Title: My First
Author: Nicluv1787
Rating: M
Genre: Romance, Angst(ish)
CU/AU: CU (pre-canon)
Prompt: Loyalty
Characters: Young Kaede, Inuyasha
Words: 557
Summary: She waited and watched.
Warnings: Sexual references.
A/N: mmm this is more of my unhealthy obsession with young Kaede/ Inuyasha.
She waited and watched; her loyalty unfaltering as she watched the ageless hanyou sleep. How many years; time seemed to slip her by. Old wounds healed, pains forgiven. Time turned in its endless cycle as he slept. And she, she was by his side. She watched over him, his unchanging form. She grew from damaged child, to comely woman. A would be beautiful face marred by a sightless eye. She was a young miko now, protector of the village, a symbol of purity.
If only they knew, if only they could understand the impure thoughts that tainted her. It had started innocently enough, as most girls her age did, she became aware of the change in her body, the swelling of breasts, the curve of her hips. The monthly bleeding that marked her as a woman. She saw the village boys, the way they watched her through their bangs. She marked their appreciative glances, but to her they were just boys, they were not him.
Him with his, molten eyes of gold, she could still remember, his soft silvery hair, those lips relaxed in sleep. How tantalizing they looked. He was what consumed her thoughts; he was what kept her up panting at night her fumbling fingers reaching for a climax.
He was unattainable, maybe that was part of his allure. Or perhaps, it was reaching, grasping, for a piece of the past, reclaiming what could never be undone. Whatever it was, that was what she wanted.
She had dreams of him; oh the dreams were the worst. He would enter her hut at night, backlight by stars his silver hair would shine ethereal in the moonlight. She would be waiting for him, her body aching for his touches. Then he would drop down to her, his feather light touches igniting her skin. His lips captured hers, steaming and wanton, her hands tangled up in his hair pulling him close, feeling his heart beat with hers. How she ached for his touch, for his kiss on her skin. She would speak his name, a hushed whisper. He'd pull away and smile, and oh how she hated this part. He would disappear like a slip of vapor, like tendrils weaving out of her grasp. She would wake with desire pooled beneath her thighs, with an urge to bring herself to completion.
Now here she stood on the precipice of his wood, the silence deafening. She swallowed a lump in her throat, and marched forward. It felt strange to face him, the man who had haunted her thoughts, haunted her dreams. He stayed motionless as always, creeping vines began to twine around his body, holding him as if they were the arms of a lover. She stumbled over the roots, picking her way towards him. Her hands trembling as she held them to her sides. She reached out, a delicate hand brushed against the soft appendage atop his head; running triangle ear between thumb and forefinger. Embolden by the action, and her new resolve he was asleep. She fisted her hands in his haori for leverage, her body pressed against the cold motionless body. Her lips brushed against his, a delicate whisper of cold flesh upon her warm skin. She stumbled back, a crimson stain upon her cheeks.
"I always wanted my first to be with you," She whispered.