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Chapter 7:

Azumi:

His toned, muscular chest and smooth sculpted abdomen surprised me. Not by the carefully crafted muscle, but by the firm, yet comfortable way he was able to hold me. The way his breathing gently pushed into my back, and how I seemed to sink into him. My body a perfect fit. His legs resting on either side of mine, and I was nestled comfortably in his arms. I found that in his arms, even my nightmares dared not to plague me. I was safe, in any manner whilst I was here. If given the chance, I would not hesitate to persaude my way back into this embrace.

My eyes were alert, though slightly heavy with the remainders if sleep. My small naps causing me to become increasingly exhausted. I let my tiresome eyes wander and then they paused.

I found myself staring down at the clawed hands that were gently encircling me. The markings of his slender, strong hands drawing more of my attention. I blushed as the thought of recognizing that Sesshomaru shared these marks on his face, hands and his body caught me off gaurd. Sure, I was chasing him. Sure, it was going splendidly. Sure, I loved the thought of being able to see him like no one else had. I felt my cheeks rising in temperature as I left my thoughts wander. Had he seen my other markings, whilst I was in the hot spring? I felt my eyes widen as the realization hit me. He had indeed seen me in the nude, no matter how well I had tried to hide it, his eyes had scrutinized every inch of my skin when he slid his haori onto my form. He had even been careful to avoid every bruised area on my skin. I turned in Sesshomaru's arms, curiosity getting the better of me as I stared at his sleeping face. His mokomoko twitching slightly as I placed my hands in the fur, and began stroking it. Soft sighs of contentment escaped the sleeping man. His head tilted slightly, and before I could stop myself. I found my nose hovering above his, my breath hitching as I lowered my face closer to his. My lips just centimeters from his, as I paused. His sleeping face so serene. I wanted to savor this proximity, this peaceful moment.

I found my fingers wandering into his hair. The smooth, silky texture relaxing as I wove little braids into it. I brushed my lips across his jaw. Settling myself there, in the curve of his neck. His scent increasingly more intoxicating to me as I breathed deeper. I began to doze once more. His form had stiffened in his sleep, then relaxed. He pulled me closer to him, nuzzling me as I began to see dreams. Such sweet, lovely dreams.

Sesshomaru:

Through feigned sleep, I realized how brave this woman was. Her breathing pattern of slumber halted, and a steady rhythm began to rise in her heart. She had turned in my loose hold. My eyes were open only a fraction, as I saw different emotions flit across her face. It took all that I could not to smirk at each and every blush that rose in her cheeks. She had fallen asleep so easily in my arms. I could sense her comfort, and her excitement at my touch. That's when she suprised me. Her hands soothingly stroking the fur of my mokomoko, expertly pawing through it so gently. I sighed, enjoying each and every gentle touch. A small smile danced across her plump mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to claim them. I was able to resist, somehow. Her face then came right to mine, slowly, cautiously, curiously. Her nose hovered, and I saw her thinking. Her mouth came dangerously close to mine. I growled inwardly, her scent so intoxicating. Her breathing paused, as she looked at me. Such emotion flowing into her striking eyes that I wanted nothing more than to have her close them. My hands over them, searching her face with my lips, to make sure that everything was indeed as sweet as she smelled. Her fingers worked my hair into little braids near the ends. I would keep them, even if only for the few days they lasted in travel. If she went through the trouble to do these brave acts whilst she believed I was resting, than they deserved to be rewarded. The ultimate surprise then came. Her face found comfort in my neck, her smooth skin against mine. Her breath warm against my throat. Her scent mixing with mine, and the heat rising on my body was more than enough. I stiffened, fear of her realizing I was awake began rising. When her breathing slowed, I relaxed. When I was sure she had drifted far enough, I pulled her in closer. Nuzzling her, the top of her head tilting backwards, exposing her face. I pressed my lips to hers, gently. I did not want to wake her, yet I relished in the accomplishment. This Sesshomaru had sealed fate; and her chase was quick. However, this mouse was a wanderer, and wanted this cat to catch and kill any chance of wandering.

"This Sesshomaru, will wait for you."