InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Dance To Remember ❯ A Moment Of Weakness ( Chapter 9 )

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Authors notes: Yeah so I haven't written…and yes - I know you're probably really mad about that but I couldn't help it this time. I wasn't just lazy - my lap top fried itself and it had all my story stuff on it. I was waiting, hoping to get it back all fixed up but that won't happen until Easter because of some complications. THEREFORE - everything I'm writing is from scratch. Some of you, if you have not already noticed, might like to know that TSMO and AAMIP have BRAND NEW CHAPTERS POSTED (as of 3am the other night after writing for literally almost ten hours straight…ugh….)!!!! So, if you're a fan of one of those stories than go get your lil' tush's over there and read them (after you've read this chapter first of course…)! I only send chapter update to reviews with the senders emails attached so if you want updates on those as well, send me an email on the appropriate story and give me your email. Thanx-

 

Anyways - so I'm scared. This SO just started out as a filler chapter but now it's a bloody story in itself (it'd make a great one-shot hehe). I just can't remember enough to rewrite the nearly completed next chapter which is on my computer (that and yes with that one I AM lazy) so yeah - I was just up the other night at three in the morning and thought hey, what the hell? How about a lemon? And I guess I was just in the lemon-making mood (that sounded strange-I'm sorry-I'm not like a perv or anything…I just have to be in a mood to write them…which ultimately does make me look a perv doesn't it? Sigh.) and presto - this chapter came up. SO>>>because this chapter is filler I'm not sure how I'll be able to connect it back into the original plot line BUT I”LL MANAGE I guess…you guys are great coaches so I'm sure I'll have the will power. Alright-so back to this, I know all of you have been thirsting for some “quality” sesskag time and I found myself thinking the same thing. So relax and enjoy - let me know what you think with a review here and there - THANKS ALL!!!!

 

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To “Fred” - THANK YOU-I really just COULDN”T find that 18 moons line…it was starting to make me really mad. Now I can fix it. Hurrah!

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~alakeshadow

 

 

 

Chapter 9: A Moment Of Weakness

 

 

All but Death, can be Adjusted—

Dynasties repaired—

Systems—settled in their Sockets—

Citadels—dissolved—

 

Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors

By Succeeding Springs—

Death—unto itself—Exception—

Is exempt from Change—

 

~Emily Dickenson

 

 

 

She couldn't sleep that night - not with all that had been going on in the past week with their gory battle and Rin and then that demonic horse Sesshomaru had brought back with him - but she didn't want to think about that right now. She would later on, when things were quieter.

 

Tossing and turning as much as she dared with Rin at her side, she finally decided to rise and take a walk around to relax herself. Getting a robe, she slipped it on over her sleeping kimono and gently slid open the sliding doors, nodding to the guards as they made eye contact with her before quickly looking away.

 

“Watch the child until I return.” She said softly before turning to walk down the hall, absently taking in this and that.

 

She walked for a while. Not having any particular place in which to rush off to she walked slowly, stopping every now and again to take something in like a painting or particularly well-painted wall scroll. She hadn't even realized she was in front of her husbands private resting chambers until she saw the guards posted there.

 

She stared at the doors, her hands tapping against her sides thoughtfully.

 

The scene they had created a couple weeks ago - she wondered where the idea had come into her head to take him on that way. Then again, a part of her said that what had happened, HAD to have at some point or another purely because the chemistry between the two just wouldn't allow for anything else.

 

She sighed. This mess was her family's fault. Sesshomaru was an asshole and must have known this whole agreement would be hell for her! All she found in this marriage was a more terrible side within her that she had never known she'd had.

 

She still found herself wanting to kill her husband in some deep dark part of her mind. Now that she was calmer, she knew that would only have spelt out death for herself and her family, not to mention another war breaking out amongst the peasants. She would be executed and the cardinal lords would argue amongst themselves as to who gained power in Sesshomaru's steed since the line stopped with her.

 

The thoughts made her melancholy.

 

`As if that wasn't enough…' She thought bitterly.

 

Her mind had become so dark. As a priestess who was the sole guardian to the Shikon Jewel she was supposed to possess all of the seven virtues and conquer over the seven evils. Prudence, temperance, justice, fortitude, charity, hope, and faith vs anger, greed, pride, sloth, lust, gluttony, and envy.

 

`Thou shalt not kill except when done to save the innocent.' Her mind whispered, her hands clenching and unclenching slowly, staring at the door before her, unsure of what she wanted to do.

 

*You are the most pure, most untainted off all of us - even I.* Kikyo had whispered to her the day she was chosen to take the sacred jewel into her possession.

 

A few weeks later was the ceremony that bound her to the sacred object so coveted by men and demons alike. She remembered it because she had asked her sister why it had to be her in the few minutes before heading up to the monk who would bless her and perform the ceremony rituals .

