Dance With Me
An abstract portrayal of the emotional condition that two lovers can find themselves consumed by. I'm aiming for artistic and breath-taking moments in time, so I hope everyone enjoys it!
-Elebelle
AN:
Chapter One of this story was originally written as a one-shot drabble sex scene I spat out 6/6/2006 and it just kept going despite my first intentions. As it currently is the most popular of my stories I find this unacceptable.
As of today, 1/3/2015, I've decided to revamp this story, clean it up and maybe try to smooth the edges a little. Who knows, after I get through what I have here, I might even continue the story finally!
Also, I'm thinking of taking the basis of this story and re-writing it for the Harry Potter verse for my HP fans, so Check it out when/if I do.
(^ This has been started)
April 12, 2018
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-Elebelle
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the Inuyasha verse.
Altered as of:
6/6/2006
9/12/2009
1/22/2015
2/23/2015
4/12/2018
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-Dance With Me-
Chapter One
Dancing Drunk
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This was the last straw.
A girl can only take so much heartbreak…
Kagome screwed her eyes shut and forcefully slammed her head against the cold and unforgiving metal of the bathroom stall door.
Unfortunately for her head… self-inflicted pain, temporary and inadequate as it was, didn't ever manage to chase the thoughts and memories she wished to escape from her mind…even if she had lost the only people that could ever truly know her now, her adoptive son and her only friend, she needed to move on with her life.
She knew she needed to, she really did. The thought played like a mantra in her mind. She told herself every night before bed, and every morning when she woke up. It's what she was currently trying to drown herself in alcohol over.
She never could seem to do it though. The past was part of her. The past. Her past. It all had made her. Made her who she was now, someone that no one here in this time could ever know.
Not that anyone would ever believe her.
She sat down at the bar and ordered three fingers of scotch, highlighting with a few shots here and there. The bartender was Hojo, the boy who had long ago given up on her and had gotten into the habit of taking her keys as soon as she sat down at his counter.
She watched the crowd clear out of the club, it was one in the morning and nearing closing time. She knew she was too drunk to walk home. Hojo would take her home. Again.
Making her way to the middle of the dance floor, the music would still pound on for another hour or so, she lost herself in the beat and in the dimness… In the darkness of the place that she could close her eyes and compare to the hole inside of her.
She moved her hips, guiding them back and forth with her hands and sliding her left hand up her stomach, across the valley between her breasts, the red silk of her dress feeling smoother than water under her fingertips due to the heightened state of her senses now.
As she reached her neck she could feel another body moving behind hers, a very tell-tale masculine body. Bending her knees slightly she lost herself in the feeling, she had danced with so many men, but it had never felt this right, as if their bodies were made to fit into each other. She gave her control over to him as she dropped her hands to the silk covered thighs of the man behind her, his hands taking the place of her own.
One large hand was resting on her stomach, guiding her body with his, molding their movements together and holding her close as she grasped his hips, ensuring that he was not a fantasy. The other hand glided across her ribs and teased at the side of her left breast, softly stroking the underside with his thumb then traveling further, letting his fingertips glide across the side and over her collarbone.
When he reached the creamy expanse of her neck she reveled in the moment, eyes still shut at tightly as she could manage, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as he bent his neck to splay hot breaths over the cool skin presented to him.
As he placed his lips to the juncture of her shoulder, he spun her around to face him, an unseen smirk lighting his features as her forehead dropped to his chest and she moved her lithe frame against his.
His grip on her changed, hands forcefully staying her hips and body still, reaching one hand up to tilt her face gently to look up into his.
"Open your eyes, Kagome" Came a familiar smooth baritone and she instantly did as a shock of recognition jolted through her, sapphire fire meeting molten golden.
"Sesshomaru?... I… How… Here?" Kagome trailed off as the alcohol combined with the shock, her vision whiting out as she fainted right there in his arms.
"I'm here, that's all that matters, beautiful, that's all that really matters." Was his smooth reply as he lifted her form into his arms and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
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A/N:
I hope the re-write is satisfactory. I didn't change much, so it should be easy to go on to the next chapter. Anyway, here it is and on I go to edit chapter two.
(Ahahahahahaha. Didn't change much. Well, the 2015 edit didn't change much. 2018 is a different matter altogether.)
-Elebelle