Hello. Ok, yes, yell at me, because I did take an exceptionally long time on this. But I got it, and it's one of my longest chapters yet!

A few notes. 1) Everyone is a bit older. Make sure you know that Rin is indeed a young woman. There is no pedophile here. 2) This is not a Sessh/Kag fic, so please quit asking.

Alrighty then, with my magical fingers, I give you… chapter 7.

Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, you all know I don't own Inuyasha, though I'd like to. Way more than I should.

Chapter 7: Separation Anxiety

"Can… can we still do this?"

"Nnh."

"What?"

"No… no don't stop. Please."

"Of course not, never if I had my way but… but will it hurt?"

Smiling broadly, Sango reached up to wrap her arms securely around her lover's neck. "You know," she started, pulling his face down to lightly brush slight kisses over the length of his neck, causing him to shiver, "For a man so bent on having children, you certainly don't know much about the pregnancy."

"Well, I cert-" again shivers rippled throughout Miroku's body. He loved his wife more than anything, would give up the world to keep her safe. And with a combination of his undying love, the anticipation of their coming child, and his wife's very, very delicious caresses… "Well I certainly do not wish to harm the babe so-" again he broke off as he felt her hand rub slow circles on his lower abdomen. He could feel himself growing harder than he had been, almost to the point of pain. Slightly purring, and slightly moaning in the mix, he reached down and grabbed her wandering hand.

"Sango, will this hurt the baby?" He looked down at her deep colored eyes, glazed over in passion and love.

As if in answer, he felt her arch up towards him, her legs brushing his, his hard member brushing her most sensitive spot. Forgetting to wait for his answer, he moved against her, rubbing his manhood in slow, erotic circles against her heat. He elicited a moan from her, and his lust heightened. He never seemed to grow tired of her, no matter how many times they had made love, no matter the place or time, he just loved to have her.

Since Inuyasha and the others, though, there hadn't been much time for them to meet besides when they retired for bed, and half the time they were so tired that whenever he would enter their living quarters, he would find her fast asleep. Then he would undress, numb to everything around him, and climb into bed beside her.

So many nights he had come to her in this way. Sleeping heavily as soon as he held her to him, or simply lying there relishing the feeling of her in his arms. They didn't see each other much anymore, and there were even days that he wouldn't see her at all, working through the night and well into the next day. On those kinds of days his mind would often wonder to his little wife, worrying over her safety and the baby's, willing her in his mind to take it easy.

Today they had had a special occasion. The mistress had given them leave, letting them have the day to themselves, saying she would take care of things for a while. Not one to argue with the thought of having Sango to himself for 24 hours, he had willingly agreed.

Running his hands up her body, he reached up to cup her now swelling breasts, loving their new size. Being pregnant, she had told him once, meant changes in her body, physically and mentally. If her mental state changes as well as her body, then I'm in for a treat, he thought wickedly as he ran his tongue along the undersides of both. Slowly he nibbled his way up and over her chest, stopping to lave at the little hardened pink crest. Dragging his tongue roughly over one, he bent his head to suckle her, causing her to writhe and wiggle beneath him.

Pulling back, but moving his hands to roam and stroke her long shapely legs. "Will it hurt the baby, Sango?"

"Hm? What?" She looked up at him, her eyes hazy in her fervored craze for him. He grinned wildly, loving the fact that he could drive her to incoherency.

"I said," he began again, running his hands up the length of her soft, pale legs to reach the secret of his desires. "Will it hurt the baby?" He rubbed his face gently against her slightly protruded belly. To think, they had created a life, a beautiful baby boy or girl to share their lives, to live and grow and learn.

"No Miroku it won't hurt the baby, the baby won't hurt. Please," she pleaded in a harsh whisper. Unable to deny himself any longer, he brought his hands up to hold her head in between them, and kissing her deeply and fully, drove himself into her. He felt her gasp into his mouth. Stroking his tongue against hers, he moved against her in an age old dance, thrusting himself into her to the hilt. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, gently pulling, and it caused him to move faster and harder against her.

How, he thought as he continued to move against her, could I ever have thought to let her get away from me? How could I have ever even thought of other women when all the time I had had her around me? Refusing to answer himself, he gathered her closer and held her tightly as they reached paradise.

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He was in hell, he was sure of it.

All over his body ached. Muscles he didn't even know existed were tense and tight, and he felt a dull throb at the back of his eyes.

Why was he here?

Sitting up, which was an effort in itself, Kouga opened his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around.

Where am I, he thought silently.

Looking about him, he found himself to be in a different room from before. The floor was covered in black tile, gleaming in a light not seen. The walls where even blacker, and mirror like, causing his reflection to look back at himself. To the farthest wall was a long, long sofa, graceful and arching every 4 feet or so, wrapping itself around half of the room. This, too, was black, though the framework was a lighter shade of gray, and covered with multiple throw pillows, each a different shade of black and gray. There was a wardrobe standing next to him, black and gleaming, with candles sitting atop it, giving the room an eerie glow. Looking down, he saw himself lying on a large, circular feather bed. The coverlet was made of rabbit's fur, died black he supposed, soft and warm under his fingers.

