Center Stage: A SessKag Erotic Tale

Center Stage

Kagome flopped over onto her stomach, irritable and restless. After hours of tossing and turning, her sleeping bag had become a balmy inferno, the parachute material clinging to her sweaty skin, cocooning her in the heated grip of her own frustration.

No matter what she'd tried, she just hadn't been able to relax enough to fall asleep. There was something she needed to do, something she'd been putting off for over a week now, since she hadn't yet had the opportunity to return home to the comfort and safety of the Modern Era. The final battle with Naraku was drawing near, yet Kagome's own inner turmoil consumed her, ratcheting up to a fever pitch over the last few days.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She was a healthy teenage girl—she had needs, for Kami's sake—and if those needs weren't met soon, she had a feeling she was going to explode. And not in a pleasant way.

Shifting a bit in agitation, Kagome had to bite back a groan as her aching heat rubbed against something hard half-buried in the grass beneath her sleeping bag. It was probably a rock, or a clump of packed dirt, but whatever it was, that little earthen bulge felt sinfully good as she ground her pelvis against it again.

This time, a soft, tiny moan did escape her lips. Kagome's eyes flew open as she clapped a hand to her mouth, her heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, fearfully, she eased onto her back, sitting up a little as she peered over the edge of her sleeping bag.

The campfire before her had long since died to embers, her friends still fast asleep around it, thank the merciful gods. Directly across from her, Miroku slept with his back propped up against a tree—and Sango's head propped against his shoulder. Despite herself, Kagome smiled warmly at the sight, her eyes drifting to Shippou and Kirara, who lay sprawled to her left, four paws to the ceiling as they snored.

On her right, Inuyasha dozed in his usual upright position, his legs crossed beneath him, both chin and sword resting against his chest. Every now and then, his silvery dog-ears gave a little twitch, betraying his alertness even in sleep. The simplest solution to Kagome's problem, of course, would be to take care of it right here and now in her sleeping bag, but she couldn't trust herself to remain quiet enough to escape his notice. If Inuyasha were to catch her 'in the act', she'd never hear the end of it.

Plus, there were other, newer variables to consider. Her gaze moved a fair distance away, past where Rin and Jakken were slumbering together against the warm belly of Sesshoumaru's gigantic dragon pet Ah-Un, all the way over to the daiyoukai himself. As usual, he was wide awake, standing with his back to her at the outskirts of the woods, gazing out over the edge of a cliff. Sesshoumaru never seemed to require sleep, and staring broodingly out into the distance seemed to be one of his favorite pastimes—apart from picking fights with Inuyasha and harassing her on a daily basis.

Kagome scowled.

Ever since they'd joined forces with Sesshoumaru's group some weeks back, he'd been singling her out for torment. At first, she'd thought it was her own paranoia, but gradually she'd come to the conclusion that he definitely had something against her. He was always harping on her about one thing or the other and seemed particularly fond of ordering her around.

"Miko, stop dawdling."

"Miko, you are making too much noise."

"Miko, close your mouth when you have finished speaking. A hanging jaw does not become you."

Miko this, miko that—and every bit of it delivered with a cocked brow or a subtle, infuriating smirk. Worst of all, she found herself actually giving in to his demands, regardless of however reluctant she had been to submit to him in hindsight. He had an air of command about him that simply refused to be denied.