Corona
By: The Hatter Theory
Chapter 16: Disarm Yourself
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha or the rights to the song by Dash Berlin GO LISTEN TO IT ITS AMAZING erm *cough* yeah.
I'm really sorry about the delay. Recently a cousin died and my family has been getting together so we can all caravan out of state for the memorial service. I won't be writing for at least a week (long drive and we'll be there for a few days, possibly more) so updates will be a bit scattered for the next couple of weeks.
There is lemon content in this chapter, so you were warned.
Also, this story placed second dokuga awards in the best AU category. To those that nominated and voted, thank you.
"This is-"
"It is," Izayoi murmured quietly. "After everything you told me, I thought perhaps it would be nice for you to be close but still have your own apartment. If you'd rather be somewhere else, there's Sango's building, or even another."
"This is fine," She mumbled, cheeks heating, not from any sense of embarrassment, but out of utter shame. Since the night she had rebuffed Sesshoumaru's offer, two days before, she hadn't seen him or spoken to him. There hadn't been a scheduled gig and he was absent from the library in the mornings and the afternoons. Given what had happened, she was afraid to call, and everyone was so busy with their own lives that they hadn't had the time to notice that she hadn't seen him for two days.
Or maybe she was being immature, she thought as she accepted the key from Izayoi. Two days only seemed long because they had spent so much time together. Maybe he needed space, or was giving her space, as she'd asked.
"Thank you again."
"This isn't the place I want for you or my sons," Izayoi sighed, eyes misting. "But if you're all together-"
"This is perfect."
"I had some furniture ordered, a few simple things. You'll want to do most of your own decorating, but I took the liberty of buying you a bed and some linens, a few other small things to start you off."
They were both going to cry, she knew it, and she couldn't handle crying in front of the woman again, not so soon. Izayoi had listened to her vent about her mother once, she didn't need to know that somehow the woman still had a hold on her, and that she was affecting her relationship with Sesshoumaru.
"Thank you," She whispered, throwing her arms around the woman's neck and scrambling from the car, keys to her apartment in hand and bulky yellow bag on her shoulder. Waving and smiling cheerfully, as she walked away, she was almost happy Izayoi couldn't follow her in, couldn't be there when she took her first steps into the apartment and broke down.
The elevator was working, although it creaked and squealed as it always did. She stepped in, realized two seconds too late that she'd hit the button for the eighth floor and hit the button for the fifth as the doors screeched shut. Wheeling and the sound of metal whining grated on her ears, privided some distraction from the bubble of panic and fear that was working it's way up her throat and threatened to erupt as a scream.
The doors opened and she stepped out timidly, looking for the door with the 'C' hanging next to it. Immediately seeing it, she walked down and unlocked it, grateful that it seemed somewhat less dingy than Sesshoumaru's apartment as she stepped in. The walls only had a few water stains and they weren't as yellow. The floor plan was the same, perhaps a little smaller.
Izayoi had gotten her a short table and there were flowers in a simple purple glass vase, daisies. Setting her bag down she walked through to the kitchen. On the counter was a rice cooker with a steaming basket, and upon further inspection she found a few basic pots and pans and dishes and silverware. Out of idle curiosity she opened her fridge and found it stocked to the brim with more food than she could eat by herself before it went bad. Slightly stunned, she opened the freezer and saw that it too had been stocked.
More cabinets revealed non perishables and drawers opened to dishtowels. Tears burned her eyes and she blinked them back, determined to make it through the apartment before breaking down completely.
An unnatural silence echoed through her new home as she left the kitchen and walked down the hall. Her bathroom had been stocked with fluffy towels and scented soaps and toilet paper, small accoutrements she hadn't thought to grab from her home filled drawers. She reflected how so many small things made up life, things she hadn't taken the time to be aware of before. Brushes and q-tips, nail clippers and cotton balls.
Another steadying breath echoed in the room and she stepped back, almost afraid to see what had been provided for her in her bedroom. But the last door beckoned and she opened it, hand trembling and throat closing.
A simple dresser, a nightstand, a futon. Bright blue sheets were folded neatly and waiting to cover the bed. A bagged comforter and pillows still wrapped in plastic waited at the head. Another vase sat on the dresser and she noticed paper lying on it. Walking over on wooden legs she found it was an envelope with her name written on it. Fumbling fingers opened it and she ignored the thick stack of bills in favor of the paper folded next to them.
