The Isle of Virote
Chapter One
Taboo
Kikyou pulled the creamy gauze of her night robe tighter and twisted the material around her fist so that it concealed the pale flesh of her abdomen. This wasn't the first time that the youkai lord had made her feel unwelcome. Leaving the governance of newly acquired territory in the hands of a traitor did not sit well with any of them. Most likely, Sesshoumaru would have followed the same actions even if the Circle members had approved of what was promised to her.
Had her sister been right?
Was she naïve to trust him?
Trust? Me? Trust him? She shook her head as she stepped onto the gold-plated lift. She pressed a crystal button. Her gray eyes glazed over, not seeing the passing floors, as she contemplated their relationship.
Code name: Onigumo. The old court of Hishell had known him as Naraku. It was Naraku that had attracted her. He was a spy of some sort. She didn't know to whom exactly. His origins were unknown. She didn't know what lord he served or where and she didn't care. There was something so unbelievably raw about him that she couldn't make her care. He was dangerous in a way that was dark, seductive; much like the men in those trashy romance novels her sister used to read.
Did she still read them?
Kikyou made a mental note to ask her on the next visit.
Her thoughts turned to Naraku as she stepped off the lift and opened the door to her temporary chambers. Thoughts that caused her breath to quicken and her flesh to warm. Suddenly her gauzy robe and the thin material she wore under it seemed too hot, too heavy. She untwisted the material that was around her fist and clawed at the material that covered unconcealed flesh. She was parting hard when it finally fluttered to the floor, ripped in several places. The phantom fingers, from a place deep in her memories, were running over her sensitized flesh.
"Thinking of me?"
Her eyes were glazed when she raised them to find him standing on the balcony. His stance was cocky. From the way he leaned again the marble rail to the way his arms crossed over his bare chest to the smirk that graced pale lips that could be sinful in their coldness. She hated it. Hated him and the need that he stirred inside her.
Yet she couldn't deny it. Couldn't deny him.
It had been much too long since his last visit.
"Bastard," she rasped, "you stayed away on purpose." Kikyou sauntered over to him, the need—the desire—threatening to tear her apart. All he wore was a loin clothe. "Come here."
Does this chapter seem a little short to anyone? Well there's a reason for that. That's right I finally stopped blushing enough to write what I didn't have the guts the write for the middle of DGL. Lemon! This one may leave you with a bit of a sour feeling, but it's necessary in defining their relationship. I imagined they were completely different people instead of Naraku and Kikyou when I wrote it.It was slightly nasueating to write.Check the link on my bio and LJ for the full chapter.
