Inu Yasha no Yume
Chapter 17 - Heart
For some reason she couldn't imagine him doing something as ordinary as bathing. It was almost as though it was beneath him: he just always stayed clean. The biggest surprise was the occasional splash she would hear; that too seemed somehow below him.
Caution and risk of embarrassment extinguished her curiosity as to if it really was him. She sighed; everyone bathes...well, almost everyone.
She wondered how well the phantom arm was working for him. It wasn't of much use for fighting, so she pondered how useful it actually was for him.
Her thoughts drifted farther to his eyes. Golden eyes of a fierce nature, yet somehow smiled at her. She smiled wistfully; the smile he gave her that reflected in his eyes warmed her.
Since Naraku had laid his hands on her she could always feel them, cold, painful, evil. Sesshoumaru's smile seemed to drive it all back, to a far away that could not be escaped from. She'd do anything for that smile...
"Is something amusing?" Yume was startled out of her reverie to see Sesshoumaru standing before her in nothing but his hakama. traditional Japanese pants...sorta
She blushed madly. "N-nothing! I was just thinking!"
He seemed to accept this. "I see..."
She hopped to her feet and stretched her arms, ignoring his scrutiny. She strode off towards the rock face above the hot pool. What was she thinking?! About his smile, her inner-voice chimed. I don't need to be thinking about his smile and what I'd do to see it!
Suddenly the ground came up to meet her and her knees smacked against the rocky terrain. "Ittai!" She whimpered as she rolled onto her thighs to rub the stinging ache.
*Ittai- Ouch!*
Angry tears sprung to her eyes, and she didn't want to hold them back. "Why?" She growled at her injured and innocent knees. "What does he want from me?! I'm not anything special!" Sobs escaped her throat as she let herself cry. Abruptly she stopped herself.
"Did you want something?" She asked Sesshoumaru; barely managing to keep her voice even.
"You seemed," He hesitated, "disconcerted."
"What would I have to be disconcerted about?" She kept her eyes on her knees.
"Perhaps me?" He asked as he walked up next to her. "Or maybe that kiss," He sounded thoughtful.
"Quite the narcissist, aren't you?" He looked at her with a smile.
"It's been on my mind, as well, but that's not why you're crying," His smiled faded, replaced by seriousness, "Nor is it your bruised knees," He knelt beside her and began to push her dress aside from her knees.
Yume gasped and jumped back onto her feet, stumbling as she did. She forced herself to stay standing against her knees' will. Deadly conviction played a horrifying look on her face. Sesshoumaru stayed on his knees, watching the panic rule her.
"I-I'm f-fine," She stammered. "Go away!"
He stood. "I would if I could, Seer, but you seem to have me stuck here."
"You're free to go, I have no power over you," She insisted.
"I would beg to differ," He sauntered towards her. "You seem edgy,"
"I AM edgy. Please, go away?" She begged.
He stood before her, unmoving. She forced herself to walk and did so right on past him. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done; she didn't even want to. A hand on her shoulder pulled her back around, but she went willingly. Golden eyes stopped her breath and held her in that moment.
"Bruised knees aside..." He whispered so close it felt like he was in her mouth.
Sweetness brought her to the realization that he was in her mouth. His tongue and lips mingled with hers and she had to fight to get herself to end it. It did, and the only thing keeping her from falling was his comforting embrace. She kept her eyes down as she shivered in his arms.
"I'm sorry," He whispered. "I know I shouldn't have, but at the same time I felt I had to," He touched a claw to her chin and pulled her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Who raped you?"
She choked on her shame, but was unable to break eye contact. "What do you mea..." She didn't get to finish before he kissed her forehead. "Yume," He drove her name into her, melting her. "Who hurt you?" She had to use the last of her strength and voice to answer. "Naraku..." His pupils contracted with anger and his eyes seemed to flare red. "That bastard..." He growled. His grip tightened and Yume yelped (distantly amazed she could). Her cry brought him back and his eyes focused again. Apologetically, he loosened his hold on her and she toppled to the ground. With a gasp he followed and barely managed to avoid her knees smashing on the rocks again.
Yume rested her head on his chest; her hands shook as she fiddled with her obi. Sesshoumaru kept an arm around her shoulders while letting his lips brush her hair.
"What can I do for you, Yume?" His voice was sincere.
She reached across her lap, then his, and lightly touched his left hand where it rested on the matching knee. Only good for a gentle touch... the words rang clearly in her mind and she snatched her hand back to her own lap.
"Nothing," She whispered. "There's nothing that can be done. You know Naraku?"
"We've...met," He growled. "When did this happen?"
"A few weeks ago," She clenched her fists.
"To get you with child, I imagine," He sounded nervous.
Yume choked; shamed to tears. She began to sob when a familiar hand clasped both of hers in his. She looked up into his solemn amber eyes, beautiful and distantly cruel. She managed a weak smile.
"But I'm not," She felt his hand clench hers.
Using his right hand, he forced her chin up, searching her eyes. "How?"
"Umiko-sama, the Goddess of the lake," She paused. "She took my offering and gave me my life."
