The Untouchables Series

The pain of it all, it was her own fault. She had agreed and at first, it was good and she thought about nothing outside that agreement, like him dating other women. For the first few months, there was nothing but their sex. On his desk, in her bed, in his bed, and his limo. Every time just as hot as the time before if not more. Sometimes his power would rise to touch hers, match hers, teasing hers, wrap around hers, sometimes not, she never knew why or when he chose to bring power into it and she never thought to ask why.

This pain was of her own doing and unlike Inuyasha, she didn't know if she could fake a smile and let it go. With Inuyasha there was friendship, trust, and a deep caring, of course, one could argue that Sesshomaru was the same, but it wasn't the same. The friendship was more on her part and he just followed along, they didn't do things friends did, other than work, afternoon tea and sex, there was nothing. He cared about her, she, of course, knew that, but not like Inuyasha did, or Miroku, or Sango. He trusted her however, that was a start.

The first time he went on a lunch date with a woman, she thought nothing of it at all. Then it started happening here and there over the course of a few months, seemingly with 4 or 5 different women. But he always seemed to end up in her bed, she didn't ask, he didn't tell and at first, she was good.

Then she started to pout and so began the push and pull of hurt, the low then the high she craved. He would leave and come back and she would stick her nose up the rest of the day, then he would pull her along his desk and remind her why she should not ignore him. Then when the night dates started she stopped waiting up and would wear her no sex pajamas to sleep. Sometimes she would deadbolt the door and lock him out, but he would get to her by morning, he told her she worked better after being freshly fucked. She hated him for that. This is where he was becoming different or was he, maybe dog demons were always frisky like that, dirty, she would not know, she wasn't sleeping him in the past.

At first, he ignored her upturned nose and her ignoring him. But then SHE had to come around more.

The woman didn't even speak to Kagome, she had no need, she was the blond demon that he saw most.

Kagome messaged Sesshomaru "The enemy is here."

"Enough woman," He replied.

He came out and they went to the elevator, then that damn woman had to loop her arms in his and look back. Did this woman think she was some schoolgirl fan of his? She wanted to stick her tongue out and hold up a sign that read 'Im sleeping with him'

But she just watched them leave and that was the first time she felt it, the real hurt. When he came to her that night she wanted nothing to do with him. He watched her move about her apartment, she was ignoring him again, which meant she was upset again.

"Kagome,"

She didn't respond and took a bath, he had thought about going in, but didn't, he would let her sulk if she wanted to. But then she got in bed without him, and loomed over her,

"Go away," She told him,

"We had an agreement,"

She sat up "Yes we did, but I don't feel like it,"

She didn't want him, of course, it was a lie, but not, she didn't want to have sex with him that night.

"You are being childish,"

"I'm being childish? why because I am refusing you?" She could not believe him!

"You are jealous,"

She laughed "Jealous of what, Sesshomaru I know almost everything about you, I pulled out your father's sword, saved your life, almost been killed by you, I hurt you, you've hurt me, I have known you for like what, 5oo years technically and I'm sleeping with you! You great Western Lord, mister high and mighty, mister untouchable, why should I be jealous, I actually touched you!" She yelled,

In truth, she was upset, hurt, sad.

"How do you know she hasn't touched me, woman?"

That was it, the real sting. Her mouth opened and the real pain sat in. He leaned in to kiss her, but then, she slapped him.

He could not believe it and she could tell "We had an agreement miko," He called her that when he was mad at her,

He turned and went to the bathroom slamming the door behind him and she sunk to sit on the bed. Her heart was beating so fast. She slapped him, hurt him, but he had hurt her, deep.

That's when she felt it when he said it. He let someone else touch him?

The ache was instant and she knew, knew right then.

It was love, she loved him.