She finally found him lounging on the engawa outside the room he'd been using. He sat with one leg bent at the knee, his arm draped over it. The other hand was idly spinning an empty sake cup beside him, but when she eyed the flask, she saw it was still full. She sat down beside him, staring up at the starry sky above them.
They sat in companionable silence as Kagome deliberated how to tell him what she had decided. Sesshoumaru beat her to it.
"You smell of my brother," he commented without looking at her.
Her heart sank. This wasn't a good start. "Yeah, I ran into him, literally. And then we…talked for a bit."
He slanted his gaze over to her. A faint tingle in her shoulder that she could only describe as hopeful gave her courage. "What about?" he murmured.
"The future. The jewel. Us."
He moved closer, sitting up straight just behind her, legs going over the edge of the engawa beside her. "Us, who?" he all but purred.
She leaned back and looked at him over her shoulder. Her warm, pleasantly burning shoulder. " Us ," she breathed, keeping her eyes on his.
He leaned towards her slightly, shoulders touching. The burn was almost unbearably hot now, sending tendrils of warmth all through her body. She felt as if she had a fever as he touched his cool forehead to hers. "Hnn," he intoned, eyes liquid gold, "and what of us , Kagome? "
She licked her lips and was transfixed as his eyes were drawn in by the motion, before dragging his gaze back up to her own cerulean eyes. "I accept," she whispered.
The words had scarcely left her lips before he crushed his onto them, stealing her breath instantly. He rumbled low in his chest as she tentatively kissed him back, deepening the kiss. His hands were suddenly on her hips, pulling her onto his lap in a fluid motion. One hand remained on her hip, tenderly rubbing circles, as the other buried itself in her hair. She slid her arms around his neck in turn, relishing the cool caress of his hair against her heated skin.
As she broke away for air, he launched himself on her neck, peppering kisses and soft nibbles along it. He growled appreciatively at her breathy moan, nosing the lapels of her yukata aside to lavish the same attention on the scar he had left all those weeks ago.
Kagome just about exploded as he dragged his tongue over the sensitive flesh. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she could feel like this from a make out session. She hiked up her yukata so that she could straddle him, suddenly discontent with him in the lead. She put her hands on either side of his head, wresting his face away from her shoulder and claiming his lips once more. She moved her hands into his hair before slowly dragging her nails across his scalp, while her thumbs stroked the markings on his cheeks.
He growled harshly at that, swiftly flipping them over so she was laying down as he loomed over her. She bit her lip at the lustful look in his eyes. He wasted no time and dove in to suckle the abused flesh. Kagome planted her feet on the wooden boards so she could lift her hips and grind them against his. Sesshoumaru shuddered at the contact, closing his eyes. He released her abused lip and rested his forehead against hers.
"Kagome," he rasped, "I will not force this, too."
His eyes were tinged red when he opened them to gaze at her. She understood his reasoning, but she was still so hot . She pouted and ran her fingers along his markings again, relishing the shiver that went through him as much as the warning rumble she could feel more than hear. "Would you accept me if I do ?" she hummed.
Before he could answer, she tilted her head to kiss and nip at his chin, thanking her stars that she had been able to glean some insights into Inu-youkai instincts from his mother. She pushed her hands into his haori and ran her fingers across the broad planes of his chest. His warning rumble turned into a growl as she pinched a nipple. As she rolled her hips again, she could see his control crumble as more and more red creeped up into his eyes.
"So be it," he growled, before lifting her up and all but dragging her into the room behind them.
He placed her on the bed and threw off his loosened haori. He kneeled at her feet, lifting up a leg and kissed, licked and nipped his way upwards. His hands came up to undo her obi before opening her yukata all together and baring her body to him. Sesshoumaru frowned at the scar above her navel, puckered skin a stark reminder of how they had begun this mangled version of mating.
Kagome followed his gaze and was about to say something to comfort him, when he bent down and kissed all around the scar. She hadn't thought it possible, but the heat in her body rose even further as he softly trailed down. She arched as his finger brushed across the panties she wore, earning her a chuckle.
