When in Vegas

Heartbroken, Kagome seeks comfort in a one night stand. She does so searching for a quick thrill, but somewhere between the beers and the heavy kisses, she finds something else, the something that most people only dream of…love. KagInu

Disclaimer: I went out last night, kidnapped the hanyou, and tied him up before shoving him in my closet…he's mine now!!! (Rolls eyes) …right, and now I get to have my way with him and make him bend to my every whim and need. o.O … Don't look at me like that! I was just going to have him make brownies… I like brownies. ;)

Once again, italicized font usually means that someone is thinking something or to emphasize some words. I'm sure you can figure it out.

Congratulations!!! If you are reading this it means that you survived the first chapter despite the fact that it looked like it was going in the HojoKag (gross on so many levels!!!) direction. See, I knew you wouldn't be disappointed! Now, on with the fic!!!

Previously:

…pain…
…pleasure…

…and then…
...total darkness.

…party 'til you can't party anymore, then damn your exhaustion and party some more.

Chapter 2: The Man of Her Dreams, Literally

"Bzzz…Bzzz…" The loud vibrating of a nearby cell phone clanging against a bedside table begins to arouse Kagome from her deep slumber.

She yawns and stretches her arms with her eyes still plastered shut. The object continues beating down on the room decor, but the warmth of being snuggled up in bed is practically calling her name, silently begging her to never leave the sanctuary of her sheets. Reluctantly she begins to stir, willing herself to move in order to retrieve the unpleasant phone, but with a shift in weight on the bed, the noisemaker abruptly halts.

She moans at the loss of heat. Apparently whatever ceased the eternal racket also acted as her comforter, thus leaving her like a frozen popsicle. Shivering as the wind gently discovers the entrance to her blanket cocoon and icily tickles her fair porcelain skin, she morns the loss of the arm that she only just now realizes was warming her slender body. Bundling up even more, she nestles herself back under the sheets. Sure she already misses her nameless heater, but she takes pleasure in the rejuvenated silence and tries to fall back asleep, ignoring the sound of feet treading away from where she lay.

"Miroku, what do you want now?" whispers a distant voice.

A few mumbles follow, apparently whoever owns the voice is talking on the phone.

"Feh, right…fine…sure… Yeah, she's still asleep." The agitated masculine voice drifts off into the other room, causing the girl to shift slightly. "Got to go, she's stirring." The phone is shut before the person on the other line even has a chance to respond.

Kagome turns in the bed to become more comfortable, brushing off the voices she is hearing as just another one of her dreams. I've been having the strangest dreams lately, she realizes, allowing her mind to wonder over the images that accompanied her last night. She can't recall everything. Something about a man with the most unusual features…

The familiar heat returns as the being who owns the strange voice leans in closer to the tired girl. In one fluid motion, the person lefts up the blankets and slides next to her. Carefully snaking a protective arm around her tiny waist, the voice's master pulls the woman's chilled body closer to his own warm one. Instantly her thoughts fly from her mind as she is left with a content grin and not a care in the world.

She stretches faintly, allowing the covers to lazily slide from her body. Since she is slightly more awake, her early morning chill is dying off and she now basks in the soft caress of the fresh air that strokes her bare body. For a moment she allows the hot rays of the sun to become her only blanket as she kicks off the remaining sheets. Soon she tires of staying in one position as she feels her back tense. Extending her long body in hope of releasing the newly discovered tension, her manicured hands end up slapping a hard object. A grunt emits from something behind her, causing her to be instantaneously remorseful.

"Sorry," she whispers to the wind. In response, the being hugs her closer causing a comfortable smile to appear on her flawless features.

Flipping over to her other side, she releases a big yawn and sleepily smacks her lips together.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" Strange, now that distant voice seems to be right in front of her, inches away from her face.

"Hnm," she mumbles, drowsily opening her eyes to see who owns the foreign sound. Slowly, she separates her eye lids, only to shut them again in order to wipe the sleep from her eyes. Then, she blinks them open.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A soul shattering scream is released from the girl who is now far from tired.

She jumps up from the bed, shacking at the sight before her. She had expected the source of the voice to be nothing except her imagination playing tricks on her. And the foreign warmth, well she has never been a morning person, so her mind could have experienced a moment of temporary imagination magnification. How stupid she has been to brush it off as nothing! How naive can one girl be?! Instead of seeing the usual digital alarm clock, a pair of golden eyes return her stare.

The amber pools blankly glaze at her as she yanks the blanket off the bed and right out from under the strange guy, pulling with such force that he is sent flying face first into the rough hotel carpeting. Wasting no time waiting for him to recover, she quickly wraps the sheet around herself so that her more intimate areas are not being exposed to this complete stranger.

"Well, someone's not a morning person," chuckles the man who is beginning to rise from the floor. As he sits up, his hands lift from the top of his head revealing two pure white puppy ears. Apparently he had tried to shield his sensitive appendages from her surprised scream.

"You…you're the guy from the dream… the one with the adorable doggie ears." She holds her breath, almost positive that this is not really happening.

