Written for the 10whores challenge on livejournal. I'm not too sure that I like this one very much, but a plot bunny was hopping around in the garden so I lassoed it before it escaped. I used prompt #3 - Freedom for this.
If there was one person that scared Miaka, it was Nakago. She feared him because he held power over her. He had deceived her with lies and kisses once, and nearly destroyed any hope of her summoning Suzaku. And Miaka feared him returning.
She would never tell anyone, but when she'd tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him close, it hadn't been an act. She'd lost herself entirely in the feel of his lips and his body and she hadn't cared that he was an enemy – she'd lost her control over her thoughts and she knew it, but she hadn't cared.
Nakago had somehow managed to slip around her defences to touch her heart, and Miaka hated him for it. Hated him and loved him, or rather loved his body. It was crazy and she couldn't believe that she was thinking that about Nakago, the evil general, but she dreamed about him at night. Even though she loathed him for almost damning her as a priestess, her soul was bound tight to him.
She wished he would die. She hated herself for thinking that way about anyone, even Nakago, but she did. Because as long as he lived, she would never be free to truly love another, for she couldn't honestly love someone with all her heart and soul and mind when she lusted after Nakago. He hadn't taken her heart to keep as his own, but he'd bound her in a cage where she could look and even touch whoever she wanted, but she wasn't free to leave. She was his prisoner and she would never break free. Sometimes she didn't want to.