InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodlust ❯ Restorations (lemon) ( Chapter 4 )

Kagome sat alone in a garden, one of many that surrounded the castle. She had never thought Sesshomaru to be one for flowers, but then again she had never thought of him much at all, except perhaps to compare InuYasha to him. The things he said to her, the way her body thrilled to him…they reminded her of the dreams she had had about InuYasha, in what seemed like another life.

She could tell Sesshomaru cared, something that she couldn't ever do with InuYasha, which surprised her. When had Lord Sesshomaru, cold hearted demon, snuck himself into her heart this way? She sat in silent reflection, until she was almost bowled over by a small girl, running somewhere. She looked up, bright-eyed and smiling, and Kagome could not help but laugh.

"Who are you, little girl? Are you running away from Sesshomaru?"

The girl stood solemnly and shook her head.

"Rin's name is Rin, Lady. Rin is running away from Jaken, because he wants Rin to go inside. But today is a pretty day, Lady. Rin wants to stay and pick the pretty flowers! Will Lady pick flowers with Rin?"

Rin said all this in one breath, and then looked at Kagome hopefully. Kagome could not resist the round eyed plea of the little girl, and nodded.

"But first we will go find Jaken, and tell him that you will stay outside with me, so that he does not spend all day looking for you, alright Rin?"

Rin clapped her hands and grinned happily, glad for once to have a playmate who was not an ugly toad.

"You are nice, Lady!"

Kagome smiled down at her.

"You don't have to call me Lady, Rin. My name is Kagome."

The girl nodded, then grabbed Kagome's hand and ran off into the garden, with Kagome hanging on for dear life. She thanked the gods for her foresight to use her miko power to heal her wounds after her…encounter with Sesshomaru that morning, but shook off the memories and followed the laughing girl.

Several hours and a hundred flowers later, Kagome sat beside a sleeping Rin, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that had evaded her for months. The little girl reminded her of Shippou, and she thought sadly of her adopted kit. She knew Sango - and eventually Miroku, if things kept up the way they had been going - would take good care of him. But she missed his babyish antics, and having him curl up with her at night.

She did not hear Sesshomaru drop gracefully to the ground behind her from a tree at the edge of the clearing where she sat, and gave a small startled gasp when she felt his clawed hand tuck something behind her ear. She reached up and felt the flower there, and sat beside him silence for a while, watching the first few stars come out, shimmering reflected in the fountain that splashed quietly in front of them. He stood, and she felt a flutter of disappointment that he was leaving, and did not notice the hand he held out for her.

"Kagome?"

She looked up and he was rewarded by a brilliant smile, and the clasp of her hand around his.

"I hope Rin was not too much trouble? I worried when Jaken said she was staying out with you…the girl can be somewhat…energetic."

Kagome laughed and looked back at the sleeping girl.

"She is a wonderful child…she reminds me of another that I know. Shouldn't we take her in?"

Sesshomaru scented the air carefully, and shook his head.

"She is as safe there as she is inside the castle, and the night is warm - there will be no rain. She likes to sleep outside on occasion, but I will send Jaken out with a blanket for her."

Kagome nodded at looked at him inquisitively.

"I was surprised to discover her here. Why do you take care of a human girl?"

He blinked thoughtfully.

"Tensaiga called me to heal her; I found her laying dead in the forest some months ago. She had attempted to heal me previously, after InuYasha hit me with the Kaze no Kizu, brining me human food. I have come to care for her?"

What should have been a statement came out as a question, and he noticed her thoughtful look.

"Forgive me. I am not used to…feelings. There has never been time for them since I took possession of these lands, and it made dealing with the other Lords much easier."

She nodded slowly, and walked beside him to the castle.

"Sesshomaru…I have been thinking today about the spells you spoke of. I…if you can remove them, please will you?"

The look in her eyes, a mixture of hope and fear, tugged at his heart, and it was only then that he was absolutely sure he had one.

"I will remove them, Kagome…but first you must restore my arm."

She was stung by his words, by the instant death of her hope that he might help her for some reason that did not come simply as a favor, that did not require an obligation. He noticed that something was wrong, and tugged gently on her hand, to keep her from continuing without him. He was stronger than he knew, and his `gentle' tug pulled her so that she stumbled and fell heavily against him. She immediately stood stiff, but he wrapped his arm around her waist, looking studiously down the hallway.

"What is wrong, Kagome?"

He sensed her inner battle, but was not prepared when she slumped against him, and he felt her hot tears against his chest for the second time. She had run out of places to hide her grief.

"I did not want it to be a favor, Sesshomaru."

He was tempted to smile, and held her away from him so he could look at her face.

"It is not a favor Kagome - but I can remove the spells more easily with both of my arms."

She blushed crimson, and hid her face in his haori.

"Oh…"

Sesshomaru couldn't help it - he laughed. She felt the rumbling of his chest and pulled away to chastise him for laughing at her, but the shock of seeing open mirth on his face took way her words. He was surprised at himself, but somehow it did not bother him to have her see him feel. Kagome smiled, and squeezed his hand gently.

"That was not something I ever expected to hear."

He looked at her sideways, and reverted to his cold mask.

"Do you prefer this?"

She shook her head and touched his cheek, tracing one of his markings.

"I like the real Sesshomaru better."

He smiled tentatively, and gestured towards the dining hall.

"Dinner, Kagome? And afterwards - "

She interrupted.

"Afterwards, we will see what I can do about your arm."

A flash of warmth caressed his skin, and she took his arm, as they went in for dinner. It was a quiet meal, but Sesshomaru did not attempt to start conversation, aware of her concentration upon what she was about to attempt. He could sense the enormity of her power, but he was well aware that she was just beginning to master control of it. He stared at his remaining hand, could almost feel what it would be like to hold something with two arms - to hold Kagome with two arms. But he banished the thought. So far when he had touched her, he had almost lost control, and she ran away from him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, and tried to imagine what she would look like as a demon, knowing what some of the effects would be after he removed the spells.