 

*As priestesses, we are the keepers of hope and purity, and we have chosen for you in your youth to lead that purpose on for us all. Do not lose track of your spirit - do not wish to shun or kill unnecessarily if there are times when you feel the need to do so. Work out your problems no matter the cost it will take to yourself.*

 

Even now Kagome knew she was referring to her upcoming adventures with demons.

 

*Onesan…I'm afraid…*

 

“Does my lady wish to pass?” One of the guards before her asked, tearing her away from her memories.

 

She looked away from him, biting her lip nervously.

 

The more she thought about it, she began to feel that it was more her fault that things were the way they were than her family's. Sure, they had bound her to a monster, but she was a chosen leader. She represented her father and mother - her lands in this union. She represented all of the good held in the world by both men and priestesses alike, perhaps even the few demons who had proven their purity - although such a thing as that was very rare.

 

She was the light in their dark world leading them forward. So when had she stopped doing that? When had she lost her focus - when she'd gotten married? She'd resented it sure- resented marrying a demon, resented her family for their choice - resented her sister who in many rights should have been there at that moment instead of her. Kikyo would have been a far better wife than she ever could be.

 

`Kikyo would have bowed at his feet like he wants me to do - like a slave, a worthless toy to play with until he gets tired.' She thought bitterly, remembering the look in her sister's eyes when her mother decided Kagome would be wed to him instead of her, the eldest. Kikyo had broken one of the sacred priestess rules then as well. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's goods.

 

Life had spun around on its heel - dragging her with it - making her lose sight of her true purpose. And it suddenly dawned on her that it didn't matter if she was happy - because she was there to make the world better - make others happy and prosperous with this marriage - and that was all. The realization hurt. Her mother had known it - Kikyo, her grandpa, all of them - they'd all known this when they signed the necessary documents giving her away, relinquishing her to Sesshomaru. Maybe Sesshomaru was right…maybe she WAS a piece of property…maybe she was just a tiny ant before the entire anthill asking for everyone else to change even though she was only one ant among thousands if not millions and billions.

 

“My lady…?”

 

She remembered the dark thrill she felt when Sesshomaru had bitten so deeply into her jugular and visibly flinched. Could she live like this - feeling so full of anger - so full of hatred? Could she go on having days when she would be able to make a half-hearted effort to try and resolve it all and then crash and burn the next? True…maybe she taunted him just a little too much…and maybe…no…THAT WAS the reason why they were always at each others throats. It was because she couldn't let her anger go. She couldn't swallow her pride - and her pride and anger were both evils of the world. She just kept dragging them with her everywhere she went like pieces of luggage.

 

She took a step forward to the screen doors.

 

Maybe it was time that she did let it go. In the long run what option did she have? She was a hypocrite in so many ways that what she was about to do didn't even come up to scratch with everything else. She realized now that the little trick she had played on him after their training fight wasn't humorous, as it was meant to be, and that had been because she had not correctly judged Sesshomaru's character…had never even tried to.

 

What she wanted was to know his past - wanted to talk to him about all the places he'd gone. She wanted to be a wife for something other than sex and children.

 

“Yes.”

 

She nodded to the guards, watching their fast, quiet movements as they opened the screen to let her pass. Silently, she entered the darkened chambers, seeing a small group of flickering candles lightening the stand next to her husband's futon, simultaneously hearing the screen door behind her softly close. She stepped forward silently, her eyes intent on Sesshomaru's face. When she stood directly above him she gracefully kneeled at his side, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his cheek. Sesshomaru didn't stir and taking that moment, she gently traced the purple stripes adorning his face.

 

She found that he looked so much more approachable when he was asleep. No angry words or acidic looks coming from his mouth or face - just the peaceful calm of one resting. She continued to stroke his cheek, watching as he shifted slightly. He sighed as she brought her hand away and she nibbled her lip offhandedly, wondering what would it be like to kiss him when he was asleep.

 

“What a thought for a wife to actually `want' to kiss husband, ne?” She asked him softly.

 

She fought against the idea, arguing that this would just wake up and wreak even more hell upon her - but something else said no. She smiled, wondering if he would kiss her back - wondering what it would feel like despite herself. She lay down beside him, hesitating briefly before cupping the side of his face with her palm and kissing him gently on the mouth.

 

At first he didn't respond, and disappointed she made to move away, but then suddenly she heard something like a whining groan, and just as softly, he kissed her back.

 

She couldn't help but close her eyes at how it felt - how pure and unforced it was - how it was so unhurried. There was no dominance in it - no need for control, just the taste of passionate longing. He made the same noise again, his mouth opening, allowing for both their tongues to connect with one another. She stilled, feeling an electrically-inclined current buzz through her at the contact and pushed her fingers into his long silken hair, allowing herself to freely breathe in his scent, realizing that she enjoyed it.

