None of the characters in this fic are mine… I'm sure we all wish they belonged to us, but nope. 

A/N: This is kinda a short chapter… I have to warn you that Sesshoumaru has both arms, just so that there isn't future confusion. I know it's kind of creating a plot hole… because I hate it when things happen like that but it's never explained how it happened, if that makes sense… Maybe I'll try to work it in later… maybe… Enjoy!

Sango ran into the forest, forgetting all the risks of being alone in a forest, at night. She wasn't sure how long she was running for, she could feel herself growing tired, she couldn't see where she was going. Blinded by tears, she began to stumble, but she didn't care. She also didn't see the large root sticking out of the ground. Her foot collided with it and she could feel herself begin to fall. It seemed to her to go in slow motion. This is going to hurt… A white streak went by her and she felt herself, for the second time, fall into the arms of Sesshoumaru.

"Didn't you know that you shouldn't run in a strange forest alone?"

She looked up at him "Well I wasn't alone was I?." she snapped at him.

He cracked a small smile. "No, I guess not."

"You were right about him…"

He nodded "I know, you had to find out for yourself."

"This doesn't mean that I'm just going to give in to you now, you know…"Sango began to cry. "that bastard… he's been doing this all along but I've been too blind, no, I've been too stupid to see it."

She covered her face in her hands and into his chest. For the time Sesshoumaru felt uncomfortable. All his life he worked on never showing emotion. Even as a child, he wasn't concerned with silly emotions or other people. But now she was crying, her body shaking with each sob in his arms, and he felt uncomfortable. He just continued holding her until she got a hold of herself.

She looked at him again, ashamed that he saw her like this. She would be ashamed if anyone saw her like this. "I'm sorry…" she tried to back off but he wouldn't let her. The odd thing was that she didn't want him to let go. It felt right to her.

"If you want I'll kill him for you." Even though she knew he was just kidding (she hoped) she was flattered that he was trying to make her feel better.

"Don't even suggest that, I'll be too tempted." He chuckled at this and tightened his grip. He lifted her chin with one hand, bent down and kissed her, more deeply than last time. Her hands clutched at the soft material of his kimono. He could hear her heartbeat intensify as did the kiss. The hand that was on her chin trailed to her cheek, down to her neck, lightly dragging his claws across her skin and she shivered.

She found herself suddenly wondering what it would feel like to have those claws all over her body. Her hands began slowly roaming over his chest. She could feel his muscles ripple and harden under his clothes; she followed the lines of his chest as his hand went further down, and slipped inside her kimono, sliding it off her shoulder. He broke their breathless kiss and trailed more kisses down her neck, following the trail from his claws, as he kissed her he took in her scent and tasted her. She smelled like springtime, and her taste was sweet. He slid the kimono off her other shoulder. He kissed up and down her shoulder, smelling her sweet, wonderful smell. He blew softly on the spots where he kissed and listened to her moan softly. Now he was getting anxious, their hearts were beating loudly at almost at a deafening level for him but he didn't care. He felt as though his nerves were about to snap from trying to restrain himself.

SNAP

"Sango?"

Ooooooh… what happened? . THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!