Never would she have thought that she would stay the full night. Usually she left halfway through, refusing to allow him to see her past the shadows of twilight. She was completely spent, her limbs weak as they always were after a night of passion. Her ebony hair covered her face as well as hid her look of anxiety. He wasn't awake, not yet. Maybe there was still a chance of sneaking out? As she attempted to move the silk sheets off of her person, a muscular tan arm wrapped around her middle and pulled her close.
She had never revealed herself to him before, nor had she ever planned on doing so. She had always thought that he would get tired of her just as her ex-boyfriend had. For this long, she had been wrong. He had refused to allow her to escape his wondering thoughts. He had wanted to know the identity of who his midnight temperas was. He had memorized the sound of her voice, both calm in conversation and horse in the throes of passion. He knew every dip and curve of her body by touch, not by sight for she never aloud any form of light to be on in her presence. He had read many myths in his day and one particular myth kept him from disobeying her wish. He didn't want to lose his female Eros.
He refused to open his eyes, afraid that she would disappear. Keeping his arm wrapped around her bare skin he pulled her closer, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head. He relaxed as the curve of her back came in contact with his defined chest. Breathing in the scent of her shampoo and embracing the feel of her feminine body against his, he struggled to keep his eyes closed. He refused to break her wishes in fear that she wouldn't come back.
Their relationship was not purely that of lust. As the months progressed and their coupling continued the air to their relationship had changed. Their rough and heady nights slowly morphed into that of passionate and sensual moments with time spent in the other's arms. He found himself enjoying her presence. Unlike his other partners, he craved her presence not just her female figure. He didn't want to lose her, though he knew not her name or of what she looked like, he found himself falling for his twilight minx.
A sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed against his hold. She should leave, there was still a chance for her to escape. Anxiety pooled in her stomach as she looked to the other side of the room. The sight of the rising sun usually brought her peace of mind, now it gave to unsettling thoughts. The past few times that she had visited she had taken leave later than what she deemed normal. She found it difficult to leave his warm embrace and now her decisions of staying late have caught up to her. Now she found herself in a predicament, will she allow him to know who she was? Or use his current groggy state to her advantage and leave? Her resolve wavered as his lips grazed the skin of her neck before moving towards her ear.
"Do you wish to stay with me, my temperas?" He murmured in her ear, his voice husky and deep. She took in a shaky breath as his figures that were splayed on her stomach started to travel lower.
"Is it what the stars command?" She breathed heavily. She didn't expect him to know what she was referencing to. She wouldn't hold it over him to remember his own choice words from years ago. Though she could not see, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment. Something played at the edge of his memory, however he pushed the feeling aside.
"It is only fair that I know your identity, being as some how you know mine." He mused, his wandering hand brushed against the sensitive skin of her thigh. She shivered as his breath washed over the skin of her shoulder. "But it's not my place to speak; we have had this conversation many times before."
"Yes, but only in the light of the moon, never of the sun." she added. She was about to say something else, but his arm pulled her closer than what she already was. He buried his nose into her neck and curled around her body.
"I don't want to let you go. I don't what you to continue running from me as the sun colors the sky. I want to know who you are, not just the things you enjoy doing in your free time but I want to know your name, were you come from, and were you are now." He hummed desperately. He didn't want to lose her once more, only to see her in a week's time. He needed her every night, even in the day and he didn't need her for his desire, he needed her alluring presence. He felt as she sighed and he prepared for her to take her leave.
"How am I to know you won't throw me away?" She mused, "Just as you have others, Miroku?" He frowned. He didn't throw away others like she had said. In his high school and college days yes, but he had grown since then. Normally the sound of his name on her lips alighted desire within him, but in times like these it had anxiety fill him to the core.
"I would never let you go, I refuse to. I would go mad if you didn't come and see me on our said days. Please don't leave, I haven't opened my eyes- if you wish to go without me seeing you then I will respect your wish." He pleaded. His eyes didn't catch her small smile.
"Not today, maybe another time." She coed while running her fingers down him arm. Her nimble fingers started to remove his arms from her person. The sheets feel off of her body like a water fall as she stood. She looked back at the man in the queen sized bed. His lips were turned down in a frown; his boyish features were colored with worry. Long ebony hair framed his heart shaped face and his violet eyes were hidden from view. She smiled sadly and leaned towards him, placing a lingering kiss upon his waiting lips as she murmured. "My name is Kagome."