InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ Four in One ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: If I owned InuYasha, Rin and Sesshomaru would have been making it like jackrabbits already!

WARNING!!!: These stories contain strong violence, sexual situations, and/or dirty pouty mouthed people. If you are easily offended or do not like such material please go ride on your little pretty pink ponies and go fly back over to the innocent side of the rainbow! There's a reason why it's rated "M" children!

Well this little extra would have been posted last night but it wasn't quite finished yet and I had to work later than normal today so that's why it's not as early as I would have liked. It also didn't help that I opened my email to look for new stories to read and half of my inbox was filled with SessXKag pairings. Safe to say that put me in a bad mood. That pairing rubs me the wrong way!

Anyway, enough with the blabs, hope you enjoy this latest installment because I know I enjoyed writing it for your viewing pleasure! This story has FOUR songs that inspired this, you'll be able to tell at which part each song came in.

A First Time For Everything

Four in One

“You and Your hand” --- Pink

“Hey There Delilah” --- Plain White T's

“Smack That” --- Akon Featuring Eminem

“Konstantine” --- Something Corporate

It was quiet, too quiet, and nervously she b it down on her lower lips waiting for anything from the three pairs of eyes staring at her intently. The room was warm despite the freezing temperature outside and sparing one last glance at her cars, she pulled one out and placed it face down on the steadily growing stack.

“Two sevens,” she said as smoothly as possible.

“B-fucking S Rin!” A baritone voice called from the kitchen, the tall silver haired speaker appearing in the hallway with a tray with a varied sort of liquor bottles. A few held between his arms due to lack of space.

The card was flipped over and Rin protested showing her companions - InuYasha that she was in fact holding a seven. Bubbling laughter floated up and after a careful and slow explanation by the midnight haired girl across from her (InuYasha's fiancé Kagome), Rin groaned. There after all had only been one card, a seven, but unfortunately for Rin, she was seeing double.

So silently she seethed as the two males, InuYasha and Miroku (she'd forgotten he was even there until there was as shriek from Sango, who was now sitting in between Kagome and Rin) cheered.

This game officially sucked. Who decided to add alcohol to card games anyway? It seemed innocent at first, a little girl's game with a busty Sango and fiery Kagome; however, when Miroku and InuYasha showed up, Rin knew she'd be in trouble.

The two males after all, had become her drinking buddies and now they were getting her back for slipping them some low level roofies and taking less than appealing photos of them.

It wouldn't have been bad, she told herself eyeing InuYasha's try at an innocent look. I guess I shouldn't have called Koga over to prop both of her buddies in awkward sexual positions and then posting the pictures on myspace.

At least Kagome and Sango found it hilarious, but at the moment Rin was regretting it. InuYasha filled an empty pitcher with various hard liquors, mixing it with a devilish grin on his face before filling up Rin's plastic cup and handing it back to her. They'd only been playing the stupid card game for forty-five minutes or so and Rin was losing big time.

Frowning as her close friends chanted “chug-a-lug”, Rin downed the drink in three big gulps, her stomach curling up and dying as the warm liquid forced itself down her throat. It burned and she sputtered, covering her mouth to keep from vomiting, it tasted like yesterday's sweat-soaked gym socks with confectioners sugar.

Her legs had long since gone numb and the temperature was rising, her sweater sticking to her then finding itself tossed halfway across the room as she struggled to seethe number on her cards. This game really sucked, and drunkenly she voiced her opinions only for InuYasha to shove yet another drink in her face.

“Happy birthday,” he laughed obnoxiously holding up the now half empty pitch of liquid death. “Now drink up babe!”

Birthdays were meant for a lot of things like money, diamond rights, Ferraris, and flash shinny wrapping papers and bows, but nowhere in Rin's rulebook did it say that revenge was a present. Hell it wasn't something tangible and it didn't have a price tag or receipt, so she didn't want it.

Any other day of the year, sure, she was game. She could take on both Miroku and InuYasha (like she'd had Koga) and drink them under the table, but not tonight. They were cheating, and the worst part was that everyone in the room knew it.

The second drink went down slower than the first. The liquid sloshing over the sides of the plastic cup and all over her clothes. She choked it down, panting as the empty cup fell, her hands flying to wipe away the moisture gathering at her eyes. Did she already mention how much she hated card games because she loathed them and all of her friends at the moment too.

“Hey Rin,” She lifted her head acknowledging Miroku's voice. “You about ready to go?”

