She was a warrior, her strength was undeniable.

Her battle prowess had been tested over and over again.

Her body was lithe and dangerous. The gentle curves remained hidden when she was in her traditional wear. Underneath those unassuming clothes that fooled others, he knew that she wore a second skin that allowed her optimal movement. Once she shed that unassuming identity she was nearly as deadly as any demon.

The transformation was immediate, she could do it just as fast as it took him to shed his own skin to allow his true form to emerge from beneath the surface. She was just as dangerous as the race she exterminated. It was hidden well the predator that hid below the surface, if you knew what to look for you could see it.

Eyes were always watching, searching, scanning. Each one of her senses trained to precisely pick out the danger before it struck. He wasn't sure exactly what brought them together but it worked. Maybe it was her warrior's heart, her battle instincts, the silent strength she commanded, It could have been the predator in her spoke to the predator in him. Hell, if he knew all he cared about was at this moment she was covered in the shade of the trees and waiting for him in that second skin with her hair pulled up exposing the column of her neck.

Out of all of the layers of her personality that she shared with the world, loyal friend or sister, protector, His most favorite was how she presented herself to him, now the quiet assassin exterminator of demons. She knew it was his favorite and he knew that deep down this was who she really was to her core no matter what personality she showed the world any other day this was what she was born and raised to be. This was her and with him, she wore it proudly not bothering to put on any other face.

Taking a moment to silently observe his prize he could feel his blood heat in his veins in anticipation of peeling the armor off of her slowly and devouring her slowly. As his eyes regarded her proud stance below him, she slowly rotated on her heels while turning to meet him. Her eyes were an echo of his thoughts as she slowly observed him as he landed just in front of her.

It didn't take long before the lust was replaced by the cold nature of the assassin. "Sesshomaru," came her clipped greeting "You almost killed me."

He had hoped that they would skip this part, he wasn't particularly interested in talking; it had been a while since they had been alone, there were so many other things that they could be doing. He recalled the incident she was referring to; it was not his fault that she had decided to run so carelessly toward the target of his attack. There is no way to stop an attack once it has been released. It didn't matter in the end she was not hit and even if she was he would have just revived her.

She had become his addiction, a vice that he wasn't going to let go of. For now, he was just buying time waiting for her to realize that what she wanted was exactly what he wanted. There was nothing for her in this little village. She would never be satisfied here, becoming complacent in this town. She was not to simply just be a housewife she would and could be more than that.

Humming non committedly leaning in close. "I thought you wanted to keep this… us a secret from your merry band of misfits. Not to mention you also attempted to kill Rin." His breath fanned over her ear and neck as a shiver ran through her body.

"I have apologized for that multiple times." Came her hesitate reply. "I thought we were past this."

"Hn, have we?" He questioned her watching as regret and worry made its way into her scent. "I suppose after all that was what led us to these encounters of ours after all. You did promise yourself to me after all." he feigned thoughtfulness as he watched the fires of lust ignite in her eyes once more.

Stepping closer to her. "Remember Sango, you are mine." His tongue traveled the length of her neck. Her breathing hitched as her nimble fingers reaching frantically for the ties on his armor. When they met it was always a race to see who's clothing would be stripped away first.

"It was one of the best promises that I have made," placing a kiss to his striped cheek. "It has proven to be the most fruitful as the encounters continue." His armor dropped carelessly to the ground stepping over it he walked her back to a tree as he divested her of her own armor.

"Fruitful indeed" he murmured as just before his lips sealed over hers, a hand reaching into the long tail of her hair. His own fingers remove each layer of her armor as he distracts her with the fierceness of his kiss.

She was just as addicted to him as he was to her. When they were together there was no designated winner, in the end, they both lost themselves to the moment, silks impatiently ripped off the remaining ties on his clothes were always cut with the small knife she carried, her suit ended up having tears from his claws as and when they were finished she would always grumble about having to mend it.

Sango's legs wrapped around narrow hips as her suit was ripped open and his hakama's fell to the ground along with the small knife that cut through the remaining ties. It didn't take long before he found his way home. Her moans and other little noises she made just for him egged him on the slow and purposeful roll of his hips became more frantic as they both walked the line of pure bliss.

Just before she reach her point of no return he nibbled on her lobe, slowing his pace before whispering in her ear. "Sango, my warrior, Will you finally leave this village behind and come with me?"

They had been playing this game for months, with each meeting he could tell that the newness of village life was wearing thin. She was edging closer and closer to where he wanted her; he had given her time to figure out what she wanted knowing that eventually, he would have his way. It was a waiting game and Sesshomaru was nothing if not a strategist, and a patient being.

A strangled breathy laugh made its way from her beautiful throat. "You couldn't have waited to ask?" Frustration clear in her brown eyes as she was slowly being brought down from her high as his strokes ebbed to a halt.

His eyes danced with mirth and mischief. "I figured this way you would know that I meant it literally."

"Will you move if I say yes?" She asked

Silver head dipping to latch onto a nipple "Only one way to find out" he muttered around it.

"Y- yessss." She hissed out her hips bucking against him again.

With her answer given his hips rolled to meet her and he took them back to the pentacle of biss allowing them both to fall from with equal moans of satisfaction.

~Fin~

A/N

I mainly post on Archive of our own and Dokuga. So don't expect to see much of me here. I have however loaded some of my NOT AS MATURE rated stuff here just a couple of one-shots You can find me on both Ao3 and Dokuga under the same name also on Tumblr

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