Chapter 6
Kira hid behind the tree in the center of the spring, watching Sesshomaru intently. She didn't trust the man; he was too good at hiding his feelings. She noticed a smile on his face when he turned his back to her, and when he turned back to face her she saw why. He was holding up a bar of soap to show her something crucial she had forgotten when she swam away. There was no way she was going to be able to take a good bath without the soap, and to get the soap she would have to come near him again. She moaned and turned so that her back was against the tree and she was out of his view.
Sesshomaru's sensitive ears picked up the small sound and it sent a shiver down his spine. For a human she really was very attractive, she had a wonderful curve in her hips and full breasts unlike any human he had seen. He shook his head to rid the image of her body from his mind and began to wash himself. He managed to get through his hair and most of his body with his one arm but was having trouble with reaching places on his back when he heard a giggle. He turned to see the woman peeking at him from around the tree with a grin on her face. She reminded him of Rin when she was laughing at some antic of Jaken's.
Being forced to compare himself to Jaken wasn't something he liked at all and the building frustration of this and his failing attempts to wash himself caused him to emit a low rumble from his throat. He expected this to frighten the girl but it only made her sigh. She swam across to him, but never came within reach. He was surprised to see her come back so soon. She stretched out one hand toward him to take the soap. When he didn't give it up she shook her hand like one would with an unruly child. He finally handed it to her and she swam up to his back. She rubbed the bar on her hands, creating a rich lather on them and sat the bar on the stone wall beside her. She then stood perfectly still, waiting for what she didn't know.
"Go ahead." Sesshomaru gave her the permission he knew she awaited.
Kira placed her hands on the demon lord's back and began to rub the soap around. It amazed her how incredibly soft his skin was; it was like touching living silk. She ran her hands over the muscles she had been admiring but ten minutes earlier. His body was so smooth. She realized that she had already washed his entire back and there was no need for her to ouch him any longer, so she pulled her hands away quickly and stepped back away from him. She was shocked when he dove into the water and swam between her legs to come up behind her. By the time she realized what was going on he was breathing down the back of her neck, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist to prevent her escape. She was so startled she forgot to cover herself, and Sesshomaru stared down at her exposed chest. He placed his mouth and nose very close to her neck and began to breathe in her scent. She smelled sweet, like cherry blossoms. He decided to learn all that he could of her with only this one sense. He could smell that she had never been touched by man, something he had already guessed. She was also frightened, she had not been this terrified since he had first met her, and it was something he liked. But beneath that terror was something else, a curiosity.
"You may remain here and bathe on your own, no one will disturb you." Sesshomaru spoke softly into her ear. He could feel her tremble at his voice. "Return to your quarters quickly, there are many men in this household who would love a taste of you."
By the time the words had sunk into her brain he had already left the water, dressed, and left. Kira shivered despite the temperature of the water and rubbed her arms in unease. That was either the most exciting or the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to her.
She remained in the water, trying to get a hold of herself for a few more minutes before she finished washing herself and got out of the water. She found that he had taken both his dirty clothes and hers, and she was left with the white and red silk robe she had been examining before this entire venture in the hot spring had occurred.
She dressed in the robe and felt very vulnerable. It clung to her wet body, and the only thing she could be grateful for was the fact that the red part of it covered everything important. She did as he said and hurried back to her room, resigning to explore the gardens the following day.
Sesshomaru lay in his bed wondering where his new servant had gone. It had been twenty minutes since he had left her stunned in the bathhouse. He had to admit, it was fun messing with her like that, but it had taken an effect on him as well and he decided not to do that again for awhile. Just as he was deciding to go and look for her, he heard a noise in the room next door. She had made it back and was moving around. He heard a loud thud and then what he thought sounded like swearing, though he didn't know the words. Then there was a knock on the adjoining door between the rooms. "Come."
Kira walked through the door and stared at Sesshomaru through her very wet bangs. He was sitting up in his king size bed, leaning against the headboard. There was a book of some sort in his lap. He appeared to be naked beneath the white sheet that covered to his waist. Sesshomaru glanced up at her to see that she was holding the basket of soaps. "Put it over there." He pointed lazily at a dresser and looked back to his book. She did as he said and then looked around the room some more. Sesshomaru looked up and saw that she wasn't just studying the room, but looking for something. She ended her search at him.
He watched as her eyes went from his chest, to his hand. He was holding her iPod. Her eyes slid from the black object up the cord and stopped on the earphones that were resting around his neck.
He smirked, she glowered. "You want this back?" Sesshomaru shook the iPod playfully. "Come and get it." He said it in a mocking tone that said "I dare you" without him needing to pronounce the words. Kira only glared at him, then she surprised him; she marched up to the foot of his bed, and for a moment he thought she just might come for it. But she stopped, extended her arm and performed the same act of indignation against him she had when she ordered for him to give her the bar of soap earlier. Once more he was reminded of Rin. He vaguely wondered if human females ever matured; a fact that was proven to him when he looked at her body. She hadn't changed her clothing when she returned to her room; she was still wearing the wet silk robe he had loaned her, and it showed enough of her figure that she may as well have been nude.
Kira saw the demon eyeing her body and she looked down to see why. She jerked her hand back to cover herself while giving him an embarrassed, but angry look. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow; she was blaming him for her appearance? Then he heard a low rumble come from her throat, she was growling at him now?
"It is not wise to growl at me woman, for I am a much bigger dog than you." Kira smiled. This sudden change startled him, was this woman bipolar or something. Were he a weakling it would have frightened him.
Kira slowly climbed up onto the foot of his bed. She crawled seductively over the silken sheets and right up on top of the demon lord. He watched her actions in fascination, one moment she was as shy as possible and now she was trying to seduce him. She stopped her journey when she sat up in his lap, straddling his legs. He could feel the warmth of her body through the sheet and vaguely remembered she was wearing nothing under the robe. He started to look down her body but her finger hooked his chin and pulled it up. For a moment she simply stared into his eyes, and though he knew she was up to something he couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement. She leaned in to him, her lips parted slightly. Her half lidded eyes held his until he could taste her breath on his lips. He couldn't resist closing his eyes, but her lips never touched his. She was hovering there for a moment, and then she was gone. He opened his eyes in time to see her run through the connecting door, iPod in hand. His one satisfaction was that he got a very nice view of her ass under the fluttering robe as the door closed.