Go? Where was she going? Rin had no idea and she could hear Kagome and Sango's protests. Were they taking her home? She wondered. Because she wasn't sure if she could stand on her own and the only person who drove over was Miroku, on his scooter.

At least that's the only thing she could plainly remember because of how ugly it was and how stupid Miroku looked on it and Rin had no problems telling him so as she sipped her fourth - or was it fifth drink of InuYasha's poison?

“Come on Rin,” it was InuYasha's voice this time. “Time to go!”

Hands, lots of hands grabbed her, pulling her, and hauled her up to her feet, but Rin could only laugh as she staggered. Once or twice running into large objects and crashing to the floor. The pain didn't register in her brain, so falling hard was forgotten as she found herself reinforced into her jacket.

She could still hear Kagome and Sango's angry voices growing louder, the words nothing but baby gibberish and she protested wearing the heavy jacket. Rin was too hot to wear a jacket and she tried pulling it off only for a pair of strong hands smacking hers away.

Somehow her shoes were put on at one point and she was bundled up, Miroku's hypnotic voice echoing in her head. Her mind was fuzzy and shutting down and her skin was burning.

“S-stop!” she tugged her arm reaching for her jacket zipper and trying to pull it down.

“No Rin it's too cold, leave it on.” His words were jumbling together but she ignored him.

She was burning up, her gasping for air loud and she choked, Rin was having an attack. A loud swear blew through her ear and hands tugged at her, ripping at her pockets and a solid object was forced into her mouth. The air was disgusting and it resembled the taste of sucking on batteries and Rin gagged swallowing the bile rising in her throat.

That was one way to defend herself against an asthma attack, she mused drunkenly following behind Miroku, his fingers clasped tightly around her wrist. Honestly, she would have chosen to take off everything that was restricting her breathing, mainly her heavy jacket. But at least he'd unzipped it part of the way, so she wasn't going to complain.

Rin, however, did voice her drunken and slurred distaste seeing the rundown scooter as they approached. It wasn't that Rin thought the vehicle was a piece of trash, because it wasn't, but what self-respecting twenty-four year old man purchased and drove a teenaged-girl's type of vehicle. Hell it didn't go over forty-five, talk about a retarded car choice.

Miroku put the helmet on her head instructing her to buckle it as he climbed on the scoot and revved the engine. Though for Rin, she found it the perfect opportunity to hurriedly strip off both jacket and helmet before climbing on behind him and leaving the dam and dreary car lot.

Rin gasped as the cold air hit her bare flesh, her eyes watering from the wind in her face, but she couldn't help laughing. Now this is what she was talking about. Snow fell lightly covering the sidewalks and streets in a thin layer of white. The roads were empty and it was just her and the road, oh yeah and Miroku too.

The feeling of life around her excited Rin, she could feel it building in her abdomen; it was like fire in her veins. No one really liked her when she got like this, Rin needed to give into the pleasure, wanted the stars and the closeness. Okay, so she was a slutty drunk, everyone had potent ional, but it was Rin who loved going out with a bang. Or maybe a good lay.

Rin laughed loudly hearing Miroku's surprised cry, his body tensing. She didn't care who it was, well not really at the moment, and she smiled breathing heavily into his ear as her cold hand tightened around him. It had been quite easy bypassing his pants since she knew how loose he sometimes kept them (unlike other people she knew).

He was hot, his flesh sending chills up her spine and hearing his shocked voice say her name was like well-played music. She didn't pay attention to anything else besides her need, her stupid drunken need, but it was there and it was strong.

She laughed again feeling his hand tugging at hers and when the scooter jerked, she removed her hand from his pants like it was diseased. It jerked again and she heard him swear about black ice, but ice wasn't black, she told herself, it was white. And Rin made the biggest mistake one could, she let go of Miroku as he swerved to gain control.

For a moment it was like Rin stumbled into a dream, she could feel herself falling; hear herself screaming before something heavy and solid came crashing onto her. Light exploded in front of her eyes and when her body stopped rolling it went black.

Rin didn't know how long she'd lost consciousness for, but it was long enough that the hazy drunkenness that clouded her mind to disappear almost entirely. Her body ached; she knew that for certain and it took her a few minutes to gather her bearings enough to stand only to double over and heave up everything she consumed that day.

Her throat burned and she could feel the dampness of her tears as she limped over to a nearby bench. It was cold out, the gooseflesh prickling over her skin and sitting down, she tried to assess the situation.

