Love is by criticat

Love is not mandatory

First of all I would like to thank Sugar0o for allowing me to use her lovely gorgeous art as an inspiration for this story.

http://www.dokuga.com/gallery?func=detail&id=3634

This particular plot bunny haunted me for ages and ages but I felt too shy to ask. Then I made a deal with myself. If r0o says ok than I shall allow the plot bunny to live and if not than he shall go back to the Great Nowhere from whence he came. Anyways, without further ado, here it is! Hope you enjoy and please review to tell me what you think. 

The Kami of love groaned in frustration, clasping her head tightly as she thought against the urge to pull her hair out. He’s done it again, hasn’t he? How the feat was achieved, she had no idea. The set up was perfect, if she said so herself. Her – a curvaceous brunette with high ambitions and he, an equally gorgeous youkai who admired one’s strive for greatness. They were just so compatible, so bloody right for each other. So when and how did it exactly go wrong?

Running her hands through unruly obsidian locks, the goddess paced her quarters, mumbling under her breath as she recalled the events of the last two months. Dinners? Check. Intercourse? Check. Repeated intercourse? Far too many times to keep a tally.

“Oh what’s the use?” she said with a huff, lowering herself onto a decorative pillow, “it’s not as if it’s the first time he screwed it all up.”

Seeing the numerous magazines lying neatly on the bottom of her bed she reached up to pick them up. With a scowl, she threw them against a wall, the glossy papers colliding with the wall with a thump then scattering across the floor.

‘The most elusive bachelor my ass.’

More like the biggest jerk.

As much as she hated to admit it, Sesshomaru Takahashi made her feel almost inadequate. Before him, her record was squeaky clean for there was none that could weave the tendrils of destiny together better than her, none that could make better matches. That was until the mulish taiyoukai came into the picture. Some Kami of Love she was if she could not make him desire a woman for longer than a few ruts. Perhaps she should just..

“No,” she said as determination slowly worked its way onto her face. She has never given up before and she was not about to do it now. Perhaps a change of tactic was in order.

Lips quirking upwards, the young woman let her eyes skim across the vibrant pictures of the discarded magazines, the youkai’s indifferent expression no longer making her blood boil. Oh she was going to have fun with this one. He was going to find a perfect companion and live happily ever after. Whether he wanted to or not.

************* Love is ***************

Sesshomaru Takahashi was displeased. This much was evident from the way he typed furiously, his silver brows furrowed in deep concentration as his long, elegant digits skimmed across the keys. His secretary has now waited over twenty minutes to be acknowledged, the woman’s pitiful look or the way her fingers twitched as she held the heavy folders with the documentation only making the tai sigh in exasperation. Perhaps it was easier to acknowledge her presence lest she decided to stand there for another twenty minutes.

“Yuko?”

“Yes, Takahashi-sama?”  The young girl stuttered as papers in the folders in her hands came dangerously close to spilling onto the floor.

Still refusing to raise his eyes to regard the useless, clumsy woman he wondered what in the world possessed him to hire her in the first place.

“Did you bring the Ookami report?”

“Yes of course! I just wanted to tell you that I..”

“That would be all.”

“But Kagura telephoned and she insisted..”

“I am not interested to hear what she has to say,” he replied coolly, “Make sure not to answer her calls again. Tell the security to keep her out. She will not set foot in this building.”

“Hai, Takahashi-sama.”

Two hours later, he stole a glance at his watch. Nine thirty. Perhaps it was time to call it a day.

************** Love is **************

As the elevator doors slid open soundlessly, Sesshomaru’s golden eyes locked with chocolate orbs. With a small devious smirk that hinted at less than pious thoughts, the youkai walked inside, pressing the ground floor button with an elegant finger. Inhaling deeply, he found the female’s scent to be quite pleasant, her slight nervousness at being so close to him quite refreshing in comparison to the boldness that radiated off most women in his presence.

“Working late Miss..”

“Higurashi. Kikyo Higurashi. There were some matters that required attention.”

Sesshomaru nodded in approval but chose not to continue the conversation. Silence stretched as the elevator crawled down slowly. Her stomach chose that moment to growl, the brunette’s face turning three shades of red in embarrassment.

“I take you haven’t eaten yet,” he said with a ghost of a smirk, “come. Let’s eat.”

“Together?”

“Hn.”

***************** Love is ****************

It was for sure happening too fast. One moment they were engaged in pleasant if not slightly one sided conversation and the next she was pressed tightly against him, their tongues battling for dominance. With a growl, Sesshomaru lowered her onto the bed; toned legs snaking around his waist as her skirt rode up even higher, revealing what was underneath. The lacy number left little to the imagination and it was exactly what had him deciding to let this continue.

This was very much unlike him. To insist that she accompanied him to dinner, then find himself saying that there is no better place to dine than his home. He rarely took females there for many reasons, one of them being Rin. The women that graced his bed were meant just for that, he did not want to have to deal with the consequences of his adoptive daughter becoming attached to one. Luckily, Rin was away on an a visit to his Mother's, so there was no chance of her seeing the woman ever after he was through with this.. Kikyo was it?

Her tongue darted along his throat and up, leaving a wet trail as she continued towards his jaw. The tai grunted, thrusting into her as she realised a wanton moan. He aided her as she peeled her blouse off, setting her down as they continued to undress between passionate kisses.

“Sesshomaru, can I ask you something?”

He suppressed a sigh. Why did women always insist on talking before, during and after the act? He found it completely idiotic. Keeping his opinions to himself, the inu nodded, giving her permission to proceed.

“Is this just  a one night stand? Or could this be more? Surely you felt it too..”

The stony look on his face gave it all away despite his best efforts. For him, this was quite meaningless and she was nothing more than a one time lover.

Suddenly, the panting aroused woman laughed. It was not simply a nervous titter, no, this was full on, uncontrolled laughter. His expression turning incredulous set her off on another round of guffaws, making Sesshomaru rise from his position until he sat up. The girl closed her face with her hands, rolling around as she struggled for breath. Then, just as it suddenly as it began, her laughter stopped. Wiping a wayward tear with the back of her hand, the woman rose to a sitting position.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself. It’s just, you should have seen your face when I mentioned commitment!”

“This Sesshomaru doesn’t-”

“Oh you wouldn’t, would you?”

This was when Sesshomaru took a good look at his almost one time lover, the girl’s face undercoming changes. It was nothing drastic, but the deep chocolate eyes swirled with azure until they were the purest cerulean, her straight hair curling until it fell around her shoulders in unruly tresses, her figure filling out in some places as her waist narrowed, legs lengthening. Her attire has changed, too. Instead of the rather risqué black lace one, loose rich garments that fell in gentle waves adored the smirking girl.

“Who are you?”

“I go by many names: Venus, the Kami of Love, Aphrodite. But you can call me Kagome.”