Of lemons and aubergines by criticat

In which Kagome learns not to trust Cosmo

Dressed in her sexiest blue see-through bra and underwear Kagome pondered her choices. It was a tough call, the three substances being almost too sweet to be bearable yet sticky and hard to lick off immediately enough to ensure prolonged, pleasurable strokes and thus a mind blowing experience for all parties involved. After some thought, she decided against whipped cream. Yes, it was tasty but far too cliché. Eyes resting on the golden syrupy liquid next to the cream, she tapped her chin with her slender finger, wondering whether Sesshomaru would enjoy it. Yes, she could see it so vividly. Her squirting some onto his stomach and then trailing her tongue downward towards his engorged.. shit what if it got into her hair? Or even worse, what if it got into his hair? Gulping, she shoved the honey back into the cupboard.

“Well, this leaves you!” she said in a sing-song voice, taking the bottle to the bedroom.

Closing the much abused door roughly, Sesshomaru let out a sigh he has been holding in all evening, wondering which Kami he offended, for surely the people that surrounded him today could not have gotten more moronic even if they tried. Work was torturous and the dinner meeting afterwards was absolutely dull, making him wish ardently that he did not agree to take the post of the CEO up, no matter how insistent his mother was on the matter. Loosening his tie, the inu ran his fingers through his shimmering hair. Taking a deep breath, he let the soothing scent of his mate chase the tension away. Yes, she was exactly who he needed at this point. Letting his nose guide him towards their bedroom, the handsome male frowned as he felt a sliver of distress worm its way into her pleasant perfume, his primal self alerted. Clawed digits twitching, he hurried down the hall, red slowly seeping into his orbs, mingling with gold. Whatever threatened her would be destroyed. No one dared to distress his mate.

Kagome cursed as she saw a small hole stare at her traitorously. Just bloody great. Sesshomaru was due to get back from work any minute and she was not ready. Why the hell did she choose to wear the stockings? Taking the suspender belt off with a grunt, she pulled the offensive items off one by one. With a sigh, she stood up, intent on throwing the ruined things away when the door was flung open, her husband entering in all of his clearly pissed off glory. Crimson eyes, elongated claws and all. With a surprised eep, she took a step back, then another. Sesshomaru sniffed the air aggressively in a canine manner, growling lowly but finally calming, not finding a threat. Blinking, he drew his oppressive youki inwards, finally looking at Kagome. Taking her appearance in, the inu realized that whatever the priestess had on her mind before his impressive entry was now most likely not happening now.

“Kagome.. could you kindly elaborate.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” she mumbled, blushing madly, very aware of his intense scrutiny but unsure whether it stemmed from approval or annoyance.

“So I see..” he said, taking his time to appreciate the way her attire clung to her curves, her breast playing peek-a-boo each time she bent even slightly. “You may proceed.”

“Eh?”

“This Sesshomaru is ready to be surprised.”

Suppressing the urge to shout ‘yes’ repeatedly in a cheesy shampoo-advertisement manner, Kagome shook the bottle up, the shiny gooey contents sloshing against the transparent sides of the bottle as the male under her tightened his hold on her hips, her scent no longer filled with nervousness finally fusing into most mouth-watering one, her arousal making his renowned control crumble. In fact, their agreement was the only factor stopping him from flipping her onto all fours and fucking her with wild abandon. But, being the indulgent mate that he was, he chose to wait.

Squeezing a little out onto her lover’s deliciously sculptured stomach Kagome took her first tentative lick, feeling taught muscles under her tongue relax as she moved down, her heated skin feeling the vibrations that passed through his body.  Delicate fingers feathering over his inner thighs, she parted his legs, allowing herself further access.

Golden eyes closed to a half mast, the taiyoukai decided to give her free reign, for it pleased him. Immensely. Uncertain about this experiment at first, feeling almost slighted at her suggesting that they try something new, he was now glad to have humored her. Feeling the strange odorless concoction coat his length, he prepared himself for one of the greatest pleasures a female can bestow upon a male. Yes, he was defiantly right in his chose of mate.

Kagome rubbed the brown syrupy stuff between her fingers as more oozed down her youkai’s member, glistening lusciously as it descended. Licking her lips, she flicked her tongue across his head, eliciting a muffled moan of need. Smirking, Kagome parted her lips, lowering her head until she touched his skin, running her tongue lightly down the slit. Eyes closing completely from the pleasure of her hot mouth finally moving up and down his aching flesh as she licked and nibbled, he stilled his hips, not wanting to thrust out too suddenly, not wishing to cause injury to the one that pleasured him so. Clawed digits moving upwards to rest on her head, he wrung his fingers into her hair, pulling slightly, knowing how such small portions of pain could ignite her further. She moaned as his hold on her hair tightened, his other hand sliding down to fondle her breast, his touch setting her skin on fire.

“Kagome”, he moaned loudly, his voice like a sultry caress against her skin, “you must stop.”

When she did not, he moved her head himself, his member leaving the moist cavern of her mouth with a faint pop. He smirked haughtily at her displeased whimper.

“I wish to prolong this yet you, and that wonderfully skilled tongue of yours, make it increasingly difficult. Besides,” he purred, pulling her up by her chin, “I insist that a lady should be first to come. Always.”

“How chivalrous of you,” she half joked, closing her eyes as he claimed her lips, her legs being placed around his waist as a wayward thumb traced patterns upon her inner thigh. Running his tongue along her bottom lip, Sesshomaru parted his lips to press a fang to her lower lip, demanding entrance, which was eagerly granted. Their tongues battled for dominance but only briefly, the male deepening the kiss as his mate reveled in its intensity, luxuriating in the feel of his bare skin against hers. They parted for breath and he kissed his way towards her breasts, taking a hardened peak into his mouth, the result of his actions pooling between her legs.

“Sess-" she hissed, pushing against his chest slightly “I thought we agreed.”

Suppressing a sigh, he took the bottle into his hand, looking at the brown syrop inside with poorly concealed disdain.

“Is it really necessary?”

“Please?”

This time the sigh was not suppressed, yet he obliged. Running a clawed digit under her bra, he ripped it open in one fluid movement, Kagome registering the sensation of her skin being exposed to cool air at the same time that the tai emptied the contents of the bottle onto her bare breasts, suckling on them. Her hiss of pleasure was his call to continue, the youkai snaking his hand down her abdomen until it reached her poorly covered sex. He swallowed heavily as her tiny form trembled underneath him, finally letting his finger slide under the lace and into her tight opening, feeling her walls clench readily around the intruder. Suddenly, a new flavor ripped his attention away from his mate, making the youkai pause.

Kagome whimpered when he did not move, arching her back in an unspoken plea, ardently wishing for him to finish what was started. Yet he did not. Opening her eyes, Kagome frowned, her expression quickly changing from lustful to worried.

“Sesshomaru?”

Without a word, her demon bolted through the open door and into the bathroom, where the couple spent the rest of the night, one praying to the gods of the porcelain whilst the other held his hair.

And that was the day on which the seemingly impossible occurred. Lord Sesshomaru, the fearsome, infallible, stoic taiyoukai that had any cover in fear and run for their lives was brought to his knees by a mere slip of a girl and… chocolate.

Originally this was meant to be a one-shot. After re-reading through my sister's Cosmo (which got my plunnines going), I decided to expand it into a three-shot. Hope you enjoyed it!