Chapter Three: Intimate Moments
Sesshomaru awoke a few hours later by a small fox demon cuddling up between him and Rin. He gave Shippo a piercing glare and the fox pup gave him a "please-forgive-me-you-oh-so-much-more-powerful-than-me-demon" smile. Sesshomaru looked to where Shippo had been sleeping alongside Kagome and Inuyasha. There was only a pile of blankets.
"Where are they, kitsune?" he whispered.
Shippo frowned. "My name is 'Shippo', not 'kitsune'!" he whispered venomously.
"Fine, Shippo, where are they?" he retorted through gritted fangs.
"How should I know? I woke up about ten minutes ago and they were sneaking out of the tent holding hands. I figured I could just sneak over and sleep here, by Rin," Shippo whined.
"Very well. Keep an eye on her. I shall return shortly." Sesshomaru uncovered himself and quietly left the tent.
My filthy, half breed brother had better not have skulked off with his wench in tow to destroy Naraku! I will have his head if that is the case! Koga and his underlings can fight over the leftovers . . . Sesshomaru stalked their tracks of slightly indented patches in the grass and undergrowth. Their path did not seem to be heading for Naraku's palace, so Lord Sesshomaru relaxed slightly. So, he has a brain after all. He reached to push a cluster of low hanging branches out of his way when he heard Kagome's voice.
"Inuyasha!" she gasped.
Sesshomaru stopped, giving new meaning to "silent as the grave." His hand still rested upon the branches as he listened. He heard movement, and Inuyasha groan, "Kagome." Sesshomaru slowly moved a single, small, leafy branch aside with his index finger to clear his view.
By Kami!
His amber eyes reflected the image of Inuyasha and Kagome in each other's most passionate of embraces and moving to the very rhythm of nature's act of love and creation. Sesshomaru let the branch spring back into its place, turned on his heel, and walked back to the tent. Outside by the dying embers of the fire sat Geist. Her pale skin gleamed under the moon light and long red tendrils of hair curled and spilled messily over her shoulders pooling at her sides. Wrapped in her sleep crinkled black robe she seems as a ghost in the late night moon light. His footsteps caught her attention and she turned to Sesshomaru curiously.
"You seem surprised," he thought he saw both of her eyes black, "but not by me." He stared blankly at her still trying to process seeing his brother and his wench in their intimate moment.
"It is not wise to pry telepath," he replied flatly.
"I need not be a telepath to tell," She smirked, "the look in your eyes told me everything. Not to mention I can sense the youki of Inuyasha and Kagome not far from here so I can only guess what you saw them doing which would shock even you." Her lips curled into a teasing smile.
"What my brother does with his wench is none of my concern," Sesshomaru left her and returned inside the tent.
Once he returned inside he encountered many questions from Shippo. "Did you find them? Are they hurt? What are they doing?"
At that question Sesshomaru simply commanded, "Shippo, tomorrow Kagome will smell different but she will not know it. You must not say anything about it."
"Why?"
His hair almost stood on end, "Just don't speak of it! My order is enough!"
Shippo gave him that "you're lame" look (that he's so good at) and just grumbled, "Geez, okay. I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Good. Now go to bed." Moments later Geist stepped back into the tent and curled next to her brother not bothering to acknowledge Sesshomaru on her way.
The young kitsune, too young and innocent (not to mention smart) to know better, did not press the matter with Lord Sesshomaru and simply went back to sleep, absentmindedly petting Rin's hair. Moments later Geist stepped back into the tent and curled next to her brother not bothering to acknowledge Sesshomaru on her way, also going back to sleep. However, Lord Sesshomaru lay awake.
What new complications will this bring about? Every demon nose in this contraption will be able to smell the fact that she mated with my brother . . . ugh, how nauseating . . . The wolf will not be pleased with this. This Sesshomaru does not care whose feelings are hurt, so long as we still have enough hands to defeat Naraku. I will kill InuYasha if I had to swallow my pride and join with them for nothing! All of this hangs on whether or not that damned wolf can let go of a human! The alliance may fall apart . . . and it will all be for one night of blind passion. How pathetic . . .
Damn you, Inuyasha . . .
As if on cue, Sesshomaru heard a pair of footsteps nearing the tent. He feigned sleep as Inuyasha and Kagome crept back into the tent. They slowly made their way back to their spot and settled down quietly. Sesshomaru could smell the remnants of their mating. Inuyasha's scent was all over the girl … it would be forever.
Soon, Inuyasha and Kagome's soft, measured breathing joined the others' while Sesshomaru stared at the canvas ceiling.