Too Much Heaven

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She had fallen asleep on him. Again.

Not that he necessarily minded, as Rin had been doing so since her younger years. The girl fisted large handfuls of his fur in tight white hands. She was breathing deeply, her head resting lightly on one of his muscular thighs. He could see, with each rise and fall of her bosom, the pink rose petals of her lips parted, awakening certain areas of him that he'd been absolutely certain would remain dormant forever.

This did not please Sesshomaru.

For too long he has watched her, when she had thought to be alone, unheard. Such a silly girl, who often poured her heart out to the only being besides the lord himself that would care enough to listen to her, Ah-Un, took to staring at her with wide, intelligent eyes. The two headed dragon, Sesshomaru knew, understood next to nothing of Rin's heartfelt declarations of feverish love but, being such a gentle beast, showed faint interest. The soft, stroking fingers of the girl would dance across his muzzles, and he remembered well the light voice that used to sing him to sleep nearly every night.

Sesshomaru occasionally yearned for the harmonic vocals of his ward. Since her coming of age - he could smell the ripening of her fresh, youthful body - such instances were nearly unheard of.

His amber eyes swept over the sleeping figure of the girl.

Yes, he wanted to hear her sing. But in an entirely different manner.

Guilt sparked within him like wildfire. He sighed.

Was it necessarily wrong, to want to ravish his ward as keenly as a starved animal? It was not a particularly dreadful sin, he reasoned, as she was currently unattached from any human male that had shown interest in her. Rin, he thought, was exceptionally good-looking, as he stared at her ebony head of curls, so close in proximity to a part of him that craved for the affections that those full, puffy lips could provide. Even as he desperately attempted to cleanse himself of such dismal coveting, the crisp, cool feel of her breath near his swollen arousal caused him to stiffen.

Gods, he must look away. He must look away, before the demonic urges to breed constrained him into a ravenous, acquisitive creature of Hell. An abomination he would be, to deflower a delicate maiden while she slumbers trustfully close to his side. How would he explain himself, in the aftermath of their rough rutting (as surely it would be so), that he had not taken her purity out of love, or passion, not even duty. But lust. Intense, plain, insufficient lust. It would break her heart.

He would not have that.

In her sleep, Rin shifted slightly, her fingers lightly trailing from his mokomoko to the silk of his hakama. How unbelievably tempted Sesshomaru was, to remove the thin sheen of fabric and feel the feather-like touches release the tension of his rigid, muscular thighs. How very tempting indeed.

Sesshomaru allowed himself to smirk in the slightest amount. The fact was that he just might have to get over himself. It would be too much like Heaven to have Rin. While she should undoubtedly find a reservation and one-way ticket to such a place, if it even existed, he could not follow her. Sesshomaru was a youkai; the gods would have none of him. How very unrealistic he was, to think he could obtain the unreachable, an angelic child. But she smelled so good.

Rin murmured what he thought suspiciously was his name, and his smirk became more pronounced. So she dreamed of him. That was… pleasant to know.

He wondered, fleetingly, if her subconscious visions of him were as enticing as his thoughts of her. Cautiously, Sesshomaru stroked her ebony curls with his long, dagger-like claws. His mindset nearly shattered as she unintentionally flipped herself between his legs, the back of her head rubbing agonizingly against his arousal. He wished Rin's jaw had not fallen slack, parting her lips to him, her heart-shaped face turned skyward. A strangled sound caught in his throat.

Amazing how quickly he would unwind for a human girl, and she wasn't even trying. Sesshomaru creased his brow. He was debating to awaken her, to reposition her in a more appropriate manner, where she would be far from touching his burning need… yet the expression on her youthful face was so at peace, he immediately dismissed the idea.

So the inuyoukai merely leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes. Perhaps Rin would be lucky, unlike he, who would be plagued by carnal cravings…

Sesshomaru drifted into a restless sleep, immensely unsatisfied.

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A/N: One more chapter to go! ;) Thanks for reading.