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A dream, yes that's what this must be, an immensely arousing dream. Then again, I'm not sure my mind could conjure up such a strange situation in which I'm tenderly cradled in Sesshoumaru's arms as he gently laps at my wounds. Sure I've dreamt like this about Inuyasha but certainly not his stoic, deadly brother. My eyes open when he abruptly stops lapping at my arm leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation. He's staring at my jeans in confusion obviously never having seen anything like them before. When he leans down and licks my knee through the large hole, it tickles so much that my foot kicks out catching him in the stomach.

"You will cease your struggles at once, miko," Sesshoumaru warns with a low growl. He resumes cleansing my wound while I try my best to hold still and not give into the giggles threatening to erupt.

"It tickles," I gasp, still trying desperately to control my laughter. He stops long enough to give me a menacing glare before resuming his ministrations on my other knee. The combination of the glare, the tickling and the silly picture of a mighty taiyoukai licking my knee sends me into fits of laughter. There's a sudden flurry of motion and I end up flat on my back underneath a very perturbed Sesshoumaru.

"You think this amusing, little one?" he asks in a silky purr. When my gaze meets the molten gold of his eyes, the heat reflected there is shocking. A shiver courses through me as he presses his body down onto mine, completely trapping me beneath his muscled form. My eyes flutter closed as his lips capture mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss. I bury my fingers in his silky silver hair, reveling in the softness I've been aching to touch. He responds with a guttural growl as I wind the strands around my fingers effectively trapping him within my grasp. When he flicks his tongue across my lips, I open my mouth allowing him to thrust it inside. A loud moan escapes my lips as he leisurely explores my mouth with his adept tongue. As I garner more courage I lightly run my tongue along the points of his fangs, careful not to puncture it on the sharp tips.

When his lips leave mine, I'm unable to suppress the tiny whimper that escapes. He chuckles again as he slowly trails kisses along my jawline. My hands move from his hair to his shoulders then slowly down his biceps, feeling the hard muscle through the fine white silk. He buries his hand in my hair and uses it to tip my head back to give him access to my neck. His lips move down to my neck, sucking and nipping, eliciting tiny whimpers of pleasure from my throat. Digging my fingers into his arms, I arch my body against his as he moves his attention to my ear. He licks and bites at my earlobe as I writhe in his arms. When he starts to pull away, he's chuckling low in his throat. He carefully gathers me in his arms and sits up pulling me onto his lap. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I sigh in happiness as I snuggle into his warmth. Now that I'm no longer distracted by his amorous attentions, I remember the reason behind my frantic flight through the woods. Damn that Inuyasha, he's as fickle as they come. As my heart clenches in my chest I cling to Sesshoumaru in the hopes of banishing the overwhelming grief that's starting to surface.

"What happened earlier?" he asks softly as he holds me against his chest.

"I overheard Inuyasha and Kikyou talking about me," I murmur, having difficulty putting the dreadful conversation into words.

"What did the idiotic hanyou say this time?" he asks with an aggravated sigh.

"He and Kikyou are plotting my death so she can have her entire soul back," I whisper against his shoulder. His arms tighten around me as his body stiffens at my words. "She told him that if she gets her soul back she'd become human again. Is that even possible?"

"Does it matter?" he asks, the rage he's apparently trying to control leaking through. "You are under my protection. They will not harm you."

"I thought he was my friend," I cry miserably. "How can he say he loves me one minute and plot my death the next?" He doesn't answer, just continues to hold me against his chest. Perhaps there really isn't an answer to that question. It's not like this is unusual behavior for Inuyasha, I just never thought he'd go this far to have Kikyou back. My fingers lightly caress Sesshoumaru's chest where the silk of his haori parts. His skin is so warm and soft, I have an almost uncontrollable urge to strip him from the waist up just to snuggle against his warmth. "Where's your armor?" I ask, realizing this may just be the first time I've ever seen him without it.

"I left it at the camp," he responds in a low rumble as I continue playing with his pectoral muscles. "It wasn't conducive for the activity I had planned."

"Oh," I murmur absently, still intrigued by the hard muscles under my fingers. "What activity was that?"

"Seduction," he responds huskily as he lifts my hand to his mouth, lightly kissing and licking the inside of my wrist. My head falls backward from the heady sensation, baring my neck to the mighty taiyoukai. He leans down, running his tongue along the pulse in my neck before moving to capture my lips with his. With a tiny moan, I part my lips under his and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I lick at his tongue until he pulls it back and allows me to push my tongue into his mouth. He shudders in my arms as I explore his mouth meticulously with my tongue, my hands entwined in his hair to hold him to me. As I pull away from him, I take his lower lip between my teeth in a gentle nip, earning a deep moan from the silver haired male. His arms tighten around me crushing my body to his as he bends me backward and captures my lips yet again, cradling my head in his hand. This time I'm the one whimpering under his careful ministrations. As he moves from my lips to my neck, my body starts feeling heavy with desire. He holds me tightly to him with one hand while running the other down my side as I moan deep in my throat. Just as I think I will pass out from the pleasure he slowly pulls away. Still cradled in his arms, I open my eyes to gaze lazily at him. His gold eyes have veins of red running through them, his beast obviously right at the surface. I watch in awe as his eyes return to their normal amber hue, the beast slowly receding back into him.

"We should head back to camp," he says as he stands with me still cradled tenderly in his arms. "The monk and the slayer will be worried about you." Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I nuzzle my face into his neck, kissing the warm skin before resting my forehead against it and closing my eyes. I hope the walk back to camp takes an eternity…

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Cymberle