Title: Feelings
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestive sexual situations)
c. 2005, edit 2010
*This was inspired by Mikaila's art on Kumo no Su. If you're familiar with it, it should become pretty clear as you read.
His arms were around her, and she craned her neck, offering him a throat he couldn't help but lavish. His lips trailed small, nibbling kisses up to her ear, his hand tangling in her loose hair. His legs twined with hers in his kesa, softening the table that was their bed. Their clothes, their hair mingled with paintbrushes, inks, and papers, and the smell of old books. She gasped as her yukata fell open and his lips traveled down her collarbone. She wanted to stop him, to push him and his troublesome lips away, but she found she could only press her lips to his jaw, wrap her arms around his neck, and fumble with the knots on his robes.
I want to share all things with you.
She caught her breath as his hand, followed by his mouth, found her breasts. We shouldn't be doing this.
I don't care.
What if—
I don't want to leave you behind. But I am scared of this, Sango. Of us.
Her nails dug into his back as she gave in to his impassioned advances, kissing him desperately.
It feels like the universe, when we move like this.
You are trembling.
I love you.
She would be with him in the end. The kazaana sealed her fate just as surely as it sealed his.