12:08 PM
The water did its job. Healing her aching body and relaxing all her sore muscles even more. Even Sesshoumaru seemed to be enjoying himself. He was currently propped up against a rather large boulder, sitting on a ledge beneath the water. He had pulled out a bar of soap from a well hidden basket of toiletries. It seemed this was also a place he frequented often with his little pack. She smiled at the thought of him bringing her somewhere so special again. This time he was in full control of himself too, no pesky blood moon to blame.
He had already scrubbed himself clean, using the same soap to wash out his hair. She had stared at him until he caught her, she had then proceeded to dive under the water and emerge a few feet further, facing away from him.
"Sesshoumaru." She said.
"Hn." He replied, keeping his eyes closed.
"May I borrow that soap?" She asked, her hands were starting to get pruny and she could feel a slight lightheadedness about to start.
He opened his eyes to grab the soap and toss it to her, but thought better about it. He smiled at her and nodded his head towards where the soap lay instead, a mere inches from his hands. "You may." He agreed.
"Thank you." She made her way towards the soap, thankful to have something to clean her hair with.
As soon as she got close enough to him though, he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto him. She sat on his lap, and her arms instinctively rose to cover her chest. "Sesshoumaru!" She chided at him.
"Yes?" He asked, his voice serious.
"Let me go." She responded in kind.
"I thought you wanted to borrow the soap?" He asked, lacing his voice with innocence.
"How does this relate to borrowing the soap?" She challenged, her eyes moving from the soap to their current position.
"Ah, you see," He began as he grabbed the soap with one hand, keeping her from leaving with his other. "If you wish to borrow the soap, I have to be the one to lather you up." He finished with a matter of fact tone.
She wanted to be mad at him. He was simply too incorrigible. But the light that danced in the depths of his eyes kept her from being even slightly irate at him.
"Honestly." She sighed. "You are spoiled rotten you know?"
His hands took to rubbing the soap on her back and she leaned into his chest, letting him do as he pleased.
"How so?" He inquired.
"You get everything you want." She replied. "I wonder if your mother was ever capable of saying 'no' to you."
"She tried." His hands moved up to lather the soap into her hair. "But she raised me to be who I am today."
She was barely listening to him, the magic of his hands washing out her hair had her almost falling asleep.
He looked down at the little human who had managed to change his life so completely in such a short amount of time; and he thought about what she said. 'If only.' He thought bitterly. 'What I want now is unobtainable, even as it sits on my lap.' His hands moving aptly through her hair, taking care of every knot.
"It's not true you know." he voiced out softly.
"Hm?" She replied. Her eyes opened up to look at him.
"I don't always get what I want." He continued.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? What do you want?" She asked, honestly curious about what had ever been denied to this man...demon.
"You." He admitted whole heartedly.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"I'm yours." She whispered, rising up to kiss him.