A/N: I know I'm supposed to finish my other fics. And I have started to write another one in my trusty mac, another one filled with angst. :( I need to stop torturing them both.
Kind of a lemon ahead, so be warned. And I (just) know you'll gasp at the end of this chapter, ("how could you?!" You'll tell me, ;P) I'll try to upload the next as soon as it is ready, I just feel this is the right flow. :)
(Spoiler:And for this chapter, the answer to her question will be revealed on the next update. ;) )
Summer Solstice
Lately you have been asking me
The same question, over and over again…
"Why do you hold back when others are around?" The Shrine Girl asked, when she was pulling out the weeds from the lily bed that they planted by the shallow river.
"Why do you ask?" He answered, tilting his head towards her. Lazily he leaned on the nearby tree. His brows met in annoyance, as his gaze was intent on his woman.
She turned to him and offered him a bright smile. "I just thought, Yumi and her lover… I see them hold hands, he whispers to her sweet nothings…
Aren't all lovers supposed to do that? I wish you would do that to me too…" she pouted.
I know the answer.
But Kagome… you will never know.
Sesshomaru scoffed. "I despise blatant displays of affection. It only provides a false sense of security, what are you trying to prove and to whom?" He ran his hands through his hair. "The others, they have nothing to do with us and our love." Sesshomaru's breath was suddenly knocked out of his lungs-
The girl had engulfed him in a tight embrace.
"I had been wondering…" she whispered, "If you chose me because you truly loved me, or you felt obligated to, because of what happened on this river."
Sesshomaru's grip on her waist grew tighter. "Why would you say that?"
She dug her face into the crook of his neck. "Sesshomaru… you never really said anything to me about how you felt…"
I can't… tell you.
I'm sorry.
He looked away. "If words are your only basis of such complex emotions, then you really are as immature as I thought you still were."
The girl stiffened, and she fell silent for a long time. "I'll wait." She finally said, "I'll wait… until you say those three words to me out loud, until you won't be ashamed to hold my hand when other people are around." She pulled away slightly, and the Inuyoukai was surprised to see she held a smile on her lips. "I know you do, deep inside you are hopelessly in love with me," she proclaimed cheekily, "You're just too embarrassed to say it. Am I right?"
No… I'm not embarrassed…
That's not the real reason,
The Inu scoffed again, a brow quirking upward. "You are one confident little brat," Sesshomaru chuckled, leaning over to nip at her ears. The woman laughed as she slipped away from his grasp, and stopped herself on the edge of the river.
She took a deep breath, and turned to Sesshomaru.
The sun's rays glistened as it hit the water, creating little golden sparkles behind her miko-clad form. The fiery red leaves of the Japanese Maple rained on her warm, sheltering presence, and the wind sang a distant lullaby that reminded him of the day she first confessed to him.
With a heavy, pretty flush of red to her cheeks, Kagome's eyes connected with his.
"I love you, Sesshomaru," She said, and he sat there, unable to think, overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions those simple three words brought down on him.
"Please listen,
Because I want you to know this,
Because I need you to always remember. I love you."
The Inu stood up, and Kagome smiled, her pretty blush getting heavier as he slowly stepped, closer and closer to her, "I will love you until my bones grow brittle,
I will love you until my last breath…
If in this life we end up losing each other,
I will find you in the next… "
It is… This… fear in me…
That is growing deep inside,
"And then I will love you more,
Until my soul exhausts, until I am but a remnant of this fleeting world."
He wrapped her in his arms, her warmth overwhelming his senses, her proclamations intoxicating his soul. "Stupid Shrine Girl. What is all this melodrama about?" He kissed her forehead, and she giggled when he lurched down, his breath tickling her neck. And he pulled her closer, his lips claiming hers. The woman sighed as she relaxed in his hold, as his hands ran through the silken strands of her ebony hair.
I will never tell my secret…
Kagome, you will never know.
He crushed her body against his until there was no possible space between them left. And his tongue danced against hers, attempting to satisfy this terrible thirst that he knew only she could quench.
She moaned, protesting his sudden roughness, and that horrible fire ran through his spine, spreading across his body. She involuntarily giggled when he tried to nip at her ears again, and she pushed away.
"Stop," she said in between laughs, but the Inu was not quite done. He pulled her closer and nipped at her neck this time, and she flinched in reflex.
Her foot slipped at the smooth stone they were standing on, and the pair realized they were falling backwards.
A loud splash bounced through the hidden nook of the forest, and Sesshomaru opened his eyes, his gaze immediately settling on his woman. "Are you alright?!"
She squirmed underneath him and he pulled away, supporting her to stand. And once she did, he had to take two steps back. The fire that invaded him flared inside his consciousness, consuming him, affecting his vision. He had to blink several times as his instincts seized his sanity and enchained his limbs.
"Sesshomaru, are you okay?" She stepped forward but he stepped back.
"I… I am," he rasped. His throat hurt, and his fingers twitched.
His woman was right in front of him, soaking wet from the premature plunge. The silks that covered her were drenched, sticking on her skin, conforming so sensually to her hidden curves that he now was able to see.
"Kagome," he could only say, as he helplessly reached out to her, his hands itching terribly so, the fire inside him throbbing into feverous heights he thought he would shrivel from the sickening heat. "Kagome," he mumbled, as he pulled her close and his lips came crashing against hers. She moaned when his hands slipped into the folds of her haori, and his fingers finally found the edges of her breast binds.
"S-Sesshomaru…" she croaked, when he suddenly pulled the cloth down, "I feel… strange," she gasped when his hands finally touched forbidden skin.
