Convince Me by MomoDesu

Convince Me

Kagome Higurashi looked around the packed gallery. All of these people were here to see her work. HER work, only her work. She had never felt so proud of herself in her entire life, even when she walked down the isle at high school graduation.

What made her feel even prouder was the nice little "sold" tags that hung on some of the plaques and the checks that now lay in her little clutch, with figures as high as ten thousand dollars. Not bad for her first show in a New York gallery! She was still in a total state of shock.

Surveying the people in the room, she managed to easily spot the more familiar faces in the larger crowd of unfamiliar ones. To her surprise, there were some fairly well known art dealers present. She focused on the first familiar face; Izayoi Taisho, the woman who found her art in a small gallery and had the confidence to get her a show in this much nicer gallery in Manhattan. A sweet and kind woman, she helped Kagome get onto her feet and out of her nasty little hell hole of an apartment and into a penthouse in Manhattan that wasn't too far from the gallery in which they now stood.

Near her, with a glass of champagne, stood her son Inuyasha. He had given her nothing but hell since the day they met, though he treated her much like a little sister. Of course, she gave him hell right back, like she would her own brother. Next to him was his fiancee, Kikyo. She found that she enjoyed Kikyo's company. They frequently went on shopping trips, and enjoyed spending time together.

On the other side of the gallery stood Izayoi's step-son, Sesshoumaru. He looked like he was in deep conversation with another patron of the gallery. Something she couldn't really get past was his cold looks and attitude. Not once since she met him had he shown any sort of emotion at all, except when his young daughter was in the room. Rin was the light of her father's life, the only person who could break his cold exterior and make him act like a normal human being instead of a hard businessman.

Kagome looked around harder for the last face she was trying to find. Kouga Ookami, her boyfriend of five years, was somewhere in the gallery. Probably flirting with the redhead that bought her nude painting of the man in question.

Grabbing a glass of champagne off of the tray of a near by waiter, she casually walked toward Izayoi. "Hi, mama!" she said cheerfully. Ever since the day they met the older woman insisted that Kagome call her that. She had become the daughter she never had.

Izayoi took her into a warm hug. "I'm so proud of you. Look at all of those tags! They love you!"

Kagome couldn't help but smile. "Have you seen Kouga anywhere?"

The older woman looked around. "The last I saw he was over at the nude painting of himself. If I see him I'll let him know you are looking for him."

Kagome nodded and walked away, in search of Kouga.

Kouga finally found her instead. She admired how handsome he looked in his suit, the one she paid a little too much for. "There you are, darling." He gave her a quick kiss. "I'm not feeling too well, I'm going to back to the apartment. Alright?"

She nodded. "I'll see you when I get home then." Another quick kiss and he began to walk towards the entrance. Opening the door, he disappeared into the cold December night.

She sighed. She would have really liked him there with her for this to help calm her nerves, but he couldn't help if he was ill. He would understand if she couldn't make it to his band's gigs if she wasn't feeling her best.

Kagome decided she could mingle for a few more hours, maybe sell a few more paintings, then go home for a relaxing night. Downing the rest of her champagne, she approached a man eyeing her painting of the sunset over the Tokyo skyline.

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Tired as all, Kagome entered the apartment quietly so she didn't disturb Kouga if he was asleep. All of the lights were off, save for the one in the small bathroom that was off of the kitchen.

Sliding out of her shoes and picking them up, she padded across the hardwood floor down to the bedroom they shared.

Hearing the sound of gasps and moans, she figured he was watching one of the many dvds in his porn collection, and walked into the spacious bedroom.

Her eyes filled with tears when she saw the two figures on the bed, under the sheets, too caught up in each other to notice her presence.

Kagome cleared her throat. "If you aren't too busy, maybe you could consider getting the fuck out of my home," she said calmly.

