A/N I've literally been typing a couple words a day, that's how much I hate this story right now... You don't know close I was to killing Rin in this chapter.
This story is killing me... I'm so unmotivated, (/-o-)/
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As soon as her arms wrapped around his large frame, his trembling lessened. She felt him move his face to rest near her breasts, taking a deep breath. Bastard, she thought to herself as she tried to move away. Feeling a small tug at her shirt, she gasped at the sight of her scrubs being held at breast level between his unusually sharp teeth. A large grin and mischievous golden eyes mocked her through platinum blonde bangs.
"Let go," She said sternly, earning a deep chuckle.
"Make me," was his muffled response. As much as she wanted to pull away, they both knew the flimsy scrubs would tear from his sharp teeth. As her hand reached up to pry his mouth open, a very threatening growl sounded from his chest. Rin froze as he began to sit up straight, scrubs still clenched between his teeth. The feeling of the cloth slowly riding up over her stomach, and exposing her skin was very erotic to her. If this had been a different situation, and with a different man(or not), Rin would have been enjoying this. But now being in a small room with a mad man, she could only let a little excitement run through her veins.
"Sesshomaru," the young woman cursed the slight trembling of her voice, wishing she at least sounded unfazed by his actions. He sat up until he was eye level with her. Her hands were balled into fists, and she was shaking, but her face remained the passive mask of calm. Smoldering golden orbs glowered, blinked slowly, and then closed completely. They were in that position for what seemed like forever, until Rin heard a familiar "click". Her eyes widened, and fear began to crawl its way up to her throat to form a scream. But before she could call for help, a large white hand slapped over her mouth. How the fuck did he break through the restraints, she screamed to herself.
He stood, hand still over her mouth, and the other holding her hands behind her back. Even at her tall height, she only reached his chest. She looked away from his face when he began to stand, and she refused to look up at him now. The pad of his thumb rubbed against her soft cheek, and his grasp over her mouth relaxed slightly enough for her breathe.
"Look at me," he demanded softly as he pulled his hand away. Of course she disobeyed, and wouldn't even respond. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her up to his face, causing her to cry out. "I said," he growled out, hot, sweet breath hitting her face. "Look at me." Gingerly licking her lips, which caught his attention, she rose her bright hazel eyes. The mask she had learn to wear so carefully was now shattered, as her fear and anger shone through causing her eyes to light up. Interesting, he thought. "Good, now," He whispered evilly, leaning until his lips nearly touched hers, "we're going to play a little game," her breath caught.
Holy shit, she thought, what have you gotten me into, Sango?
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A/N ugh, UGH.