I want you to feel me,
Feel none other than me,
He cupped one breast on his bare hands, feeling the weight, heavy on his fingers, soft and smooth as he had imagined. Her knees gave way and she lost her strength. He eased her to the knee-depth river, settling her on his lap. And he slid his other hand inside her haori, to fondle the other neglected mound of soft flesh.
"Sesshomaru," she sighed, her fingers digging deep into his hair, trying to stabilize her teetering world,
I want to be… buried deep inside of you…
That you feel only me,
That you live and breathe my name…
He felt her tip peak, the moment his thumb brushed the sensitive nub. And she sat there, her lips parted in a sigh, her eyes absently watching the patches of golden light that were peeking through the canopy of the fire trees as she allowed him to continue his ministrations, kneading her soft flesh that was heating up in his touch.
Because that is how I feel about you.
She whimpered as he started to part her haori, and his hand slid lower, towards soft curls and softer, wet skin…
"Onee-san!" Souta's voice drifted through the towering trees, "Sesshomaru-sama! Are you guys here?" and that was enough to snap them both from the spell they were in. He pulled away and he closed her haori. She slumped on his form like a limp doll, arms around his shoulders, overwhelmed by the encounter.
And the answer to your question…
My woman, I will never tell.
The daiyoukai was exhausted, restraining himself and his lust for his Shrine Girl the entire day. Short encounters in the hallways. Subtle touches when they parted after meals. Her little laughs, her adorable pouts.
And there was the memory of them in the river, two days ago, of her soft, wet skin…
Her little gasps when he fondled her stiffened nubs, as he kneaded through her bare, generous breasts…
Two days. Only two days into the week and the feverish fire had not been doused for the poor Inu. His jaw clenched in restraint, as he tried to hold back his grunts that would surely echo against the wooden hallways of the old Higurashi mansion.
When she slumped against him, those soft mounds crushed against his chest, and when she readjusted herself, the cloth that stuck to her skin rubbed against him,
His breathing paced faster. Sweat ran down his bare chest. His grip on his hardened cock tightened, as he stroked the sensitive head, slowly towards the base. The image of her slick, wet skin rubbing against his stuck in his mind.
Her breasts crushed against his body… what would it feel… without her haori on? What would it feel… with her underneath him,
His hands stroked faster, pulling his skin with his palms, the sweet friction making him hiss in frustration as he thought of her sweet lips moaning out his name. Then the world suddenly flashed, as his thick seed carelessly spilled out, dripping down his arm, onto the immaculately clean sheets.
Sesshomaru breathed out his relief when a sharp knock on the door jolted him to his senses. Before he could pull his hakama up, the reason for his nightly torture was on the doorway- with her a half-full basket of dirty clothes on her hands.
"Sesshomaru-sama, good evening." She bowed lightly, and stepped inside his room. "Do you have any clothes that need washing for tomorrow?" Her nose scrunched up, as she felt the air around her. "Your youki… it's all over the place. Is there anything wrong?"
The daiyoukai could only stare at her, too stunned at her entry and her nonchalant reaction. Did she not realize he had no pants on?
And then it hit him, and he wanted to slap his hand at his forehead for being such an idiot.
She cannot see. She is blind.
He could hear her frustrated sigh. "Now how am I supposed to finish this chore and go to sleep, if you just stand there and not help me?" she strode past him and sat on the floor, on the side of his bed, placing the basket beside her. "Stupid Sesshomaru-sama,"
His eyes flew wide as she leaned against the mattress, "Shrine Girl-" he snapped, but before he could pull her away, her hand rested on a certain part of the floor…
On the side of the bed…
That specific side where his seed spilled in great amounts on his sheets, that dripped to the floor below.
Kagome held her hand up to her face, her unseeing eyes darkening, her brows meeting in confusion. Her face was in a frown as she tried to comprehend what that… wet thing… was, that had stuck to her hand and started running down her arms. "Eh? What is this?" She sniffed the substance,
and Sesshomaru stiffened.
"You're keeping food in here?" His fatally naive Shrine Girl tilted her head, and he watched as if everything was in slow motion…
Her little pink tongue darted out to take a taste.
She pulled away and grimaced. And she could not see, right in front of her was the Daiyoukai, standing motionless as if in a heavy spell, his eyes teetering from gold to red.
"How… does it taste like?" He asked huskily, backing away from her, slowly towards the open door. She remained to squat by the bed, an innocent pout on her lips as she struggled to find the exact words.
"It tastes… strange…"
Strange. That very word she used to describe how she felt when he touched her in the river. And his fingers tingled at the memory of the sensation, the fire slowly burning up inside him again. And he felt that familiar ache in his nether regions, and he cursed the full moon outside the window, as it spilled in his dark room, illuminating their figures.
It was telling him it was summer solstice… that it was the peak of his mating clock. The cries of the cicadas reminded him he was alone with the woman he loved, who was not completely his yet…
"Do you want to know… where that strange thing came from?" He asked, and she paused, hesitating with his tone. The heat of the summer night sweltered around them, and he staggered from his feet like a drunk, intoxicated by the scent of his woman so close to him, dizzy with her presence and nervous energy.
"I…" she hesitated, and he cast his head down, hiding his face with the shade of his blinding white hair. He knew she could not see, but this was embarrassing, what he was about to demand from her:
"Say yes." He pleaded, a desperation in his voice that made the woman hold her breath, "I beg you, Kagome. Say yes."
He watched as a pretty blush rose on her cheeks, and his love for her swelled inside him that he thought he would drown.
"Y-yes," she finally answered.
Sesshomaru closed the door behind him, and it clicked audibly, signaling it was locked.
And it left him and his chosen woman alone in the room, and he strode towards her, with only the moonlight to guide his drunken vision.