*no one 'cept Émigré. =^.^= okies?

Keep On Dancing

Sesshomaru lay still on his side, his heart leaping wildly in his chest. 'Something is wrong, I can feel it...' He shifted to his back and stared up into the starry skies. 'Can you remember- will you remember?' His conscience asked him meekly. "I don't know... if I want to..." He closed his eyes and let his mind wander with the wind that blew gently with the nightsky.

Laughter, pain, more laughter... more pain... plenty of sorrow. Sesshomaru remembered when she first lay by his side, her head against his chest. She was reciting scripture of some sort, lulling him into a sweet surrender as the moonlight shone down on them. ' "...And the roof of thy mouth is like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak..." ' Émigré leaned over him and kissed him, drawing her hand against the side of his waist. ' "His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely..." '

'There is nothing more sweeter than this...' She laughed as his eyes widened in wonder at her vigor and good humor. She kissed him again and he rolled her onto her back.

His stomach tightened at the thought of her scent, the remembrance of Émigré lying underneath him for his taking... 'Why?' is what she cried when he took her by force then hastily covered her up and left her at the village. 'Please, don't leave me Maru, please!' Her pleading for him to be gentle and the hunger that overtook him as he seized her in the forest. She cried as he took her, moving feverishly. Frenzied hands and unbridled fervour...

'Maru...'

In anger, his passion lay. Sesshomaru sat up, his eyes still closed- lost in a memory that grew stronger and stronger each day with each passing breath. He could feel her arms wrapped around his waist, feel the warmth of her breasts pressing into his back, and hear the utter calm of her voice as she wooed him from her heart. His wife loved him regardless of his past. His wife loved him despite what he did to her. His wife loved him... REALLY loved him...

How many can I actually say that I love..?

I can't, not really, not truly. I can't... except Émigré.

To the faint aurora approaching, Sesshomaru stood and nodded. She loved the dawn. One day, we will share one more sunrise... Sooner, than later...