In this story I have written that sesshomaru has two arms instead of one. There is a reason for this. It comes in handy latter...Oh ya and there is a reason this story is rated M and it's in this chapter...kind of...

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Stolen Love

WhatShe Wants

She was burning up. He felt her forehead again and frowned. She must have caught something from being dropped in that cold stream. He pulled the blankets down and gently picked her up. He had to cool her down.

He picked her up and carried her out of the room. The bath house was the perfect place. He looked down at her flushed face and sighed. She had fallen asleep in his arms as he had flown over the forest to a small summer palace in the southern part of his land. It was one of his favorite places. He had always calmed down when he had looked at the beautiful lake and surrounding cherry trees that the palace over looked.

He had wanted her to see her new home. It didn't matter, she would see it latter when she was better. He carried her into the bath house and set her down gently on a bench. The benches lined all three walls and the center of the room was a large white marble bath with light blue shimmering curtains around it to give some privacy to its occupants.

He pulled the curtain aside and turned back to kagome. Her hair was tousled and in disarray. Her face was flushed and she had her eyes closed. He knelt beside her and picked up her hand. She had been in his care for a day and she was already fighting for her life. Her kissed her fingers gently and inhaled deeply.

He pulled his head back in surprise and stared at her hand. What was he doing? Even if she would have been awake to give him premission, he was her protector and her guardian. His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of her small hand squeezing his weakly. He looked at her face but her eyes remained closed. 'Is this what she wants?' the thought struck him and he smiled. She was full of surprises and always intrigued him.

He leaned down and kissed her fingers one by one. One of her fingers brushed his cheek and he shivered. He ignored the strange feelings running through him and stood up. He needed to tend to her before he could sort out his own feelings. He looked down at her and smiled. They had all the time in the world for these 'feelings' later.

He leaned over her and started to undo the complicated ties on her shirt. He couldn't understand the small round things on the front of her shirt. He felt a hand on his wrist and looked up. She was staring at him with feverish eyes and he could see a little fear in them as well. He tried to sound reassuring "I have to get you cooled down." She stared at him for a moment then her hand slipped away.

He finally managed to undo the first two round things and then he stopped. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. He slowly let his finger slid across her soft skin and felt her shiver. He decided he liked it better when she shivered. He'd have to make that happen more often.

He shook his head and continued with the complicated ties. When he was finished he tried to swallow but a lump had developed in his throat. He pulled off the shirt and let it fall to the ground. He decided to leave the small white thing that covered her where it was because he didn't like the reaction he was having to her without a shirt on and didn't know what would happen if she was totally uncovered.

He removed her skirt and found another white barrier that sheilded her her from his view and matched the first. He looked away from the sight of her long smooth legs and tried to get a grip on his emotions. He was only trying to help her. He repeated that to himself when he picked her up and carried her to the bath. She felt warm and soft in his arms.

He shook his head as he set her down on the ground gently. 'Why did she have to be perfect?' He stepped back and took off his armor but left his robe on. He didn't know what would happen if he took it off and didn't care to find out.

He stepped around her and into the bath. The water was warm and smelled a bit like lavender. The scent teased his nose and he shook his head.He reached up for kagome and pulled her into the water.

She gasped when she felt warm water rush over her body. Her mind was numb and she fought who ever was pulling her deeper into the water. "Calm down kagome. Your safe. I give you my word." His voice soothed her and she relaxed into his hold. The water felt good against her skin. She felt a cloth run across her forehead and she sighed.

Sesshomaru held her in his arm and supported her with his tail as he gently wiped her face with a cloth he had found. She sighed and he tried not to growl. He dipped the cloth into the water trying to figure out the meaning of all the emotions playing across his mind. He washed her neck and then slowly dipped her head back into the water.

He black tresses drifted in the water captivating his mind. He was distracted by something and pulled her out of the water. He fingered a strand of hair and stared at it with confusion. Instead of black the hair had turned an odd light blue. It shimmered in his hand and stood out in stark contrast from the rest of her hair.

He looked at her face and tilted his head. What was going on? First she was sick and now her hair was changing color. He shrugged and picked up the cloth he had dropped. He trailed the cloth down her neck and into the spacebetween her breasts. Even through the cloth he could feel the softness of her skin. The sight and scent of her was driving his senses insane. He leaned down and kissed drops of water from her shoulder. He paused when he felt her stiffen. He raised his head and looked at her.

She stared at him. This time she was sure of it. He had been kissing her, even if it was only her shoulder. She blushed when she remembered the giddy feeling that had swept through her when he had brushed his lips across her skin. His golden eyes looked at her and she smiled. He made her feel special when he held her like this. 'Inuyasha never made you feel special.' The thought slipped through her mind and she pushed it away. It didn't matter anymore.

She looked back at sesshomaru and again felt that giddy feeling. It confused her but she liked it. The factdidn't make sense and that bothered herbut she shrugged it off. She reached a hand up and brushed a water droplet off his forehead. He closed his eyes at her touch and she blushed.

He liked her touch. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she moved her hand to his silky hair and ran her fingers through it. She heard a sound and she stopped. It was coming from deep with in his chest. It sounded almost like a cat. 'Purring. He's purring.'She realized and giggled.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She smiled brightly at him and then her smile slowly faded when he bent his head. He resumed his position on her shoulder and felt her shiver. He slid his lips along her skin andmoved them upto her neck. He could feel her pulse against his lips and could hear her heart beat. It was absolutely beautiful...

She lay limp in his arms. Her heart racing and her mind swirling. 'What is he doing to me?' It was confusing, all the emotions in her heart. She liked it but every time she let her mind relax a picture of inuyasha would run across her mind. He was always there in her mind even if he was far away from her.

His lips were soft and warm against her skin and it made her feel like... She didn't know how to describe it. He kissed her jaw line and she shivered when his lips brushed the corner of hers. An image of inuyasha flashed in front of her. She tensed and he stopped. He raised his head and looked at her with questioning eyes.

It was up to her. 'Do I want this? Is this what I want?' She reached up a hand and cradled his cheek. 'Can I really do this?' She pulled him towards her. Images of inuyasha crowding her mind. There breath mingled and she looked into his eyes.

Her mind cleared and only one thought remained. 'This is what I want.' She let her eyes drift shut and leaned forward. 'He is what I want...'