The Agreement

She reached the office, her suede boots wet, her straight leg jeans and white stripes top were dry. She made her up after swiping her key card. She was the only one there save the guard. It was even too early for fancy coffee, she entered their space and looked around, she wondered if she could do this. Yes, she had to, she was an adult, he was an adult, they were adults with so much history. She placed her stuff down and looked at his big door behind her desk. With a big sigh and pushed them open. He would not be here, he was already in another city, in another hotel, with another person, of demon blood.

She slowly walked in and took in his smell, his power still lingered. She opened the door to a chest hanging on a wall, it was Inuyasha's sword, he kept it here. The tears really did want to spill, it was puppy love at first, her heart, she told herself was in the right place, but with the wrong guy. She had been proven right when Inuyasha married.

She closed it and leaned on it before looking at his desk. God that desk. She pushed herself and touched it, ran her hand over the smooth glossy cherry wood. She closed her eyes and remembered the offer. She had come to work that day in a new flirty dress, didn't think much of it. It was fall colors and played on her thigh, showing her toned legs, and the brown boot she wore stopped just below the knee. The straps kept falling from her shoulders.

She had walked in, opening both doors to his office with a bright smile. She had been working for him for almost 2 and a half years. He had looked up and she noted his stressed state of dress. His tie was off and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, his desk was a mess and that was not like him.

"Sesshomaru?" She walked up and he watched her move. She ended up at the edge of this desk "You, ok?"

He looked back down at his desk, he was tired, stressed, and hurting. He could not remember the last time had been with a woman, but he was not one for rutting around, not these days needed something he could trust, have at any time with no attachments, something not after his name and money, something, something familiar, powerful. He was demonic, but also very male, and far too long had he suppressed his needs.

His eyes glided to her.

She had gasped when his hand landed on her hip and he pulled her. Her buTt slid along the edge of the desk till she was standing in between his hands. His hands went flat against the smooth desk and his nose went to her neck. She had froze for a moment and then blushed, but then calmed. He was smelling her, she knew why she was the past to him like he was to her. To him the past was better days, back then he could take out his stress on something with a sword. She grabbed his shirt as he leaned his nose more into her and then eeped with she found herself sitting on his desk and him between her legs.

"Kagome" He said lazily

"Um, yes?"

"I am in pain" His dull dare she say tried voice spoke,

That was, a lot to admit she knew,

"In, pain?" She questioned,

He pushed and pressed himself against her leg, she gasps, she knew instantly what he meant and she herself became heated.

His nose pushed up her cheek and then pulled back to look at her. She was pure, untouched, untouched by man, untouched by time, untouched and powerful, she was almost like him, even though he had been touched, he was untouchable, but right now he didn't want to be.

"You are untouched, and I am untouchable, we should enter into an agreement"

"An agreement?" She asked slowly

"Hn"

"What kind?"

"A sexual one, " He stated without hesitation, confident.

She flushed, she was a woman, no longer a child and he was beautiful and she wasn't dating, didn't really feel that need to, her world revolved around him, a power struggle to keep connected to the past that only she could touch. She thought, well, maybe this is right, how it's supposed to be, and he was right, he was untouchable, and she more than others was not supposed to touch, which made it all the better,r and who better to hand yourself over to than him, someone she knew, trusted, cared for.

But she was human, but she was also immortal and powerful, her humanity no longer mattered.

The terms were his to set and it was her fault, she agreed.