Taste

Without thinking about it, she reached out and traced the lines on his collar bones, the ones she knew wrapped down around his arm to his wrist. Moving her fingers along the soft, warm skin, she kept her hand moving until his shirt slipped off his shoulder. She remembered those arms with crystal clarity, as they held her down in silk sheets and made her body tingle with pain and pleasure.

Sesshoumaru watched her, her fingers leaving trails of heat across his skin, especially as she traced the markings. Her eyes were dazed and if she had known about the blush on her cheeks, he was sure she would have glared at him. He didn't know why he was letting her touch him, but he remembered, as he was sure she was remembering now, how she showed the same absorbed curiosity about his markings the night they had conceived.

He remembered that night, how luminous her eyes had been, filled with pleasure as they moved together. The woman from that night and the woman before him seemed like two completely different people and he wondered just how much of the former had been liquid courage. Her fingers moved along his neck and up to his jaw and he was so caught in her eyes, he didn't stop to think as he grabbed her hand, every thought gone from his mind as he focused entirely on her.

Carefully, he tugged her closer until she was standing between his legs and had to reach out her other hand for his shoulder to steady herself. Her eyes widened as she turned her attention from his markings to his eyes. She was on the verge of apologizing and pulling away, but his hand tightened around her own, holding her still.

Smirking, enjoying the way she moved with him so easily, he brought her wrist to his nose and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of mint and chocolate and the slightest hint of lemon. It was a trace he knew came from his own blood and would run through the pups. Pulling her hand down just a hair, he pressed his lips against her silky soft skin at the pulse point and darted his tongue out to taste her.

The quick, delicate feel of his mouth and tongue against her wrist brought Kagome out of her dazed absorption and she stared at the Daiyoukai in flustered surprise. "I…um….all done!" she squeaked and tugged her hand free. "Towels are under the sink!" With that, she fled with eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

Amused, bemused, Sesshoumaru watched her go and couldn't for the life of him understand what had driven him to taste her.

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