I guess I need you, baby
He pushed her back, never breaking the slowly open mouth kisses. The back of her legs hit his counter; she was stuck, not that she cared. He took her face in his hands, and deeper the kiss, growling into her mouth it made her moan. His hands slipped, and he grabbed hers and put them on his chest. He unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt and waited. Kissing her again, he moved her hands up to his buttons; she got the clue. Slowly, almost as if unsure, as if he would change back to the demon she knew back when.
She made it all the way down, and then he untucked it and shoved it off. He stood back only slightly so she could see him. Her eyes fell over his toned body, down till her eyes landed on his belt buckle. Oh my. Her eyes went back up and he was smirking and that made her blush so much more.
Sesshomaru moved, picking her up; he sat her on the counter and placed himself in between her legs. His lips met with her neck, and then he kissed her collarbone, and then he lightly nipped her breast through her shirt and bra. His hands went under her top and pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside.
He looked at her bra, then her face.
"Kagome,"
She still couldn't make eye contact. But she put her hand behind her, and then her bra fell, exposing her chest to him. He softly grabbed one, and she shut her eyes, and then she felt his hot mouth covering her nipple. His other palm ran over her other nipple, and then he switched.
He backed up, mouth open. He was painfully hard. He needed her more than she knew.
"It may seem sudden to you, but I waiting a long time to feel you under me,"
Kagome finally looked at him,
"I need you, and you need me to,"
Of that, she was well aware.
He leaned it. "No one can please you as I can. No one can please me like you will,"
"How can you be so sure." She whispered, feeling a bit of self-doubt.
He smirked. "Because only you can burn me,"
His power flared, and hers came to greet it. Gentle, but he didnt want gentle.
"I want it all, Miko,"
"It will burn,"
"And soon, so will you; it is only fitting we burn together,"
She knew what he meant.
His hand went to his belt. She watched transfixed on the watch on his wrist. He slipped his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, they fell to the floor, and the hand with the watch went straight to his cock.
Her heart raced, and her eyes quickly went up to his as he squeezed.
He let himself go in order to pick her up, the counter seemed nice and would be fun but for her first time, for their first time he would take her in his bed.
He wanted her scent on his sheets.
He tossed her down and stood proudly over her for a moment before crawling over her and running his hand up her tight. She swelled, unable to say anything as he pulled her panties off. No longer did he sneer at her short skirt. Today, he was thankful she still wore one.
He inhaled, and his eyes bleed. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Make it hurt,"
"Sesshomaru, I dont want to,"
"Yet to be one with you, I must hurt you,"
She gasped when she felt his need against her own. She was wet, but he needed her open.
As he began to stretch her, she arched and tensed, and he pressed her hand harder into his chest. His power snapped at hers, making her respond. She tensed and only let out a breath as her power rose up into her hand and burned against his skin. He growled, his markings went dark, his fangs became larger, and together they became one. Her core wrapped around him, locking him to her, and he pushed himself up, holding her thighs, and dropped his head back at the feel.
How could he miss something he had never had before?
Her handprint was marked on him, and soon, he would leave a mark of his own.
Sesshomaru opened his eyes and looked down at her with a smirk.
Her lips parted, and her core squeezed him. He looked deadly in the most erotic way.
He chuckled. "You have claimed me, Miko,"
Her whole face was red, and she looked away. He leaned by down and put her hands over her head; he held both, entwing his fingers.
"Do you feel alive now?" He asked,
In fact, she did. His hips moved, and she looked at him, and though his form was still demonic, he suddenly seemed sweet. He missed her as his hips did the work. Her wetness grew till he could move easier. Her power moved from burning to healing, and soon she no longer hurt; in fact, all the hurt was gone.
He inhaled every bit of her. She smelled of heat and sex and him and of power and the past.
He was alive because of her.
He looked at her; she had no idea, did she, that he needed her just as much as she needed him.
He lifted back up, running his hands down her body, his power leaving trails of red skin. It didnt hurt; just tingled. "Miko, I need you now,"
He gripped her thighs and held them open and up, and his pace had her gripping sheets. Her moans became louder, though she tried to stay quiet.
Power called to power. Heat called to heat. She felt the butterflies as he looked down at her, so powerful.
"Kagome," He whispered, begging, needing, and he felt it when she came. She cried in pleasure and relief, and he tightened his grip, clenched his jaw with his fangs showing and goosebumps raised on his arms, and he felt his own release rush to meet hers. He moved one hand up, gliding it against her skin till his palm spread over her tummy. He buried himself deep and closed his eyes and leaned down over her and marked her.
A few hundred years ago, he never would have thought.
They lay quietly in each other's arms after. So many thoughts in both of their minds.
"You spoke of my destiny as if you knew," He said,
Kagome looked at him. "What, no, I mean, I didnt, this-"
He chuckled, leaned, and took her lips in his again, soft, slow, needing, missing.
"No, you didn't. But once you were gone, I knew you were mine because I found I needed you, wanted you, and so I have found you, and no time, no well will ever take you away from me; if we go, we go together,"
But there was no going back; they were home. It wasn't a place or a time. It was this. Their destiny was not time but each other and it was immortal.
End
