Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
It might happen
'He looks older.'
It almost made her laugh out loud. 500 or so years and you think he would look the same?
The lights were flashing slower, the long trans beat starting to fade and turn into some melancholic song. The sudden darkness briefly followed and then he was there. Intimidating like in the past but so achingly familiar.
She melted against him, eyes closed, air stuck in her throat. His breath on her ear, warm puffs against her neck. Hands pulling her close, molding her to him.
"Are you real?"
The words escaping and almost disappearing. He chuckled against her skin, making cold shivers run down her spine.
"Do you want me to be?"
She didn't answer, only raised her head and was lost in his eyes.
The song faded.
He fallowed her out, through the crowd of people and when she game to halt at her building he was still there.
She didn't ask but he came anyway. The door closed behind them.
She never put the lights on.
He was cool to touch and yet he burned her. Hard and anxious, yet so gentle it made something inside of her shatter. He wanted her then and she was his to use. The brief moment into oblivion.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes."
She understood. This wasn't significant. She wasn't. Yet, she realized, she wanted it to be, wanted her to be. He shouldn't.
He was looking at her from the corner of his eye, little smile playing on his lips.
"But not tonight?"
"No."
