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I give you lemon, lime, the nearest produce section to you. Just don't squeeze the honeydews.
Suddenly, Rin could understand her lord's desire to leave the Western Lands from time to time. As soon as Lord Sesshomaru had entered the great hall, he was besieged by problems. His people came at him like a swarm, descending on him without mercy. Rin and Jaken were quickly pushed to the background, overlooked in the urgency to reach the great inu-youkai lord and be heard. They could only watch as Lord Sesshomaru strode down the hall, the followers shouting their grievances. As the noisy din faded, Rin and Jaken stood in silence, blinking like lost children.
"Already I find myself longing for the peace and quiet of our travels." Jaken grumbled, a scowl of disdain on his face.
Rin nodded in silent agreement. Her time with her lord would be limited now. Already the weight of responsibility was settling on Lord Sesshomaru's shoulders, decisions for his lands overtaking his thoughts. The dust of their travels, however, was making Rin's skin feel rough and gritty. She longed for a hot bath and fresh clothing. As if sensing her thoughts Jaken tapped the end of his staff on the floor before scurrying down the hall.
"Go to your room, Rin. I will order a bath and a seamstress sent to you."
In the silence of her room, enjoying the steam rolling off the water, Rin sank deeper into the bath with a sigh. The lamps had been lit around the room and the partisians opened, allowing the warm night air to flow in. This was the only thing she missed during the days and weeks she travelled with her lord. A nice long luxorious bath in scented waters. Taking a deep breath Rin slipped beneath the water, missing the knock on her door.
Sesshomaru made quick work of the complaints and problems his people brought to him. They were worse than children. Squabbling over petty and foolish matters. Even Rin and Jaken's tifs when the girl had been a child held more merit than the matters these people heaped upon him. With the last one sent away looking mollified, Sesshomaru sought out his young ward. He hadn't meant to leave her so abruptly but it was better to handle the pressing matters at hand first.
As his thoughts went to Rin, once more Sesshomaru's scattered thoughts solidified and his mind quieted. Perhaps a few quiet hours in the gardens would be beneficial to them both. As he stood outside the door of her room, Sesshomaru was bombarded by his conscience that still demanded answers for the mortal female's presence in his home.
'She gave you the perfect opportunity, you realize? You could have told her everything on that hill. Your cowardice amazes me. A demon equal to your power or more so and you face it without so much as a chill of fear. A small bit of a mortal girl asks you a simple innocent question and you cower.'
Perhaps in Rin's mind the question was meant for what it was, at face value. Yet if one read deeper into it it could mean a great deal more. Yes, he did care for Rin. He had to or Tenseiga never would have been able to revive her dead body. What had been so different about her from any other mortal? What made him decide to test the sword on her? She had pestered him endlessly as he lay wounded, never giving up in her minstrations to him despite his refusal of her help.
'You saved her because she did something no other human had done! She showed you compassion. She knew what it was to hurt as badly as you did and to be alone in that pain. Her heart, her weak useless mortal heart, went out to you. You refused the meager offerings she brought to you and so she tried to do better for you the next time. Not because you ordered it, not because you are a powerful and feared inu-youkai lord and ruler of the Western Lands. She did it all for you because she was concerned for you. Oh yes. Stupid, useless, worthless mortal. Of course. You keep her at armslength even now because you are afraid! The great Lord Sesshomaru is as frightened as a child in the dark! She is going to slip away, you realize? Whether it be to a suitor, an assassin, the ravages of time.'
"Never," Sesshomaru snarled under his breath, "This Sesshomaru keeps what is his! Released from her debt to me or not, she is still mine. I will relenquish my father's sword before I will let her go!"
Fiercely he pounded on Rin's door, waiting for the sound of her voice to bid him entrance. Moments passed and there was no reply. Something deep inside Sesshomaru's heart constricted. Was his conscience right? Had an assassin finally succeeded? Propriety be damned! Without warning the door was thrown open and the youkai lord stormed into the brightly lit room. A steaming bath sat near an opened partisian but Rin was nowhere to be seen. As he strode across the floor, Sesshomaru vowed if any had brought harm to his Rin there would be no survivors. The culprit would pray for death.
