Moth noted that he was still there in the morning, still with his arms wrapped around her, eyes closed against the sun.
She had known him too long to not be surprised that in his sleep he seemed almost peaceful, untouched by the world around him, innocent despite the foul deeds he had committed, and the most handsome thing she had ever seen.
Biting her lip, Moth raised a trembling hand and softly stroked the hair away from his brow.
She did not notice the smile on his face widen, and until too late she did not notice the quick moving hand that caught her wrist and the wicked mouth that planted a soft kiss upon her palm.
She squeaked, and he simply wrapped his other arm around her, causing her to fall into him once again.
He smiled to himself at her innocence, burying his face into her hair and sniffing the sweet scent that somehow reminded him of both lavender and jasmine tea.
It was a simple plan, but it seemed to work...
He wooed her with silence, he wooed her with patience, he wooed her with the same kind of tender love she had so longed for as a child.
Yet she had never expected it to come from the villain, the shadow, the one she was supposed to defeat...
No, those traits were supposed to belong to the hero, and he and the heroine would live happily ever after.
Inuyasha was a bit of a disappointment in that way.
She had to admit to herself, she did not love him anymore...
Her affections were placed more dangerously.
Far, FAR, more dangerously.
Her affections were placed upon the villain, and with them he flourished, growing under the nourishment of her helpless adoration and drawing his strength from her agonized glances.
She was his good luck charm.
Though slightly affronted, with feathers ruffled, Moth could not help but smile softly as he held her close again.
He knew how to play this game very well, she had decided...
Yet part of her prayed that it wasn't just a game.
He softly lowered his head to her neck once again and continued his tender ministrations.
Moth's eyes fluttered shut and her breath became more relaxed as she allowed him to softly kiss her neck, in a manner far too innocent to simply be innocent.
He was Spider, after all.
He gently put her down and stood, and Moth did not bother to stifle her cry of disappointment.
She silently reached out a hand, falling to her knees on the stone floor.
Spider quietly turned, his eyes glittering dangerously.
He held out a hand, and uttered a single word that was a command yet wasn't, a word that simply encompassed all of her desires.
"Come."
Mute and pale, she stood, and tremblingly placed her hand in his.
Spider's smile was the only thing that gave away his triumphant joy, and Moth did not mind the powerful excitement within his eyes.
She smiled gently in return and clung silently to his shirt, burying her face into his chest and promising herself she would never let go.
Spider gently lifted her into his arms as one would a small child and quietly carried her out of the dungeon, a slight smile on his face.
'She is mine...' he decided softly, entering the upper level of his home.
And he would never let her go.