'Kagome,
As much as you say it isn't, I still feel responsible for this in many ways. I know it seems vulgar to give you money like this, but I knew you wouldn't accept it if I tried to give it to you in person. Unfortunately all I can do to rectify my mistake is try to help you get on your feet and give you someone to talk to. Neither of which seems like enough, but it's all I have, and I hope you wouldn't deny me that small, selfish comfort. I know you left most of your life behind, and this is to help you rebuild some part of that.
I know how hard things seem now. Not that long ago I lived in an apartment not much bigger than your own working as a secretary for a man that makes Sesshoumaru look like a teddy bear. I know things might seem hopeless, but I promise that they are not. Always remember that you have you, and that you are bright and beautiful.
Izayoi'
Unable to see past the tears blurring her vision she stumbled over to the futon and dropped down onto it, body jerking from the sobs she held in. But when no one came to the door, when she heard nothing but the vague sounds of life through the walls, she let out one small sniff, and then another, and another. Within moments loud sobs twisted in her throat and erupted from her mouth, echoed in the emptiness of a room that felt too foreign, too empty to be her own.
He ignored his half brother as he typed away at the mockup of a business plan his teacher had assigned him, brows furrowed as he tried to unravel a tangle in calculations. It wasn't until he heard stomping and felt the weight of a disapproving glare that he paused and looked up, saw Inu Yasha staring down at him, face set in angry lines.
"Five C?" He asked, somewhat loudly. Nodding once he gave an okay and closed his phone, somehow managed to look even more pissed off.
"What did you do?"
"What are you talking about?" He asked, not understanding what was going on.
"Kagome. She just called and asked me to drop off some fuel."
He immediately throttled the surge of hot jealousy that rose like bible in his throat and struggled to remain indifferent.
"Then she needs fuel. Go."
"What the fuck did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Obviously something if she's calling me," Inu Yasha huffed angrily. "She sounds like a damn mess and you're just sitting here like nothing's wrong. You dick, she's your girlfriend, isn't she?"
"She asked for space," He snapped, not liking the jabs one bit and hating himself for even responding to them. "I have been giving it to her."
"Space from what?"
"To think," He replied, forcing himself to calm down, to be cool and detached. However, after twenty years, his half brother had learned what got to him and how to implement such tactics.
"She's living in this building, she sounds fucking freaked out and you're giving her space? What the fuck? Do you know anything about women? When they ask for space and something bad is happening that you didn't do, they actually need someone to talk to you fucking dumb ass."
He tried to remind himself that Kagome was not other women, that she didn't act like other women he'd met.
But it didn't make his brother's logic any less correct.
Wait. In their building?
"She lives here?"
His question must have triggered something, because his half brother was stomping over to the metal cabinets and pulling out fuel, cursing so loudly he was sure their neighbors to the sides, above and below could hear it quite clearly. Before the gutter mouthed halfwit could reach the door he was standing and taking the bottle from his hand, eyes narrowed in distaste.
"Five C?" He bit out.
"Yeah. She needs someone, and for some reason she likes you, so be nice. Her life just got as fucked as ours did."
With that uncomfortable comparison lingering in the air, he tossed the bottle in his bag and shouldered it before leaving his apartment and scowling brother behind. Ignoring the elevator completely, he took the stairs two at a time, all the while wondering why she had called his brother first and why she hadn't mentioned that she was in his building of all places.
When he reached the fifth floor he walked over and knocked, determined to get an answer. But when the door opened she was a bleary, red eyed mess. She looked like she'd been crying for days and her shock at seeing him was strangely hurtful. It was almost as if she didn't want to see him, and with that assumption in mind he fiddled with his bag and pulled out the bottle of fuel, offering it to her.
"Oh, thanks," She mumbled, staring at the bottle but making no move to take it.
"When did you move in?"
"Today. Your mother picked it out."
When she still made no move to take the bottle he tucked it back in the back and repressed a sigh.
"May I come in?"
She stepped to the side and he walked past her, not surprised in the least to see small touches around the apartment, pieces of furnishings that were simple and subtle Nothing screamed money, but he could tell what was there was new and well made. The door closed behind him and he turned, saw that she seemed smaller, somehow.
