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Six months later…..
Yuki looked her share of mischievous with her mouth curled up in a smile showing off her little fangs while Kagome and Sesshomaru looked on. The baby's aura had become unstable from the time she was a month's old causing both parents to become alarmed and increasingly cautious.
In the months that followed her aura stabilized but it was unbalanced. When she was born the air around her was equally charged with reiki and youki, but that soon changed, and as the months passed her jyaki grew and somehow seemed to overpower or subdue her holy essences. The occurrence was baffling, because at birth she looked almost human in appearance except for her father's eyes and the feel of demonic influence around her from her mixed heritage.
Kagome was seated at the desk, her makeshift journal and some books spread before her. Her head bent, propped by the knuckles that grazed her temple. Her free hand lay on the parchment, and one of the slender writing brushes resting comfortably between her fingers. She looked totally engrossed in what she was doing, so much so that another man might have let her be. But Sesshomaru wasn't another man neither was he human, and the scent of female musk that wafted from his mate and into his nostrils tickled his appetite for sex.
Kagome didn't feel much for sex after the baby was born and he'd restrained himself knowing that she was apprehensive and a little scared. Although she did not voice those concerns to him, but on a strictly intellectual basis he knew that she did not want to become pregnant again too quickly, and the tasks that lie ahead dictates that they refrain from procreation, it would only hinder and slow their progress. He spoke softly in a seductive sort of whisper.
"Mate come to bed,"
Her head came up, eyes unfocused but for only a minute. Her knuckles left her face and studied his deeply for a few moments seeing the longing and the desire there as his eyes smoldered with heat. She allowed herself to think how much it meant to have a male like him, powerful, determined and so capable by her side in these dark, desperate times. A male who would help her, support her; whose strength would be used for good, to ease the path she decided on as much as he could. But one thing was certain in her mind and that was, they did not need another child at the moment.
Patiently, quietly he waited while she gazed upon him in thought. Hesitantly he'd hoped for a smile, but he didn't let its absence daunt him.
"Come by my side Kagome, I need you now."
Sesshomaru studied her thoughtfully when she did not answer or even make a move to come closer. "I understand," he said quietly, addressing the problem that was beginning to come between them. "I know that you do not desire to be with child now, and while I cannot promise you that it won't happen, I will restrain from giving you my seeds."
Kagome considered the assurance, and he was right, such things shouldn't come between them, but on the other hand contraceptives wasn't invented yet, and although they were precautionary methods that they could practice none of them were full proof.
Once pregnant she would never consider purification. Wishing it was as simple as it sounded in her head she folded the paper, closed the books, drank the last of the water left in the glass and got up. She was tired but that did not stop her because her mate needed her body as much as she needed his, although the reasons for the prolonged abstinence was sound, she could not deny him forever.
Padding softly to the bed she turned down the left side, sighed and went under the covers. The light chemise she wore was her only covering, and for the first time since she and Sesshomaru became intimate, she felt utterly small and vulnerable next to him.
He removed her night clothes gently and then undressed himself. He moved an inch closer.
"I am pleased that you are this one's mate," she nodded, unable to speak in the face of his sheer and utter magnetism. She never knew anything like it and was intrigued by the magnetism itself as by the male; and it was torturous staying away from his touch for so long in spite of her unease.
"Kagome…" his voice was huskier.
He lifted his hand, held it by her cheek as he looked deep into her innocent face and eyes, then touched her skin. It was kissed by the sun, cooled by the wind and smooth like the endless sky.
"Tell me you don't want this and I will stop," he said softly, as he could see the glimmer of doubt lingering in her orbs.
"I want you but…" she breathed. His fingers had slid into her thick tresses and were stroking the long and silky layers. "I am afraid that I am not thinking," he had to smile at that, a smile of equal parts sadness, affection and love.
The Kagome he knew in his heart would want him and any children they fostered wholeheartedly, but cruelty, power and vindictiveness by others had made her hesitant, she did not want to conceive again because of fear.
I am afraid I am not thinking. Her refrain bothered him but it was so correct.
"If you're not thinking I may take advantage of you," At that moment Kagome felt the need for her mate burst through the doubts like a flood. She was aware of the trembling of her knees, the palpitations in her chest and the currents of desire creeping in her belly.
However, she didn't recognize the wispy sound of her voice. "If you're going to take advantage of me then you'd better hurry," she dashed off a broken whisper. "If you wait, I'll start thinking, and if I do that I might say no."
"I'll hurry." he said, but he didn't. He couldn't.
There was too much to sense and to savor, like the feel of her face when he brought his other hand to frame it, the softness of her lips when he slid his thumbs across them, the scent of wildflowers and fruit when he closed his eyes and pressed his nose to her throat.
Then his thumbs receded, and his mouth fell to her lips and he tasted her, it was a taste like no other. She was a delicacy, sweet, not cherries but peach, he kissed her slowly. Her lips were ripe smooth and full. He sucked them languorously, shaping them to his mouth, shifting them around to appreciate every nuance of their form. His breath was coming unevenly as Kagome kissed him back fully; he paused for the quickest of gasps before returning for more.
