Author's Note: I'm so very sorry it took me so long to get this posted, a lot of my chapters for this story got lost when i took it off the family computer and put it on my laptop. So I'm having to re-write several of the chapters. Also, I know that in the show/manga Sesshomaru only has one arm, but in the story he has two, it's just easier to write it that way. I can't remember if he'd only had one earlier in the story, but from here on out, he has two. I hope you enjoy it!
Sora watched as his clawed hand reached past her and scooped up some of the lavender scented soap. The steam from the onsen obscured Sesshomaru a little as he moved, showing only vague flashes of pale skin. Even in the heat of the water, Sora shivered when his hand touched her shoulder.
His hands slid through her hair, tugging gently at the combs that held it in place, loosening it and allowing it to fall over her bared shoulders and into the water where it swirled lazily. He pulled his soaped hands through the strands, his fingers forming a comb that slid through the snarls and tangles. Even through the heat of the onsen, she could feel the demon's body heat behind her.
When his bare skin touched hers, she felt the blood rush to warm her cheeks and prayed to all the gods that Sesshomaru wouldn't see it. And then his arms, as slicked with soap as hers were, slid around her, pulling her against him. She tried not to stiffen, but it was useless. She was unused to being held, especially in such an embrace as this. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her neck, he was sniffing her!
And then he ducked under the water, taking both of them down below and into the heat. The warmth swirled around them, touching them everywhere. It slid invitingly into every nook and cranny of their skin. When they surface, Sora was gasping for breath and she heard Sesshomaru chuckle. She saw the soap suds sliding away from them and closed her eyes, feeling strangely dizzy.
And then Sesshomaru's arms were gone, leaving her strangely feeling their absence. She turned to watch as he pulled himself from the pool, his silvery hair shielding him from her eyes. He wrapped a plain cloth kimono loosely around himself and held his hand out to her. Unthinkingly, she grasped his hand and then gasped softly when he easily pulled her out of the onsen.
She covered herself as well as she could with her hair and her hands, not seeing how his eyes roamed her body appreciatively. She looked around for a kimono, but there wasn't one. And her clothes had disappeared as well. And then she looked down in surprise when Sesshomaru took one of her hands away from where she was using it to cover herself. He pulled her to him, using the other arm to wrap around her and pull her even closer. He wrapped the hand he grasped around his neck and half-lifted her in order to bring her lips to his.
Without a thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back with feeling. She didn't see his eyes open once in surprise and then close again. He pulled his face back for a moment and watched as she opened her eyes, a mixture of desire and confusion there.
Still holding her, carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all, he walked from the private pool and into his chambers. A small fire was glowing in the firepit in the center of the room, giving off just enough light to see by. He lowered her carefully onto the padded mat on the platform bed and then slid into the bed beside her. Suddenly afraid, she slid to the very edge of the bed, pressing herself against the wall.
He grimaced and she suddenly became afraid that he would become angry with her. "You promised not to defy me again. In anything," he leaned over and whispered in her ear. His words sent a shock through her. He would use her own vow against her?