"What did you offer her?" Yume chuckled and looked down; Sesshoumaru replaced his hand around her shoulders. "The very thing she gave me. I wanted whatever was inside me to die; and in order to take its life I would take mine, too." "You tried to kill yourself?" He pulled her closer. "Yes," She cringed.
He didn't reply, she guessed he already knew why. He was watching the moon. Contemplating my idiocy, Yume assumed. I am an idiot...
A small voice broke the two out of their similar reveries. "Why are you here? Why don't you leave?"
Sesshoumaru looked back at her and Yume was shocked to find it was she who had spoken. She pushed herself up and away so she could see him better as she waited for a reply.
"Naraku," Yume shuddered at the mention of his name, "and I are not so different," Sesshoumaru looked away from Yume's incredulous expression. "That he and I would both seek to possess you; claim you as our own."
She shivered. "Wha...???"
"I want you, Seer; Yume. You haunt me. I can feel you inside of me," He gripped his left arm for a moment. "And I want to be inside you."
Yume blushed crimson, but stayed kneeling in front of him. Awkward silence settled on the Youkai. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as he heard Yume stand. He had crossed the line. Long moments passed before she left.
There was a shuffle of clothing. "Not everyone gets what they wish for." His eyes snapped open, prepared to watch her go, but instead a green garment was flopped in front of him.
She whispered in his ear. "How lucky are you that you haunt me, as well. Wish granted," Her warm tongue caressed his ear. Following his jaw line with wet kissed she found his mouth and indulged herself.
She was amazed at how aware she was of every place their bodies touched; lips, arms, bellies, breasts, and especially her sex. She sat straddling his thighs and his strong arms engulfed her and drew her to him, nearly squeezing the life from her. She could feel every pad of his palms as he sought the best place to hold her. One hand finally rested on her bottom and the other on her breast.
*The author is blushing, but is not gutsy enough to put all of her little fantasy onto paper; otherwise this would be a lot more detailed.... ^_^*
He wasn't wearing his armor so it wasn't difficult to get the rest of his clothes off. These made a soft spot in the rocky terrain. Sesshoumaru pressed her down into the pile while attempting what he thought was a gentle bite on her neck, much to his surprise when she yelped.
"I'm sorry..." He pulled away.
Yume cupped her hand on his cheek. "I'm not a sword, Sesshoumaru, you must be gentle with me."
"Teach me," He breathed.
"Is that an order, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Please teach me, Yume?"
She pressed hard against him, feeling him meld into her. "Of course."
Chapter 17 - Heart
For some reason she couldn't imagine him doing something as ordinary as bathing. It was almost as though it was beneath him: he just always stayed clean. The biggest surprise was the occasional splash she would hear; that too seemed somehow below him.
Caution and risk of embarrassment extinguished her curiosity as to if it really was him. She sighed; everyone bathes...well, almost everyone.
She wondered how well the phantom arm was working for him. It wasn't of much use for fighting, so she pondered how useful it actually was for him.
Her thoughts drifted farther to his eyes. Golden eyes of a fierce nature, yet somehow smiled at her. She smiled wistfully; the smile he gave her that reflected in his eyes warmed her.
Since Naraku had laid his hands on her she could always feel them, cold, painful, evil. Sesshoumaru's smile seemed to drive it all back, to a far away that could not be escaped from. She'd do anything for that smile...
"Is something amusing?" Yume was startled out of her reverie to see Sesshoumaru standing before her in nothing but his hakama. traditional Japanese pants...sorta
She blushed madly. "N-nothing! I was just thinking!"
He seemed to accept this. "I see..."
She hopped to her feet and stretched her arms, ignoring his scrutiny. She strode off towards the rock face above the hot pool. What was she thinking?! About his smile, her inner-voice chimed. I don't need to be thinking about his smile and what I'd do to see it!
Suddenly the ground came up to meet her and her knees smacked against the rocky terrain. "Ittai!" She whimpered as she rolled onto her thighs to rub the stinging ache.
*Ittai- Ouch!*
Angry tears sprung to her eyes, and she didn't want to hold them back. "Why?" She growled at her injured and innocent knees. "What does he want from me?! I'm not anything special!" Sobs escaped her throat as she let herself cry. Abruptly she stopped herself.
"Did you want something?" She asked Sesshoumaru; barely managing to keep her voice even.
"You seemed," He hesitated, "disconcerted."
"What would I have to be disconcerted about?" She kept her eyes on her knees.
"Perhaps me?" He asked as he walked up next to her. "Or maybe that kiss," He sounded thoughtful.
"Quite the narcissist, aren't you?" He looked at her with a smile.
"It's been on my mind, as well, but that's not why you're crying," His smiled faded, replaced by seriousness, "Nor is it your bruised knees," He knelt beside her and began to push her dress aside from her knees.
Yume gasped and jumped back onto her feet, stumbling as she did. She forced herself to stay standing against her knees' will. Deadly conviction played a horrifying look on her face. Sesshoumaru stayed on his knees, watching the panic rule her.
