Midnight Fantasies
Sesshomaru hadn't taken much of an interest in women when his father was alive and now since the great Dog General's passing, he would not have himself distracted by such a fancy.
So what am I doing here?
Afternoon patrol duties. There – that had an official sounding title. She was on his land, in his domain, therefore he had every right to check in as he pleased. There was nothing to be ashamed of; he could watch her all wanted.
Gods, but why did he want?
Sesshomaru cursed softly.
Kagura undid her hair, laying the tie and feathery ornaments on a dry boulder. She massaged her scalp, moaning gently in the simple luxury – one of the few she could afford. Then she turned her attention to her bloodied garments.
Ick, working for Bastard Junior was a messy job. Slaughtering monks left and right, what the hell was he looking for anyway? Sadistic little cretin…But at least he gave Kagura her space to do her personals, like cleaning up.
And that's such a freedom.
Scarlet eyes rolled skyward. Right. She disrobed from the last of her constraints.
Colorful layers pooling at her feet, the wind witch stretched languidly in the sunlight before entering the running stream.
Her breasts puckered at the sudden chill, but Kagura eased back into the water. She submerged briefly, then shot up gasping and shaking the liquid beads from her body and smoothing out the droplets over her skin.
Hey, might as well give silent audience a show, right?
"So, Kagura, is this how you frivol your spare time?"
Sesshomaru had to admit the weight of the encasing armor was suddenly welcome.
"Well, I can't come looking for you in all these soiled robes, now can I?" She smiled wickedly. "I suppose you prefer me much more like this then?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Only staunch pride kept the Western Lord from averting his gaze in stark embarrassment.
Kagura gave a throaty laugh. "Oh, I'm not shy, Sesshomaru." She addressed him with odd familiarity. "And seeing that you'd been watching me for a while now, neither are you."
The daiyokai huffed. Rarely was he more at a loss for words than now and for once his fortified silence had been shaken to its moorings.
A great big "huh" was all he managed before taking to the skies in an indignant flurry of silk and furs.
Not until he was barely a speck on the horizon did Kagura exhale a despondent sigh. In the bold sunlight she could be as daring as the day and maybe take some of their banter with a grain of salt. It seemed more real than the one dream she had a few nights ago. That one had been too good to be true. Even if Kagura had woken up with fine fur between her fingers, the wonderful sensation of pure ecstasy could not have been reality.
Somehow, even in her crusade for freedom, she could not convince herself she would ever realize any happiness beyond a midnight fantasy.
Gathering her own clothes, she got to scrubbing out the stains.