 

His tongue delved deeper, and she bent closer to him, feeling one of his arms come around her, gently squeezing her to his still-injured body. She was careful to keep most of the weight on herself so as not to hurt him or wake him up, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

 

Her other hand did the same as the first, delving through spider web silk, freely letting it tangle around her fingers as the kiss deepened even more. She knew she should pull away now - should get up and leave and take it as it was - but her body refused to move.

 

In the pit of her stomach she felt a quiver of fiery desire slowly beginning to blossom out into pure raw need, and suddenly found she longed for the feelings she felt to go further.

 

She half dragged, half pulled his body on top of hers, her eyes fluttering closed as his mouth left hers to skim butterfly kisses down the column of her throat, his mouth upon meeting the barrier of her sleeping kimono gently tugging it free with his teeth. The intimate action caused a spear of pure need to pierce through her body and she moaned, her hands pulling away the fabric so that her skin was completely bared to his touch. Because of them he wore no clothing so as to make his bandaging easier, and when she felt his hot skin touch hers she gave a low, contented sigh.

 

This was what it was supposed to be. This was the way she had always wanted it to feel.

 

His mouth traced lazy circles around her breast, stopping at her nipple and tweaking it lightly with his teeth. She jerked, her knees tightening against his sides, her head throwing itself back as she bit back a cry of pleasure. His tongue continued on, tracing unhurried kisses down her ribs, and then up again to her other breast where he did the same as before.

 

She held him to her, bathing in the sheer wonderment of his touch on her body - amazed that someone she had thought so hard and cold could be so soft. One of his hands slid gently down her stomach, stopping at the thatch of black curls over her center and pressing down lightly. Her entire body seemed to spasm out of control, her mouth trying desperately to take in gasps of air as quietly as possible. But as his hand slid lower and she felt him insert one of his long pale fingers into her, she couldn't help but give a mew of pleasure. He began moving within her, slowly at first and then faster, back and forth, another finger joining the first, stroking her inner walls and making her bite her lip so hard she tasted blood. She felt her body squeeze around him, drawing him in, pleading for something more fulfilling, but he refused to give her what she wanted, his fingers continuing to stroke faster and faster until she was thrusting her hips hard against them, one of her hands pressing his closer to her.

 

When she came, it was in much the same way she had imagined a flash flood would, her body exploding, surging forward, her legs and muscles clamping around him as she felt tears begin to fall in great wet tides down her face. It was hard to believe he was asleep - and for a moment she wondered if maybe he wasn't - but as she pulled him slowly yet urgently back to her mouth she saw he wasn't faking it, he truly was still unconscious. She contemplated waking him up - why not? She needed now what he had been trying to force on her for so long - but that didn't matter just then. All that mattered was that she was happy - and if having to wake Sesshomaru was what she needed in order to finish her selfish desires, so be it.

 

This time, her kiss was hard, passionate. She bit at his lips with the force of an animal, her hands clawing his back, dragging him closer against her. She felt him waking, felt the way his heart beat faster until it seemed to match hers. She watched his face as his eyes opened for the first time and was surprised to see no anger or fury there. She moaned, her eyes closing, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips, no longer caring if she hurt him.

 

He didn't say a word. She felt his hands, powerful hands that could rip her to pieces trail teasingly across her breasts, raking them, watching as red lines appeared against white, smoothing over those same markings slowly, his palms cupping the soft mounds, bringing them to his mouth and tasting the satin skin once more.

 

She arched up into him, feeling his hard length against the inside of her thigh and whimpered, remembering the feeling of the first time he became one with her body - remembering that even through the pain it had felt so delicious the way he filled her so completely.

 

“Sesshomaru-” Her breath hitched as his face pressed itself into her skin, inhaling deeply even as it slid lower and lower on her body. When he came to her damp core he looked up her body at her flushed face, his tongue reaching out and roughly sweeping across her sensitized skin, causing her to cry out, her hands fisting in the futon on either side of her.

 

“What have you been doing while I was asleep?” He murmured, a trace of arrogant amusement lining his voice.

 

“I-I couldn't-”

 

She sucked in her breath sharply as she felt his tongue delve deeply within her tightness in one lazy stroke, making her entire body shudder. She felt more than heard the low purr that came from his throat and moaned piteously, clawing at the bed sheets beneath her.

 

He withdrew slowly, burying his face against her, taking her scent in and for a moment he paused, causing her breath to stop, waiting, unsure of what would happen next.

 

“You have the most wonderful taste…” He breathed, his eyes finding her down the center of her perfect body, molten gold clashing against brown so dark it was almost black. And before she could respond his mouth closed over her.

 

She screamed again, her head thrown back as his teeth and tongue began nipping and stroking her hot center until her whole being was in a violent frenzy. She tried to rebel, reaching for him, trying to grab onto any part of him and failing. She collapsed back on the pillows with a moan of frustration, her hips thrusting up against his marvelous mouth, her brain unable to cope for much longer with the heat building inside of her.