"I-I'm f-fine," She stammered. "Go away!"
He stood. "I would if I could, Seer, but you seem to have me stuck here."
"You're free to go, I have no power over you," She insisted.
"I would beg to differ," He sauntered towards her. "You seem edgy,"
"I AM edgy. Please, go away?" She begged.
He stood before her, unmoving. She forced herself to walk and did so right on past him. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done; she didn't even want to. A hand on her shoulder pulled her back around, but she went willingly. Golden eyes stopped her breath and held her in that moment.
"Bruised knees aside..." He whispered so close it felt like he was in her mouth.
Sweetness brought her to the realization that he was in her mouth. His tongue and lips mingled with hers and she had to fight to get herself to end it. It did, and the only thing keeping her from falling was his comforting embrace. She kept her eyes down as she shivered in his arms.
"I'm sorry," He whispered. "I know I shouldn't have, but at the same time I felt I had to," He touched a claw to her chin and pulled her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Who raped you?"
She choked on her shame, but was unable to break eye contact. "What do you mea..." She didn't get to finish before he kissed her forehead. "Yume," He drove her name into her, melting her. "Who hurt you?" She had to use the last of her strength and voice to answer. "Naraku..." His pupils contracted with anger and his eyes seemed to flare red. "That bastard..." He growled. His grip tightened and Yume yelped (distantly amazed she could). Her cry brought him back and his eyes focused again. Apologetically, he loosened his hold on her and she toppled to the ground. With a gasp he followed and barely managed to avoid her knees smashing on the rocks again.
Yume rested her head on his chest; her hands shook as she fiddled with her obi. Sesshoumaru kept an arm around her shoulders while letting his lips brush her hair.
"What can I do for you, Yume?" His voice was sincere.
She reached across her lap, then his, and lightly touched his left hand where it rested on the matching knee. Only good for a gentle touch... the words rang clearly in her mind and she snatched her hand back to her own lap.
"Nothing," She whispered. "There's nothing that can be done. You know Naraku?"
"We've...met," He growled. "When did this happen?"
"A few weeks ago," She clenched her fists.
"To get you with child, I imagine," He sounded nervous.
Yume choked; shamed to tears. She began to sob when a familiar hand clasped both of hers in his. She looked up into his solemn amber eyes, beautiful and distantly cruel. She managed a weak smile.
"But I'm not," She felt his hand clench hers.
Using his right hand, he forced her chin up, searching her eyes. "How?"
"Umiko-sama, the Goddess of the lake," She paused. "She took my offering and gave me my life."
"What did you offer her?" Yume chuckled and looked down; Sesshoumaru replaced his hand around her shoulders. "The very thing she gave me. I wanted whatever was inside me to die; and in order to take its life I would take mine, too." "You tried to kill yourself?" He pulled her closer. "Yes," She cringed.
He didn't reply, she guessed he already knew why. He was watching the moon. Contemplating my idiocy, Yume assumed. I am an idiot...
A small voice broke the two out of their similar reveries. "Why are you here? Why don't you leave?"
Sesshoumaru looked back at her and Yume was shocked to find it was she who had spoken. She pushed herself up and away so she could see him better as she waited for a reply.
"Naraku," Yume shuddered at the mention of his name, "and I are not so different," Sesshoumaru looked away from Yume's incredulous expression. "That he and I would both seek to possess you; claim you as our own."
She shivered. "Wha...???"
"I want you, Seer; Yume. You haunt me. I can feel you inside of me," He gripped his left arm for a moment. "And I want to be inside you."
Yume blushed crimson, but stayed kneeling in front of him. Awkward silence settled on the Youkai. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as he heard Yume stand. He had crossed the line. Long moments passed before she left.
There was a shuffle of clothing. "Not everyone gets what they wish for." His eyes snapped open, prepared to watch her go, but instead a green garment was flopped in front of him.
She whispered in his ear. "How lucky are you that you haunt me, as well. Wish granted," Her warm tongue caressed his ear. Following his jaw line with wet kissed she found his mouth and indulged herself.
She was amazed at how aware she was of every place their bodies touched; lips, arms, bellies, breasts, and especially her sex. She sat straddling his thighs and his strong arms engulfed her and drew her to him, nearly squeezing the life from her. She could feel every pad of his palms as he sought the best place to hold her. One hand finally rested on her bottom and the other on her breast.
*The author is blushing, but is not gutsy enough to put all of her little fantasy onto paper; otherwise this would be a lot more detailed.... ^_^*
He wasn't wearing his armor so it wasn't difficult to get the rest of his clothes off. These made a soft spot in the rocky terrain. Sesshoumaru pressed her down into the pile while attempting what he thought was a gentle bite on her neck, much to his surprise when she yelped.
"I'm sorry..." He pulled away.
Yume cupped her hand on his cheek. "I'm not a sword, Sesshoumaru, you must be gentle with me."
"Teach me," He breathed.
"Is that an order, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Please teach me, Yume?"
She pressed hard against him, feeling him meld into her. "Of course."