Dropping his bag by hers, he took her chin and forced her to look up, immediately feeling the first needles of regret.
Perhaps he had been unrealistic in his expectations of her. Her life had just been turned upside down, and perhaps her request for space had, in some sot of strange logic, or lack thereof, been a request for comfort. When she refused to meet his gaze he repressed another sigh, realizing it to be not just assumption, but truth.
"Kagome-"
"I can get a different place," She said, the words bursting out of her like steam, all breath and little volume. "Izayoi-"
"You're fine here," He interrupted quietly, wondering why it felt like he mentally flinched when she looked so surprised. Her next action, hugging him so tightly he wondered how she didn't break one of his ribs, shocked him even more. They'd embraced before, but this felt different, was more desperate and needy. A part of him (a huge part) balked at her obvious neediness. Another part of him rationalized that Inu Yasha had been correct. Her life had changed drastically, and it was no secret that she had few friendships to fall back on. If anything, it was natural for her to hold to him.
And, the small voice whispered in the very back of his mind, it soothed the small pinprick of jealousy that had flared when she had called his brother first.
"I'm sorry for being so stupid."
"Your life is very different now," He murmured, bringing an arm around her, feeling strangely protective when she only tightened her hold on him.
"It's so quiet here," She mumbled into his chest. "It doesn't feel like home."
If there had been a proper place to sit, he would have taken her and cuddled her, but there wasn't, so he stood, feeling awkward and useless. He didn't know what constituted a home, because every home he had lived in had been quiet save for dinner parties and the confrontations between himself and his half brother. He doubted she craved that sort of noise.
"Some people have house warming parties," He murmured absentmindedly, immediately wishing he hadn't said a word. But she seemed to relax a bit, and when she looked up at him, her eyes shimmered with a wary sort of hope.
"A house warming party? But I don't, I mean, I'm not a party girl."
"But you have friends, and a new home," He reasoned, knowing immediately what could and would happen. Despite that, the distraction was working. The idea itself seemed to appeal to her, and though it had not abated, the sorrow seemed to lessen.
"I think it would be nice," She murmured at last, ducking her head and mumbling into his shirt.
"What's that?"
"I need help getting stuff for here," She sighed, turning her face so that she wasn't speaking into his chest. "I don't know what to do."
Immediately he understood her meaning and looked around. His mother had obviously bought some things, but apparently not all.
"What do you need?"
"I don't know."
Frustration.
"What do you have?"
"A lot?"
He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and instead took her hand and began exploring the apartment. After doing a quick study, he found that her apartment was better stocked than his own in just about every way, and that she lacked a few simple pieces of furniture and clothing, as well as the small things that personalized an apartment, things he didn't even own but knew she would want given her feelings about her new place.
Fuel forgotten, he watched her pocket the envelope of money his step mother had given her and followed her out, reminding her to lock both locks and pocket her key.
She juggled bags while digging for her keys and tried not to mutter as she did so, acutely aware of his eyes on her. The whole day had felt strange, something intimate that neither of them had acknowledged aloud. But shopping for a couch, picking out a shower curtain, an entrance rug, all of it was so utterly mundane, so strange and typical of couples that for a moment she had felt a surge of panic, one she recognized as her mother's doing. Several times she had reminded herself that she was not moving in with Sesshoumaru, he was only helping her.
Not that he had said much.
The door open she walked in and dropped the bags on the table, grateful to get rid of so much dead weight. Some basic staples of clothing and small household things Izayoi had overlooked thumped and some of the bags sprang open, contents spilling out.
The apartment still felt hollow, empty. Unwelcoming.
"It's almost dark."
Did that mean he was leaving? Despite her mother's voice whispering warnings in the back of her head, the fear of being alone was louder, drowning out the warning and giving her emotions a desperate edge.
"You asked for fuel," He added, looking at her strangely, as if she'd done something crazy. Trying to school her features into something calmer, she nodded, almost afraid to hope.
"We can walk to the park, it's not far."
We. The word sent a wave of relief through her, one that almost broke her composure as giddiness replaced worry.
"Let me change," She murmured. He nodded and she grabbed one of the clothing bags before running back to her room. For a moment she felt disoriented stepping into the room and seeing something so different from her room back home. A wave of homesickness washed over her, flavored with a dose of fear.
