Disclaimer: I don't own Sesshomaru...but I do own his action figure!
WARNING: CITRUS CONTENT!
In the weeks and then months following the battle that destroyed the Northern Lord's stronghold, Rin kept herself firmly at Lord Sesshomaru's side. Word spread fast and furious of the Lord of the Western Lands finally taking a mate...and a human one at that. Only part of Bassarious' prediction came true. Humans did turn their backs on Rin. Demons saw no issue with the match. What did it matter? As a human they knew the girl would not live forever. In what would be an instant in their lifetimes, she would grow old and die. Once her life was over, the Lord Sesshomaru would be as he had always been. Nothing would change.
The demons talk of Rin's eventual death did not go unheard. Sesshomaru stood in his rooms, gazing out the window that overlooked the distant mountains, his mind muddled with thoughts of a mortal girl dying in his arms. Of course he could use Tenseiga to restore her life but she would still be old, frail, and in poor health. What kind of life would that be for a formerly vibrant and energetic girl? He knew he would outlive her by millenia, eons, lifetimes upon lifetimes. The young lord in him that fought at his father's side would accept what came...but the Lord of the Western Lands in him demanded more.
Suddenly a warm pair of small hands touched Sesshomaru's back and a cheek rested against his spine. Rin. He knew without looking over his shoulder. Only she dared to do such a thing, approach him from behind so silently. The girl simply knew no fear of him. It should irk him that a human wasn't afraid of him, that he could do nothing to intimidate her. Rin was different. Human though she may be, Sesshomaru loved her still. Maybe his father had known what he was doing when he bestowed Tenseiga to him. Somehow the great dog demon knew his eldest son would need the sword to revive the one person who would forever change his life. Sesshomaru closed his eyes as he felt Rin's arms slip around his waist and embrace him.
"Something is troubling you, my lord." she stated softly, her cheek still pressed against his back.
"The only thing which troubles me is something that I have not the power to change, little one." he murmured as he watched the clouds race across the purple sky of dusk.
Rin laughed gently, "I think there is nothing beyond your power, my lord."
Sesshomaru smiled ever so slightly. How her undying faith in him could weaken his very defenses. Why had she not been born demon? No, that was a foolish wish. Were she anything other than what she was, Rin would never have the impact on him that she did. He would never think to change her. He wanted her just the way she was. He wanted her now just as he did that night long ago when he pulled her from the steaming waters of her bath and made love to her. He wanted her when she raged at him, the color high in her cheeks and sparks in her eyes. He wanted her when she lay sleeping, blissfully unaware of him standing over her bed and watching the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. His hunger for her never faded.
Rin could sense that her lord's mind was burdened with thoughts that threatened to darken his mood. No word had come to Bassarious' fate and the demons who watched Lord Sesshomaru and his halfdemon brother, InuYasha, had not made their presence known. While they had this peace and normalcy in their lives, Rin wanted for them to enjoy it. She withdrew her arms from around Sesshomaru and stepped around him, clasping his hand in hers and pulling him slowly away from the window. Her lord looked at her questioningly but followed her. It was rare for Rin to simply pull him away from anything.
"Do not dwell on what you cannot change, my lord," she said as she released his hand and stopped in the midst of his massive chamber, "For just tonight, I want you to forget that you are Lord of the Western Lands. You are not Master, my lord, or inuyoukai lord."
Sesshomaru could not imagine not being any of those things! Those all were his identity, made him who he was.
"Then who am I to be?" he asked.
Slowly Rin turned to face him, her soft brown eyes so filled with tenderness and something else he could not name.
"You are to be Sesshomaru. Just Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru opened his mouth to object, to tell her that he was already that when her hands went to the sash around her waist and deftly untied the simple knot. Words dried up and died on his tongue as he watched the burgundy kimono part and reveal the peach colored satin of her skin to his gaze. The cursed material would part and close as she walked towards him once more, affording him only quick glimpses of her body from her collarbone to her ankles. If Izayoi was half the beauty Rin was it was no wonder his father was so willing to die for her.
"For me, this is the only thing I have ever asked of you." Rin implored as she stood before him and reached up to touch the marks on his cheeks with her fingertips, "Tonight you will be Sesshomaru, my mate."
"Rin..." her name came out in a shaking voice Sesshomaru could hardly recognize as his own.
Her fingertips covered his lips as she slowly shook her head with a smile. Lacing her fingers through his, Rin led Sesshomaru towards the massive expanse of his bed. She grew shy and a bit timid before his eyes as she slowly divested him of his armor. Her hands did not tremble as she carefully removed Tenseiga and Tokijin from his side, setting the swords aside with great care. Practiced women of the brothels, courteseans, they all performed such acts but never with such reverence. Rin's eyes looked to Sesshomaru's as she reached up to his shoulders and gently slid the material down his shoulders. He heard her suck in a quick sharp breath as his skin was laid bare to her gaze.
Rin's fingers seemed to skim and dance over Sesshomaru's torso, causing the muscles to bunch and contract. The remainder of his clothing seemed to melt away like the snow in spring. She had no way of knowing she was testing his limits of restraint. The scent of her need had been lingering in the air before Rin even spoke. Mixed with it was the spicey scent of her being in heat. Even a great demon lord such as himself was near powerless to resist it. Curling his hands into tight fists, Sesshomaru restrained himself from grabbing Rin and simply throwing her to the bed. He didn't wish to frighten her, not when she was being brave enough to take the initiative.
"Just feel." she murmured, pressing a feathery soft kiss to his chest.
