A/N: Hiya guys, It's been awhile since I wrote anything, but my muse was in coma so I have an excuse! But now It's alive again so I'll write some more!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Rumiko Takahashi does, I'm just borrowing!
Silently I admired him from afar, knowing I'd simply never have a chance with that amber eyed angel. The first moment I lay eyes on him I felt that oh so familiar urge to touch, within my hand. But alas he would never let a perverted Hoshi such as myself do such a scandalous thing. In my mind I can picture him moaning my name, those beautiful, expression filled eyes gazing at me with something other than blind hatred. That soft hair like sun kissed snow, shimmering as I brush it aside to take one of those Lupine appendages into my mouth to taste it's salty tang, with my imagination I can just barely guess what he'd taste like, like a memory just out of reach or the last puzzle piece whose shape I cannot recall, even though all the other pieces are laid flat before me.
Today I watched him be poisoned by that moth bandit, and I held him in my arms whilst I protected him from that thick web of acidic miasma. Today I protected him, and I'd never felt more proud of myself. Despite the desperate situation I found myself giddy, I could smell his masculine scent of sandalwood and felt him lean flush against my chest, my mind wandered later that day to think about it, how I'd shiver in pleasure if Inuyasha ever arched like that against me by conscious choice. He'd transformed in my arms, gone from that beautiful untamed beauty to this powerful beast that spoke insanity in moments. It shocked me.
Nobody noticed, while Inuyasha was murdering the bandits, the Hoshi on his knees among strands of that fallen nest, with an unbearable erection. That powerful change rushed through my body as he slashed out, and I completely forgot where we were. I barely even noticed Sango and Kagome return. Never even saw Sesshoumaru, too enraptured by my beauty that despite his insanity at the moment seemed nothing but exotic and sexy to me.
It wasn't until later that day that I finally snapped out of it. He'd just come back from the creek, completely soaked. Water dripped from his Hakama's and left a pooling trail behind him as he stopped in front of me. He looked at me then, with the most hesitant golden orbs, he looked afraid that I'd run from him. Oh I wanted to hold him so badly in that moment, hold him to me and not even let my hands wander as I told him it'd all be ok. Somehow though I didn't think Inuyasha would appreciate my platitudes so I simply flashed him an understanding, clergy smile. Inuyasha shuddered then a sigh of visible relief, and smiled back at me, it was the most heart broken smile I'd ever seen.
Had he really been so pleased by a simple accepting smile from such an unworthy Hoshi? Of course, I'd been the one to be with him from the beginning, to watch as his eyes bled red. I was the one that could have died, sure Kagome got charged at in the end, but I was there by myself before she ever was.
Night fell, and the women went to sleep in their bed rolls, but I found myself laying awake, staring up at the baleful moon above. Everything about this day seemed ominous didn't it? Glancing over to Inuyasha I felt that urge well up inside of me again, much stronger than before. I just had to touch that beautiful Hanyou. Sure I touched women, but since I met Inuyasha I understood something. It wasn't the woman that I wanted, I wanted that strength and beauty only a demon could posses, for awhile Sango made me think my thesis wrong. But it was only her extreme male behavior that made me want to touch her. After a few pats she'd become boring and my 'demon' hand satisfied. Now as I watched Inuyasha my hands throbbed, positively yearning to touch that petal soft, yet taught and muscled skin beneath them. Inuyasha had the face of a woman that my eyes loved, and the body that my hands craved.
I crept up silently from my bed roll and snuck across the camp to where Inuyasha sat, leaned against a rock. I leaned in slowly, my breath ghosting over his lips as I breathed in slow puffs so his sensitive ears wouldn't hear, and I pressed my lips against his, a shiver rushed down my spine as I broke contact with him. I looked at my sleeping beauty with longing for a moment, my hand reaching up to caress his cheek before I turned to settle back down, reveling in the feel of those velvety soft lips. I drifted off to sleep that night completely unaware of the confused golden orbs that watched. I had my moment of silent glory with my angel, and I expected nothing more than that.
End?
A/n: one shot or not? Hmm…choices choices..