"Get it together," She whispered to herself, dropping the bag on the still uncovered futon and digging through it. A pair of jeans, a bit looser than her normal pants, and a tank top, something her mother had never been very comfortable buying for her. The clothes were, in their way, a small victory, a reminder that she had gained something, even if it was something as silly as more comfortable jeans and a shirt that bared her shoulders.
When she was finished and stepped back out, she was grateful to see him still there, unsure why she had been afraid to begin with.
"Ready?"
She nodded, stomach feeling strangely light as she grabbed her prop bag and keys.
"Make sure to lock both locks," He reminded her quietly. She nodded and did as he said, flushing hotly. She'd rarely worried about locking doors before, there had never been a need to. Her mother and grandfather had always been the ones to hold the keys, to lock the doors.
Having them in her pocket was another solid reality, Sesshoumaru's reminder driving home that she was responsible for her own home. Her sudden fear was laced with a sense of giddiness. Her home, her keys. Hers.
"You're smiling strangely."
"I've never had my own keys."
They took the stairs instead of the elevator, and she fought the urge to giggle, unsure why she felt the need to do so in the first place. However, as they walked to the park, she couldn't keep the slight skip out of her step, and for once she had no problems keeping up with Sesshoumaru's long legged stride.
With each step the world around them seemed to grow darker, but her own steps grew lighter. The park was only a few blocks away, and when they got there she noticed two lights, dim and smoky, on over the basketball court. The sound of jeering and a basketball bouncing echoed through the darkness. Otherwise the park itself was empty.
"We forgot a towel," She sighed.
"Then you'll have to keep going until the fire goes out," He murmured quietly as he sat the bag down on the sidewalk and began opening the fuel bottle. She pulled the basin from her bag and three fans and watched while he poured fuel over the prop wicks.
"You're happy."
"I am. And afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Weren't you, just a little, when you were first out on your own?"
"No."
His blunt response made her laugh a little. She supposed he wasn't often afraid, if ever. He seemed so in control of everything, and she couldn't help but envy him. Even though she had been trying to block it out, the argument between herself and her mother. The accusation that she was out of control still hung in her mind, made her wonder if she actually was out of control.
"Am I out of control?" She asked as they waited for the props to soak. The question itself was absentminded, and she hadn't meant to ask it. But his light sigh made her wary, made her hope she hadn't said something stupid.
"We all decide how we act, even if those decisions are influenced."
"I don't understand," She admitted quietly.
"You've always been in control of yourself and your decisions, even if it was the decision to let your mother's fears and wants lead you."
He'd quashed one fear and replaced it with something else, something she couldn't name but knew she didn't like.
"You have made the choice to be free. Don't let fear replace your mother's voice."
How had he known?
"They're ready."
She was quiet as they flicked the fans and she held two in one hand while he lit them.
"Perhaps this can mark a new start," He murmured, barely heard over the hissing of the flames as he accepted the fan. "It's your life now, if you want it to be."
He was so quiet, but there was so much strength in his words, and she wondered if, for a moment, he had ever made such a delineation.
"For the both of us," She said, more than asked. His expression was shuttered for a moment, although she wasn't sure if it was the shadows or her imagination, the strange bewilderment that flashed across his features, but when he nodded, she smiled, laughed breathlessly.
If it was a new start, a new life, maybe she could allow herself to depend on him, just a little, could allow herself to care about him without being afraid and without losing her independence.
As if someone had cut tethers that had been holding her to the ground, she leapt, delighting in the feel of her muscles bunching and releasing energy.
In a strange moment of whimsy she thought of the phoenix, and though she'd never thought of it before, she realized fire changed everything it touched. Even now it was changing her, washing away her fear.
Wanting him to be a part of that, wanting to pull him in, she danced around him, leapt and spun.
"Dance with me!"
"Dance with me!"
Her breathy, pitched shout was filled with laughter as she spun around him, sometimes coming so close he could feel the fire ghosting over his skin. Her eyes were unnaturally bright in the flickering brightness of the flames and he could see her smile. Every time he'd ever seen her she looked nervous at first, then content, or even half feral, but he'd never seen the giddy, exuberant smile before.
He'd said the words to calm her down knowing the fears that lingered. It seemed that she had taken his words to heart, if her declarations were anything to go by.
It was too late for a new beginning for him, months and months too late. But he was different, was changed by the fire that had entered his life. For a brief moment he wanted for it to consume everything. Would it really be so bad to be drawn in, just for a moment?