She didn't know where she was, the street signs blurring together and making her head hurt. It was snowing heavier than it had been before and she was only wearing a flimsy blue tank top and a pair of blue denim jeans. One of her shoes had gone missing and the sock was soaked through and she pulled it off and dropped it.

No sock was better than a wet sock, she explained to herself.

It didn't help that it was the middle of December and it would undoubtedly get colder and since she didn't know where she was, she couldn't go anywhere. Besides, if she left how would Miroku be able to find her?

She had to stay put until he came and retrieved her, it was the only way, so she ignored the loud blaring sounds of sirens all around her and pulled her knees up to her chest and hiding her crying face in her arms. She wouldn't move an inch.

However, not moving wouldn't keep her mind off the stinging pain of her limbs and head so she did the only thing she could think of to do, she sang along to an inaudible song that had been constantly playing on all the radio stations like a bad record.

“…A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars. I'd walk to you if I had no other way…” Her voice was softer than a whisper, but it was all she needed.

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If there was one thing he hated, it was being interrupted; the other was being interrupted after he had already turned off all of his IM's, pager, and took his home phone off its hook.

Hell, he even turned his cell phone on silent, but it didn't stop them from sending him a text message - several times over. In fact, he not only hated it, it was irritating him and if they didn't stop someone would surely wind up in the hospital.

When the phone stopped going off, Sesshomaru refocused his attention on the more important aspects of life, reading. It was a simple pleasure that he loved to indulge in, but rarely got enough free time to do so, and he'd be seriously cross if he couldn't finish it before the night was through.

All he had left was ten pages, ten pages and then he'd see what his pathetic half brother wanted, because for him nothing else was as important as finish his book. Turning the page, he was drowning out everything he let a small satisfactory grin purse his lips; well at least until there was a loud and annoying pounding on his front door.

Sighing heavily he placed a bookmark on his spot before leaving his comfortable position on his leather couch. Didn't people know that he had a schedule and respected visiting hours? Obviously not because the incessant pounding grew louder and it wasn't InuYasha's voice who he heard calling his name, but his down stair's neighbor, Koga.

“Can't you tell I'm busy?” He said opening his door and glaring down at the nicely tanned black haired man. “What do you want?”

“Sesshomaru!” Koga growled, his electric blue eyes frowning. “You need to start answering your phone! Your shitty brother kept calling my place!”

“Maybe he's trying to bother you,” Sesshomaru said looking back at his clock. “What do you want it's almost midnight?”

“InuYasha screwed up big time!” Koga must have liked growling at him and Sesshomaru wondered why the `wolf' boy was so worked up over a phone call. “Miroku and the rest of them had a drinking contest and Miroku's gotten himself and his retarded scooter into an accident.”

“And I should care why?” He asked genuinely bored. Who cared if InuYasha's perverted friend drove drunk and hurt himself? Maybe next time he'd think about staying put.

“They weren't the one's drinking,” Koga snapped smashing the cordless phone he'd been holding against the cement floor. “Rin was.”

Hearing her name snapped something in the back of his mind and he frowned. “What did they do now?”

“Kagome called crying because the dumbass and his equally dumb accomplice got Rin shit-faced and Miroku took off with her and now she's missing.”

Missing? Rin was missing, how? It took Sesshomaru longer than he would have liked to add things together and he cursed under his breath turning his back on Koga before throwing on his shoes and jacket.

They couldn't leave well enough alone could they? Just had to get back at Rin for the whole Myspace fiasco and now they lost her in a scooter accident. Grabbing his cell, Sesshomaru pulled on his thicker jacket before slamming the front door shut behind him.

Together, Sesshomaru and Koga practically flew down the stairs, the elevators taking too long for their liking. They couldn't take the cars because it was snowing too heavily and just by looking at the black road, Sesshomaru knew that there was a big chance of there being black ice.

Cold air hit his face and Sesshomaru breathed sharply, pulling out his cell phone. He still ignored all the text messages and voice mails, they were pointless now. He was angry, an emotion he kept below the surface and refused to let show. Tonight, however, it was apparent as he pounded the ten-digit number that was InuYasha's cell.

Sesshomaru was a reserved stoic creature, but now he was like a provoked American Pit-Bull, baring sharp fangs and preparing for a fight. He didn't even wait for his half brother to say a greeting before he snapped, “Where did he loose her?”

“Around a hundred and ninth avenue and Shea,” InuYasha sounded upset and he should have been, it was his fault.