So strange, these rooms, he thought to himself. So graciously decorated and different from most customs of guest quarters.

But am I a guest? Or a prisoner?

Ignoring his aching body, he gracefully stood, lethal in his movements, and went to walk about the room. The tile, strangely, was warm beneath his feet. He walked over to the couch, across the vastness of the room, and ran his clawed hands over the velvet upholstery. As his fingers brushed against the soft texture, he had a sudden flash of Kagome in his arms, his legs between hers, one of his hands lightly resting against her leg, the other cupping her intimately between the legs.

"No, Kagome you were friends with me, I wanted more."

Tensing, he pulled back to stand straight up. Where had that come from?

Turning about, he strode over to the wardrobe. Looking inside he saw that it was empty. Running his hands over the smooth inside, he tried to find a hidden door or drawer.

"There is nothing there."

Kouga quickly turned at the sound of the lilting voice, crouching down automatically into a lethal pose.

"There is nothing to fear, demon."

Kouga looked cautiously about the room, seeing no trace of anyone there with him. Lifting his face, he sniffed the air, and smelled nothing but himself and the scent of burning candles. "What is it you want?" He waited in thick silence for an answer.

"We would wish for you to put some clothes on."

Looking down, Kouga noted that indeed he was as stark naked as the day he was born. He hadn't even noticed.

Standing, never letting his guard down, he reached over and drew the coverlet from the bed to wrap half-hazardly about his hips. The downy blanket felt good against his cool skin. "What is it you want," he asked again, a little more harshly than before.

"Why have you not claimed the girl?" The soft, silvery voice drifted over him, seeming to calm his alert body.

"What girl?"

Waiting for an answer, he was startled at another flash back. He was kissing someone, using his tongue to trace the lips beneath his, urging them to open. When they didn't yield, he felt himself pulled away, tugging her bottom lip gently with his teeth then chuckled softly as he heard her moan. Drawing back, he looked into a pair of deep, dark brown eyes. The eyes of his love, his soul mate.

"Kagome? When did this happen? I did not touch her in such a way," though I would've if given the chance, he finished silently.

He felt the air stir around him, and looked about to see someone. Still, he was alone.

"Young one, you have been brought here for a purpose, one that concerns the young woman."

"What have you done to Kagome? I swear by the gods if you've done harm to her…" he trailed off at the sound of a soft sigh.

"Demon, we have done nothing to her. Tell me, do you even know why we brought you here?" Kouga stood in silence, trying to remember more. "Go look at your reflection."

Kouga walked over to the nearest wall, never once letting up on his guard, and looked at himself. His hair was down and disheveled, sweeping against his back. His body looked the same, sinewy and ripe with muscle. Lifting the cover from his backside, he could see that his tail was still attached. Looking closely, he was slightly taken aback at the color of his eyes. They were violet, and swirling about as if they held fog.

"What is this," he whispered, more to himself than the voice.

"That is the mark of the Breuvage Magique de Sex. We know it as the aphrodisiac of lust. This particular potion causes a demon's senses to become more sensitive, and your hormones dance and rage. This effectively makes one to wish for sexual fantasies and desires."

"Then why do I not feel this pull?"

"We have lessened its effect. You should not feel anything now, but that will change once more. Then you will become the crazed, lust filled demon that you were." The voice had taken on a slight edge.

Kouga stood in stunned silence. Someone had drugged him, and now controlled his actions. Looking up at the ceiling, he began to yell. "I do not let anyone control me! YOU WILL NOT COMMAND ME!" Then, a bit softer, he said, "I will not hurt Kagome!"

Suddenly he felt something inside him change. He began to feel hot, and his body was tingling all over. Urges were overtaking him, and he found himself wanting someone to caress his burning body, soothe the ache in his now stone hard member. The blanket about his hips suddenly felt too heavy and strange brushing against his skin, causing little goose-bumps to rise up over his legs. Wrenching the blanket away, he reached down to cup himself in his hands, delighting in the feel. "What… what are you doing?!"

"What we wish. You have no choice in what goes, demon prince, remember this."

With that harsh statement, he felt the burning in his body die, and again he was in control of himself. Yet, with all of the energy he had just felt, the strong will to possess and mate, he found himself very tired. Pulling the blanket from the floor, he strode over to the large inviting bed. Laying himself down, he pulled the blanket over his body, closing his eyes in his sudden exhaustion.

Drifting asleep, his last thoughts were of a sable-haired maiden lying atop him as he stroked her arm, running his tongue the length of her neck, feeling her shiver against his touch.

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Sesshomaru sat alone in his bedchamber, watching the stars from a window far above the ground. He watched as the trees of the garden swayed a bit in the breeze. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the moon watched every move, every stir.

He was a prisoner.

Unmoving, the Demon Lord looked at the glass of the window that contained him. Upon waking, he had taken no time in looking about his room. He had known soon enough that he was no longer traveling about, only that he was not where he had been. Looking, he had seen the window, then proceeded to shatter it, only to have it stand firm against all of his attacks and blows. Not even Tensiega had begun to scratch it.

He would not stay here.