The two figures shot apart. Kouga looked up at her with no remorse in his eyes. "Well, if you weren't too tied up with your career I wouldn't have to find anyone else. Besides, you were a horrible lay. I stuck with you for the money and possible fame. Why would any man want a cold fish like you?"

"This cold fish will do perfectly fine without you." Her gaze shifted to the other figure. The red head that was at the gallery. Glancing at Kouga once more, she tried not to cry. "Get out. Now. Get dressed and get the fuck out." By the time the last word left her mouth she was screaming.

Skidding to get their clothes on, the two left the apartment in a rush. Kagome walked back out to the living room and sat on the couch. She couldn't help but let the tears come. Her small body shook with every sob, hurt that the man that said he loved her just hours before the show had been having people on the side the entire time.

She couldn't stay here. Glancing at the clock that read 2 AM, she hoped Izayoi would still be awake. Grabbing the cordless phone that was sitting on the coffee table, she dialed the number that she had given her earlier in the evening. Not wanting to pay for a hotel, she had decided to stay with her son and step-son.

Trying to quiet her sobs, she waited for an answer.

"Hello?" said a sleep male voice.

"Can -" sob "I" sob "speak" sob "to mama?" No matter how she tried, she couldn't quiet herself.

"Kagome," the voice said, now completely awake. "What's wrong?"

"Kouga...he..." she couldn't finish.

"Izayoi is asleep. I'll be right there." The line went dead.

Kagome put the phone back on the table and tried to collect herself just long enough to grab some clothes and toiletries to make an overnight bag.

Walking into her bedroom, the scene of the crime in her eyes now, she snagged a simple dress for the next day and shoved it into her small suitcase. Following that, a night gown and a few more essentials as well as her toiletries. She left the room and returned to the living room, the small bag in tow.

Slipping on her coat, she waited for the knock at the door.

Getting irritated when it was taking too long to come, she grabbed her bag and purse and walked out of the front door, locking it on her way out.

She hoped she didn't run into Kouga and the girl in the lobby. There was no way she could be held accountable for her actions at the moment; she really didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her neighbors.

When the elevator doors opened, she quickly left the building and stood on the sidewalk, her long coat blowing in the cold breeze. She was wishing that she would have stayed inside when a black car zoomed up right in front of her. Kagome was shocked to see Sesshoumaru step out.

Quietly, he walked up to her and pulled her bag out of her hands and put it in the trunk. He walked back over to her and pulled the sobbing woman into a hug. "Do you want me to kill him?" he whispered to her.

She lightly laughed. He stepped back and opened the passenger side door for her, helping her in before going over to the drivers side and getting in himself.

It felt good to be in the warm car instead of out in the cold New York City streets. He zoomed through the late night traffic, headed in the direction of his penthouse that he shared with his half-brother.

She watched the buildings and cars pass by feeling oddly calm, but still very hurt. "Thank you, Sesshoumaru," she said, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Izayoi is very fond of you," he replied. "I'm doing this as a favor to her."

There wasn't anything else said.

When he pulled the car into the parking garage, he got her bag out of the trunk before helping her out of the car. Silently, she followed him through the lobby and up to the elevators, where he swiped a key card so they could go up to his residence.

When the doors opened, he ushered her into the penthouse and to his bedroom. "You can stay in here tonight, I'll sleep on the couch." He grabbed one of the spare pillows and left her to get ready to go to bed.

She looked about the room, the expensive yet tasteful decor, the large window showing the perfect view of the city skyline from forty-five floors up. And she thought the view from her bedroom was amazing!

Kagome sat her hastily packed suitcase on the bench that was at the foot of the bed and started pulling out her belongings, setting them aside. Grabbing her toiletries, she moved them into the bathroom that was off of the side of the room and sat them on the vanity neatly in the corner.

With everything to her liking she walked back into the bedroom, set to get the dress she was wearing off. Reaching for the zipper, she tried in vain to get the dress off. She didn't even think about Kouga having to zip the last couple of inches of the high backed dress.

