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"Mr. Takai? Your wife is on the line. She says it's important."

Sesshoumaru Takai's normally emotionless face found the emotion surprise when he heard that his wife of five years today, was on the phone.

"Put her on," he said immediately, not letting any emotion into his voice.

"Hey honey. How's work goin'?" she asked cheerfully, as usual.

Sesshoumaru sighed, leaning back against his leather chair. "Fine, tiring, but fine. I'm thinking about coming home earlier tonight. Is that fine with you?"

Kagome near squealed. 'He didn't forget He's doing this on purpose I know he is I just know it '

Smiling into the phone, Kagome told her husband, "Sure, sounds great. Can't wait for you to get home." You could hear the smile in her voice, and Sesshoumaru smirked.

"Good. Cause I was going to leave here pretty soon. You'd better be ready. Got it?" he said huskily.

She shivered at his tone of voice. 'Oh yeah, I've got it alright.'

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I got off the phone with Sesshoumaru, the memory of his voice still vivid in my mind. He still can give me shivers with just his voice after five years. Even over the phone How sad... He should be here soon. I know he gets home normally around midnight, so I should feel grateful that he's coming home at nine... but still... it's pretty late.

Suddenly, I felt arms snake their way around my waist. I stiffened, then realized who they belonged to.

"Welcome home, Sessho."

He dug his nose into my hair, inhaling my scent, "I didn't feel welcomed. There was nobody there to greet me."

I turned around, pouting. "I'm sorry. I took the call up here, and I just... got lost in thought."

"That's what they all say."

"No... that's what I say."

He chuckled lightly as I began to walk towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well... don't you remember what day it is?" I asked, tilting my head for faux-innocence.

"Of course I do. It's our five-year anniversary."

I smiled. "Yup, now let me go get your present."

He shook his head and breathed out huskily, "All I want is about to walk out the door. Now come here."

With every step I took, the breathing became closer... closer... till I could feel his breath on mine. His normally cold eyes bearing into mine, chilling me to the soul, analyzing me, yet warming me all at once. Our noses were almost touching, and I did nothing. I moved not one inch. He stepped closer, and I backed up. He made that motion again, and so did I. We continued... till I was against the wall. His arms and hands near my waist, constraining me, and fixing his posture.

Suddenly, Sesshou's lips crashed into mine with a fury of passion I'd never felt before. Sure, we'd kissed, but it was nothing... nothing... like this. I felt him suckling on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and let him, as I felt his tongue enter my mouth.

I felt his hands start to roam over my body, and I felt like fire It was overwhelming His hands slowly moved from my hip up under my shirt to my breast, all the while caressing my skin; kissing me passionately. It was tortuous

His calloused hand began to massage my right breast through my bra, and was stifled a moan through our kisses. Torture, it was. Pure, pleasurable torture. I didn't know what to do. Sesshou continued his ministrations slowly, as he began to kiss down my neck, nipping as he went.

His other hand, I realized, had been maneuvering my skirt buttons and zipper. Which was now completely off, along with my lace panties. His free hand made its way to my now wet center as a moan escaped my lips.

Looking down, I see that I am not the only one partially naked, my partner in this has eradicated his clothing completely without my knowledge. Seems he is better than I thought. Slowly, I push him down to the floor, as I straddle his hips, his erection touching my stomach, but I pay it no mind.

Taking of my shirt and bra, I lean down playfully, kissing, sucking, and nipping as I go, earning a staggering moan from my dearest husband, making my way to his lips. Kissing his earlobe, I lick it sensually, whispering breathlessly, "I know you want me."

That broke him. Flipping me onto my back. He began kissing me again, fervor and need; passion and desire breaking into the kiss. These are the kisses proving to me that he loved me. He bent down, suckling on my breast, kneading the other. I moaned, "Please... please, Sesshou..."

He paused, looking up at me. I whimpered in disappointment. "What is it that you want?" he whispered, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel the hot air.

"Sesshou... Sesshou.... "

That was enough for him, it seemed, for no sooner had I said that, he kissed me once more, ramming into me violently with his large manhood. I stifled a cry of pain. He paused, letting me adjust for the moment, the began to slowly move his hips back and forth, placing a small kiss on me as he did.

Soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure. Rocking my hips back and forth in synchronization with him, I moaned his name numerous times. I was hot; sweating, and I knew he was too. And all too soon, I felt the all-too-familiar pressure building in my stomach. Moaning a last time, as Sesshou did, we collapsed next to each other on the floor of our bedroom.

"Happy Anniversary, Sesshou," I said weakly, before drifting off to sleep.

"Happy Anniversary, My Kagome."