*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...
