Huge.... Tracts of Land by phishbon3s

Toxic Love

This is for Skye's Weekly Challenge (August 3, 2009) - Toxic. 957 word count.

I used the extended version of the song Toxic Love from Ferngully, The Last Rainforest.

Hope you enjoy!

AN:

Song lyrics - bold/italic

Thoughts - italic

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Sesshoumaru swam slowly to consciousness, the light twitching of his ears helping to bring about the effort needed. He could just distinguish the muffed sounds of music and singing through the walls. Sliding his sleep heavy arm along the sheet, it took a few heartbeats to understand why his hand was able to travel so far without bumping into a warm body. Prying his left eyelid open, he gazed blurrily at the empty spot next to his silk clad arm. Groaning, Sesshoumaru rolled onto his back and threw a forearm over his eyes to stave off the headache that threatened to surface.

The blasted girl was awake and loose in his apartment. A delicate sniff was able to rule out the possibility of her burning his home down around his ears. He loved that woman but she was a danger to herself and others sometimes. How she survived this long by herself, is anyone's guess.

Stretching his arm toward the nightstand, Sesshoumaru fumbled slightly till he was able to locate his wristwatch and bringing it to eye level, started at its face. 'What the devil is she doing at 9 o'clock in the morning?' Blinking twice as the time registered in his sleep addled brain, Sesshoumaru was shocked to see he has slept in. Rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair, he tossed off the sheets and headed for the bathroom. One short shower and amenities tending time later, our prince of the west was ready to face the catastrophe that was his friend.

Heading toward the kitchen, he rolled up the sleeves of his button-down dove grey shirt to mid forearm and smoothed out any wrinkles. Legs clad in his favored faded jeans, Sesshoumaru 's bare feet made nary a sound as he padded to the kitchen's threshold. He set about the task of his morning ritual, setting a teapot to boil on the stove's burner. Scoping the coffee from the canister to the grinder, he gave a cursory glance around the kitchen as the Kona beans rattled and refined. Reaching for the french press, he was pleased to find that nothing seemed to be out of place.

A hot cup of coffee in hand, Sesshoumaru walked pensively toward the den and his wayward infatuation. The music grew louder and more defined the closer he got and brief glimpses of the petite woman could be seen through the slightly opened door. As the current song faded and a new one began, Sesshoumaru surprised by sound of howls and deep beats. As the tune picked up a slightly lounge style of trumpet and piano, the male singer began to chuckle and moan.

Mmm... Filth

Mmm.. fumes...

Ohhh-ohhh..

As the male singer moaned, Kagome could be heard to echo the sound with a breathy moan of her own. Curiosity piqued, he arched a perfect brow and hastened his steps forward. Pushing the door open, Sesshoumaru was met with a sight that he will keep and revisit when he was in need of some alone time. Feather duster in hand, Kagome was dancing in front of his bookcases, hips swaying with the beat. Her iPod dock was placed on a low table in front of the windows, blaring the vaguely sexual music. In mid-hip thrust, she placed down the duster and started to rearrange his library.

Ooh you'll love my (ah-oh-ah) toxic love

Throwing her head back, gave a intense moan along with the singer as her hands clutched the books to her breasts. Sesshoumaru choked on his coffee, but thankfully the sound was covered by the volume of the trumpets being played.

Toxic love

Kagome put down the books and began a slow forward walk, popping her hip up with each step.  Rolling her shoulders and tossing her head as she got engrossed in the song.

I suck 'em dry and spit 'em out like spinach

Sesshoumaru set down his coffee and groaned at the image this conjured, his mouth watered. Closing his eyes to the vision of her swaying hips, he took a deep breathe. 'In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the no........'

I feel good - a special kind of horny

"Oh kami." Sesshoumaru 's eyes snapped open and zeroed in on the tease dancing in front of him. Kagome had bitten her lip as she sang the word "horny", then smiling as she threw her inhibitions to the wind and surrendered to the enjoyment of dancing.

All that's foul - all that's stained

Breeding in my toxic brain

She swayed and moved with the grace of an aroused belly dancer, blissfully unaware of her audience.  Kagome spun and Sesshoumaru froze in place, afraid she would catch him watching and stop. A sigh passed his lips as she continued her shimmey. She must be dancing with her eyes closed.

Hit me one time!

Hit me twice!

Ahhh - that's rather nice!

Sesshoumaru felt lightheaded as the blood screamed in a rush to his groin in nearly painful need. Eyes dilating, Sesshoumaru backed out of the room, turned and staggered at a fast clip to the privacy of his bedroom.

Slime beneath me, mmm,...slime up above

Ooh you'll love my (ah-oh-ah) toxic love.

Kagome slowed her movements as the song ended, a light sceen of sweat on her body. Kagome bent, picking up the books and placed them back on the shelves. Happy with her effort in organizing his library, Kagome turned to leave the den, but paused as she spied the lone coffee cup. Looking at it with a soft "Hhm", she grabbed it and headed to the kitchen.

'Dog boy has been asleep too long', Kagome decided. 'Time to wake him up!'