Reflections of the Past Chapter 21: Admitting to Love, an inuyasha fanfic

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Reflections of the Past: Admitting to Love chapter 21

Sango sat on her knees on the hill top over looking the village,her long brown hair released from it's binding to ride the breeze.The others had left some time ago, but she stayed behind. She sat quietly by herself, having only been drawn out of her thoughts by the slight movement on her left. There, hovering quietly above the tree tops were three of Naraku's insects.. "How long have they been watching, and how much information have they gathered?" she thought...But before she could attack, they were gone, taking their stolen information with them. She sat a moment longer knowing full well that she should let the others know that she had seen Naraku's insects flying away just a short time ago, but now she was plagued with thoughts of her own...she was determined to figure out just what it was that she wanted from the relationship she had sort of developed with Miroku. He had stopped ages ago with the asking of women to 'bear his children,' and had also proposed to her and she had accepted, but had postponed it until after Naraku's defeat, but now she wasn't so sure that that was what she really wanted. She knew that she didn't want to wait anymore to be with Miroku, what if they were killed in battle, what if they never got to be together as husband and wife, what if...what if...what if. These thoughts raged through her mind every time she lay eyes on the monk who had stolen her heart.

" If you want to take your relationship with Miroku to the next level, then just tell him...he loves you ya know, just go for whatever it is that will make you happy.."

Kagome had said those exact words to her over a month ago, but what was it that she really wanted? " I want him...oh god, I want him more than ever..." her mind whispered even as her heart responded with its quicker pace as it fluttered within the walls of her chest, it's eratic beat stilling the restlessness of her soul. "Yes, I want him, more now than ever...but how do you tell someone something as delicate as this? " You can't just walk up to the man you've been in love with for years and say ' Miroku, I love you...make love to me..' No, he'd think she was some kind of wanton hussy... he'd like it...there was no doubt there, but it wasn't the way she wanted their first time to be remembered by either of them...'oh, what do I do...' she thought as her eyes gazed at the horizon...watching as the sun set, it's last bit of heavenly warmth being pulled away as it sank ever so slowly beneath the edge of land she had always called home, leaving a sultry breeze behind to murmur her name as it caressed her, soothing the aching muscles of her neck with gentle fingers as soft as silk, each massaging the tenseness from her, urging her to relax beneath them, to enjoy the peacefulness that had somehow seized her heart.

But somewhere deep inside she knew that it wasn't the breeze that whispered her name, that soothed her with a silky soft caress that she leaned into...Somewhere...deep inside her subconcious she knew that it was Miroku that massaged her, that relaxed her. She knew that it was her acceptance of her inner feelings, of the need she had long denied herself, that brought the peacefulness that now swelled within her...

She leaned further into his warmth, felt as his hands became more bold as they curved around the upper arch of her shoulders, the length of his fingers brushing across her collar bone as he gently nudged her head, encouraging it to lull to one side exposing her milky white skin to his appreciating gaze, his hands seperating the front of her shirt to slide it over the edge of her shoulders, exposing the upper swell of her breasts as his lips claimed a piece of her neck, his teeth nibbling softy before his tongue lightly grazed her skin causing a strangled gasp to burst forth from her parted lips as her head fell back to rest on his shoulder, allowing him even more access to the beautiful expanse of her neck as it gracefully fell to her shoulder.He gradually made his way to the front of her,silently watching the woman in front of him, her head thrown back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as her tongue darted out to moisten their dryness...and as his hands continued to lightly caress the front of her shoulders he leaned in slowly to press an open mouthed kiss to the upper swell of her left breast before trailing his tongue softly over her cleavage to press another open mouthed kiss to the right breast as well. Her hands came up reflexivly to grasp the front of his robes before splaying her fingers across the expanse of his broad, muscular chest...her head raising as she looked deep into the eyes of the man who loved her so tenderly. He sat before her, his eyes nearly black with unrestrained passion, as he gazed lovingly back at her...how she longed to pull the binding from his hair, to see him disheveled, instead of so refined. She reached up shyly, her fingers grasping the tie that securly held the length of his hair and tugged, watching as piece by piece each strand fell slowly to his shoulders, framing his handsome face in layers of midnight that had her fingers itching to bury themselves into its silky depths. And with only the slightest hesitation she leaned forward, straightening her body to sit directly on her knees, and buried her hands into the silky blackness of his hair, looking directly into his eyes, before catching his lips in a breathless kiss that shocked them both. "Love me Miroku...make me yours." she whimpered against his mouth ... she felt his lips turn up in a smile as genuine as time before hearing his hushed words of response."It would be my honor my love...I love you Sango, only you..."