 

“Sesshomaru - stop I-”

 

She gave a strangled cry as his hands scooped underneath her buttocks and lifted her closer to his greedy mouth. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she locked her ankles behind his head, urging him on, deeper, harder, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't stop the magic his mouth was making on her skin. He stopped just before she came, his soft breath blowing gently over her throbbing flesh. She jerked, her body screaming out its pleasurable loss. Her legs unlocked from around him and before she even had the chance to try to bring him to her, he slid up her body, his mouth glistening with her essence. Once again, his mouth found her breast and all she could do was close her eyes as she readied herself for another orgasm.

 

“Not yet pet…hold on for a little longer.” He whispered, his breath feathering hotly over her skin.

 

She whined, writhing this way and that, her hands jerking his head up to her mouth and kissing him once more. She tasted herself on his lips and on his tongue and the realization came through a hazy fog of need. She broke away just long enough to nip at his chin, her teeth brushing down his neck and biting gently, making his magnificent body quiver.

 

“Please…don't make me wait anymore…” She moaned, her eyes great whirling pools of desire as her hands slid down his back, grabbing his buttocks and pulling them against her.

 

She desired him.

 

The realization rushed through his body with the strength of a typhoon, and capturing her lips once more he silently nodded, no longer wanted to draw out either of their waiting. In one fluid movement he became one with her body and she gasped, his tongue taking advantage of it and sliding along her teeth, distracting her temporarily until his body thrust inside of her again. She gave a great shout of elation, tears running down her cheeks as he slid out of her and in one solid movement joined them again. Her hips met his thrusts, her knees locking themselves against his hips. He had no breath to speak and wordlessly grabbed her legs instead, wrapping them around his waist. She complied only to readily, arching her back, letting her husband once more taste the sweetness of her breasts, his thrusts coming harder and faster, filling her completely until she thought she might burst - only to have him pull away and leave her crying out in anguish for the loss. She didn't know how long it went on - her nails raking his back, the smell of herbs and their sweat mingling with one another, the sound of their panting groans as they nipped and kissed at one another like wild beasts.

 

With a grown he reared up and backwards, bringing her with him, her legs never loosening from around his waist. Grabbing her hips he ground her small body onto his, opening her deeper, letting her feel an even deeper penetration that before. She arched backwards, her raven hair flying wildly around her shoulders, her perfect breasts bouncing enticingly with every thrust, golden pools of sweat glistening on both their bodies in the candlelight.

 

The instant before she came he grabbed her face with one of his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue battling with hers for control. He felt her still then and waited, feeling as her entire world come crashing down. She screamed into his mouth, her body bursting around him even as he fought to hold off and perhaps even push on. But he almost immediately realized he couldn't - not with her silken walls so tight around him, squeezing, pressing him for his own release. He came with a roar of respite, and her now-raw throat gave a gasp, feeling his orgasm overtake her entire body.

 

Unable to remain sitting up, they collapsed backwards, Sesshomaru landing on top of her, their ragged breathing wonderful to both of their ears.

 

They remained like that for a while, their breathing eventually evening out, their reason coming right on its heels. Shifting slightly, Sesshomaru leaned back on one elbow, turning onto his side to look down at her in what could have been amazement.

 

“Were you trying to rape me in my sleep, pet?” He asked her quietly.

 

She detected that self-same tinge of male ego and glanced away, suddenly aware of how naked she was, as well as how close.

 

“You wish.” She said quietly, making one of his eyebrows raise slightly in pleasurable understanding.

 

“I see.”

 

Turning away from him she pulled the single silk coverlet over her body and heard him growl softly, one of his hands pulling the material away and pulling lightly at her shoulder, turning her onto her back. Instinctively she covered her breasts and the gesture made the corners of his mouth tip up slightly before his face became impassive once more.

 

“Trying to hide your self from me is pointless…” He whispered, his mouth leaning down to nibble biting kisses across her shoulder. A shiver went through her at the contact and she felt him smile against her skin, his tongue swirling a path along her collar bone.

 

“I'll just leave then-” She said, surprised when her words came out as more of a squeak than actual words. She made to do as she said and he growled.

 

“Oh no you don't.” Wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her backwards, rolling her pliant body beneath his once more. She didn't fight back, caught off guard by the action.

 

“It was a mistake coming here.” She said, clearing her throat to make the words less tight-sounding.

 

He made a sound akin to a cat purring, his mouth nipping at the corner of her mouth before capturing her lips in his. For all of a second she tried to fight back but found she both couldn't and didn't want to. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt the softness of his tongue against her, scraping across her teeth before coming back to her own. Hesitantly, she tried the same and flinched as her tongue caught on one of his fangs. She drew back but he wouldn't hear of it and kissed her again, finding the tip of her tongue that had been cut and gently soothing it with his own. She felt herself beginning to tingle as before and pulled away once more, her eyes meeting his briefly before looking away with a maiden-like blush.