"Come on Sesshoumaru!"
She was beautiful like this, more beautiful than she had ever been. Freedom suited her, and he wanted that jubilant peace.
Feeling daring and strange he whirled and spun around her, earning a delighted, breathless shriek of surprise when he kept his movements wild and unpredictable. It was the antithesis to everything he'd learned growing up, the opposite of everything he had done for months.
They were storms of movement and he felt himself drawn towards her knowing with unshakeable certainty that if they crashed against one another, this time he would come away different, changed. Perhaps he might come away as free as she was.
Recklessly throwing himself into the fray and losing himself to the roar of the fire combining with the sound of his blood thundering in his ears and beneath his skin until he felt like he was moving above the ground. Every moment of powerlessness he'd felt for months was gone, the stranger emerging from the shadows and shame with a triumphant roar that exploded from his chest and left him breathless and lightheaded. Despite the noise he heard a soft sigh, saw her lips open lightly, and imagined kissing her then.
His training in the dojo helped him get closer and closer to her until she had to keep her arms spread wide as she leapt back again and again, dodging his attempts to kiss her.
"Kagome," He demanded, surprised when his voice, still raw from his shouting, came out almost like a growl. But it was enough to stop her and he pressed his advantage, barely remembering to keep the fire fan away from their bodies as his lips moved against hers.
And he was lost. She was warmth and fire and purity and everything he wanted to drown in. Far from being clumsy, her kisses were smooth and pulled him in deeper, wound around him until all he could taste or smell or feel was her. A moan echoed into the kiss, moved between their lips and tangled on their tongues until he couldn't remember if it had started in her throat or his own.
A catcall sounded over their breathing and he pulled back, eyes on hers as her lids fluttered open to reveal dazed blue eyes barely discernible in the darkness. More catcalls and cheers echoed through the park and he turned, saw the kids from the basketball court standing less than twenty feet away, clapping and shouting out for more fire.
Dimly he realized that the fire had gone out and they were standing in whorls of smoke that drifted up to the sky.
"Come on," She breathed, taking the fan and running for her bag. She was scrambling with the props and the fuel before he understood her intent, was running to the park entrance, her laughter floating behind her like a banner.
Still feeling light and like he was going to explode from his skin he gave chase, ignoring the teenagers behind him as he went after her. She had gained a black on him but was about to take a wrong turn when he caught her wrist and pulled her to him. Like an eel she slipped away and continued on, and feeling playful, he let her have a few seconds of a head start before he lunged back into the chase.
When he caught her again she was desperately pressing the button to the elevator, glancing over her shoulder as her finger kept pressing it. With only a few long strides he'd closed the gap between them and grabbed her face.
Her lips burned his own and when the elevator doors squealed open he pushed her back, refusing to break the kiss as his hand fumbled at the button panel.
A ding sounded and the elevator doors squealed open, and they stumbled out in a tangle of limbs and gasps, falling against the wall outside of it and leaning against it as they made their way slowly towards his door. A door opened and they almost fell into someone's apartment, Sesshoumaru barely catching her as they broke their kiss long enough to stare at the obviously surprised tenant, an older woman with her mouth hung open in surprise.
"Get a damn room!" The woman snapped before slamming the door, earning a giggle from Kagome, which turned into a moan as Sesshoumaru's mouth descended on her own again. They made their way lazily towards the door, and his body ached, the softness of her pressing against him and igniting heat everywhere she touched.
They both smelled like the fuel, sweat and smoke and he was positive he'd never been so turned on by scent alone. That he would never have found such a scent attractive before the hellish year long punishment had begun didn't bother him, didn't even cross his mind. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, her soft body pressed between his own and the door and lips still pressed against his own. Once retrieved, he started pressing one into the lock, wanting to curse when it didn't fit.
The next one did, and the door swung open, almost toppling the both of them. He kept them upright, barely remembering to pull the key from the door before he slammed it shut with his foot as their bags and props thumped onto the floor. Neither noticed the dinghy walls or the noise filtering through them. Instead they stumbled down the narrow hall to his room. She pulled away long enough to start tugging up his shirt, making small exasperated noises when it tangled with his long hair. With a swift yank, she had it over his head.