He heard the door behind him open, the light from the hall breaking through the darkness. He squelched the impulse to run to the door and knock down anyone in his way. No, he didn't even flinch, just sat regally upon the window seat and waited for the maid to come and leave. He had tried once to escape through the door, had even thrown the maiden out of his way, but there had been a force so strong surrounding the door that it had knocked him unconscious.

Every couple of hours she would come, bringing food or wine, bed sheets and linen for his bed, or just coming in to check on him.

He heard her moving about, placing a silver tray on the table by his bedside. He watched her the whole time, seeing the little body move about. Yes, it was her, the same girl. She had long, dark hair, her bangs covering her eyes from his sight. She was wearing a bright kimono of orange and white, same as the last and the last.

"Am I to leave yet," he asked her in his soft, yet commanding voice. She didn't look, didn't even seem to note his presence. She never spoke to him, always silent and observing him with quiet eyes.

"So, you still refuse to answer me."

Silence rang loudly in the room.

Turning back, he gazed out the window. She would set out his food, change his sheets, then leave. That is what she always did, no change in that.

When he felt a hand touch his, he tensed and whirled about to see her standing next to him. She had never done this before. She stood now, head bent, her hand still resting over his. Usually he hated for anyone to touch him, but for some reason, he allowed her touch.

He had been told differently only hours ago. A soft magical voice had broken his silence, and had told him of a magic potion called the Breuvage Magique de Sex. It had told him of its effect, how he had been on a lust driven rush to claim the wench who traveled with his half-blooded brother.

He had been repulsed, thinking of his inability to control himself. He had looked into a mirror over the hearth in his quarters, and had confirmed the fact that he had violet eyes.

He was a controlled prisoner, and that angered him most.

Now a woman stood in front of him, touching him, and thinking of the spell of not controlling the urge to touch, he pulled back from her. "Get away from me, human."

She did not move. Her hand hovered over the spot where his hand had been.

"Wench, I said move." His voice came out angry and a bit louder.

He watched as her head moved upward, and he was finally able to see her eyes. Dark and seeming to glimmer in the darkness, they were filled with awe and… something…

They sat there, moments gone by, minute into minute. He had nothing to say, neither did she, yet her hand stayed hovering in the air, her eyes watching him.

The door behind them opened on its own, letting the light from the hall in once more, bursting into the darkness which held him. Tensing, she dropped her hand to her side and moved back, letting the hair fall once more into her face. Moving away, she walked across the room and out the door, never once looking back.

Vexed with her strange behavior, Sesshomaru moved to stand and walked over to the bed. Looking down, he saw a little square piece of paper lying in the middle of a pillow, set perfectly. Reaching down, he took it up and opened it, his eyes widening at the one word.

Rin

"Rin," he whispered softly. Lying down, holding the note in his fist, he closed his eyes. Just as he felt himself drifting to sleep, realization hit him.

"Rin!"

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Peaceful. Everything was so peaceful tonight. The stars shone brightly against the sky, the moon shining over everything, spilling light into all uncovered windows.

With elegance, she walked across her chamber floor, towards her sleeping quarters. It had been a long day, separating the girl and the males. Usually she would have had the monk and the demon slayer do her bidding, but she had felt an unexpected restlessness, and had done everything herself.

The miko was not choosing one. No matter what she had been through, still the girl had had doubts. The lady saw, without trouble, who the lady desired and loved. It was so obvious that even a blind beggar man would know who to choose.

Yet still she held back.

Like I should have.

Shaking her head, the mistress opened the door to her bedroom. Swiftly she moved about, removing her day clothes and drawing the drapes closed. After she had finished, she moved to her bed, weary and tired. Her purple coverlets felt warm and inviting, so soft and wonderful against her bared skin…

Closing her eyes, she rolled to her side and tried to sleep.

Within the darkness, bright amber eyes stared through the canopy and at the figure of the woman lying still, her breathing heavy in sleep. With no sound made, the figure moved across the room, seeming to float as it made its way towards her. Reaching out, it brushed a hand down her hair and across her face. She stirred slightly, but still slept.

Feeling bolder, the hand roamed under the coverlet to stroke her pale arm, its warmth seeping into her skin. Still she slept. Moving a little farther, the hand reached down to cup her breast, causing her to instinctively arch into his touch.

Moving his head down, his lips brushed her ear. "Do you still love your king, my queen?" His dark, deep voice rumbled softly from his chest.

She sighed heavily in her sleep, and a smile broke across her face. "Yes."

Holding onto her for a moment more, satisfaction in his eyes, he kissed her cheek lightly and moved to the door.

Even in sleep, she knew her king.

YAY! Done. Oh, if you missed the first little note, Rin is older in this so she's not a child.

Kouga: Wonder where the puppy went?

Sesshy: …

Kouga: Heelllooooo! Are you going to answer me?

Sesshy: …

Kouga: I know you're all high and mighty but I'm royalty too.

Sesshy: (turns farther away)

Kouga: Come on! I'm bored. (twiddling thumbs.) Hey! Wanna thumb wrestle?

Sesshy: …

Kouga: Fine, I'll go find someone else to talk to. (stalks off angrily)

Sesshy: … moron.