Okay warning time! This chappy has a very
lemony lime in it!
The walls are coming down!
The feelings are building up!
Oh dear! What will our Sesshy do?
Let's find out : D
Chapter 16
Sesshomaru easily leaped the stairs and guided a laughing Kagome back to her house. They were reminiscing on days in the past, and he had just told Kagome about the time he managed to knock himself out cold when he was training in the dojo once.
"I'm sorry, but that is just not becoming of you. Especially you," she said full of mirth.
"Well what do you expect of a kind who was the same age as Shippo playing with my father's weapons," he mumbled.
"Still, Sesshy, you have to admit it's hilarious!"
"Sesshy?" he asked as he set her down in front of the house.
"You're name is too long sometimes. I'm trying out different nicknames for you. You call me 'miko' all the time."
"Miko, is what you are. It is not a nickname," in informed her with as straight a face as possible. No one had ever given him a nick name before and it made him feel strangely comfortable to hear him say it.
"Fine. How about fluffy? That's what you're tail is. I'm only describing it," she said. Her face wracked with fits of laughter at his expression.
"You're mad if you think you're going to go around calling me 'fluffy'," he warned. He still had some of his pride, damnit.
"Oh, why not?" she complained as she made her way into the house.
He suddenly grabbed her and threw her against the side of the house, holding his clawed hand to her throat. "Because I am a killer," he said looking at her straight in the eyes. "My hands are stained with the blood of thousands. Human and demon." He stepped closer to her so that his face was only hairs apart from hers. He felt her blood heat up at his close proximity, and he kept on. "I have nothing tying me to this world, and that allows me to conquest and rule. I am without bonds, and I am powerful. Fluffy is anything but fitful of who I really am," he said to her.
She didn't pull away. Didn't struggle. She peered her eyes into his and searched for something. When she found it, she knew. "You may be all of that. You may be a killer, cold, and maybe even cruel. But you're alone," she said softly. She watched his eyes widen then grow a sad look upon them.
"You have your lands. You're palace. You're subjects. Everything. You're pockets are full and your plate is overflowing. But here," she said bringing her hand up to his chest. "Here is where you are cold, because you have no one to keep it warm."
He eyed her carefully. He was never put in this situation. If he denied it, he would look like a fool, saying he didn't still from the cookie jar. If he admitted her curious accuracy of her description of himself to be correct, he'd be weakening himself. He did it once before. And he still hurts from it.
All in all, he didn't have a clue on what to say or do. He saw the twinkle in her eyes. He knew she was fully aware she was right. But there was something in her, a longing, that he felt.
"When Inuyasha betrayed me, it only made me realize something I had been denying for a long time," she said to him.
"What's that?" he asked in a barely audible voice.
"I was alone too."
He studied her closely. He felt her heart beating, he felt her strong pulse through her neck.
Alone. You're not alone, he told her with his eyes.
Make it so, she told him back.
He dropped his hand from her throat and used it to push her jaw to the side. He bent his nose low to smell her scent. The moonlight smell and the smell of the sea invaded his mind again. It infiltrated him and stirred something very powerful within him. He was so lost in her, he hadn't noticed that she snaked an arm around his waist, breaking deep his own scent.
Citrus, she thought. And cedar wood. His scent…I love it.
She buried her nose further into his neck, inhaling deep and bringing her other arm around him. She griped the back of his shoulder and pulled him closer to her.
He didn't pull back. He allowed himself to fall into her, crushing her against the wall of the house. He instinctively threw his youkai across the area, warning no one to come near. Her mother was upstairs with Shippo and Souta, and her grandfather was asleep.
Feeling secure, he let his face drop lower against her, and wondered what she tasted like. He placed a very light kiss at the base of her neck. Honeysuckle, he thought to himself.
Fireworks erupted within Kagome and she pulled her head further so he could reach it better. He growled contentedly at her compliance and placed more kisses on her flesh. He opened his mouth and grazed his teeth over her juncture point softly. Kagome tightened her arms around him and moaned ever so quietly. But it wasn't quiet enough. He heard it and along with it, he could smell the intense heightened spike of her scent.
He moved from her neck, placing the lightest kisses as he made his way up to her jaw. He pulled back a little to see the foggy look in her eyes, not doubting his own reflected that same look. In that moment, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he leaned down and captured her lips with his own.
It was the slightest kiss she had ever felt, but it rocked her so deep that her knees buckled and she collapsed completely against him. He held her up with his arm and pushed her firmly against the wall, supporting her weight with his body so he could free his hand. She felt him tentatively touch her side and move down her body to stroke her exposed thigh. She moaned against his mouth when she felt his blunt nails dig into her thigh and she pulled back gasping for air.