Not really wanting to ask for help, but not really wanting to sleep in her dress, she walked into the living room hoping Sesshoumaru was still awake.

She approached his still body that lay on the couch, ready to wake him up if she had to, but when she leaned down his golden eyes popped open. "Can I help you with something?" he asked sarcastically.

She lightly blushed before she stated what she needed. "I'm, um, having problems getting my dress off. Could you unzip it for me?"

He chuckled before rising off of the low couch. Kagome couldn't help but note that it was the first time she had heard him laugh. She also couldn't help but notice that he wasn't wearing anything but a pair of flimsy silk sleep pants.

He quietly followed her as she walked back to his bedroom and kept her back to him when they got into the room. She heard the knob click when he quietly shut the door.

Gently, he moved her hair out of the way over her shoulder and reached for the zipper. He unzipped the dress all of the way. "Anything else I can help you with?"

Kagome turned around and looked at him, unshed tears coming to the surface. "Could you just hold me?" she asked, just as the tears started running down her face.

Hating to see any woman cry, he took the small woman into his arms and held her while she sobbed into his chest. Guiding them to the bed he sat down with her and rubbed his hand over her hair, whispering reassuring words to her in hopes of calming her down.

When she finally did calm down she looked up at him, tears staining her face. He leaned down and started kissing the tears from her cheeks, almost like he was trying to take away the pain she was going through.

Kagome moved her arms up from his shoulders and into his hair, toying with the long silver strands. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, almost asking her for permission, then leaned back down and kissed her.

The kisses weren't anything too passionate or rough, but light and teasing. It was the last thing either of them had anticipated; but he wanted to show her she was attractive, she just wanted comfort.

Helping her stand, Kagome's unfastened dress slid to the ground, leaving her standing there in just a simple black pair of panties. In the moonlight tinged with hints of city lights that beamed into the room, Sesshoumaru said the first thing that came into his mind. "Beautiful," he whispered.

She blushed under his gaze, throwing her arms over her breasts and turning around in an attempt to keep what little self respect she still had. Kouga had already made her feel ugly, she didn't need it from this man too.

"No," he said, turning her to him. "Don't hide, you are beautiful."

She turned her head to look him in the eye. "Don't say things you don't mean."

Sesshoumaru snatched her hand and held it to his semi erect member. "Few people make me react like this. Too many nights after meetings with you and Izayoi I have come home and taken cold showers, even gotten myself off on the thought of you, what you would look like out of those little business suits walking around in nothing but your stockings an a pair of heels. Whatever Kouga said to you was wrong."

Not knowing if she should be angry or flattered, Kagome dropped her arms from her chest and put her hands on her hips. "THAT was supposed to make me feel better?"

His only response was a kiss, light at first, until he laced his hand into her hair pulling her head back to deepen it. Teasing her lips with his tongue, she moaned, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth and tease her a bit more. Stepping forward, he forced her back until her knees brushed against the mattress. They silently moved together over the white sheets and sank into the soft mattress.

Giving up on being angry, Kagome let herself go; tonight she would let this man love her, then she would return to Tokyo and start over. Wrapping her her hands around his broad shoulders, she let go.

Moving from her mouth, he kissed his way down to her neck, nipping and kissing, leaving little marks on her light skin on his way down to her breasts. He didn't understand why Kouga would give this beautiful woman up. He moved to take one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Encouraged by her quiet moans and whimpers h e moved on to her other breast, his hand trailing down to her panties.

He brushed her through the black satin, feeling the wetness that soaked through the thin fabric. Pleased that he had that effect on her, he wanted to taste her, bury himself in her.

Abandoning her chest, he moved down, again nipping and kissing every inch of the way. She giggled slightly when he stuck his tongue into her belly button, but it was quickly replaced with a moan when he licked her through her panties.

Smiling at her shudders, he nipped her and was rewarded with even more shudders and convulsions. Liking the effect he had on her, he urged her to lift her hips up so he could pull off the pretty satin panties.