In that moment it trully was all Sesshomaru could do. Moving didn't seem to be an option. It was a struggle just to remember to breathe! Again and again her lips would light on his skin, long enough to pleasure but also briefly enough to torment. Sesshomaru reached out slowly, slipping his hands beneath the silken kimono to rest his hands on the swell of Rin's hips. The curtain of her thick dark hair contrasted so sharply with the pale silver of his own as both made a curtain around them. They moved as one as Sesshomaru sat upon the bed and Rin placed her knees on either side of his hips. This position had been so innocent when she was but a child and now it carried such an intimacy with it. Her dark brown eyes studied his countenance, drinking in his image and recalling each feature. Once again her fingertips smoothed over the markings on his cheeks before her fingers threaded into the silvery spill of his hair.
"Such a beautiful man." she whispered before bringing her lips to his in a kiss that claimed Sesshomaru's very breath.
Her taste was intoxicating. Timid sweeps of her tongue over his grew bolder as Rin gently crushed herself to the solid wall of his chest. As her skin grew warmer, the scent of wild flowers became so thick it made Sesshomaru's head swim. He slowly lay back on the bed, an arm wrapped tight around her as his other hand cradled the back of her head, holding her firmly in place. Rin's eager explorations of his mouth sent wave after wave of fire through his veins. With a barely audible moan she parted her lips from his and sat up, the kimono sliding from her shoulders and down her arms, pooling around her hips. Sesshomaru's breath caught. She was physical perfection. Rin's hands clasped his and brought them to her breasts, causing her back to arch. She filled his hands as if he had molded her body himself.
Rin's open and uninhibited responses only fed Sesshomaru's pleasure. Her eyes, glassy with her own passion, seemed to draw him forward. As he sat up, Rin released his hands from her breasts and Sesshomaru quickly and deftly captured a rosy pink nipple in his mouth. Her sweet cry was muffled against his soft hair as she pressed her face against it, burying her face it and capturing his scent in her nostrils. Sesshomaru's hands cradled and lifted her hips, positioning her above him. Rin's small hands rested on his shoulders, the gentle pressure of her fingers telling him she was willing. As he lowered her slowly Sesshomaru shuddered at the feel of Rin's body opening to him. She was scalding hot and her eager muscles gripped him in a vice that was agony and ecstacy.
"Rin. Kiss me." he ordered, his voice ragged and low as his breath came is choppy gasps.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as her lips caught his in a bruising kiss. Swiftly Sesshomaru nipped at the fullness of her bottom lip with his fangs. He felt Rin's body release its hold on him and he seated her onto him fully. Her whimper gave way to a shakey sigh of bliss. Rin's hips rolled slowly, causing a delicious friction that had them both moaning in unison. She recalled their first joining and how her movements had brought her lord such pleasure. This time, she would set the pace for them. Each rise and fall of Rin's body above him sent Sesshomaru perilously close to the edge. She seemed to know his body so well, what touch would please him, what movement would increase their mutual enjoyment. Her questing hands smoothed up over his arms, his shoulders, her fingers teasing the skin of his throat. With each downward stroke of Rin's hips, Sesshomaru would plunge his tongue past her sweet lips. The mimicking motion was not lost on her innocence. To draw out the pleasure Rin would go still on his thighs and pulse around his length. The inuyoukai lord chuckled, knowing the wanton little creature was trying to drive him mindless.
There was something about her lord that had Rin curious. She knew his senses were sharp and keen, sensitive even. He responded to certain touches in different ways. Their mouths parted and her heavy lidded eyes glimpsed at her lord's ears. As her hips kept the gentle rocking motion, Rin's fingers dared to reach out and trace their shape. Beneath her she felt Sesshomaru stiffen and grip her hips tighter. Her eyes flew to his, thinking she had angered him but rather saw the rich amber eyes grow darker. He had not told her to stop so once again, with strokes as soft as a butterfly's wings on the air, Rin followed the contour of each ear. Her sculpted nails gently brushed the skin behind them and this time Sesshomaru shuddered violently. Watching his face, Rin repeated the tender scraping against his scalp.
For Sesshomaru it felt as if someone had completely tamed the demon within him. The sensation of Rin's gentle manipulations behind his ears, touching a part of him no other hands had touched before, was instant desire. Each sweep of her fingers was matched with flex and swell of her muscles around him. If he didn't stop her now he would spill himself. Sesshomaru reached up and clasped Rin's wrists, tenderly pulling her hands away. If she knew what that tender minstration did to him. Their movements, so fluid and so slow, never stopped. Even as Rin felt herself beginning to peak. The first wave washed over her and she held fast to her mate. Her fingers dug into the muscles of Sesshomaru's forearms as her mouth opened in a silent cry. In this position he was able to hit high and deep inside of her and the pleasure was so different from their first mating. Sesshomaru held tight to her, keeping her body from dislodging itself from him. He paced himself, waiting for the final liquid tremor of her form before he found his own release. It came so swiftly and suddenly it seemed to blind the inuyoukai lord. In a brilliant flash of white light his body poured into her, his forehead pressed tight to the skin above her thundering heart.
In the quiet of the room their mingled and shaking breaths echoed. Neither of them felt it necessary to speak. Words in a moment like this were trivial. Moving carefully Sesshomaru lay back upon the pillows, still cradling Rin in his arms. He would die for her, kill for her, do whatever was necessary to keep her safe and by his side. The scent of Rin's being in heat had dissapated. Sesshomaru made a mental note of this. Either her cycle had begun its decline...or his mate would soon be carrying his child beneath her heart. No matter what the case might be, Rin's steady deep breathing against his side told Sesshomaru she was sleeping peacefully. Her cheek rested on his shoulder, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. His eyes lingered on her for only a few moments before he looked out the window to the stars.
"I understand now, Father. I understand."
Sesshomaru's eyes slowly slipped closed and for the first time in a very long time, the Lord of the Western Lands slept.
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I had to write a lemon! I'm in a romantic kinda mood and by God those two needed some lovin'! lol