 

“I'm glad you did.” He said heatedly.

 

“But this Sesshomaru has to wonder where the she-cat within his wife has gone.”

 

“I don't want to fight anymore…” She whispered simply, the tips of her fingers feathering over the crescent moon on his forehead, then ghosting down from his nose to his cheek and off. His eyes closed slightly at the touch, his face turning into it, kissing them.

 

“If we continue on as we were, than we shall never fight.” He said sensually, his hands grasping each of her breasts and cupping them, his thumbs rubbing erotically across her nipples until they were hard and erect.

 

She shifted slightly as if in embarrassment and the action confused him. Was this the same woman who had just come to him or her own free will - and then gone through with it?

 

“Why the sudden change of heart?” He asked, suddenly suspicious of her motives, his golden eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

 

She didn't know how to answer and kissed him instead, her soft mouth pliant beneath his, her other hand sliding along the muscled ridges of his back. He gave a growl and kissed her back, his hands sliding down her ribs until they were tracing the curves of her hips, sliding her closer to him.

 

She moaned, feeling his hard body press harder against her own.

 

She waited a few moments before breaking slowly away and looking up into his face.

 

“I want you to call me by my name.” She said seriously, watching for any sign of emotion. His eyes scanned her face, resting on her full lower lip. Wordlessly he reached down and tugged at it teasingly making her gasp softly.

 

“And why would I do that?” He asked, and she felt him flinch for the first time since he'd awoken as he finally noticed his wounds. Offhandedly, she realized that there was something wet against her stomach, realizing it was blood. She watched as he cursed, gingerly sitting up, straddling her hips as a result. He looked down at her briefly, taking in the ruffled hair spread around her body, taking in the way her scent melted in with his own. It was the most alluring thing he'd ever seen and he cursed again, twisting away from her to the candles beside him. It was then that she noticed the roll of bandages and bowl of cold water with a clean cloth resting beside it.

 

She watched as he reached out to grab the bandages, flinching once again as he did so and quickly unrolled them, attempting to undo his previous ones now soaked through with his blood.

 

He felt a tearing pain just at the thought of twisting around to redo them and suddenly felt movement behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her crawl over to his side and stop, looking up at him.

 

“Here…” She attempted to take the bandages from his hand but he only growled, snatching them away. She paused and he felt a brief surge of anger well up inside of her before it disappeared.

 

“I want to help-”

 

“I don't need help.” He said, and there was a sneer on his face now as he looked down at her, once more the cold, calculated ruler. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

 

“You know you'll only hurt yourself more if you try to do it yourself - now give me those.” She reached out further and he responded by pulling them in another direction so that she couldn't reach them once again.

 

He watched as she stopped and inhaled deeply before exhaling the same way.

 

“That's it.” Standing, she made a move to kick him in the stomach and instinctively, he brought his hands down to defend himself giving her the perfect opportunity to snatch them away. He gave a hiss and made to stand but came to an abrupt halt as a searing pain ripped through him.

 

“See?” She asked him accusingly, seeing the pain he was in simply by looking at the way he was gritting his teeth so hard.

 

“I've been able to take care of myself well-enough until you showed up.” He said with another hiss and this time she couldn't help her anger.

 

“Showed up? SHOWED UP? You asked my mother to MARRY ME. What part of that is I SHOWED UP?” She asked, feeling herself being worked into a rage yet again by this man before her. He glared up at her and she put her hands on her hips defiantly.

 

“Give me the bandages. Now.” He growled, his eyes holding no patience for anything otherwise. Her own eyebrows flew up into her hairline, nearly disappearing amidst the wild raven tresses.

 

“Say please and maybe I will.”

 

“You WILL give me those NOW.” He ground out, making to stand yet again and once more falling back with a barely suppressed grunt of pain.

 

“You're such an idiot.” She said vengefully, throwing the small white bundle at his head with all the strength she had. He caught them easily but she still saw his muscles clench with the effort the action caused.

 

“I came here to make amends - for real this time. I know we don't get along and I know it's partly my fault-” He snickered nastily and she glared at him harder.

 

“-but I also know that you're to blame as well!”

 

“Perhaps my only mistake was in asking for you and not your sister.” He said through gritted teeth, attempting to wrap the bandages around his ribs and failing.

 

His words hit a nerve and the next thing she knew all she could see was red.

 

“Oh really.”

 

The words were so quiet that he couldn't help but stiffen, sensing the barely suppressed rage seething beneath the surface in her voice.

 

“You want to know why you didn't choose Kikyo? Well then…I'll tell you why you chose me instead.”

