"Did you need something my lord?" Kagome inquires as she slowly moves away from the edge of the pool.
"You've developed manners I see," Sesshoumaru chides; his timber voice low, barely adubile.
He allows his eyes to devour her as he peers through the tinted water. He doesn't need to see her to know the shape of physique. The slow burning sensation in his hand, pooling to his stomach bares testament.
"I have always had manners my lord," Kagome corrects wispily. "You are just not accustom to them."
Sesshoumaru tongue clicks. 'Is she implying that her manners are superios to my own?' His eyes slant as she reaches the centerof the indoor pool. Seeing her, his nostril begins to flare as realization dawns his senses. 'She's conscious of me.' His inner beast licks the area of its lips in a slow circular motion.
"Let us eat."
Kagome's ear twitch at the remark, uncertain if she heard correctly.
"DId you say something my lord?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Heat floods her body at the closeness of his voice; lifght puff s of air caressing her ear. She swings. Her body in perfect union with her arm turns with rigidity of a striaght blade as her foot step forward. Eyes glint, she aims for his throat. Water splahes and swirls at the sudden clash of movement.
Sesshoumaru slips backward, slightly bending his body out of the reach of her painted nails. Watching her closely, he grabs the wrist of her right hand, flat palmed stopping it inches from his chest. Eyes brilliant, he forcefully yanks the bare woman to his chest.
Time stills as their eyes lock. As much as Kagome wanted to look away - tell herself it was the change from the shards causing her to feel small creeping chills, fluttery swirls in her stomach, and the shortness of breath - she knew otherwise. The growing fire below her waist would not allow her to lie to herself.
"I want you," she gasps out. Her lungs tight and winded.
Sesshoumaru blinks at her. The very words were on his lips. His inner beat purrs in anticipation as he slides his hand down the small of her back, cupping her petitie bottom.
"Open them," he growls.
Hesistant, she looks away as she slowly spaces her legs apart. A small smile forms on his lips as he leand down and muzzles her hair not too far from her ear.
"You won't be the same after this."
Kagome turns her head towards him at his words just as he slowly plunges his fingers into the core of her body. Her voice hitches in her throat, her body coils and loosesn as he aims and rubs her from within. Variant pitches of gasps and pants escape Kagome. Her body begins to twitch and jerk as she arches towards the man assaulting her.
Neck exposed, Sesshoumaru takes liberty in tasting her. Salt mixed with water, he sucks and nips the line of her neck down to her collar bone.
"Oh please," she begs in a rush.
He gives her no reply nor slows down his conquest. Feeling her inner msucles throb, he uses his thumb to lightly tease the heart of her passion. Like a shaken bottle filled with compressed liquid, she falls into the throws of pleasure. Her body shakes and trembles as the last of the powerful tremors ebb from her.
Sesshoumaru watches with male satisfaction as the frail, increasingly powerful woman collapses against his chest; short breaths flowing from between her lips.
Eyes shining, he guides her gently to the edge of the large bath. Confuses begins to settle at the feel of being push towards the pool's edge. Light and heady, Kagome slowly looks around, her eyes unfocused.
"Are we leaving?" She asks; her words slow.
A deep chuckles echoes in the large room. Kagome peers up at the magnificent lord's body as he laughs at her. Feeling her grow warmer, she looks away, mouth thin and flat.
"Kagome."
Slowly, she peeks up. Her breath catches from the warmth radiating from his smile. Feeling her body warm, her eyes dart to the left as he muzzles her face – her hair, before nipping her ear.
"This is only the beginning."
Shippou prowls and paces the floor. His face contorted with emotions as his thoughts consume him.
'What's taking her so long?' Shippou wonders. He peeks down the corridor leading to the baths.
"What are you doing?"
Body rigid, his fur stands up at the sudden question. Glancing over his shoulder, he releases his breath.
"I was," he begins; his voice breathy. "I was debating if I should check on my mom."
Rin watches as Shippou smooths down his fur. His rapid glances cause her to giggle in delight.
"Why don't we check on her?" Rin suggests.
Without delay, she grasps Shippou's hand and proceeds to drag him towards the bathhouse. As easy as he could have stopped her, he allows her to lead him down the hall. 'I'm just going to make sure she's still okay.' He argues with himself. He wasn't afraid he would find her passed out or even worse… Ripples cascade down Shippou's body at the grim aspect. Shaking his head, he focuses as they finally reach the door.
"We're here!" Rin chimes.
Air pulls into Shippou's lung and flushes out as he reaches to grab the door. Rin watches with curious anticipation when Shippou's ear sudden straightens, shooting upward.
"What's wrong?" She asks while leaning forward.
Her eyes widens at the stark white complexion of his face. She reaches for his stilled hand. Sweat slides against her fingers.
"Shippou," Rin calls, her throat tightening. "What is wrong?"
Her body moves to step in front of him when he abruptly turns away from the door and storms down the hall. Confused by the reaction of his behavior, Rin looks to the door. Looking around, she eases towards the door, placing both hands flat against it – shortly joined by her left ear.
Nothing.
The small tinge of irritation slowly travels up her spine as the burrow of her brows deeper. 'Just wwhat made him upset,' she fumes inwardly. Determine, she reaches for the door.
"Rin!"
She pauses, her outstretch hand slowly retreating back to her side. Turning her body to a three fourth turn, she spots Shippou at the crux of the next corridor. His hands balled tight into fists.