"Adorable?" His eye brow rises in amusement, but he shrugs it off. A little put out by her lack of manly complements towards his features, he stands up, puffing out his chest with pride and declares, "Well, I guess it comes with the territory."

"What territory?" The question sort of slips out before she actually has time to think about what she's saying.

His golden orbs lock with her chocolate brown pools as he answers, "Of being a dog demon of course." Rolling his eyes, he adds "Well, hanyou anyway."

She gasps, and clasps her mouth shut by slamming her hands over it. Alas, curiosity gets the better of the girl. "Does that mean that you have a tail as well?"

The hanyou stares curiously at her before a sly grin slides upon his lips. "I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

She glances down, only to quickly regret it. Oh yes, he certainly has a tail. God damn does he have a tail, but it isn't the dog tail that she is expecting. Her face turns blood red from embarrassment as she quickly averts her eyes from his nakedness. He laughs again before climbing over the bed and making his way over to her.

As his nude being approaches, realization swarms over her. I'm naked, he's certainty naked, so that only means… holy crap! Again she emits an ear shattering yell and backs up as far as the confined hotel room will allow. In reality, she only moves about five feet before meeting the boundary of the room, but being up against the window still brings a small comfort to the disheveled woman.

The man covers his extremely receptive ears once more and stumbles backwards, causing him to trip and land on top of the bed. He gives her a scowl, but his features soon soften seeing the worry on her face. So, he sits in the middle of the bed, allowing her to examine him at a distance, taking careful note to hide his manly-hood under a fluffy pillow so that his ears don't just up and fall off due to the force of yet another scream.

She glares at the man before her who is sitting cross-legged, waiting patiently for her to recover from the shock. Her labored breathing begins to calm down and she finally notices that he is fidgeting with something on his left hand. Slowly she leaves the makeshift comfort of having the open window against her back and begins to walk over to the stranger.

Her eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear as she sits down on the side of the bed, her back facing the complete stranger. She cups her face in her hands and chants "Oh god, oh god, what have I done?"

"What's wrong?" His voice is hot on her neck as he crawls up behind her. Shivers run ramped along her spine as he plants a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder. He plops down on the edge of the bed next to her, the decorative pillow still shielding his 'tail' in order to prevent further screaming sessions.

"You're married!" she wails, unable to hide her devastation. "It's one thing to have a one night stand with someone, and a whole other ball park when they're married!"

"Who said anything about a one night stand?" Curiosity hints his tone and he gives her an amused stare.

"I'm not going to have anything apart of such a scandal! This girl is nobody's mistress." She folds her arms in a matter-of-fact sort of way and shoots him an evil glare. "For heavens sake, you're married!"

Her gaze lingers longer on the man as he glances at his ring finger just as though the band on it is completely foreign to him. "Well, would you look at that." He turns to face her, a broad smile radiating from his lips. "I suppose I am married."

Her eyes narrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He gives a playful shrug. "I don't know, it's just that I'm new to this whole marriage thing." A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips.

"What are you…" Before she can finish, the hanyou has both of her hands in his grasp. She gasps, her heart fluttering as he closes the distance between them.

"But…" Her eyes widen as a clawed finger is placed on her lips, preventing her from continuing.

His voice lowers almost to a purr, "Trust me Kagome; I do not think my wife will mind what happened last night."

"How…how do you know my name?" she stumbles out, utterly confused.

An adoring smile graces his lips as he moves even closer to her, his chiseled chest inches from the thin sheet covering her own nude body. His hair brushes against her face as he leans into her ear. His hot breath caresses her body, carrying itself wistfully into her ear drum and successfully sending cool waves through her body as he explains, "Generally a man will know the name of his wife. You know, it's kind of important for saying the vows."

To emphasize his point, he suddenly pulls away from her and releases her right hand. With the left on still in his clutches, he twists it around as though examining it. "Just as I thought."

She forcefully snaps her hand away from him. Her eyes bulge out of their sockets as she stares at her left ring finger. And there, somehow, for some unknown reason, is a band. It's actually more like a delicate collection of thin red and golden strings intertwined and fastened with a tight knot, kind of like a girl scout's best friend bracelet. Nothing fancy, but the gold glistens in the morning rays giving it a quaint and somewhat elegant appeal. What makes matters worse, it is the exactly the same sort of band that the man across from her is sporting.

Crap.

Doing the only sensible thing that a girl can do who is caught naked in an unfamiliar room with an unknown, but nonetheless huge (cough cough) man who she has just learned is married, but, oh and here's the real kicker, she's his wife; she screams.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Will you shut up already?" His hisses into her ear while forcing one of his hands over her mouth to muffle the noise. Once he is sure she is done, he moves his head over the section of her back that is uncovered by the annoying sheet and whispers seductively "Now I like a good screamer, but we still don't want to wake all of Vegas with our fun, now do we?"

Hope you enjoyed!!! Oh, and don't worry. Other stories like this have been done, but I have plans. So have no fear, it shall be a 100 percent Shel original. ;)

January 3rd, 2008… My 16th Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love,
Shel