InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Between the Waves and the Shore Lies His Home ❯ Between the Waves and the Shore Lies His Home ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Written by request for liliesformary, as a companion fic to her Sess/Rin artwork, Ever After, continued.

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After many years of wandering, she had a home near the seaside. It wasn't much, but Rin had lost her taste for human companionship some time ago. The sound of the crashing waves soothed her and she'd sit for hours on the rocky cliffs, just staring down at the water. It rushed in like a fury and then slunk away from the rough sandy earth. Rin mused that the water was always trying to overcome the beach and saw the cycle for what it was.

 

Always waiting for the sea, the shore had no will to move at all.

 

So she'd told him that she was tired, no longer the bright child or winsome girl, but a woman who felt each summer warmer and each winter grow colder. To say that she'd lived for him, for the following of him, would have been an understatement. But Rin did not begrudge a single step of her youth, just as she did not begrudge him the relentless wandering of his nature.

 

She thought of him so often that sometimes it seemed he'd never left at all. And she mused that humans needed earth to plant their feet in, and that youkai needed only air. Their friendship had begun at the end of her first life and crested over the hilt of his sword. She had known in that very first moment, when she'd woken cradled in his lap, that her childhood was over forever. Her life…her human life…was to be swept away in the mist. But she was not made of air and nor was she made of the clouds.

 

When the time came, she planted her feet on the ground and told him so.

 

Sesshomaru understood at once what she meant. Then he'd carried her off, far to the south and found her a remote place. It was as she'd always asked of him, when the time came that she no longer found the legs to follow after, would he come for her instead? Restlessness was in his blood; she didn't expect him to stay close. But Rin, some thirty years past her first death, expected to wait for him until that death rolled around again.

 

So when Rin woke in the night, a cool wind sweeping under the door and moonlight dancing from her window, she sighed and got out of her warm bed. The wind had a certain feel to it, pressing up against her like a lover, and she could read the signs as if he'd scrawled them on her skin.

 

The ocean was restless. Tonight so was she. It had been so long and now she has woken to the waves crashing in her blood.

 

Sesshomaru was near.

 

She started to hurry, feet quick and nimble on the narrow path. Rin's heart began to flutter a bit, her pulse racing already. He was near and she'd missed him, with all of her patience and love of solitude, she'd missed him terribly. Heading up to the rocky precipice, her hair trailing behind her and catching at the moonlight, she ran like the little girl who'd once chased butterflies through meadows of wildflowers.

 

Breathless, she eagerly watched the horizon, the moon shining in a long, narrow path of light. If she were made of air, she could walk that path like a princess. But her feet were not meant for shining light and she did not ache to dance upon the night's velvet sky. Instead she kept to the cool earth, the soft grass and waited.

 

Warm fingers touched the back of her neck with a greeting that needed no words. Trembling with anticipation, she closed her eyes and leaned back, trusting him to be there. She didn't need to hear words and he was spare with them anyway. Her scent, her sigh, they were all the communication he needed and wasted no more time in drawing her to the ground.

 

Other women had homes and husbands that came to them each night. They had children and chores, endless tasks, the noisy, vibrant fabric of family and friends to wrap around themselves at night. Rin had given it up as something she'd never known and chosen to stay at the side of one who needed none of these things.

 

It was enough for them both, that he'd return to see her when he could. He knew she'd be waiting for him and she knew he'd never forget her. If the days stretched into weeks, their bond only grew stronger for each day they were parted. For all he'd never admit it, he was as compelled to seek her out as the sea was compelled to rise against the shore.

 

Twisting under him, her voice rose in a joyous laugh. He kissed her quickly, urgently, needing her as much as she'd needed him. Rin had learned a long time ago that his cold mask was to fool the world, not her. To others, he was arrogant and sometimes cruel, in her arms he became passion itself, a rippling fire of quicksilver and lust.

 

It was a side of his nature that only she was allowed to touch.

 

Rin arched her back and lifted her breasts, smiling as he tasted her nipples. She was so ready, aching for him, and her body was melting from the heat of his. Now she felt the cold spray of the sea on her bare skin, his tongue moving to lick the salt as it dried. His hair nearly glowed in the moonlight, casting shadows across her face, and urgent noises in her throat as he pressed her knees apart.

 

He wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed down in a single motion. Rin gasped a little, her fingers digging into his smooth, pale shoulders as he started to move. They really had little to say to each other, words and emotions only got in the way. All she needed was to feel him inside, feel his need for her. Not for any woman he might have desired, but only her.

 

Sesshomaru's breath was hot against her throat, kissing her in between hard gasps. She clutched him to her, drove herself against him, bucking and crying out with every movement. Her hips pounded against the ground as he grew frantic, seeking something deep inside her body until with a heavy groan he stopped.

 

Trembling a bit, too close to her own climax, Rin felt him freeze over her as his body throbbed with frustrated desire. “Sesshomaru?” she whispered, wondering what could have troubled him so much that he'd stop in middle of urgent sex.

 

His hand slid under her bottom, holding her carefully while he rolled them over. She let him re-position their bodies, supporting herself with palms flat against his chest. Sesshomaru gently eased her back until she sat upon his hips, his cock wedged deeply inside.

 

“Ride me,” he whispered, the palm of his hand on her hip to guide her.

 

Her legs splayed on either side of him and she started to move slowly. Feeling him sliding easy inside, she quickened the pace. Now she towered over him, letting him feel every inch of her depths, listening to the youkai shiver and shake, soft breathless whispers like dark language in her ears.

 

Then she came, bearing down hard and clenching tightly, the spasms of her body milking him fast. For a brief moment, she felt his claws dig into her backside as his body lifted hers. If she'd had claws of her own, she would have scratched him deeply. Instead she slumped forward, her chest slick with sweat, skin sticking to his as they rested in a tangle of limbs and matted hair.

 

Rin closed her eyes, listening to the ocean crash upon the shore. Tonight he came home, because wherever she belonged was his home now and, as more years seemed likely to go by, so she would stay. With his head on her breast, his fingers resting on her cheek, she did not mind the wait.

 

In time her hair became nearly as white as his, her body softer and frail, and when they made love he was so gentle and careful he seemed almost a different being.

 

And he kept to his promise, kept himself to her, for all the long years of her life. When she could no longer follow, he came to her side. When she could no longer run behind, he slowed his steps.

 

And when she finally took up on her journey to a place that youkai could not follow, Sesshomaru stood every night upon the shore, staring out into the darkened sea and waiting for the moonlit path that would appear one day…and take him home.