*no one 'cept Émigré. =^.^= okies?

¡Warning! Lemon up ahead- those who don't like just read the first and last paragraph,
or something of that sort, okies?

Keep On Dancing

She stared at the hanyou in the corner, watching him through tired eyes. What possessed him to wander her path? Émigré sat up, pulling his robe close tightly and messed with her disheveled hair. She must be a sight, face caked with mud... 'Yuck, now what kind of example is that to be setting?' She could imagine Maru chiding her seductively and tugging at her clothes...

Oh, Maru...

Émigré stood slowly and surveyed her surroundings, her eyes swallowing the beautiful landscape and taking it in slowly. There, she pointed out to herself, there is a spring not to far from here. She softly padded her way to the spring, careful not to wake Inu Yasha. She carefully folded Inu Yasha's red robe and the remnants of her tattered clothing and placed them on a nearby branch. The water's crispness nipped at her skin and she oohhed and aahhed in delight. It had been a while, she was afraid to admit, since she had a bath. The refreshing cool of the water lifted her spirits instantly and she hummed a song to herself. Suddenly, she thought of him, of Maru...

She had known he would head out this way, that he would go to their special place. He was fiercely proud and fiercely territorial... if Émigré had known that, would she have teased him in such a manner? Tears were blinding her now and she was stumbling in the eve of twilight. 'Maru- please, Maru! Where are you? Please come back to me...' Émigré fell once more... and he caught her, entangling himself with her body. He carried her, roughly tossing her to the ground and biting the tender skin of her nape. 'Please, ouch- that hurts... Maru, please... I'm sorry, it hurts, don't do that...' He ignored her pleas and bit harder, drawing blood. He muzzled her throat and began to explore the rest of her, undressing her slowly as she closed her eyes. 'Why?'

He paused above her, his bare body gleaming like perfect white marble against her own skin. She saw the red in his eyes replaced with two twin tears that ran down the sides of his face, down the scars and down the perfectly sculpted face. 'I love you, Émigré...' With that, he entered in forcefully, knowing that he was the only one she had ever known like this. She cried, moved with him when his hips demanded, and soon gave into the ecstasy that devoured her. He held her tightly, crying as he kissed the top of her head. 'I- I am sorry...'

"I forgave him, why hasn't he forgiven himself..?" She heard rustling of leaves then someone fall on the ground. Looking up, she saw Inu Yasha flat on his face, the clothes previously on the limb now draped over Inu Yasha's head and back. "I caught a pervert!"

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself! All I saw was red, then you happened to have your back turned, having all sorts of conversations with yourself. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" Émigré threw a rock at him and he yelped then growled. "Okay, okay, one quick question and you can have your peace- what were you babbling about last night?"

"Maybe later, I'll be able to explain... please, let me bathe in peace now..." Inu Yasha shrugged and walked away. Émigré watched him strut and instantly her mind was filled with Maru...

That type of silver hair must belong only to angels...