Hanging up and shoving his phone into his pocket, Sesshomaru relayed the information to Koga. One hundred and ninth avenue and Shea, it was only a black or so away and normally that was a good thing, but not when there was a park nearby.

They'd be lucky if they found her alive in this weather, so Sesshomaru and Koga split up; cell phones handy just in case and without time on their side, they searched for Rin.

It was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack the way the snow was falling and it took two double takes for Sesshomaru to see a single mid-calf black snow boot lying in the empty street.

Jesus, it could be hers, he mentally screamed and he felt his heart jump into his chest as he whipped his head around searching for anything, any trace or clue that would lead him to her.

“Rin,” he yelled, his voice echoing all around him. “Rin, if you can hear me answer me!”

How long had InuYasha been trying to get a hold of him? Twenty - thirty minutes? How long did it take for InuYasha to find out that there had been an accident? How long had Rin been out in the freezing cold - completely shit faced? Possibly hurt?

He wanted to kick himself in the face for his actions, but how was he supposed to know the situation had been so serious? Truth was he hadn't and if Rin were dead he would partly be to blame.

“RIN!”

That's when he smelled it. It didn't matter how much snow had fallen, he could smell blood, it was almost like a second nature to him. He saw the dark dots on the snow, the almost covered tracks and desperately he followed them.

Both luckily and unfortunately Sesshomaru didn't have to wait long until he spotted her on a wooden bench and he felt his blood freeze. A thin layer of snow covered her, her dark blue jeans and black snow boot sticking out. She had a sock on her shoeless foot and her onyx hair was a tangled mess on her head.

Quickly he rushed to her side, brushing off the snow from her back and another wave of shock hit him; she wasn't wearing a coat. In one swift motion, he shucked off his thick and large winter coat and wrapped her in it, pulling her into his arms as though she weighed nothing.

“Rin,” he whispered reaching for his cell. “Hey Rin, wake up.”

Her head lolled against his chest, her bangs falling back and Sesshomaru saw her blue tinged lips. She'd been out for too long. Instead of calling Koga, Sesshomaru pulled Rin closer to him and hurried back to his building.

He needed to get her inside and warmed up before he could lose her for good. Once again, he found himself in a race against him and he was praying that it was one he could win.

Twenty minutes - that's how long it took Sesshomaru to get back to his place and he was thankful that he hadn't locked his door because he would have just had to kick it down. He turned his heater on as high as it would go and carried Rin into his bathroom, she was shivering, his body trembling as he stripped the both of them down to their birthday suits and standing underneath the somewhat warm spray of his shower.

Sesshomaru already knew how dangerous it would be to use hot water like he wanted to, but he didn't need Rin going into shock on him. He wasn't a doctor and he wasn't too sure that he could save her if she did.

He heated the water gradually until it was nearly scalding, but he held her close under the waterfall. All he needed to do was get the heat back into her cheeks and something into her stomach and hopefully she'd be okay.

It was a difficult task, getting Rin dry and into some of his warmer clothes, and he hoped he didn't have to do it again because he didn't know if his heart could take it. Once Rin was situated in his bed underneath a few heavy comforters, he called Koga, hinting at an apology for not calling sooner, though never saying it.

Sesshomaru didn't have to apologize to anyone for anything, not now or ever. A fire was started in the fireplace and within an hour Sesshomaru was burning up. Even though he was only wearing his cotton pajama bottoms, he felt like he stumbled into a sauna

He wasn't going to allow the cold in his place and silently he started making a pot of hot tea. Coffee was too strong and heavy and milk and regular water wouldn't sit right, besides he needed an excuse to make up the raspberry tea still sitting unused in his cupboard so who was complaining?

Sesshomaru wasn't silent because he wanted to be, he wasn't making tea like a housewife because he wanted to win best future boyfriend of the year. No - he was silent because he was angry.

Okay, so he was more along the lines of murderous, but at the moment it was all the same to him. He was so angry there were no words that he could think of to say. Rin almost died, she would have died and it was all because InuYasha and Miroku wanted to get back at her.

Well he hoped that they got what they were hoping for because when Sesshomaru was through with them InuYasha would be lucky if he could walk when it was over.

Not only had Rin been underdressed for the weather, but she also had scrapes on her arms and back, not to mention the cut above her left eye that had bled like no other. She's been lucky that it wasn't deep enough to need stitches, but it definitely would leave a scar.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringing of his home phone, his cell having been all but destroyed earlier due to his explosive temper that surfaced and showed it true colors.

