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This was definitely the best hotel he had seen in a long time. A shining example of class and elegance like few of the places he had had the pleasure of seeing in his extensive trips around the world.
Not over the roof, not sub-par...
It was probably the work of some stuck-up bastard who thought himself ruler of the world. Inuyasha had to admit though that he liked the pale lights reflected on the walls and the red, velvet carpets that complemented the leather couches so well. And perhaps the intricately built fountain just a few feet away...
"Are you going to stare all day long or are we getting rooms already?"
"Keh. Eager to get the pervert all to yourself or something?"
Miroku glowed with innocence.
His secretary rolled her eyes and shortly threatened him with bodily harm that not even Kikyou would be able to undo afterward. Inuyasha - grudgingly - acquiesced defeat when Sango mentioned the painful loss of some very important part of his anatomy that wouldn't allow him have children. Probably for the next two hundred years or so until his demon blood recuperated.
It was overrated but sure as hell worked.
So...checking in it wa - whoa! Speaking of high placed bastards, here came one who had probably won the gold or something.
Inuyasha leaned his elbows on the counter, ignoring the startled look of the receptionist, and blatantly stared at the couple that had just stepped in the loge. Graceful and complementary at once, dark and light but obviously with switched personalities.
The man - scratch that, youkai - was definitely the owner of this place...if one noticed how everyone stopped and respectfully bowed to him. He looked just almost similar to him but without the ears and definitely with an added icicle up his ass.
Snort. He probably thought himself high and mighty for having the looks - stupid, girlish, pretty white hair and amber eyes - the money and the lively, beautiful woman with blue eyes walking by his side. Which, by the way, was either a gold digger or blind.
For sure that no one wanted to be with - his ears perked at the murmurings of guests and employees alike - this Sesshoumaru Taisho character for the laughs.
"We shouldn't really be doing this here - uhm!"
They shouldn't...but for once Kagome was glad that he rarely listened to her in such situations. The jacket fell to her elbows and he undid the first two buttons of her white shirt to nibble at her collarbone.
"Thirty floors to go still," a murmur, a growl, "and the only stop is to our penthouse. We have time..."
"If this weren't out personal elevator," she laughingly nipped at his pointed ear, blowing a puff of air just to feel him shudder in delight, "I would've been so embarrassed. I swear...I think you only married me so that you could have an excuse to legally to push me up against the nearest wall when the mood strikes you."
"Hn." That was a very satisfied 'hn' in her opinion. Kagome swallowed when he carelessly mimicked the way he had undressed her only a few moments earlier...saffron eyes hooded and oh so terribly amused.
"Let us test that theory, shall we? I wish to refresh my memory."
The black tie hung from his fingers as an unspoken promise.
Kagome had nothing to complain about that.