"Yes?" She answers.
"We have to help make dinner."
Rin slowly glances back at the closed cedar door. Her desire to sedate her curiosity grows stronger with each passing moment. 'I could take a quick look,' she reasons. Her hand ascending, it inches closer to the door. 'A very quick peek.'
"Rin!"
The call is now more of a demand. Sighing, Rin turns on her heels and trots towards Shippou.
"I was coming, you know," she reassures him.
He nods, his hand extended towards her. Blush decorates her cheeks as she grasps his hand; both walking to the kitchen in silence.
Sounds fill the air. Raw sounds without cohesion or collaboration. It is these sounds that dominate Kagome's hearing. The sound of sweat hitting the stone pavement as skin contacts against skin. 'How long has it been?' Kagome wills herself to think. 'Was the sun still out?' She opens her eyes that voluntarily closed when pain struck her shoulder. Sesshoumaru called it a love bite, but her instinct told her otherwise.
He had taking her many times; only allowing her minutes of rest before exploring her in a new way from a new angle.
"Please," Kagome begs.
His response is a low growl against her back. His arm around her lower waist tightens in protest.
"I'll break," she whimpers.
Kagome clasps her eyes tight as the feeling of discomfort begins to bloom through her body. Dragging his hand up and down her bottom, he releases her after two strong thrusts.
Her body slouches to the floor. Her face relaxes as she breathes deeply. 'Everything aches,' she complains. The fogginess of her brain growing thicker as fatigue overtakes her senses. 'He could have been gentler.'
Sesshoumaru peers down at the sleeping woman. His inner beast yawns. Looking towards the door, he debates leaving her. She was only present to please him after all. A sharp mental bark causes him to roll his eyes as he stands before the beast.
"The deal was to taker her and be down with her," he grates. "We've done her -…"
The beast roars in Sesshoumaru's face, interrupting his rant. Teeth bared its crimson eyes narrow into slits. Feeling the muscles in his jaw and brow twitch, Sesshoumaru takes a slow breath. His beast has never been this irate since the death of his mother. Eyes hard and cold, he pins the beast down with a stare.
"Fine! But if we keep her, it will be on my terms – you degenerate sex fiend."
The beast chuffs, his eyes squint and brows raise. Rubbing his temple, Sesshoumaru opens his eyes and gazes down at Kagome.
"What a pain," he mutters.
He leans down and carefully picks the sleeping beauty from the ground. Exiting the bath house, a slow grin stretches across his mouth.
Inuyasha had traveled for three weeks before managing to reach his brother's border. Fighting low level demons, evading raging beasts and helping the occasional random soul had proven to be more tasking then he first thought.
The only good thing that came out of his side travels were the occasional rumor of a long hair beauty in a rainbow-like kimono accompanying the western lord. It had even been relayed to him that the two had a few small skirmishes over some jewels with the antagonizing individual name Naraku.
"Damn it," Inuyasha gruffs. "At this rate, I may never catch up to them."
Exhausted, he flops down on a high perch, overlooking the parameter of the forest. He scans the large horizon accompanying his brother's fortress. 'A luxurious backdrop,' he thinks scoffing. His left eye involuntarily twitches as memories of his youth flood his mind. Clicking his tongue, he huffs noisily when a faint echo of a female voice reaches his ear.
"Hm?"
Inuyasha's ears shoot up as he leans forward in the direction of the sound. Moments pass. Silence. Relaxing slowly, his body tenses at as a more definite sound of laughter reaches his ear. 'Could it be?' He wonders. His eyes look towards the grand fortress before refocusing back on the lush forest beneath him. 'I am only about fifteen kilometer from that bastard's home.' His face scrunches up at the thought of his brother.
The laughter grows louder accompany by what sounds like an older woman's voice. Nodding, he leaps down – one branch at a time until he reaches a perch not too far from a watering hole. One hand around the trunk of the tree, he searches.
A small girl with a side pony tail runs by. 'Who is that?' He crunches low, his eyes focusing on the clearing near the lake.
"Wait Rin!"
A slow grin spreads across Inuyasha's face upon seeing the familiar auburn fur ball.
"Heh, found ya!"
He leaps without pause towards the lake. He aims for the fox when a flicker of silver catches his peripheral. Using his momentum, he turns his body, centimeters from escaping the slightly curve blade. Using his claws to brace his fall, he flips pulling out Tesaiga as he lands.
"I-Inuyasha?"
"Yeah, what of it!?" He shouts.
He watches the beautiful woman tilt her head to the side; her eyes slowly photographing his body. Clearing his throat, he shifts to the side.
"Don't you know me?" She asks. Her voice smooth as silk.
Inuyasha cocks one brow up as he looks the woman over more closely.
"Nah, never seen ya before."
"I see…"
The woman's eyes drop to her feet, her shoulders slightly slumps. 'Have I met her before?' Inuyasha begins to wonder. As far as he knew, he hadn't encounter a woman of her stature. Lost in thought, Inuyasha plops on the ground, raking his memory of possible people who may match the description of the woman in front of him.
"Mama," Shippous calls as he runs into her awaiting arms.
"Mama?" Inuyasha repeats.
His eyes widen.
"Kagome!?"
Kagome looks up from Shippou, her face stoic – her eyes wide and inquisitive.
"Yes?"
"There's no way…" he says breathily.