Maybe it was true that Rin wasn't his, but he'd be damned before he let his idiot brother hurt someone innocent, someone who deserved more than a lonely freezing death out in an empty park. That was okay for say some dirty homeless person, but not Rin, not her.

“This is Sesshomaru,” he said in clipped tones pulling out a cold water bottle from the fridge and taking a few large sips.

“Did you find her?” InuYasha was guilty and wounded and it immediately re-sparked Sesshomaru's anger.

“How fucking stupid are you InuYasha?” He asked cruelly. He wanted his brother to feel the guilt, Sesshomaru wanted to rub it in like salt into wounds. “Do you realize what you and Miroku could have done?”

“No, I- we weren't thinking-”

“I'll say you weren't thinking!” It was uncharacteristic for him to get this emotional, yet he kept seeing her half frozen and he couldn't stop himself. “You could have killed her! She wasn't even wearing a jacket! I can't believe you even let her out of your fucking sight How much alcohol did you give her - or were you not thinking about that earlier as well?”

“I'm not sure,” InuYasha replied and when Sesshomaru growled, he stuttered a more detailed explanation. “We-we decided to maker liquid poison. You know, some ever clear, banana rum, tequila, um and uh some other things we had lying around. I - we didn't…”

Sesshomaru knew exactly what liquid poison was, InuYasha had made it for his bachelor's party almost a year before and it was one of the reasons why InuYasha was such an idiot. Sesshomaru remembered that because of InuYasha's liquid poison two men wound up in the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

It was all too much to process, had his younger brother been dropped on the head a few times as a baby? Just because Rin could put away a lot when she tried didn't make it okay to give her something that made even the best of drinkers get their stomachs pumped. Sesshomaru's vision bled red and if InuYasha had been there, he would have ended up being arrested.

“Jesus fuck!” He yelled into the receiver. “Were you trying to kill her InuYasha?”

“No--”

“Don't interrupt me!” Sesshomaru had been angry before, hell he'd been bloodthirsty angry when his fiancé Kagura broke things off for trailer trash, but this - this was way beyond what he'd ever been before.

He was going to kill his pathetic brother. “Who needs enemies when they have friends like you and Miroku.”

Sesshomaru was too wound up to listen to anymore of InuYasha's excuses and hearing his brother beginning another round of protests, he growled slamming the cordless phone on the countertop. Once wasn't enough and two became three, then six until the receiver broke in his hand. He felt better, yes, but not enough to cool himself down.

How could people be so inconsiderate and stupid? He wondered taking the pot off the stove as it began to whistle. How could someone - one of his own family members get so lost in payback and childish revenge enough to get carried away as much as Miroku and InuYasha let themselves?

When did it become okay for two males to use unsavory and low schemes on a twenty-one year old girl? The answer was of course, never, but it still seemed to happen and Sesshomaru was disgusted. To him InuYasha's behavior was unforgivable and he would have to live with it because Sesshomaru wasn't going to allow either of them to forget.

Picking up the steaming mugs of tea, Sesshomaru headed to his bedroom, closing the door with his foot behind him. He set the mugs down on the bed, Rin was gone, but he could hear her retching and he followed the sounds to his bathroom.

She was hunched over the toilet bowl covered in only a light t-shirt, her pale legs curved underneath her and he felt his heart quicken before kneeling next to her. Now wasn't the time to bring up their shared moment six months before, nor was it the place for him to think about the way she felt rocking against him.

Just thinking about her that way made his mouth dry and he mentally berated himself, she needed him and he had to keep such thoughts from his mind; at least for now.

Carefully, he gathered all of her hair in one hand, the other gently rubbing her back as she continued vomiting. He expected her to sleep longer, although he was glad she made it to the bathroom when she did because honestly he was too worn out to clean the bile from his expensive sheets and comforters.

He waited until she had nothing left to heave before flushing the toilet and helping her to her feet. Her entire body trembled and she appeared more fragile than he'd ever seen her before.

A smile however, did come to his face as Rin reached for his toothbrush and immediately began cleaning her mouth with drunken awkwardness. Even when looking her worst she managed to look quiet cute and though he'd never say it out loud, he liked it.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked helping her crawl back under the warm and safe blankets. Jeez, talk about being a mother hen.

“No,” She whispered softly taking the hot mug Sesshomaru offered her and slowly drinking the relaxing tea. “I messed up everything.”