"So eager," he hummed against the skin of her belly as his claws made short work of the strange scrap of fabric she wore to hide herself from him. He made a mental note to ask her about this later, but for now, there were much more pressing, pleasant matters.
She gasped as his lips kept moving towards her weeping core. A moan escaped her as he lightly flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue just as he inserted a finger. Her hands fisted in his hair as he started licking in a torturously slow pace in time with his pumping hand. He grinned at her human growl to voice her dissatisfaction, but dutifully increased his tempo. As he added another digit and arched his finger inside her, rubbing a spot previously unknown to herself, Kagome came undone.
She panted to catch her breath as Sesshoumaru lazily traveled up her body again, scattering kisses along his path. She bucked uncontrollably under him as he took a nipple into his mouth, grazing it softly with his teeth. She ran her hands over his shoulders, raking her nails on the heretofore covered markings.
"Say it," she hissed as she slid her hands over his hips and began undoing the bindings of his hakama.
He found it hard to form a coherent thought as she freed his turgid member. "Say what?" he rasped as he buried his face in the nape of her neck.
She bent down to lightly nip his ear as soft punishment for not immediately understanding. "Say you accept me," she whispered huskily as she arched against him, both shuddering at their contact now unhindered by any form of clothing, "say you want me for me. "
Sesshoumaru growled as the last vestiges of his control disappeared in the face of her need, both fysical and emotional. He surged forwards and plunged himself inside, simultaneously capturing her lips with his to swallow her scream. He stilled then and allowed her a moment to adjust.
"I accept only you, Kagome," he whispered into her ear as he slowly started moving, settling for a gentle rhythm as her body fluttered around him.
As she threw her head back, moaning and mewling beneath him, he turned his attention back to the mark on her neck, nipping without breaking the skin anew. He wanted to be as tender as he could, but Kagome surprised him again by suddenly wrapping her legs around his hips, drawing him impossibly further into her. Her arms were around his neck as she hoisted herself up to his shoulder.
"Faster," she ground out before biting down on his flesh.
Instinct took over. He pulled himself free from her embrace, hissing at the shallow gauges her teeth left in his shoulder, and flipped her over on all fours before sheathing himself inside her again. With one hand he pushed down her shoulders as the other wound around her hips to strum her clit. His pace now was a far cry from the rhythm before as he slid out and in again almost ruthlessly.
Kagome moaned her pleasure into the futon, but he would not have it. The hand he had on her shoulder found her hair, pulling it gently to free her face from the bedding.
"I will hear you," he growled before bending over her and biting down on her shoulder in turn.
The sensations of his mouth at the mark, his hand at her nub and his manhood inside of her, combined with the rush of fevered heat still spilling through her from the bond had her tumbling over the edge once more. His name spilled from her lips in a breathless moan. She pushed back against him and the uncontrolled clenching of her core was enough to take him with her. His hips stuttered as he spilled his seed inside her.
Sesshoumaru relished their connection for a moment longer before laying down on his side and pulling her flush against him. Kagome squirmed in his hold until she was allowed enough room to turn around and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth. He stared down at her as he propped up his head with one hand, in awe of the contentedness that shone in her eyes when she opened them. She ran her fingers along the twin markings now adorning his left shoulder. She chuckled lightly at his sharp intake of breath.
"Sorry for biting you," she said softly, not sounding the least bit contrite.
He smirked at her. "A most traditional mark."
"For an untraditional mating," she snorted, "so, that's it, then? Bond complete?"
He rumbled before lightly scenting the air. "Not quite."
She frowned up at him, afraid she had done something wrong. "What then?"
His grin was feral as he moved on top of her. "I can still smell my brother on you. This will have to be corrected. Henceforth, mine is the only scent you are allowed to wear," he threatened without any bite before swooping down on her.
Her tinkling laughter was soon smothered by his kiss.