A/N: It's been a while since I've tried my hand at this game. Let's hope I've not rusted over too bad, yeah? This is LC Rose's challenge posted Dec 5.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I do not own Shake It by Metro Station
Theme: Seat-dancing (as in grooving to music in the car)
Word Count: open
Due: open
Must haves: Kagome and Sesshoumaru in the car at the same time
Seat-Dancing:
This feeling was new to the one known as Sesshoumaru. Only just recently did the sound of bell tinkling laughter become second nature to his acute ears. How the pure bells rang! He found his heart squeezed and his stomach churn when he heard her laugh.
The joyous laughter belonged to none other than Kagome Higurashi. It was this very being who had the power to bring him to his knees. And currently, bring him away from a very important business meeting in order to attend a picnic outing with her friends and his half-brother. It mattered not that the important business meeting was of the very utmost importance and could decide their very future, depending. No.
But he could not resist, and so he stood up his mother for his new girlfriend.
He tapped his long tapered fingers against the window of Kagome's cheery-green Volkswagen Beetle. The tiny contraption surprisingly held enough room to fit his tall frame. Barely. In the back of the car lay Kagome's contribution to the picnic - the table wares and her rice cakes.
Sesshoumaru leered at the rice cakes through the rearview mirror. They smelled appetizing enough, but looked like someone had chewed it, found it unappetizing, and then spat it back out. Sesshoumaru had a suspicion that it was Bouyo who did it. He knew from experience that Kagome wasn't the best of cooks. He also knew from experience that as her boyfriend, he had a duty to put what she had concocted into his mouth, chew, swallow, and smile - no matter how painful.
His mind was brought back to Kagome, as she drove her tiny Beetle and bobbed her head to the beat of whatever was currently on the radio. He found his fingers that once tapped in boredom now tap to the rhythm of the atrocious song. He immediately stilled his fingers and placed his hand on the armrest.
Kagome looked over from her driving and gave Sesshoumaru the cutest heart turning wink. He could not help but smile in return. He reached out his left hand and grabbed her free right hand. They lay entwined and resting on the central armrest. He could feel her nimble fingers, underneath his hand, tap at the leather interior just as he had done on her car window only seconds ago. He wanted to pull away for fear of the beat being a contagion, for he knew it was. She grabbed hold and kept him with her.
She smiled at him and Sesshoumaru really wished that she would keep her eyes on the road or else run over another cat that he would have to pay three thousand dollars to restore to good health. Again.
Sesshoumaru shifted in his cramped seat, his hand now trapped under Kagome's tapping fingers. Of course, being male, he had the thought of sex on his mind every - five minutes, was it? No matter - currently, Kagome's suggestive beat against his heated skin was making Sesshoumaru agitated. And of course she had no idea what she was doing to him. Or had she?
Sesshoumaru took a peek at her from underneath his downy silvered bangs. She was staring at the road and singing off key to the current song on the radio.
Nope. No idea whatsoever.
Sesshoumaru squirmed in his seat once more. Kagome sensed his unease and began to rub soothing circles inside his palm.
Sesshoumaru stifled a groan.
He felt the car slow and saw that Kagome had pulled into a pebbled clearing. A ways off, there was a giant tree that shielded the green grass underneath from the blazing sun above. They were finally there. Sesshoumaru exhaled a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
Kagome turned to him and smiled. "Looks like we got here early," she commented, indicated the lack of other cars that her friends would be driving. The engine was still on and the music was still blasting. Shake It. Sesshoumaru could not discern the artists.
"Hn." He answered back. But Kagome was not fazed.
She turned and reached for the back seat. "We can have some of my rice cakes as we wait!" Kagome cheerfully announced as her pink cotton tee slid up to reveal the baby soft skin of her side.
Sesshoumaru did not know what had urged him to do so. Perhaps it was the thought of having to eat her dreadful concoction, or maybe it was the allure of her scent and skin. It was probably a combination of both.
Sesshoumaru gripped Kagome's exposed hip, her skin like butter to his calloused hands. He scooped her up out of her seat and dumped her into his lap, indifferent to her squeal of protest. She was very forgiving in her smile as she drew a hand to tuck his silver locks behind an ear.
Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back? The music continued to play in the background. Now if she moves like this, will you move her like that?
Sesshoumaru was mesmerized by her beautiful bright blue eyes. His right hand rested comfortably around her hip as his left arm urged her forward. He closed the very small distance that separated them and kissed her very pink lips. Her lips were warm and moist, as she had wetted them with her delicious tongue before he came in for the kill.
Sesshoumaru could clearly hear Kagome's moans of delight against the sound of her car radio. He could feel her fingers massaging his scalp in time to the music's rhythm. Her lower body rubbed his seat in a sensuous motion like an exotic dance in her small cramped car.
Come on, shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it
He knew it was contagious. His bottom began to move of its own accord, shaking to the beat of the music and Kagome's hips. He wanted to ravage her in the car right then and there. His mouth trailed down the side of her mouth to nip at Kagome's most sensitive neck. She turned her head to the side to allow better access.
His hand inched up her pink shirt and barely caressed her silk bra when he was interrupted.
Kagome screamed and pushed herself away from Sesshoumaru, her arm knocking into the steering wheel's horn, thus totally ruining any sexual tension left in the car.
The sound, so different from her bell tinkling laugh, pierced his eardrums as she scrambled away from his seat and back into her own. Sesshoumaru heard vicious laughter coming from outside the vehicle. He turned his head and saw Inuyasha's face, once pressed against the side of the glass window, now falling to the earth in his hysterical laughter. The others were standing close by, trying to stifle their laughter for fear of Sesshoumaru's wrath. They failed horribly.
Sesshoumaru growled aloud and unlocked the door. He stepped outside, now no longer cramped, and headed towards Inuyasha's incapacitated form where he was sure to get a beating of a lifetime.
Fin.
A/N: I debated having a lemon. I debated a lot of things from flea attacks to fire red ants. I liked the way this turned out. Please leave a review with your thoughts if you have time~
This piece has no beta. This piece was written from 5:30 am and finished at 8:30 am- 7 December 2008. 1,153 words from title to Fin.