She looked ready to cry and Sesshomaru wondered how many different shades of Rin there could be after a night of careless drinking. Her eyes closed and silent tears fell from them as she held her tea in her lap. This wasn't supposed to be now she reacted, she should have been angry with InuYasha and Miroku like he was, but she wasn't.

“I can't do anything right,” her voice grew a little louder with emotion and Rin needed no prompting from him in order to keep going. “First I mess up the only thing that really mattered with Kohaku because I didn't understand what a break from each other meant.'

“Then I cheat on him with someone else and I get carried away at some bar. I can't say no and now he hates me. I don't even know how I got here, but I know that it's Miroku and InuYasha's way of telling me that Kohaku'll never love me again.”

Her words seemed to drag him through the mud and he frowned. “I fail to see how it's your fault that my brother and his companion are idiots. Besides, I'm sure that they didn't want you here and it's not because of this Kohaku.”

“But it is!” She sobbed quietly and Sesshomaru sighed taking away her mug and placing it on the nightstand along with his.

“I tried to be what he wanted,” she explained staring at him with tear filled eyes. “I did everything I could to make him love me the way he did before, but it wasn't good enough. I'm not smart like she is, I can't talk like her, fuck, I couldn't be like her even if I could go back in time. It's not fair..”

“Like who Rin?” She sounded like a mad woman and if this was how love made people, Sesshomaru was thankful he'd never felt it.

“Sango,” her head dropped as she sniffled and suddenly it all made sense.

He's always known that Sango's brother had a sister complex. It was apparent by the way he always watched her and almost never left her side when it could be helped. Originally Sesshomaru thought of it as a weird sibling-bonding thing, but when Sango began dating Miroku, suddenly Kohaku had to have someone as well. Enter Rin

“I still don't see how it's your fault,” he told her coldly as he loosely braided his long silver hair. “Why could one girl have so much influence over something like that? You're not some heavenly being you know. You're not perfect.”

“But Kohaku would love me if I was,” Sesshomaru hated her pity me act, it was childish.

“No one would love you if you were perfect,” he said as a matter of fact, his fingers gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Face it Rin, Kohaku wasn't good enough for you. InuYasha and Miroku were getting back at you for you yaoi myspace page featuring them.'

“And thirdly, I don't see it as a bad thing cheating on a psycho boy who loves his sister with someone who makes you talk about rape. Even drunken consensual rape. All those other nobodies don't come close.”

“Sesshomaru I-” she stared at him with wide eyes, a light blush staining her cheeks and he wanted to shake her for being so dense.

“Rin, I don't sleep with just anybody.” He might as well sink the boat he was shooting at, even if it was the one he was standing on. “You aren't that unfortunate.”

He didn't wait for her to reply as he kissed her. It was soft and gentle, his hands cupping her face and cradling her. He wanted to show her that she didn't have to be perfect for him, he actually liked her quirks as weird as they were.

It didn't take long for her to respond to his light touches and soon the innocent kiss turned deeper, blossoming as the passion slowly rose. Large hands floated over her chilled flesh and Rin groaned against his mouth as he trapped her underneath his body, her fingers trembling as they pulled him closer.

Slowly he teased her, lifting her up in a quickly fanned flame before letting her fall down the spiral of ecstasy as he filled her with himself. She felt so perfect, she fitted against him and he poured everything he could into it and more.

Nails dug into his shoulders, yet it was her breathy whispers and half choked moans of his name on her lips that drove him crazy. Sesshomaru's lips tasted every inch Rin had to offer, stealing what she couldn't give and he left her naked and exposed, her body shaking with need as he had his way with her.

Even as she laid panting, exhaustion taking over, Sesshomaru continued to worship her. It made him feel good and when he could last no longer, he pulled Rin into his arms and held her as she drifted off into sleep. He made sure it wasn't Kohaku who she'd be dreaming about for a while and he'd keep it that way for as long as she'd let him.

“You don't have to be perfect for me,” he said to no one in particular staring her head as his hand gently up and down her chilled flesh. She was already everything he wanted and more, who needed perfection?

The End.

E/N: This short story, was by far, the most OOC when it came to Sesshomaru I believe. Don't really know what to say besides it just happened that way. I thought it works because most of it was a more of inner Sesshomaru feelings and whatnot and because I can take liberties like that! (hides under desk)

Know any good RinXSessh stories worth taking a look at, MESSAGE ME! Lol I can't seem to find any! ALSO please leave some feedback, I needs it… MY PRECIOUS! Lol

Until Next time….