Her shirt finally came off with her help, exposing smooth, creamy flesh encased in a startlingly innocent, plain white bra. With a front clasp.
He wanted to gloat, but didn't have the time, her hands threading into his hair and pulling his face back to hers. Once their lips met, her hands ventured elsewhere, spanning over his chest and shoulders. When her palm caressed the scarred end of his stump, he didn't flinch, and neither did she.
Pulling his lips away, he tugged her higher up his body, and instinctively understanding his intent she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her groin to his own. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing and tasting her as he pressed her between a wall and himself, hand sliding up her thigh. Needing to hold something, to grip and keep some tenuous hold on reality, he grabbed her thigh tightly, understanding that she'd bruise but unable to help it.
Her hips bucked and the arms around his neck tightened as she began moving against him, grinding her groin against his own and panting breathlessly. The strangled noises coming from her throat only goaded him further, making him move against her. A sharp cry was more than enough to encourage his ministrations, and he bit down hard on her shoulder, body surging lustily when she only moaned encouragement. As she neared her peak, he pulled back, intent on seeing her as she came. What he had imagined was nothing compared to what he saw.
Her lips were bruised and slick from his kisses, and half lidded blue eyes were glazed over with lust. Her breath escaped in short pants, sometimes interspersed with the first half of her name before another moan would escape. Blue eyes fixed on his hazel ones, and for a moment it felt like they were both completely naked to one another, and he saw everything she was and knew she could see just as much of him.
When she came her moan could have been his name or a plea for more.
She was still dazed and he could barely hold onto her as he moved from the wall and towards his room. Kicking it open carelessly, he didn't even notice the sound of splintering wood or the fact that the door no longer stayed closed when he kicked it shut behind him. He focused only on the lusting, wanting, heady woman wrapped around him and every horrible, awful, sinful thing he wanted to do to her. Dropping to his knees on the futon, he leaned over, placing her gently on the thin cushioning. When she whimpered as he pulled away, he bit the inside of the arm still clinging to his shoulder.
The arm dropped away obediently, and he looked down at her. She wasn't nearly naked enough for him. Refusing to let his supposed disability affect him now, he made short work of removing her pants and panties, last of all her bra. He flung the clothes away and was satisfied when he saw the lights from outside shining down on her pale skin, casting it in a blue wash.
Leaning down he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her. The overwhelming need to posses, to own every inch of her drove him to bite down on the sensitive skin, harder than he had intended. Feeling dark and feral, he held on, hips grinding into hers as he sucked on the skin, goaded by the gasping noises and the feel of her breasts pressing into his chest.
"I want you," He finally told her, voice dark and rough. "I want you." He would say anything to avoid telling the truth. That she was his, would always be his. No matter who touched her after he was gone, he was her first, and would be her best. That he would leave an indelible mark on her, branding her as his property forever. That he instinctively knew she was marking him just as effectively, stripping away his defenses with the honest generosity of her lust, and that when he left her no one else was going to compare.
His manhood brushed against the slickness of her, the heat almost undoing him as she rolled her hips, mewling softly. Each undulation of her body pushed her against him again, covering him in her wetness.
"Please, please, Sesshoumaru," She breathed over and over as he teased her, teased himself with the brief moments of friction. "I need you," She gasped in a desperate, strangled whisper.
'I need you.' The words crumbled his resolve, and he moved his hips till he was positioned at her entrance, pushing against her opening. Unsure of he could survive the unbearable tightness of her as he began pushing in, he groaned harshly into her neck before moving to capture her lips with his own. Little whimpers rose up from her throat and escaped into his mouth, vibrating and mixed with the sound of his harsh breathing. Knowing he'd hurt her regardless, when he encountered the proof of her innocence, he thrust his hips forward, tearing past it and burying himself completely in her.
A strangled cry erupted as she pulled back from him, eyes glistening brightly with the sudden welling of her tears. Grinding his teeth, he forced himself to stay still, her warmth pulsing gently around him, tensing and relaxing, then tensing again, a sensual torture in and of itself. Whispering nonsense words that were barely more than noises, he kissed her cheeks, nibbled her earlobe before working back, moving to her lips.
When she fully relaxed around him, he pulled back an inch experimentally. When her hips moved with his and her arms moved to circle his neck, he continued, pulling out almost entirely before gliding back in. Sweet friction sent bursts of electricity all along his body. He felt her gripping him, throbbing around him, felt her slick skin sliding against his own, shuddered when her tongue ran over his bottom lips before tangling with his own again.
Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips and held tight as he stroked in and out of her, trying to go slow and give her time to adjust to the invasion. Their kiss vibrated with the clashing, mixing sounds of pleasure. Greedy in her innocence, her hips tilted up and her legs tightened, trying to quicken the pace. Holding back, he continued slowly, determined to bring her to pleasure as many times as he could that night. With strangled slowness, he thrust in and out, teetering on the edge of his control.
"Sesshoumaru," She keened, muscles twitching around him. "Please," She whimpered, hands tightening in his hair. "Please, please, please," She pleaded, voice rising as he purposefully slowed down, drawing it out as long as he could before thrusting into her deeply, his control breaking as her moan turned into a gasp. Bucking into her with fast, full strokes, he tried to hold back, feeling his muscles tense with with the effort. Spiraling deeper and deeper into the darkness, the breathless utterance of his name undid him, her nails digging into his back as she spasmed around his shaft, the walls of her femininity clenching down and trying to hold him in as he quickened his pace further. The darkness shattered, white light blinding him as a guttural, dark noise rose from somewhere in his chest, ripping itself from his throat as he emptied himself into her.
Dazed, he paused for a moment, looking down at her flushed face and swollen, parted lips as she panted beneath him. She still quivered around him, twitching pleasurably.
"So warm," She breathed. "Sesshoumaru-" She began, stopping when he pulled back, still hard and sat, crossing his legs and pulling her onto his lap. The confusion in her eyes dissipated as he guided her onto him, stretching her and filling her from a new angle. For a moment they stayed that way, her legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his chest.
"Everything's so hot," She whimpered, burying her face at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "So full."
Her innocent words, desperate and hot, burned through him and spurred his movements. Wrapping hi arm around her waist, he began shifting his hips back and forth, guiding her to do the same. Her legs unwrapped and suddenly she was moving over him, lifting herself and dropping back down slowly. Her back arched towards his body, seemingly offering her breasts to his attention. Unable to deny himself, he groaned and latched onto a nipple, sucking and nipping it. Her movements increased in response, an animistic cry escaping her throat.
When her body began spasming around him again, he pulled away from her breasts and watching her as she came, mouth open in a moan and eyes wide, as if it surprised her. Feeling savage and desperate, his arm tightened around her waist and began dragging her down as she lifted herself. Sweat slicked their skin and mixed with the scent of their coupling, filling the room.
Tenderness burned away as he buried himself in her again and again, wanting to brand her, leave his mark on her forever. Without a second thought he was losing himself in her, escaping into her, finding a euphoric peace in every inch of her being. Coherent thought fled as her moans turned into screams and she jackknifed against him, back arching so steeply that he had to jerk her forward to keep her from falling backwards.
"Look at me," He commanded roughly, tone penetrating the fog of her euphoria. Blue eyes stormy with lust locked gazes with his, spurring him on further. Unable to look away, he thrust himself up into her, a snarl escaping, laced with her name. Blue seemed to pool and widen, pulling him in deeper until there was nothing but her in the world, her skin, her sex, even her breath burning him, consuming greedily.
"Sesshoumaru." It came out in a half sob, her body signaling it's imminent release as she began trembling. His own body tightened, tensed and ready. Grounding himself in the feel of her sweat soaked skin against his cheek, he felt his seed spilling into her as she came one last time before going completely limp, shudders and shivers running down her spine as she leaned into him, breath coming in irregular panting gasps. He let her cling to him like a lifeline, her legs wrapping back around his waist and settling her form on his, and she let him bury his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder, his body trembling as he held on, inhaling in deep shaky breaths.
When he finally moved to lay her down, withdrawing fully from her body, she reached out to him, pulling him down with her and snuggling into his body, a sleepy half smile tilting up the corners of her mouth. He kissed on corner and pulled back, unable to fight the dreamy lethargy weighting down his eyelids.
A/N: I remember when I first moved out, I was excited, but I had also begun buying things for myself long before moving out, so it was habit. But there was a sort of strangeness at first, as I settled in.
Does this mean Kagome is moving in with Sesshoumaru and they're going to live happily ever after? No. This just means I can really start screwing with their heads.
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