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This was the sight that greeted Inuyasha and Kagome when they had gone in search of their friends to share the news of their baby, and after watching for a mere moment each smiled before turning and leaving their friends to their privacy...So instead they headed in the direction of the well, deciding to go and tell Kagome's 'mother' of her impending status as 'grandmother'. It was the night of the new moon, Inuyasha's time to become human, and the safest place for him on these nights was in Kagome's time. They jumped through the well together, Inuyasha holding Kagome gently as they landed on the other side of the well. Inuyasha stood quietly as the change took over, his long silver hair dissappearing as it's raven locks emerged, his fangs receding, his claws becoming blunt human fingernails. He sank to his knees, reaching to wrap his arms around Kagome's waist as he lay his head to rest on her belly as if trying to hear the movements of their unborn child...they stayed in the well like this,because in this moment, time had no meaning. Inuyasha sat on his knees loving the woman he held in his arms, as well as the child that lay wrapped within her womb...and Kagome stood looking down into the deep brown eyes of the man who had fathered her unborn baby, whose head still rested lovingly on her belly.

Sesshomaru sat silently inside the hut he shared with Rin. He sat staring at his hand, watching as each finger moved, as his wrist bent...He had removed his shirt so that he could see for himself the regrown arm that Kagome had given him. He had yet to thank her, though he knew that it was unnessesary.

He, Lord Sesshomaru sat so engulfed in his own thoughts that he failed to hear, or even smell Rin's arrival into their hut...

She stood silently, her eyes taking in the stunning beauty of the demon that sat before her. He was bare chested, his muscles well defined, each twitching in response to the movement he commanded from them. His shoulders were wide, the markings on his arms glowing faintly in the firelight, his long silver hair cascading down his back to follow the curve of his slender waist before pooling around him on the baren floor of the hut they shared. His eyes were wide, their golden orbs having a suprised look in them before once again becoming the expressionless...WHOA...dear god, his eyes...he was looking right at her, and in her embarrassment she turned and fled, not seeing the slow smile spread across his face...it had been her scent that had alerted him to her presence, that musky scent of need...the scent of arousal...his Rin wanted him, not as her guardian, but as her lover...as her mate. And he was absolutly certain that he would make her his own, his mate...as his demon already deamed her as such.

Naraku stood at the large window of the castle, his ink black hair blowing wildly in the wind, his eyes blazing with rage after having just learned the information his insects had collected for him. This was not supposed to happen. His demons were supposed to find the two girls and had failed continuously, and now after all these years of searching he learns that the two bitches had been under his nose this whole time, each being protected by the the only two demons who could very possibly pose a serious problem to his getting the the jewel shards from Kagome, as well as her very soul. He meant to have it, the full power of the Shikon Jewel... and he would destroy anything and anyone to get what he had searched so long for.He was going to destroy Inuyasha and Sesshomaru...and he would do it by taking from them the only thing that they seemed intent on protecting...their women, and the jewel fragments.

How was it guys...lots of fluff...I really wanted to add more fluffiness, since the story hasn't had nearly enough in the last couple of chapters...Please review...I love to hear from you all...and thanks again for your awesome reviews...