"Sessh..." she began before he caught her words with his lips again. He didn't sense resistance in her and she simply tasted too good. He wanted to go somewhere private and broke away from her. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she was numb except for the fireworks that constantly blew within her belly and heart. He picked her up and lead her to the shrine.
She noticed the sun was going down and it cascaded a wonderful glow in the field. He pushed open the door and took her in. He set her down and turned his back so he could shut the door. He threw up a sound barrier along with a normal to keep everything out and all the sound away from the ears of others. He turned to her and the breaks in the walls of the shrine allowed streaks of light to pass through. Half of Kagome's face was lit up and he could see the flush in her face. She was still breathing heavily and she was fumbling with her skirt.
His beast growled deafeningly within his head and wanted to take her. Sesshomaru pushed him down and silenced him. He wasn't sure if even he was ready to take her, and she definitely was not. He wasn't even sure what the hell he was doing. She was human. She wasn't all that powerful. She could never give him an heir to the west.
He looked in her azure eyes and something went off like a time bomb in him. But damnit, she is making this Sesshomaru feel this way. And…I don't mind it. At all.
He walked up to her and caressed her cheek slowly. Her body was signaling to him left and right, but he knew she was more sensitive than that.
No, you're not a geisha, he told her with his eyes, remembering what he said to her when they first fought. He remembered the challenge in her eyes. Her defiance. Her fearlessness. She crashed into his life like a cold wave of salt water, stirred up everything. But she was also washing away all his bitterness. His walls. She was making him feel…alive again.
"You're not alone," he whispered against her ear.
Her breath caught in her throat and she looked up at him with glittering eyes. "Wait, something isn't right," she said stepping away from him. He thought he had pushed her too far, crossed some line, everything that he could have done wrong, when she brought up her glowing hand to his forehead. Suddenly he felt his claws return and he saw his bangs turn from black to white out of the corner of his eyes.
"I like you this way better," she said smiling at him.
That was it. His beast heard her accept him and it snapped. It howled and whined and tried to claw its way out of its cage. Sesshomaru shut his eyes and shivered for a moment. When he opened them, they were glowing red.
Kagome didn't move away, she wasn't frightened. She knew who he was. She knew he was dangerous, a killer. She knew it was in his blood to hurt and attack. But that's not who he really was. With her, with Rin, he was gentle, even if he had his moments. He was protective and hid everything beneath his wing. Some people would find it overbearing. But she loved it. She loved…
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him against her. She pulled further back until her back hit the wall. She liked feeling encased by him. He was so large and she liked the way he made her feel small against him. His lips crashed down on her, roughly this time. Testing her was over. He wanted to devour her.
She made a small cry against him as he bruised her lips with kisses. He reached with his hand and slid it under her shirt, just to feel her warm skin. She shivered under his clawed hand as he scraped his sharp nails across her stomach lightly. She felt her own arousal and suddenly, he was wearing too many clothes.
She pulled away from him and flipped him over so he was against the wall. He watched her steadily as he fingers toyed with each button, opening it up. She started at the top of his chest, and placed a soft kiss once the first button was opened. She did the same action until she reached his navel, then stood up and buried her face against his neck as she undid the rest.
Gods, she might be a virgin but she knows what she's doing. I wonder how much she knows…
His curiosity took over and he flipped her back against the wall, dropping the shirt as he went. He kept his mouth hovering over hers, but did not kiss. He nuzzled her nose and her jaw as he ran his hand over her body.
He finally took notice of the curvaceous beauty she had become since he had first met her. Her legs were shapely, not scrawny. Her waist was indented and defined and her hips spread out seductively. She was a late bloomer, but he noticed the beautiful flower he held against him.
He tugged up her shirt, letting her know what he wanted. She complied and lifted up her arms. He threw her discarded shirt to the side. Wasting no time, he pushed his body flush against hers, and allowed himself to relish in the feeling of skin against skin. He guided her with his arm to the floor and paused momentarily so he could spread his haori for her to lay on.
She eased herself down and watched as he lowered himself above her. She wasn't sure how far he was going to take this, but she didn't want to go all the way. It just felt too damn good to be in his embrace. He lay beside her and soon found that perhaps, a second arm would be a good thing right about now. He used his stubbed arm to prop himself up and stroked her stomach lightly, earning a few breathy gasps from his miko.
