Summary: The mirror sees all, and tells nothing. Sess/Older!Rin.
Author's
Note: I do not own Inuyasha, but wish I owned Sessho. Just a little
scene I've had rattling around in my head for a while. Fluffy
goodness. My first story, so read/review please?
In the mirror, the deepening early evening shadows in the airy room threw a cast of indigo on all they touched: gauzy ivory curtains, bed linens, pillows, and the skin of the naked girl lying on the ornate bed dominating the room. Tender and vulnerable she was, her golden skin gleaming in the swiftly diminishing light, her limbs slack, her dark hair tangled against the pristine whiteness of the chaotically strewn sheets and pillows. One ebony-hued eye cracked open, and with a slight shiver in the rapidly cooling room, she burrowed deeper within the light coverings, making herself a nest to warm her chilled skin, as her eyes started to drift shut again in delicious languor. But almost before her lush eyelashes had a chance to touch her cheek, the bed settled and sunk, and a shock of long silky hair spilled across her shoulder, while a cool marble thigh brushed along hers, wrapped over hers, entwining them together. With a sleepy, warm smile, she turned over, and looked up into glittering metallic eyes, which were, at this moment, molten and soft with affection and amusement. Looking down his long aristocratic nose at her open, flowerlike face, he rumbled from deep in his throat, "Are you satiated yet, wench?" His oddly graceful, long-fingered hand curved about her shoulder, and slid lower, along her arm, over the generous curve of her breast, stroking her soft stomach, coming to rest possessively on the satiny swell of her hip, the wicked claws but a hairsbreadth above the delicate flesh.
She stretched luxuriously, wincing softly as stiffened and sore muscles protested, slowly yielding to her movements, then curling herself back up, and snaking one arm around his waist. "I have never been satiated of you, my lord, but I believe that I won't need your heroic efforts again for at least an hour, " she teased, her full lips parting in a blinding, impish smile. "Truthfully, all I wish to do is to catch my breath and see if my legs can be convinced to hold me upright again."
The strongly molded lines of his face remained immobile as he gazed down on her artfully innocent expression, but one elegant eyebrow quirked slightly, betraying his amusement, as he replied in his expressionless baritone, "Well then, Rin, I suggest you take this hour to recover yourself, for the night has barely begun." Her eyes widened in shock, and secret delight, as she struggled to sit up and face him, mouth already open to protest. Her efforts, however, were thwarted, as her lord's arm abandoned its post on her hip, and simply pressed her back to the bed with scarcely any indication of exertion, before he himself wrapped his long body around her slighter, smaller one, molding himself to her, and holding her snugly against him. His breath tickled her ear, as he purred softly, "You are mine, wench. You belong to this Sesshoumaru, which you will well know by the dawning of the sun." His voice warmed, with the faintest undercurrent of fierce joy and tenderness, "My Rin. Forever." He paused briefly, then, in his usual tone, commanded, "Now go to sleep."
And in the mirror, the reflection of dread youkai lord curled watchfully, protectively, around a slumbering, all-too-human female, can hardly be seen in the dim summer twilight.