I've decided on lemon. Every one asked for it. So I'll give the people what they want (and to keep from being lynched jk). It may seem kind of weird, but this is my first time writing lemon. Lime is easy, but lemon for some weird reason just takes a little more thinking.

She tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to her side. Soon she couldn't help, but kiss him back and he became gentler with the passionate kiss. When his tongue outlined the opening of her mouth she parted it allowing their tongue to dance with each other. Sesshoumaru leaned over and pinned Ayame to the ground with his body. He could feel the bulge in his pants grow like the need to have her. His hand slid up and he grasped her breast through her top. She began to struggle again. Sesshoumaru sat up quickly. He was about to lose control. Ayame laid beneath him a bemused look on her face. He stood and didn't even help her up as he walked away from her and away from the temptation to take her even with out her permission.

Ayame watched Sesshoumaru leave her. Where was he going? Was he just going to let her sit there after kissing her like that? She blushed suddenly. He kissed her. It wasn't just a friendly kiss either. It was a romantic kiss. When he pinned her to the ground she almost felt like he was about to rape her and for the first time since she was with him she was afraid. She wanted him though. She forgot that it wouldn't even be considered rape because she wanted him so bad it hurt.

When Sesshoumaru came back to camp his hand was red with his blood. With out a word Ayame bandaged it. She didn't look at him as she did the simple task.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He didn't know why he was apologizing, but he felt he had to. He felt that he had done her a great injustice of some sort.

"For what?" asked Ayame.

He blushed then. He felt like a complete idiot. He was apologizing and he didn't know why. He wouldn't admit he didn't know why though.

"If you don't know than you're not as smart as I thought you were," he answered.

Ayame laughed. She didn't know why and Sesshoumaru looked at her strangely.

"That reminded me so much of Inu Yasha," she said.

He glared at her a little surprised and a little angry at the observation.

"What?" asked Sesshoumaru.

"I'm sorry, but that sounded like something Inu Yasha would say. I can tell you two are brothers," answered Ayame.

Sesshoumaru growled and grabbed her chin kissing her. He was being pushed over the edge. When he pulled away from her swollen lips she was blushing wildly.

"I don't ever want to be confused with that weakling again," he said.

"Sesshoumaru…you're hurting me," she said.

He held her chin between his clawed hands. He thought he could control himself, but being around her made him lose his control more. His eyes became blood red and he licked the wound on her arm that she carelessly forgot to bandage. Blood smeared his lips and he kept licking the wound hungrily.

"Sesshoumaru…" she whispered and moaned.

"Do you like Ayame?" he asked against her arm.

"Please Sesshoumaru…" she begged in response.

"I know…" he said.

He began to kiss her neck gently. He pinned her arms down to her side. He grinded against her his fangs growing fast. He rubbed his fangs against her neck almost painfully. She cried out, but he held her against the ground.

"Sesshoumaru please don't…" she begged.

He unhooked her top and his hand grabbed her breast. He kissed down her neck and began to nip at her nipple until it became perky. Then he covered it with his mouth completely causing her to grown and arches her back. She forgot everything in those moments of pleasure. It didn't matter where they were or how they got there. All that mattered was the pleasure he was producing with his soft lips.

"Don't what?" he asked against her engorged nipple.

"Don't stop," she replied, "Please don't stop."

"Never…not until we are both satisfied," he said.

He finished pulling off her top and stared at her breasts.

"You have a beautiful body Ayame," he said.

He began to lower his kisses Ayame arching to meet his mouth. He pulled away her skirt the only thing separating him from the heated cavern he was heading towards. His cool wet tongue slipped in between her legs and Ayame arched her back to meet it. She groaned as he probed her womanhood with his tongue. Sesshoumaru tasted Ayame from several different ways his tongue going as deep as it could go until Ayame cried and shuddered with release. Sesshoumaru licked up her sweet juices and heard Ayame's gentle pants. He began to kiss up and with a growl he took her lips again allowing her to taste her sweetness.

Ayame looked up at him in wonder as he stripped his clothes off of him. The scars from battle covered his back and she began to trace them as he knelt over her.

"This is going to hurt," he explained, but he knew there would be no turning back now.

"I don't want to," she said.

She didn't care about the pain. She realized now what her grandfather had said. Some one was sent to her to help her. Some one who loved her even with out words. When he made them one she cried out in pain and he kissed her head.

Sesshoumaru didn't move. He stood was completely still above her. He would wait until she told him he could move. He watched her face and when she stared at him with her innocent blue eyes he knew it was time. She expected him to be rough, but she was gentle. She expected speed, but he took his time enjoying every ounce of her body. His mouth locked onto hers in a never ending embrace as their bodies moved in sweet unison. He held her sweaty body to his own. Whispered hot words of passion and nibbled on her neck gently. She was his forever. He would never give her up. Not with out a fight.

"Sesshoumaru!" she said.

His name came out like a high pitched scream as she shook with the pleasure. Sesshoumaru buried himself deep in her his head in the side of her neck. He growled as his seed filled her body. The moon shined down on the two lovers as if grateful that they had finally showed each other how they really felt and became one.

The next morning Sesshoumaru was already awoke. Ayame felt strange all over and went to the lake to look at herself. From first glance nothing seemed out of place. Sesshoumaru walked over to her and put his arms around his waist.

"Looking for something?" he asked.

"I'm not sure…I feel different, but I don't look different," answered Ayame.

Sesshoumaru lifted her hair and kissed her neck and than moved.

"Yes you do…that's my mark," he said, "you're mine now and forever."

"I like that," she said.

They kissed holding each other close.

I hope you all enjoyed reading that I enjoyed writing it. I want to thank all of the comments you all send me it really makes me feel special. I love you all!