He touched her lightly with the tip of his index finger, just enough pressure to make her groan. "Don't be a tease, Sesshoumaru."

"God you're wet," he commented, like he was saying something about the sky or the weather.

"Oh, how eloquent."

No more words, he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her center, loving how she squirmed. "I've always been quite the speaker." He ran his tongue along her slit, then the sensitive nub at the top. The muscles in her pelvis felt tight, and she only wanted some sort of release. From time to time, she would buck her hips up to meet his greedy mouth.

How Kouga gave this up he would never understand. She was the most responsive woman he had ever been with, not to mention her taste; he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life between these thighs.

"Quit teasing me, fuck me," she practically screamed at him.

Appearing from in between her legs, he peeked up at her and arched an eyebrow. "Now who is the eloquent one?"

"It doesn't matter, just fuck me. Make me forget..." she trailed off.

He didn't know how to feel; angry at her for the comment or angry at the man who made her hurt, for his comments that she apparently wanted to forget.

He stood. "Scoot back."

Kagome scooted backwards on the bed, giving him more room. Unceremoniously he dropped his sleep pants, revealing the rest of his body. When he started walking away, she grabbed for him. "Where are you going?"

"Protection," he said.

She shook her head. "On the pill."

A smile graced his face. "Good, I hate condoms."

He came back over to the bed and leaned over her, teasing her with more light kisses. Settling himself between her open legs, he positioned himself at her entrance but stopped. "If you want to stop, tell me now. I don't think I will be able to once I start."

A slight nod and he surged his hips forward, completely filling and stretching her. "Wait," she gasped.

"Don't tell me you want me to stop," he growled. "I already gave you the option."

"Don't get your panties in a twist, just give me a second. You are huge!"

His pride boosted, he decided to give her a moment to adjust to him. She may not have been a virgin, but he felt like she was going to squeeze his dick off. Or make him come within seconds.

Kagome calmed herself, trying to rid the feeling of intrusion. To date, he would be the largest person she had been with, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Running her hands down his back, she began to enjoy the feeling of his weight on her, his long hair hanging over them in a silver curtain. Lightly pushing on his backside, she looked at him and nodded.

He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, kissing and worrying the skin there with his teeth, as he started to slowly move his hips. He wanted her to get as much pleasure out of this as he was. Many a night had he dreamt of this vivacious little artist, and now she was under him, writhing in pleasure that he caused. A rush of male pride filled him looking at her petite body, loving his reactions that he was getting from her; he increased his movement and brought his face up to look into her eyes.

"Ugh...Sess...." Kagome half grunted half moaned. She kept her eyes trained on the face of the man above her. The way his eyes suddenly carried a fire shocked her; she had only seen such fire when he was in business meetings. She loved the way the color seemed to become so much richer than the ice cold eyes she had grown accustomed to.

She ran her hands over his chest and he began to lean back slightly, bringing her knees up to almost her chest as he increased his speed.

He delighted in her soft little moans and grinned down at her. "Do you like it a little rough?" Sesshoumaru asked, in almost a mocking tone.

She laughed and smacked him lightly. "Have I told you to stop?"

He laughed with her, his first genuine laugh in what felt like ages. "When a woman says 'fuck me' I don't take it lightly you know," he said.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she panted.

Without hesitating, he pounded into her, making her squeal slightly with each thrust. He groaned when she ran her nails down his sides and back hard enough to draw blood. 'Battle scars, he thought with a wicked grin. He was close, but he wanted her to come over the edge too. This night was for her, even though he was living out one of his most wicked fantasies.

He felt her body start to tense and knew she was right where he wanted her. He leaned down and whispered to her, "give in." No sooner had the words come out of his mouth when he felt her tighten around him, her face contorting in a silent scream.

A few more thrusts and he was with her, falling atop of her completely silent.

