The Snow Angel by SunsetMiko

The Position

Chapter 131 - The Position *Pressure* (Stella's Soundtrack Challenge)

"Isn't there a little girl waiting to see you?" Kagome asked, breaking Sesshoumaru out of his thoughts on revenge.

"Indeed, there is, but Rin can wait. There is something I have been waiting to see as well."

"Oh?" the miko asked innocently. "What's that?"

He stepped closer, and his lips brushed her cheek as he spoke. "You." Ever since they left the witch the day before, he had ached to strip her bare and assure himself that the spell had worked with no ill effects. Taking such a risk had set him on edge, and he needed reassurance that everything was truly okay.

"Is that so?" she asked with a playful smile. "I wouldn't mind seeing you either."

Kagome watched with interest as Sesshoumaru placed his swords in the rack near the head of the large bed. He slowly removed his armor, smirking at the way her eyes stayed locked on his hands as he untied his sash. He went to open his haori but paused with a small frown.

"Aww, why'd you stop?" Kagome whined, much to his amusement.

"Because you should be doing the same instead of simply staring at this Sesshoumaru."

The miko smiled, and her hands found the bottom hem of her sweater. "Go on. You first."

With a low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine, Sesshoumaru continued. He quickly toed off his boots and allowed his haori to slip from his shoulders to the floor. He slid out of his hakama and kicked them away, thoroughly enjoying the way Kagome's eyes skimmed over his form hungrily. He remembered the last time she looked at him that way, and he wouldn't mind a replay of that night's pleasurable activities.

"You really are evil, you know that?"

"Evil?" he repeated.

"Deliciously evil," she replied before pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it aside.

 “As long as you approve," he purred. "So, are the accommodations up to your standards?"

Kagome approached the bed and knelt on the edge of the mattress. She bounced several times, and Sesshoumaru's eyes were drawn to the sight of her breasts jiggling seductively behind the lace that covered them. Unable to stop himself, he walked up behind her. He stood between her calves and pressed his back to hers, one arm looping around her waist.

The miko leaned into him, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact. She wrapped one arm around his neck, twisting to pull his lips down to hers in a passionate exchange. Kagome moaned softly as his hands slid over her covered breasts, and her soft, toned abdomen.

"I am going to have to learn how to remove these strange breast bindings of yours," he murmured in her ear.

"At least you're not slicing them off me. That's a no-no."

"Why?" he whispered before tugging gently on her earlobe with his teeth.

"Because if I'm going to be staying here in your time, I'd like them to last as long as possible." She quickly opened the front of her jeans before nudging the taiyoukai at her back. "If you want me to finish, you're going to have to let me go."

Sesshoumaru released a dramatic sigh and stepped away, watching with interest as she unhooked her bra and shimmied out of her jeans. Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around her once more. He ran his fingers carefully along her satin covered core before repeating the motion with more pressure, parting her lips and rubbing her clit. A moment later, he slipped his hand beneath the last barrier covering her and found the little bundle of nerves once again.

As he rubbed in tight circles, enjoying her breathy moans and the way she squirmed in his arms, he spoke once again in her ear. "I do enjoy these undergarments of yours. Very seductive."

"Oh?" she breathed.

"Indeed. They hide your treasures from me while at the same time drawing the eye. You look almost like an intricately wrapped gift."

He pushed her to the very edge of orgasm before pulling back and dragging her panties down her legs. He crowded her towards the bed before encouraging her to kneel on the mattress once again. Kagome felt the bed shift as he climbed up behind her, his knees just outside her own. She could feel his hard length brushing her inner thigh and moaned. His hands were everywhere as he caressed her bare flesh, tracing her curves as if he were planning to sculpt her later and needed intricate measurements.

"Bend down for me," he purred in her ear and Kagome couldn't help but oblige him. She fell down onto her hands, and he quickly followed. His much larger form caged in her smaller one. She never felt so small or feminine before. "This is how I will take you when I make you my mate."