Kagome shuddered when his tongue slid into the depths of her mouth; her arms were around his waist, her hands clutching his firm body. She needed support because her limbs had grown fluid, and Sesshomaru's superb body provided a semblance of stability.
She didn't think about what she was doing as she pressed herself closer. What he was doing felt so good that she was incapable of thought? His tongue filled her mouth again, sending a swelling sensation through the rest of her body. That spreading pressure was inciting, as was the gentle strength of his probing.
"Kagome?" He lifted her face to his. He knew that his voice sounded gruff and the gruffness was spawned by need. He took her mouth in another mind numbing kiss, while warm fingers met her naked breast, and his own body was the one to jerk. She gulped for air.
"Are you ready mate?" he asked, his voice raspy.
"Yes," she muttered.
His hips were moving slowly against hers, finding the niche that her weakened thighs had instinctively spread and offered.
"I love you Sesshomaru, I really do," she said as an overwhelming sensation seized her.
"I know," was his reply.
With the convulsive lowering of his head he opened his mouth over her heavy breast.
His tongue laved the swollen flesh and then homed in to lick the stilted chest. Within seconds he had her screaming as he drew each nipple into his mouth and suckled. His breath sent tingles through her breasts and far deeper where it settled, pulsed and clenched her womanhood. There was so much more that she wanted; she ached with need for this type of completion that only he could give.
He moaned, "Mmmph" softly, and then raised his head until it was on a level with hers. "I do love you," he whispered hoarsely, "so much that I cannot get enough…and it isn't lust alone…I need to be a part of you."
She nodded dumbly by the convictions in his voice as he told her how much she meant to him.
His hand cupped her cheek as her eyes glossed over, while his hips thrust gently, rhythmically against her.
"Do you need me Kagome," he asked harshly and she responded. "Yes…yes I need you." She clutched his arms and her head fell to the side, eyes squeezed shut from the sweetest of pain as he entered her slowly.
He was watching her, loving the way her lips parted, the way her breaths came in spurts, the way her features were tight in pleading as he stroked her insides with his massive girth.
"Tight… wonderful…Aahh!" he groaned while Kagome held onto him for dear life.
Carefully he withdrew, and then speedily he speared her through setting a quick pace with stabbing strokes. There were no more coherent words only moans and groans and the slapping of flesh on flesh. Passion was a heady and sometimes overwhelming feelings and sensations.
Sesshomaru hasten the pace, Kagome matched it, and raising her knees she urged him deeper. The fires of passion burnt brighter setting them ablaze before erupting into multiple burst of blinding lights, leaving them panting, gasping and clinging to each other then collapsing in a heap of sweat-licked arms, legs and torso.
They hardly fell asleep when the baby's demonic aura totally enveloped her holy ones. Springing to their feet and only able to grab a robe each they literally raced to the baby's room. And that's how they came to be staring down on her smiling face for over an hour.
As they watched they could feel as Yuki's holy energies became dormant while the demonic ones moved to the fore. They watched transfixed as the baby transformed before their eyes. Black hair became white and silky, rounded ears became elfish, and tiny claws pushed out from her fingers and toes. At the end of the change the smiling baby fell asleep leaving both parents wondering.
None said a word, because they had no way of knowing that this could happen. The nurse came to check on the baby and to relieve the parents so that they could go back to bed.
As they both lie awake with half of Kagome's body draped across Sesshomaru's lazily, she voiced her thoughts.
"I don't understand…Why did she turn into a full youkai?"
He could hear the concern and might he add worry in her tone. But he believed he knew the answer to their daughter's unexpected change.
"Do not worry Kagome, the infant is fine." Kagome didn't know how she felt about that, she had to worry because this could be a bad sign, nevertheless, she responded.
"Tell me Sesshomaru, why I shouldn't worry?"
Slowly he pulled Kagome up along with himself to sit.
"I believe," he began quietly, "our child has an innate ability to contain her demonic half, unlike Inuyasha that needs father's sword to calm his raging beast, Yuki's demonic energies build up over time, subdues her holy half, and the result is as we see, she transforms.
Kagome's eyes followed Sesshomaru's lips as he'd spoken, while realization slowly dawned on her. "Oh Kami!" she exclaimed. "So Yuki will spend half of every year as a full demon, and the other half as a hanyou. How is that possible?"
Sesshomaru's voice had a weary quality to it when he began to speak again, maybe he was tired, or maybe he was trying to stay calm for his mate because the circumstance was a bit strange.
"My brother turns human on the night of the full moon; our daughter will have no such weaknesses. Your powers as well as mine have enabled her to have full control over her energies, when they are at their lowest she is hayou and have great holy powers, over time the demonic half grows and when they are at their highest, to house it she transforms."
Having taken several deep, if surreptitious breath that brought her pulse back to normal, Kagome was inclined to believe her mate. There was no other logical explanation, the baby's demonic aura kept climbing for almost six months, and they were worried that it would ultimately overtake and harm her. She breathes a sigh of relief, now they would have one less thing to worry about.
Large warm hands pulled her close and even warmer lips kissed her cheek. "Let us rest," the smooth baritone of her mate instructed. Sighing softly she responded, "Ok."