pssh, you know I love yeh, hubby ^^ And maybe this'll help spark your creativity for TWDF. *chuu~* Happy valentine's, love. ^^
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Sesshomaru held Miroku's arm, hand curled tightly around his wrist, counting the pulse that he could feel, even through the heavy silk that wrapped it. The heartbeat was still quick, strong, just a bit ragged and he smiled.
Incense-scented hair tickled his face, making him want to wrinkle his nose. He reached up to brush it back, looking up at the monk's soft smile.
Miroku lay on top of him, propped up a bit. His eyes were both clear and dreamy, far away, and he wondered what the human was thinking about.
He let his fingertips slide over his cheek, slightly damp with perspiration, to rest on his lips. After a moment, Miroku smiled, reaching up to catch his hand in lightly, pressing gentle kisses to his fingertips, eyes sliding shut. It was a tender, almost adoring gesture that made his insides tighten with a strange, uncomfortable emotion.
Sesshomaru frowned a bit, leaning up to replace fingertips with lips, kissing him deeply. Miroku leaned into it, a slow, lazy kiss that didn't help to relieve the strange ache in the youkai's chest, in fact quite the contrary. He could barely breathe when he broke it... and yet, it was with a sharp sense of regret that he did.
He sighed, catching a lock Miroku's hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Tugged it lightly, with a command that would have been sharp, except that somehow it ended up sounding warm, almost tender. "Sleep."
Miroku smiled softly and nodded, laying his head down, stretching, his naked body draped comfortably over Sesshomaru's. He was almost too warm, but the demon didn't push him off, instead dropped his hand to his back, feeling the same, steady beat. Fainter here, and slower than before, a soothing tattoo under his fingertips.
He waited until he was sure Miroku asleep before he kissed him again, lifting the human's hand and pressing his lips to skin that tasted of salt and smoke and crisp, cold water. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and let their hands drop slowly to the side, fingers still tangled together.
"Sleep well." He breathed the words softly into the dark hair that spilled over his chest, and let the slow, steady rhythm under his hand lull him to sleep.
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Sesshomaru held Miroku's arm, hand curled tightly around his wrist, counting the pulse that he could feel, even through the heavy silk that wrapped it. The heartbeat was still quick, strong, just a bit ragged and he smiled.
Incense-scented hair tickled his face, making him want to wrinkle his nose. He reached up to brush it back, looking up at the monk's soft smile.
Miroku lay on top of him, propped up a bit. His eyes were both clear and dreamy, far away, and he wondered what the human was thinking about.
He let his fingertips slide over his cheek, slightly damp with perspiration, to rest on his lips. After a moment, Miroku smiled, reaching up to catch his hand in lightly, pressing gentle kisses to his fingertips, eyes sliding shut. It was a tender, almost adoring gesture that made his insides tighten with a strange, uncomfortable emotion.
Sesshomaru frowned a bit, leaning up to replace fingertips with lips, kissing him deeply. Miroku leaned into it, a slow, lazy kiss that didn't help to relieve the strange ache in the youkai's chest, in fact quite the contrary. He could barely breathe when he broke it... and yet, it was with a sharp sense of regret that he did.
He sighed, catching a lock Miroku's hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Tugged it lightly, with a command that would have been sharp, except that somehow it ended up sounding warm, almost tender. "Sleep."
Miroku smiled softly and nodded, laying his head down, stretching, his naked body draped comfortably over Sesshomaru's. He was almost too warm, but the demon didn't push him off, instead dropped his hand to his back, feeling the same, steady beat. Fainter here, and slower than before, a soothing tattoo under his fingertips.
He waited until he was sure Miroku asleep before he kissed him again, lifting the human's hand and pressing his lips to skin that tasted of salt and smoke and crisp, cold water. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and let their hands drop slowly to the side, fingers still tangled together.
"Sleep well." He breathed the words softly into the dark hair that spilled over his chest, and let the slow, steady rhythm under his hand lull him to sleep.