 

He had no time to react - and as it was he might not have been able to anyways in his weakened state.

 

She was suddenly in front of him, her hands grabbing his face as she forcibly kissed him, her teeth biting painfully into his lips, her tongue seeking dominance over his own - seeking pain and not caring whether it was her own or his. He responded instantly as she'd known he would, his hands dropping the bandages and going to her back, his claws digging into her pale young flesh. She felt him growl, felt his hands roughly slid down her back to her buttocks and grab them, roughly thrusting her against his already-aching member. She felt her anger flowing into her mouth and used it, her hands sliding into his hair, tugging at it until she knew it became painful, but he only kissed her harder and she returned it, until with a well placed push, she knocked him backwards and stood, her raven hair flying wildly around her form.

 

His chest was heaving, his eyes tinged lightly with the barest shade of red and it caused satisfaction to course through her as she looked over him.

 

“You married me instead of her for THAT.” And with that she grabbed her robe and spun on her heel, throwing open the screen doors before the guards had a chance too, and marching smartly back to her room, still in the midst of securing her robe around herself. The guards gave each other quick knowing glances as they closed the door behind her, one even laughing inwardly.

 

Sesshomaru blankly watched her go, his body becoming still.

 

`Damn her…' He thought angrily, his eyes catching sight of the bowl of untouched water all of a foot from him.

 

In one fluid movement his claws ripped it to pieces, swiping it into the far corners of the room.

 

“Damn her to hell.”

 

 

*****

 

That was it - IT. No more would she try and fix things between them. This had been the last straw. This was it. She just couldn't do it anymore.

 

In her anger she hadn't thought to put her night gown back on and now, as she became further and further away from Sesshomaru's chambers, she became more and more embarrassed by it.

 

The guards no doubt knew what had transpired between them. She'd screamed loud enough to ensure that and the thought made her visibly flinch.

 

Originally, she thought she'd just go back to her rooms and check up on Rin, or maybe even go back to sleep - but that thought was expelled instantly since her body and mind were wide awake. So she took a turn at the next corridor and went down the staircase to the castle's private gardens instead, hoping the tranquility of them would help calm her.

 

Instantly she knew she'd made the right decision. The first step out into the Tsukiyama-style gardens, the vibrant green of the grass and the scent of camellia and Japanese magnolia floating sweetly upon the air, made her feel once more one with herself. She stopped, looking around her at the distant hill off in the distance meant to represent Mount Fuji then at the combined pond and stream and various plants, shrubs, and trees. She inhaled deeply, scenting faint traces of Hydrangea in the air as well and continued further on into the aesthetically-engineered gardens.

 

She found the bushes of purple and blue hydrangeas next to the stream that wound its way through the garden, catching sight of a small elegant bridge in the dawning sky. Making sure her robe was tightly secured, she carefully picked a single clump of fragrant flowers and brought them to her nose before walking forward onto the small wooden bridge.

 

She stopped half-way across, her elbows leaning against the railing as she looked down into the water below her. In moments she saw ripples form just beneath the surface and smiled, knowing them to be the koi that waited just beneath the bridge for food. At her shadow they had assumed it was their feeding time and had been unknowingly tricked from their sleeping areas as a result.

 

She regretted not having brought anything to feed them - and instead began to pluck petals from the hydrangea she had picked. With a sigh she watched as the silken petals floated down to lightly land on the waters surface. Instantly, ten tiny mouths came out, all rivals for the same pieces of flower. She watched them, seeing them realize the things they had eaten were not food and spit the petals out, eventually returning to their hiding spots beneath the bridge. She watched them go, slightly disappointed.

 

Lifting her head she looked off in the distance, watching as the sky slowly lightened, going from purple to lighter shades of blue, red and orange crawling here and there across the sky as the sun attempted to rise. Around her birds began to chirp and she saw skylarks begin their daily inspection of the ground for worms and insects. She felt the first breeze of the day waft around her, swirling her silk robe, her hair flying out gently behind her to settle once more at her hips. Far off she heard the distant sounds of neighing horses as they were lead out to pasture and became wistful, wanting to feel the hard back of one of her horses beneath her as she rode off - away from this place back to her home.

 

But she couldn't. What she had realized before going to Sesshomaru's resting chambers still applied to her now. She could not run away from her problems. Sesshomaru was tenacious - he'd never let her go. Maybe what she needed was to see somebody besides her husband for a change like Inuyasha or Sango. Even Kikyo would be preferable to Sesshomaru.

 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around in surprise, her body ready to defend itself instantly. To her complete surprise however she saw Sesshomaru standing there and frowned, instantly realizing she'd prefer an enemy to him.

 

At least with an enemy she could kick his ass.

 

“What do you want?” She asked bitingly, turning back the way she'd been before.

 

There was silence behind her.

 

“Then go away.”

 

“No.”