"Wow," she groaned, running her fingers through his hair. "I feel..."

"Wonderful?" he supplied for her.

She cocked her head in though. "I was going for pleasantly sore, but wonderful works too."

He rolled off of her and brought her body to his side, admiring the slight sheen of sweat on her body glistening from the lights of the city. "Did you realize it was me that answered when you called?"

"To be honest, I thought it was your brother."

"Half brother," he corrected her.

She shook her head. "Half brother, pardon me."

"What would you have done if it was him instead of me?" He couldn't help but ask, his curiosity got the better of him.

"I would have spent a miserable night in his bed crying while he was uncomfortable on the couch, gotten up tomorrow, packed a few things and returned to Tokyo while he would probably be whining to Kikyo to work the kinks out of his back for him." She cuddled into his side and the warmth his body offered. "Are you worried that it was a cold comfort fuck?"

He snorted. "Possibly."

"Because it wasn't." When he wrapped his arms around her she sided. "I..." She couldn't figure out the right words to say.

Releasing her from his arms for a moment he reached down and grabbed the down comforter and pulled it over them and wrapped himself around her again. "Are you still leaving for Tokyo in the morning?"

She leaned up and looked down at him, arching one perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Are you going to do anything to convince me to stay?"

He shrugged his shoulders and turned over, leaving her sitting.

"Hey! We're not done here!"

"I was under the impression we were. Do you want me to convince you?" Sesshoumaru turned back over to look at her.

Blushing, Kagome looked down at him. After seeing him in the board room it was almost scary seeing him laying naked in front of her relaxed, hair disheveled and the sated look that took over his normal stoic features. "Maybe."

With a wicked laugh he dove onto her.

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The next morning Kagome awoke with a start. She felt a warm body next to her, that wasn't anything new.

Cracking her eyes open, her vision was filled with silver and white. Sitting up, she looked down at the man she stayed with and smiled. When he said convince her to stay, he meant it. She was more than convinced, and sore to boot. As they watched the sun rise over the New York city skies he came to the conclusion that she would move in with him and be his personal sex slave. She protested and he offered to be her nude model; of course she made the point that she wanted his nude body all to herself and didn't want to share.

Sesshoumaru being Sesshoumaru, challenged her and said he needed a little "convincing".

She absolutely loved their little banter. It grew to a near debate while he was trying to "convince" her to stay, and she delighted in it. She was glad he wasn't one of those people like Kouga that took sex way too seriously. He called her a dead fish, but maybe it was he that wasn't playful enough for her.

Lightly kissing the sleeping man on the forehead, she crept out of his bed and found her panties. Slipping them on, she walked over to his dresser and opened a random drawer, happy at the sight of neatly folded t-shirts that greeted her. Grabbing the first one she saw, she threw it over her head. The oversized t-shirt fell to her knees, making her feel decently covered enough to make a trip to the coffee pot.

As quietly as she could, she snuck out of the bedroom door and closed it behind her. Smiling at the aroma of coffee that filled the home, she shuffled to the kitchen and was greeted by a smiling face. "I thought I heard you last night!"

Kagome blushed, wanting to go hide from the smiling face of Izayoi. "Kouga and I ran into a little problem and Sesshoumaru came and rescued me." Grabbing two mug from the counter top she approached the coffee pot and poured the steamy liquid into both cups.

"That boy is ever the knight in shining armor," she laughed. The older woman watched the artist stare at the two cups of black coffee. "He takes his coffee with a ton of sugar," Izayoi supplied.

Reaching for the sugar pot Kagome smiled in thanks. Loading one of the cups with nearly a half a cup of sugar and a little cream, she grabbed both of the mugs and began to walk back to the bedroom only to be met with Sesshoumaru halfway.

"I was beginning to think you had run off." He took the cup of coffee that she silently offered him and took a sip. "Not quite, but I think we have enough time to practice." He took her hand and led her back to the room.

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