I guess that I don't need that though
She looked at his key and wanted to throw it away, but she slowly put it in junk drawer. They had a lifetime to live and she was sure at some point they would talk again.
She really could not avoid him forever. Just long enough to realize he didn't need her.
Her apartment was lonely and her mind's eye liked to tease her with flashbacks. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she could not be completely mad at him.
She knew the agreement and agreed. She just thought at some point that maybe he would crave her too, her his only drug. God, how the mighty have fallen.
This was a mess. Inuyasha was probably laughing at them right now, she could hear him call her stupid, she really missed him.
She was very tempted to go through the well and grab him, but then he would miss out on the life he had made. He had kids, she knew them, they knew her, she could not do that.
He didn't need that.
She talked to the one she thought would and could make it here into coming. This was her bed, and now she had to lie in it, as her grandfather would say. Damn, she was getting old. Well maybe not, but she felt a lot older than 24, that for was for sure.
It was 10 and she was ready for bed already. So, she put the only thing on that, to her, still smelled like him.
His socks, those underwear, and that sweater. He actually hated the sweater, teased her once about it. Why cat and not dog, she teased him back and said she liked cats better. Of course, he showed her why she should like dogs more. Kagome smirked that the thought. She would get the dog one tomorrow.
She laid down on her empty bed and stared at the window. She wished it would rain, it would help her sleep. She blinked a few times. She couldn't lie, she wished he would come through that door and just be there. She would give in to him, of that she was sure. Her love for him was harder than her anger.
But he was probably with someone else. The enemy or the idiot girl.
Why did she know that? Because he wasn't here.
Sesshomaru was not a beggar, he never would be, not even for her.
Oh, time had changed him but not that much. Love, he still didn't need that. A slow tear fell and she rolled onto her tummy and dug her face into her pillow.
Sesshomaru stood outside her door, hiding his aura and glared at it. She left without saying goodbye or anything, that was not polite. He shouldn't even be there.
He looks at his watch, its midnight and he knows she's asleep. He goes in with the stealth he had back when he was younger. He stands over her, looking over her sleeping body. Even in her sleep, she's beautiful. He wants nothing more than to shed his clothing and turn her over and mold into her. But he just stands. She does miss him, she's wearing his socks and he can smell her tears.
Why must she act like that? Like a child? She was a woman. A full-grown, beautiful, rare, untouchable woman.
He made her a woman. She should be his.
He fucked her like she was.
This was so bad, his beast wanted her too. This was bad, his hands itched to touch her, his heart beat louder as his eyes glided over her skin, teasing him. His manhood begged to be let out, to find its warmth that only she could give.
It was his agreement, she had agreed to it, but now they didn't have one. Did they even need one?
To hell with it, he didn't, not that kind anyway.
He stepped to move closer and stalled.
His eyes moved to her neck, he could see her heartbeat against the vein and the call was so strong he thought he may growl.
Mate a human? A miko?
The two things that caused the downfall to his stoic behavior? The cause of his father's death, the cause of his brothers? The cause of the decline of his own kind?
He stopped when she moved, she turned over and his eyes went to her midsection.
Their children would be half-breeds.
She moaned and he closed his eyes, he didn't need this right now.
No, he wasn't thinking straight because it had been far too long since he touched her. She was so close, he could reach out and touch her, but he backed away. Maybe a break was good for them?
He could admit he cared, he could admit he craved her and he could admit that she could have her way with him at a moment notice. He could admit that the thought of another touching her sparked a blaze with the wrong kind of desire, the desire he once indulged in when he still had a sword. There would be no promises that he wouldn't even now.
But he was not ready to admit he loved her.
He could not deny, however, looking at her now, at her midsection that he didn't deeply, darkly desire to release within her in hopes that she would get pregnant.
That alone was scary for him. He had not even had the desire to have pups. Never crossed his mind in the slightest with any demoness he screwed and while it was a fleeting pause when they first coupled, it was a raging wildfire in him now.
That scared him and Sesshomaru was never, ever scared.
They would be half-breeds. The thing he hated so much, the thing he called vile and tainted.
How could he do that to her? She was pure, and she was love and they would one day die.
He could not do that to her. She didn't need that.
So, as quickly as he went in, he went out.
Well that was deep! Yes im tooting my own horn here toot toot!