 

She turned around again, her eyes blazing.

 

“You just can't let me go can you?”

 

“I do not let go of things that are mine.”

 

“I'm not an object!” She spat, her hands flying into the air in her frustration. She noticed offhandedly that he wore his normal white hamakas and white shirt which hung open, his bare chest and ragged wounds clearly exposed. The blood hadn't been cleaned away yet and she noticed with dark satisfaction that he hadn't been able to bandage himself either.

 

“You are a woman.” He said simply, his eyes blank and cold.

 

“And you're a MAN - does that degrade your worth at all? Well it certainly does in my eyes!” She spat.

 

“She speak nonsense as always.” He said simply, looking past her out over the hills and water.

 

“Nonsense to YOU.” She huffed, following his gaze before shaking herself and beginning to march off the other side of the bridge.

 

“I worked hard for your hand.” He stated loudly from behind her and she snorted before she could help herself.

 

“Did you beg?” She asked sarcastically, looking briefly over her shoulder and pausing when he wasn't there. He was in front of her now instead and she screeched to a stop, somehow managing to not run into him.

 

“I do not beg.”

 

“You would if I had a say…” She mumbled under her breath, watching his eyes widen slightly.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked suspiciously and she shrugged innocently attempting to walk around him. Deftly, he stepped to the side and blocked her.

 

She gave another huff.

 

“Sesshomaru - WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?” She asked, her words an angry staccato.

 

His eyes flashed dangerously and she found herself swallowing hard and taking a cautionary step backwards before she could help herself.

 

“No. I told you I didn't want to fight anymore - and YOU all but spit in my face!” She said, finding anger to override the brief surge of fear she'd felt earlier.

 

“I declined your assistance to give me aid.”

 

That did it. She couldn't help it any longer and exploded.

 

“You only want what YOU want - never anyone else, Sesshomaru! But I'll clue you in HUSBAND - I'm your WIFE. I'm not a horse to ride, and I'm not a rug to walk all over, I'm your wife - and a guardian to one of the most powerful - if not THE most powerful relic in Japan! Or did you just happen to forget that little detail because of that large stick constantly shoved up your ass?” She all but shouted, poking him in the chest with her finger to prove her point.

 

“That's the reason you chose me in the first place isn't it? Not for the right to my family's lands or the “betterment of the four cardinal lords”? No - it was for this body and the sacred jewel lying dormant within it!” Her hands clutched at the space over her heart where she knew the jewel resided.

 

He was silent and that same silence answered all of her questions.

 

“You're a cold-hearted bastard Sesshomaru…you really are. And you know what - that's good. That's great. Because it's what gives you the edge you need to defeat your enemies and run your lands, but BY GOD I'M DONE with it all! I want out - I want away - from you, from all of it! I want to be just a simple priestess again - and I can't even do THAT because I'm no longer a virgin!”

 

Her face was flaming, her clenched fists waving this way and that in exclamation to her thoughts as she'd grown tired of poking him. He watched it all, once more feeling a faint spark of amusement.

 

“This is true.”

 

“Don't AGREE with me you arrogant prick!” She lashed out with her hand and he easily caught it in his, his larger one engulfing it in his. Glaring even harder at him she tried to jerk herself free and found he had an iron-tight hold around her wrist.

 

“I am arrogant.” He said suddenly, his voice quiet. The words caused her to stop in surprise her mouth falling open.

 

He shrugged at her reaction.

 

“You are right. I am. I am thoughtless, cold, and stoic. I am hard and ruthless - everything you have said I am. But it cannot be changed. I am too old to be changed.” He released her hand and it fell to her side temporarily forgotten.

 

“I kill without regret, fight and maim and rule with an iron fist.” He took a step towards her and she took an equal step back, surprise never leaving her face.

 

“I lust for power, lead conquests that gain me something better than I previously had, and yes, I did choose you for the reasons you stated earlier. That jewel within your body is the only thing on this earth that could defeat me if held in the hands of the wrong person.”

 

He had backed her up against the railing and she fumbled, her hands hitting hard wood.

 

His voice softened even more and she felt the heat from his body seep into her own through her thin robe.

 

“I am a bastard. A predatory, self-fulfilling bastard.” And he kissed her, his lips everything he had just illustrated against her own, eating them, consuming them in his power, his desire for her. She gave a cry of despair and tried to push him away but he didn't budge and her body refused to obey her as it quivered, shivers of honeyed rain raining over her, fire erupting along her nerve endings - enclosing her in a bubble of raw desire to his. Now that she'd willingly tasted the forbidden fruit she only wanted more.

 

She gave another cry against his mouth before her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands burying themselves into his hair, feeling it mix with her own, rubbing softly against her skin. His hands dug into her back, pulling and tugging at it until it loosened enough for him to jerk from her body, letting it fall to their feet in a puddle of dark silk.

