Rusty foliage crinkled beneath the coarse haori her body lay upon. It was this night that her heart filled to the brim, only to rupture into more tiny fragments than of that she was searching.
Her thin fingers sprawled across her lover's scarred back, slicking down the notches in his spine. His movement jostled her breasts, expunged the air from her lungs. She had yet to be greeted with the gloriousness of his mouth divulging with hers.
It was like the stars shown dimmer in the haze of her lashes, falling in attachment to one another. The rumbling against her throat was warm, frightening and wholesome all the same. To know his body was the resolve of many sleepless nights.
The rest were slumbering in the quarters above an abandoned ochaya, that had since been reclaimed by priests searching for refuge. They had promised to keep watch over their weary companions, but circumstance found better use of their bodies.
There was a soft quake of pebbles tripping from the embankment into the small pond, long since empty of koi and game. Kagome's hair slithered along the musty edge, adhered to the mossy overgrowth that pillowed her neck. She could see the flickers of silver catch the dim light in the reflection.
How long would she have to wait for this again? How long would her body withstand the withdraw of having him leave her empty? The hanyou's tawny eyes were lit ablaze with ruddy bleeding, signifying his enthrallment.
He wondered if she knew how his arms were weak, nimbly keeping his weight from crushing her as he thrust against her. She arches her bare body, soothing the heat clustered against her back. The nighttime chill kissed the swelter with a shuddering mouth.
Her voice wanted to cry, scream out anything that would be forced outward. Yet, as she parted her swollen lips, not a word would form. In the silence, InuYasha closed his eyes to rest his head upon her damp forehead. His breathing penetrated her pores as she longingly pressed her mouth languidly to his.
It was sweet, salty, so very much him. He tasted like she imagined in her loneliness.
His long fingers, claws so delicately roaming her cheek, swan-like neck and collar, traces a pattern against her flushed skin.
They had waited long enough. Even if tomorrow had an absolution, this magic would fade and their lives would become tangled within the darkness of the journey before them.
If anyone knew... If anyone knew of the condition, or state, their lives would not be able to sustain the same vigor. A chaste miko in search of a damaged jewel was what they saw, not the hungry woman that she had become. She beckoned her beast to devour her. She longed for his touches to be swift and crass against once unblemished virgin flesh.
Her love was ravenous.
His, equally so.
From a distance, Miroku, the pious, was sitting upon his window perch. He stared down into the clearing, holding on the ledge to see movements below.
The Taijiya blushed upon inspection and covered her eyes with the collar of her disheveled kimono. No one was to utter a word of this night. There were gifts given beneath the moon, and none were to be told.
Denial was a powerful delusion.