Silver Moon: Chapter 17: Getting Clean

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha

Claimer: Sheba & Sasha are mine.

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Despite his practical flight into the bathing room he still found Sheba had managed to change into a red string bikini. She wore a light blush as she approached him with a towel, but she tried to bluff.

"I assume I can trust you with this?" she winked, and slipped into the large wooden basin.

Sheba had closed her eyes to savor the water for only a moment when she heard the swift movement of silks, and then two strong legs came in contact with hers. She kept her eyes closed. He was her groom. She would have to just get over the fact that he was a gorgeous and devilishly charming and … this was not helping. She would be bold, and be a good bride. After all he was planning on giving into her wishes, and it would be unfair not to show him that she was appreciative. 'Yup, I'm gonna do this!' she mentally cheered before opening her eyes, and promptly lost her nerve.

He was downright mouth watering… sure she had seen him many times without a shirt, but his hakamas started just below his waist. Now, she was witness to an all new set of muscles that led towards what was beneath the towel slung low on his hips. The lines of the muscles there and the ones outlining his hips were almost hypnotic to her less than innocent mind. His long iridescent hair fell around him with its ends floating. She licked her lips, and approached him… she had to set the pace…

When she finally opened her eyes Sesshomaru released a breath. Judging by her scent she was quiet please with the new view of his body. She warily approached him, her hands reaching for the bottles that sat along the lip of the basin next to him. He was doing well to keep his hands to himself, her willowy figure was so perfectly set in the scraps of red fabric that he was certain the gods created them solely for his torture.

"Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do this?" she smiled past her blush.

He smirked, but it was short lived as she poured water over his head using a large bowl he had missed. He was not so pleased with the unexpected soaking until he felt her fingers moving across his scalp with the cleansing liquid. Through his hair he could see a glimpse of her, but with his current angle it was a glimpse of her full chest, and he was not quick to complain for that.

"I envy your hair", she mumbled brushing it all back exposing his face entirely to her, and the line of his gaze.

He closed his eyes ignoring her huff, and enjoyed her attention on the base of his skull. Her attention turned to the length of his mane, and he almost whimpered.

"Why do youkai get to be the best at everything?" she grumbled before using that damn bowl a few more times. When she was satisfied that his hair was clean she picked up another bottle, and began to smooth the liquid through his hair. In doing so this time she came much closer, and he was certain she was taunting him by being so close without actually brushing against him. Then, again with the confounded bowl to rinse him, but after she ran her fingers through his locks.

She lifted a cloth and began to lather it with another liquid, and turned to him with flushed cheeks.

He smirked at her bashfulness, and reached forward to guide her hand to his neck. "You have nothing to fear my bride."

"Ha! You bite, you claw, and you are manipulative", she chided with a glare.

"I remember you liking most of those", he chuckled darkly capturing her lips.

She broke form him with a wagging finger, "Down boy."

She scrubbed him gingerly, and made a path across his collar to each arm, and finally down the plain of his chest. The feel of her fingertips through the cloth sent his beast into a rage inside of him. Her blush darkened before she finished, and signaled him to turn around. Pushing his hair aside she felt much more at ease with this side of him, so much so that when she finished she had the audacity to swat him on the backside.

Now, she stood still as he took her by the waist, and used the bowl to soak her heavy locks and after several months, and now wet they reached her bottom of the curve of her back end. His claws combed the mass of auburn back before lathering it all. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch until she was abruptly doused again. He repeated the same motions with the conditioner, and she shivered at his claws tracing down her back. However, after rinsing her one last time he pulled her into his lap. Settling her back to his chest he waited for to look at him before he began to run the fabric over her neck and collar. She blushed and closed her eyes no longer able to hold his intense gaze. This also caused her to miss the red that was leaking into her bather's eyes. The fabric moved over her shoulders, and he leaned her forward to run up and down her back with a circular motion. He was barely holding on to his control by the time his hand ran down chest, and across all the exposed flesh of her abdomen. Then, he passed over her legs, but once he finished he used his hands to pour water down her neck and shoulders. She opened her eyes at this to find his eyes bleeding red. She slowly took a breath at the slitted teal pupils that were focused on her lips. His free hand moved to take hold of her jaw as gently as he could, but the hand at her waist slinked to her hips with a full grip. The pad of his thumb brushed her bottom lip, and something over took her, and she dared to run the tip of her tongue across its lingering pad. He produced a low growl, and brought his face closer to hers. She took hold of the hand before her lips with both of her own to guide it so that she could place chaste kisses across his palm. His hand traveled down to her neck, and his claws teasingly ran across the tender skin while his thumb applied enough pressure to side. She got the hint, and tilted her head in a submissive gesture thus exposing her mark to him.

His lips and fangs made a hot path to the mark, and he inhaled deeply before sinking his fangs back into the mark. She felt dizzy, and her skin was on fire, but the bite did nothing to ease her discomfort. Something inside of her was clamoring for more. It moved her hands to his ears as she whimpered in a plea.

"Sheba", he said gruffly releasing his fangs and turning her to face him in his lap.

She was not listening. She caught him in a searing kiss, ignoring his elongated fangs. Her back arched to push herself into him. He was in heaven, and when her hips rolled against his own physical reaction he released a groan. She opened her eyes at the sound, seemingly pulled out of her spell. She reached up to trace his strips, a motion she was quickly devoting to displaying her concern.

"Forgive me", she blushed tucking herself under his chin.

He wouldn't let her get away with that display so easily. He lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

"This Sesshomaru's beast does not cause you discomfort", his voice was lower and more graveled than normal, a signal to just how difficult it was to speak.

Her blush darkened and spread to her collar as she shook her head. The spice to her scent increased again as she looked up at him through her lashes with her long locks clinging to her skin, "I love you and your beast my lord."

In his poor clouded mind he felt himself relax, well, almost all of him. She cuddled to him again before whispering, "Is this how the bathing normally goes because I must say I feel dirtier than when we started."

Laughter rolled from his frame causing his beast to retreat for the moment. He lifted his bride and himself from the tub, and reached for a dry towel for her body and hair. Technically, she should have dried him first, but the chill in the air changed his priorities. She bent forward to wrap her hair in the towel, and he gently dried her but made sure to produce enough friction to keep her warm. Once he was finished he wrapped her in a dry towel, and allowed her to leave. He dressed in a new pair of hakama pants before entering their chambers. There he found her in a black bra and panties patiently waiting.

"Well?" she asked holding up a red yukata.

He wrapped her in the fabric, and nuzzled her cheek. She gave him a sweet kiss, and began to towel her hair. He slipped into the main room to find the meal had been delivered. He fed the stove, and then turned to gather his mate. Settling her in his lap before the table he fed her in his normal patient manor. Occasionally, she would reach out with her fingers and pick up a slice of meat to feed him, and Sheba delighted in the feel of his tongue against her finger tips. Yes, they were far dirtier than when they woke this morning.

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I know it is short, but I thought it was a bit to the point. I hope everyone likes it, and I am working on the next chapter (which looks like it will be normal length), and I should have it up in a week or so. Sorry to the long gap between the last post. Please, read and review!

Thanks,

Suki B