His touch, his kiss, his caress; all were so soft and tender. His kisses trailed the bare skin of my neck and left me damp and warm.
He came up to my ear and blew in a gentle breath.
"Inuyasha, you taste so sweet . . . I will have you. Now." I turned to meet his stern look. He was sad and solemn. He looked at me, deep into my soul. His eyes left trails like his kisses. Warm, and moist and sweet. I could feel those moist tears beginning to form.
"S-Sesshoumaru!" How long I've wanted to say his name so tenderly, I didn't know. All the times we fought, in all the times we've hurt each other so much . . . How many times did I wish for him to hold me like this under the crescent moon. Our silver hair mingled together like a pool of forgiveness.
A cold pool, that swallowed the past whole.
It surrounded us, it engulfed us. And as I looked down into it I was seeing my own reflection in it. My brother's hair. My hair. A pool of long cascading silver hair.
He pulled my face gently to his.
"Say it again. One more time." His eyes were so strange. So . . . Sweet.
"What do you mean . . ."
"Say it like you just did. It was beautiful. It was the first time I have ever heard it said so beautifully." I blushed and he gently fingered my soft ear.
"S-Sesshoumaru . . ."
"Yes . . . Never has that god damned word sounded so beautiful . . ." He closed his eyes.
"Say it again . . . Please . . ." He whispered. I came close to his ears.
"Sesshoumaru. I want you. Now." I whispered the last word into his ear. For both of us I think, time stood still in that moment. The only movement or sound forever it seemed, was my hot breath as I whispered in his ear. His breathing stopped and my heart beat erratically. I reached forward an inch with my tongue to lick the tip of his ear.
He shuddered. That's when I knew what I really wanted. That's when I knew there was no turning back. I loved him.
In an instant, he grabbed me by the wrist and placed me on his lap. We were nose to nose. His breath was soft and hot on my face. His eyes pierced right through my own.
"Shessho . . . Mar . . ." I couldn't say anything else. His lips encased mine and our tongues slid together as we kissed each other harder. I seemed to forget everything I had known him to be in this one moment. All that was, was him; him alone.
He tasted so sweet; so sweet and cold.
Don't like it? I don't care to hear what you think. Flame it? You will be virtually kicked in the nutsack whether it is nonexistent or not on you. Like it? By all means, please tell me!
This was written for one of my very best friendies, Sammeh. It is her sweet 16! Hence the "sweet" motif ;D
.:Lady Phenylina:.