Sigh
From what things I know, I'm sure that kissing you is one I would never renounce. Somehow, I knew it way before actually knowing it, and as I see your approach, the notion becomes as clear as day. You walk towards me after being three days away, far away; three days in which you and Sango wanted to be away so that she could rest from her usual life as a mother, wife, and simply be a woman, like you'd planned. It took a lot out of me to let you go, probably I did because I know how strong you are, and how strong Sango is too. Despite it, it's been three days as long as years.
You get closer and smile, as I wait for you a few steps away from the door of our cabin, and from the stone lamplight that illuminates it some nights. You bring on your back, and crossed in front of your chest the furoshiki you've used to carry your clothing. I want to go to you, yet I wait instead, my hands holding my forearms inside the sleeves of my red kosode, in a sort of promise I made to myself of letting you cross that imaginary line, one I'm standing before, one I'm waiting for you to return to.
The last steps you take with a spring in them, as if it was a race. I feel my body go to you as I dig my toes on the ground to stop myself from moving; yet...
"InuYasha."
You pronounce my name, and screw self-promises.
I take two long strides towards you, and the first thing I do is to frame your features with my hands, to look at you, to check if you still have all those shades of chestnut brown in your eyes. You let out a breath in a soft sigh, and in that moment I descent the little distance I've got left to graze your lips, and feel again that softness I recognize and have yearned for, almost desperately. I feel the way my breath suddenly belongs to you, you've taken it in one inhalation, and I feel complete just by giving it to you. I hear you smile, then sigh, and all of that while still touching my mouth. In that moment I invade you with my tongue, I sense the taste of the berries you must have eaten recently, and under that taste its yours too, the flavor of your mouth, of your saliva mixing with mine. The soft texture of your tongue, seeking me, snaring me in an incredible act of possession, which is only enforced by the pull of your hands at my hips, to keep me closer, to keep me yours. I surround you with my arms and meet your hold, as my chest gathers sighs my mouth can barely let out.
I hear you mutter something, and I'm so focused in your marvelous and crazy beats of your heart, that their meaning is lost in me, and in between our kiss I rise a question, and you smile again, not breaking the contact of our lips.
"Cabin." You mutter.
"Yes." I sigh.
A/N
This morning, I saw an illustration of a kiss, and I didn't know how much I needed to see these two kissing, and that inspired me.
I hope you've liked it.
More kisses!
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