As he stood over the tub, his amber eyes flared. There, laying peacefully on the bottom of the tub, her black hair floating around her like a curtain, was Rin. With a roar of outrage, Sesshomaru plunged his arms into the hot water and pulled her to the surface. Rin's scream of surprise and fear pierced his sensitive hearing and he froze. She was alive? Water slouced over the sides of the tub, spilling across the floor and forming a puddle at Sesshomaru's feet. Wide, terrified brown eyes peered up at him in confusion as Rin struggled wildly to get free, thinking herself being threatened by yet another attacker.
"L-Lord Sesshomaru?" her voice quaked as she gripped his upper arms, her body exposed to her knees to the air.
This time he would look his fill. Droplets of water clung to her skin, looking like diamonds cast across peach silk. Tendrils of her dark hair covered her breasts, allowing him only a quick glimpse of their perfection. Despite the warmth of the water, the chill of the air on her skin raised goosebumps on her slender arms. Sesshomaru knew he should push her away, release her, allow her to sink back into the water so she might be shielded from his heated gaze but he did none of these things. His eyes roamed over her as if starving for the sight of her, devouring her greedily. His hands, gripping Rin beneath her arms, obeyed only one command and crushed her to him. Her slippery body, still sweet and wet from the bath, was soft and yielding against the strength and power of his chest. He could feel the dampness of the water on her skin soaking through his clothing.
"Damn you, Rin, what game were you playing at! I thought you dead!" he growled, a hand tangling in her wet hair and gripping it fiercely, keeping her head back that she must look him in the eye.
"I play no game, my lord!" she gasped, swallowing thickly at the feel him finally this close to her, "I was bathing. I did not hear you knock and had I known you were waiting for me to bid you entrance--"
Rin's words were quickly silenced as her lord's mouth descended upon her's in a bruising kiss. Curse her, did she have say such provocative things with such innocence? Especially in her state of undress? In the safety of his own home, Sesshomaru had shed his armor and now Rin's eager hands were trying to make fast work of his clothing as well. His mouth plundered hers, taking the dominant roll and forcing her to yield. When her fingertips stroked over his bare skin soft as a butterflies wings the great inu-youkai lord was nearly undone.
With no word of warning Sesshomaru lifted Rin from the water. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life and yet their lips never parted. For both of them it didn't matter if they never breathed again. This moment was what both had wanted and had denied themselves. Rin's innocent and clumsy attempts to divest him of his clothes enflamed him more than any practiced woman's touch. Her tiny whimpers of frustation against his lips made Sesshomaru grin. The little innocent was so eager and for what she didn't know. Her body was reacting from an ancient instinct.
His clothing was in a pile, soaking up the spilled bathwater as he carried her to the massive bed. The feel of skin on skin contact with her lord made Rin arch from the coverlet with a gasp. Nothing in her dream had felt this good! Her hands slid over the expanse of his back, feeling the tightly coiled muscles there ripple and contract at her touch. Where once her touch had soothed Sesshomaru, now it savaged him, made him feral. Careful not to break her skin, he scraped his nails down the valley of her breasts to her belly, circling them around her navel. Rin's body shuddered in response and his mouth soon found a budding nipple, capturing in the warm wet recesses of his mouth.
"My lord!" she cried out, her body and mind overwhelmed by the sensations, "I-I-I cannot...Y-you mustn't..."
"You can and I will, Rin." he ordered against the sensitive skin of her breast.
The scent of flowers and Rin's own scent assailed Sesshomaru's nostrils as he pressed his face to her throat. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to take her without pretense. The demon inside of him was demanding to take, to claim but another part of him wanted badly to make this last for her. Unlike demons who mated simply for furthering their race, humans mated as a way to bond, to show affection. Beneath him, Rin was writhing, pressing against him as firmly as she could. If he took her now as she wanted, it would end in blood, pain and fear. Cradling her face in his hands, Sesshomaru spoke softly to her.
"Rin...Rin, open your eyes and look at me."
