written for kira hentai_contest
Wrapped at that futon, like a gift, she gazed through the window. Beyond, sky was void, sparkled by tiny, little flakes wafting from above to below. Everywhere the village slept yet she kept vigil. It was their night. Ages ago... Gods, it was too, too much a dream to be believed. It was their night!
She raced across a field. Running? No... Chasing! Feet plowed through the virginity of the winter. Hands, too, urged the strength to reach. Out. Out. Out. Until they grasped. At armor - parted. At belts - snapped. At fabric... Connected, they tumbled. Yes, they slipped, girl and demon, together.
She stopped between his legs. He anchored his knees by her elbows. His cover surrendered then vanished to the play of her fingers, her hands. His chest drew lower and lower to her face. He heaved as breath came faster and faster. She explored what he yielded until there was not a trace of flesh left unknown...
"Rin," he gasped, lips moving, biting as air surged in and out of them. "this Sesshoumaru is yours to unwrap. Take me, woman..."
So it was now as then. She writhed, pinned as he struggled to ignite her ecstasy. She shrieked, freed as he filled her body with his heat. At length she yanked away the sheet to be cooled by the blizzard. And lay there wondering while shivering, if it had been real or imagined... But - at her lips - was it not a flake of snow fading into a dream?