 

His mouth never released hers as one hand grabbed her own and brought it down to the place of his desire, pressing it into him, feeling her gasp against his mouth.

 

“Do you feel this?” He asked, rubbing her hand back and forth against him, watching her expression as his hips flexed into the motions.

 

“THIS is what I am.”

 

His mouth traveled down to her breasts and he bit hard into the silken skin above one making her cry out in pain.

 

“THAT is what I am.” His mouth was back to hers instantly and she moaned, feeling his hand release hers and rip away the tie that held his pants on. He kicked them away in one graceful motion and she felt him long and silky hard against her.

 

“I am a monster - a demon - a MAN.” He became one with her body in one fluid movement and she threw her head back, a gasp rattling her entire body as she felt herself leaning over the edge of the railing.

 

“God - but you were right. I'm. not. The. Only. One. That's. To. Blame.” Each word was followed by a thrust and she cried out, her hips thrusting back against his, one of her hands digging into the hard wood while the other clutched at his hair.

 

“YOU my dear are a spoiled - stuck up - tease.”

 

“I'm not-” But he cut her off as he came out of her, turning her around and thrusting inside once more, her scream of pleasure echoing out across the gardens.

 

“Oh yes you are.” He said into her ear, his hands settling on the tops of hers and folding them down against the railing.

 

“You just can't let yourself give in - you whine about me being a monster and yet you DO want me. You try to act so innocent but you're not. You're just a little goodey-two-shoes who's just never satisfied.” She threw her head back against his shoulder, her mouth taking in great chunks of air, moaning and gasping, unable to fight the roiling waves of pure ecstasy running through her.

 

He bit gently into her neck over his mark and felt her tip her head further to the side for better access.

 

“Oh…sweet, sweet Kagome - and there. You have gotten your wish - because it seems I've finally said your name.”

 

She gave a mewling sound and he felt her coming, felt it in the way her inner walls tightened around him, by the way she was trying to breath out syllables of his name and failing.

 

“Oh Kagome. My little hypocrite Kagome. MY Kagome…” He whispered the words like a mantra, each phrase accompanied by another thrust and she bit her lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head until she could no longer take it.

 

She screamed her release into the still morning air and he swallowed it with his mouth, his hips continuing to thrust, refusing to stop just yet. She cried out in denial as he worked her body into another electric ball of pleasure and came again, shuddering with another orgasm. Only then did he throw his own head back and roar out his release, his hips flexing as with one furious move he slammed himself deeply within her and came.

 

The moments ticked by like hours and even as their breathing slowed neither moved nor spoke. He stayed within her, his hands still covering hers, her head laying back against his shoulder. Their eyes were the only thing that gave off movement and even then it was only to switch from looking at the scenery to looking into each others eyes. She felt his heart beating against her back, felt the slickness of blood and sweat between their bodies but none of it seemed to matter to the pair still standing there, staring at one another.

 

Sesshomaru moved first, his eyes snapping to the side as he heard movement coming towards them from a far way off. The motion brought Kagome back to her senses and she broke off the contact, taking her head from his shoulder and straightening, the litheness of her body stunning to him as her movements brought his eyes back to her. Neither spoke as he slid from her body and neither spoke as they dressed. The only other action done after that was from Kagome as she quietly turned to exit the gardens, her husband silently following after her.

 

*****

 

When the castle came fully alive its staff found it unseemly quiet. The normal bickering and screaming of the owners weren't heard. The servants moved and did their chores as was expected. None of its inhabitants even knew where the couple were, assuming both were still in their beds.

 

In the same set of mind, Awabi walked to the hospital wing, ready to make sure all was in order. When he approached however, he found with surprise that a single guard stood before the entrance who he'd never seen stationed there before.

 

“None may enter.” He said as Awabi made to slide open the screen door. An eyebrow rose in question and the guard snuck a look over his shoulder at the closed door.

 

“My lord and lady bade me not let anyone enter here - not even you, doctor.” He said with a stiff bow making Awabi glance back and forth from him, to the door, as if expecting to gain X-ray vision in those next few seconds.

 

He didn't. Hands on his hips, he left, a faint smile on his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the medical wing thinking he'd head down to the kitchens to lay down just a bit of gossip. Who knew? Maybe Himema would make him something special in return for the information. Honest to god but that woman was a magnificent chef…

 

And with that he was gone altogether.

 

From inside the hospital wing, Kagome finished washing her husband's wounds and kneeled before him with a small pile of white bandages, Sesshomaru watching her with unreadable eyes as she leaned forward and began gently wrapping the white gauze firmly around his torso and chest.

 

And it was so.

 

 

 

 

 

Authors Notes-i know its "thou shalt not kill" but it wouldn't have made sense with her fighting and killing demons so i altered it a little. sorry for anyone out there who is religious and has a problem with that but oh well-sorry.