I do not own Inuyasha and if you think I do then you need to have the crap kicked out of you...I do how ever claim the characters I've created. R&R please.
It was nighttime now. The dark sky, empty, save for a handful of twinkling stars and a bright red moon. The celestial body wept a crimson hue across the western land, bathing two pale bodies in the eerie moonlight.
A cool, gentle breeze drifted over their sleek skin, still damp with sweat from their previous bout of lovemaking. A slender yet masculine claw pushed a few wisps of her silky black hair out of her flushed face, his thumb gently gliding over her soft pink lips. Her deep brown eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch of her lover. She snuggled closer to her demon lord, nuzzling her face into his warm fuzzy tail. As she drifted off to sleep, his single arm tightened around her waist possessively, hugging her to him.
Sesshoumaru raised his golden eyes to the vast and unending heavens, taking in the moon and all of her splendor and glory. He could recall countless times of when he was a boy staring up at the sky, the moon was so big and so close he could just reach out and pluck it from the starry sea.
Those were one of many happy moments . . . before his mother had died anyway. Sesshoumaru nuzzled into his love's neck, taking in her sweet sakura blossom scent, momentarily blocking out the painful memory. He thought back to his father and how he had simply replaced her with that filthy human. 'Hypocrite,' he thought, 'your father lies with a human princess you consider filth and the human you hold in arms . . . ' Looking back now, he realized that his father was lonely and, he supposed, lucky to have found another woman that had made him as happy as his mother had.
His mind focused on one of the images that floated around in his head, a little girl, so adorable and full of energy, no more than eight. He wondered who she was and what had become of her. He tried to think back to when he had first met this woman he now held in his arms, but these memories too were hazy. It irked him that he was unable to recall anything but a few images of the past few years. Whatever it was that kept him from remembering his past was important, like something big had happened, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
He inhaled her scent again. His clawed hand slowly sliding up her side, making her shiver, till it rested on her breast, his thumb lazily stroking her nipple. She awoke to his loving caresses. "Again," she asked teasingly.
"The joys of a demon's sex drive and stamina. Are you up for it?"
"Just as long as I don't have to wake up." Sesshoumaru chuckled silently to himself as he nuzzled into her neck, licking the spot where her neck and shoulder met. He was so tempted to mark her as his, but he knew that neither of them were ready. But one day he promised himself, she would be his mate. And he could wait as long as it took. He wrapped his lone arm around her once again before drifting off to the land of dreams.