He looked at her chest presented to him and simply, in all rights of being a man, could not keep his hands off her. He reached for the strange article of clothing covering her and decided to rid her body of the foul thing. He slid one clawed finger to the middle of it and kissed the top of her chest as he ripped right through the fabric. Kagome arched herself when she felt his kiss and then quickly lowered herself when she felt her bra snap.
She had never been seen like this, with anyone, and it was a little frightening to her. She knew she didn't have a hideous body, but she was a girl, and she was self-conscious nonetheless.
"Sesshomaru…" she called to him. The tone in her voice demanded his attention and he looked her in the eyes. He saw fear, which he expected, but he didn't like what else he saw; shame.
"I will not push you, nor will I do anything you won't ask for. But don't ever feel ashamed of yourself," he said to her sternly.
So much so, that she was forced to look him in the eyes by it. She gulped down when she saw sincerity written in his eyes.
He lifted himself so he was eye level with her and bore himself into her soul, searching.
She's not ready. She's waiting for something, he told himself.
Love, his beast replied.
Love is foolish. Love is simply a chemical, a nuisance and does not describe the bond between mates.
All that is true. But love exists. And until you give that to her, she will never be ready.
Sesshomaru thought for a moment. His beast was right. But he didn't love her. Sighing out loud, Sesshomaru buried his nose into her neck and breathed in. That did not mean he couldn't enjoy her presence. "You are looking for love," he said to her.
She looked away and nodded slightly.
"You will not find it in me. I do not love you," he said. But before she could feel hurt, he added, "but I do want your company. I want you close. And I want your trust. In return, let me protect you. I will never lie to you. I will always tell you where I stand and involve you in my decisions. You are my councilor after all."
Kagome thought for a moment. He wasn't offering love. He was offering something more than that. But is the feeling there? Is that bond between two people that is so unbreakable it can't even be labeled as anything?
She wasn't sure. But she had to agree with him. Ever since Lady Amaya said what she did, Kagome's been developing odd things for the demon in front of her. Things neither of them could deny.
"I do trust you," she said simply.
He didn't ask for more. He laid down over his haori and pulled her over him. She rested her head on his shoulder and he ran his clawed hands over her bare back. Trust was a sticky thing. And he was wondering if they were stuck together now. If so, this could present many problems, for both of them.
Perhaps, this Sesshomaru rushed into this.
Perhaps, you were only listening to your soul.
No one said anything. He and Kagome simply enjoyed each others company and warmth. He had been feeling strange all day and she had effortlessly tore down a wall he had built so sternly. So maybe he didn't love her. But he felt his soul needing to bind itself to her. It was a strange, and even for him, frightening feeling.
Sesshomaru had not dealt with a woman in a very long time. But even so, he remembered that they were sensitive and relied on feelings, instincts, and words. He knew he had to be careful. He didn't want her running off.
Allowing herself to drift into a light sleep, Kagome was wrapped around the man below her. Maybe they were right; things happened for a reason. Miko's were not meant for love. So, maybe what she had with Sesshomaru was what she was destined for.
Then again, she didn't even know what they had. They weren't lovers, and they weren't mates. They weren't friends. Nor were they enemies. Thinking about it, perhaps it was better off not having a label, and just allowing it to be. She wouldn't fight destiny any more. Not as long as she could feel safe like this all the time.
Noticing the darkness outside, Kagome figured it was time to get ready for tonight. She heard Sesshomaru's light breathing and realized he had fallen asleep. She tried to get up, but his arm instinctively tightened around her and he growled low.
"Where are you going?" he asked her.
"We need to be ready to leave for the club you promised my friend's that I would go to," she chastised.
"Hm, I remember saying we would go so you don't have to be alone," he reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah, either way, you made a promise. So let's go," she said softly smacking his shoulder to get him up. She sat up and looked around for her shirt before she was roughly thrown down again.
"I'll go when I want to go," he said smoothly as he placed a light kiss on her lips. She was putty all over again and she mewled against his lips.
"Gods, that's sexy," he said. She was startled at his statement but it only further turned her on. He nibbled her ear softly and suddenly the air around her was cold again. She looked up to see him standing in front of her, looking down with amusement in his eyes. "You look wonderful with your mouth slack jawed like that," he mocked.
"Jerk," she bit out and threw her broken bra at him. He laughed heartily, which caught her by surprise. She had never seen him smile, let alone laugh.
Do I really make you this comfortable?, she silently asked him.
Always, he told her with his eyes.
She smiled ear to ear and slipped on her blouse. He threw on the black button shirt and they made their way out of the shrine. Sesshomaru let down the barriers once they were out and smiled slightly as he followed his miko into her house.