A/N: Not sure where the inspiration has come from, but I'm having fun with the little things. Been a hot minute on this one. Again, some drabbles related, some not and all at least very close to 100 words. No particular order. This one is almost done.
Sand
She gasped, hands grasping at the arm snaked tightly around her waist from behind in the darkness. His breath rolled hot against her ear, and Sango felt excitement – and fear – coil into the pit of her stomach as she writhed in the fire apparition's tightening grip.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Yours," she breathed, raw ache filling her senses like sand into the base of an hourglass, a slow and deliberate crescendo.
"Louder," he hissed, nipping at the crook of her neck, his hand pulled at the strings of her armor.
"Yours!"
Hiei smiled against her. She damn well wouldn't forget it.
Puzzle
"Don't," she whispered, and Hiei went stone still at the delicate sweep of her fingertips along the sharp angle of his jaw, the word lingering in the air between them like smoke.
"Don't what?"
He could see the uncertainty play out beneath the shine of her eyes in the moonlight; watched as she worked deliberately through the puzzle of her emotions.
"Don't go."
Strange, he thought, how the line between demon and slayer became so easily obscured.
"Fool," he said quietly, ignoring the stiff hurt then surprise in her expression as he pulled her close. "I'm not going anywhere."
Scream
It startled him, the visceral wail echoing in his ears as she crumpled like a paper doll before Hiei could so much as blink. The priestess hit her knees and rolled the girl into her arms, sobbing and mouthing something at him only she could understand.
He couldn't hear; that horrible, soul-crushing scream ricocheted in his ears, drowning out the symphony of vengeance playing out on the field. He waited for a sign, the rise and fall of her chest, a shudder – anything – to indicate the slayer endured.
But there was nothing. The awful shock of his own scream was all that remained.