Slowly she complied, her eyes heavy and clouded with desire. Her lips were parted in soft invitation. Sesshomaru found himself having to take a few calming breaths. Rin feared perhaps her lord had changed his mind, that he would say how this had been a mistake and tears already began to build in her eyes. If he refused her this night, if he shunned her and turned her away she could never face him again.
"Rin, listen to me. Right now you think you are ready for me but you are not. You are a human and I am youkai. If I were to give in to my baser needs I would do you harm, physical harm. You have always trusted me and you must trust me now. Do you understand?"
Rin's chin trembled. Of course she trusted him. If she had any doubts in her lord she would never have let things go this far. Tears clung to her lashes as she looked into those amber eyes she knew so well. His concern, his fear for her was written so clearly in their depths. Another piece of her heart was lost to him.
"I trust you, my lord Sesshomaru. I yield to you." her voice came as a shaky whisper as her fingers reached up, gently tracing the lavendar marks along his cheek.
Sesshomaru closed his eyes and savored her touch for a few moments before turning his head and placing a kiss on her palm. He could spend hours simply kissing her, every inch of her. A low rumble of thunder sounded across the sky outside as the warm spring storm that threatened began to break. Rin trembled as Sesshomaru placed several open mouthed kisses on her breasts, loving them til they felt swollen and aching with need. Those hands she had seen tear a foe to pieces were now as tender and gentle as a could be, awakening every nerve in her body. A caress to her belly, the soft stroking of a hip, all done with such expertise as to arouse her to madness. Over and over his fingertips played over the soft glossy curls between her thighs in drugging strokes. Sesshomaru could feel her body opening and responding to him. As his finger sank into the warmth and wetness, her virgin walls clung and pulsed around it even as Rin murmured a soft protest.
There would come another time, when he would allow her to explore his body. Again and again his finger stroked and stirred as Rin's hips picked up the age old rhythm he set. Desperate to cling to something in the raging storm her lord was creating in her body, Rin's hands sunk into the silken length of Sesshomaru's hair. Unaware of her surroundings, not caring if the whole great hall heard them, Rin cried out his name raggedly. His weight settled in the junction of her thighs and she rose up towards it wantonly. Slowly, as if time were standing still so it might last forever, Sesshomaru sank into Rin's supple body. She was like rippling hot velvet beneath him. Her body welcoming him without hesitation. He felt it. The barrier that made her an innocent. It would be his.
His lips hovered above hers, her breath coming in short choppy gasps. She was his. And now, in order to make it completely so, he would have to give her some small measure of pain.
"Forgive me, Rin." he murmured before covering her mouth and pushing past the barrier.
Rin felt only a quick and sharp pain, a sudden fullness and then a sweet pulsing. Her heart wanted to leap from her chest. All those fevered dreams could not compare to this. He was a part of her now. Gently, careful to allow her body time to adjust, Sesshomaru began to move. The first shallow dip of his hips was enough to make Rin sigh. Her hands gently rested on his hips, telling him she was in no pain and was only too eager to continue. The flickering of the lamplights was soon joined by the bright flashes of heat lightning, illuminating both their faces to each other's eager gaze. Sesshomaru watched her, not willing to miss a single emotion that played over her features.
She had trusted her lord and now she was reaping the benefits. As Rin arched beneath him, stars exploded before her eyes. The blood in her veins seemed to thicken then crackle with a strange energy. Lifting her hips to meet Sesshomaru's, she found the pleasure intensified and she was soon moving with him. The low and deadly growl that she heard in her lord's throat told her he enjoyed what she was doing. It wasn't long before their movements became frantic, driven. For Rin, it felt as if a field of butterflies were set loose in her belly and all the cosmos exploded inside her head. Her wild sweet cry shattered the night and mixed with Sesshomaru's own shout of release. Deep inside Rin could feel him, pulsing, filling her. She clung to him, her body still shaking. Never in her life had she felt more alive, more desirable or more cherished.
Sesshomaru dropped his forehead to Rin's breast, feeling her heart's wild beating. As drained as his body felt, his spirit never felt so energized. What once had been considered an abomination in his mind, the joining of a demon and a human, had become the most earthshattering experience of his life. Whether it was Rin's innocence or her giving herself totally to him, the quivering mortal in the youkai lord's arms now held his heart completely.