*Beautiful…*

Kagome felt his eyes, and tried to ignore them, but she could not help herself from flushing slightly. She finished her meal quickly, too nervous to eat much, and sat with her hands in her lap waiting for him to finish. She was so intent on waiting calmly that she didn't notice when he came to stand behind her.

"Kagome."

She looked up and nodded quickly, before she lost her nerve.

"Let's go to the garden Sesshomaru, if you don't mind."

"Whatever is easiest for you."

He followed her outside, watching the sway of her hips though the thin silk of her kimono. She had bound her hair, but small tendrils escaped and brushed against the back of her neck. He reached out as if to caress them, but pulled his hand back regretfully and smiled inwardly.

*She does not know…but later…*

He knelt beside her next to the fountain, and she reached for the buckles holding his armor on. He smiled at her blush as she slid his haori off the side of his body, exposing half his chest and the remains of his arm to her view. She ran her hands over it gently, and he shuddered. She looked closely at what was left of his arm, and noticed what looked like burn scars.

"Sesshomaru…these are burn scars. Tetsusaiga didn't do that. What happened?"

"The half-demon Naraku gave me a human arm with a shard of the shikon jewel in it to allow me to grasp tetsusaiga. It burned off through some betrayal of his, and left me with the scars you see. Magical injuries are harder to heal from."

She nodded, and placed her hands on either side of the stump, closing her eyes. Sesshomaru felt a burning, tingling sensation that swelled around where his arm had been, and relaxed slowly, ignoring the occasional twinges of pain. For long minutes they knelt across from each other. Sweat beaded on Kagome's forehead, as Sesshomaru's arm took shape in a blaze of miko light, pouring from her fingertips. A lifetime later, she breathed deeply, and ran her fingers gently down Sesshomaru's restored arm, making sure it was real, that she had really done it. He looked down at her and stood, and she was half afraid that he had played her for a fool, that now he had what he wanted he would kill her…or worse, cast her out. But he pulled her up and tight against him, finally able to run two hands through the masses of her soft hair. She stepped away and smiled brightly at him.

"I did it! I wasn't sure I would be able to until I did…but it wasn't `til I was done that I even knew it would work…"

He brushed the fingertips of his new hand against her lips, careful of his claws.

"My turn…"

She opened her mouth to speak, but he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against hers. She reveled in the softness of his pale lips, and opened her eyes wide when she realized what was happening, tried to step back but was caught in the circle of his arms. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped against his lips, and he took the chance to slip inside her mouth and caress her tongue gently with his own. Kagome felt all the heat in her body move up her limbs to gather in her belly, and pressed her lips harder against his. It was Sesshomaru's turn to be surprised by her change in mood, and he growled lustfully into her mouth.

He saw with satisfaction the red bleeding into her eyes again, and nipped gently at her lips. She growled against him, her hands seeking along the edge of his haori until she touched skin. He tightened his arms around her body, slicing through her obi with a single claw. Quickly he cut his lip against his own fang, and moaned against her as she sucked hungrily on the small wound. He felt her fingers against his back, and suddenly something sharper, as he grabbed for her hand to see claws. He picked her up, and moved quickly towards the castle baths, the doors slamming behind him in the wake of his speed.

Kagome stared at her newly clawed hands, feeling a kind of wanton delight that was new but not unpleasant. It spread through her body and fed her desire. She splayed her hand against Sesshomaru's exposed chest, and glanced up at him. His eyes were beginning to show red, as she knew hers must be by now, and she grinned wickedly. She pressed herself against his body, and used a single claw to scratch across his chest. She watched the blood seep to the top of the wound, and received the first shock of her demon senses. The scent of his blood slammed into her thoughts.

*This is what he feels…*

But then she stopped thinking and fastened her mouth around the cut she had made, sucking his blood into her mouth. He stumbled and groaned as the blood hit her tongue and ran straight to her core from his, and Sesshomaru panted heavily as the scent of her arousal spiked. He pushed open the door to the baths with a sense of something like relief, and set her down on the floor, circling around her like a beast about to attack. She growled impatiently, and he saw her tongue run over the fangs that had appeared in her mouth. He abandoned his haori and hakama and the floor, and tore her kimono from her body, gathering her against him.

Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his naked body, and she gasped at the contact of skin against skin when he picked her up again. She reached for his mouth, pressing her lips against his so hard he was surprised it did not hurt her, and when he stood her in the hot water she stood panting and disheveled, the steam clinging to her skin. The water slickened his skin so that she slid smoothly against his body, and rubbed her aching nipples against the steel of his chest. He bent to take one in his mouth, and she growled in pleasure and raked her claws down his body, reaching for his arousal. He dug his claws into the flesh of her breasts, biting at her nipples, and she moaned and pressed her slick heat against his body. An impatient whine escaped her lips, and he pressed a finger into her, delighting in her soft cry. He pressed her back against the side of the spring, fighting to keep control, and directed his amber gaze into her red one. Her soft hand closed around his hard length, and she stroked gently, watching with a smirk as he tightened his grip around her waist.

Sesshomaru was surprised by her boldness, but decided to wipe the smirk off her face, and knelt in the water between her parted legs. He dragged his claws down the inside of her thigh, and lapped hungrily at the droplets of blood that followed them. His youkai reared inside of him at the taste, and this time he would not deny it. He ran his tongue the length of her wet heat, and fastened his lips around the bundle of nerves at her core. She sat up sharply and cried out, writhing under the motion of his tongue. He could feel her close, and he stood and braced himself on his arms, ravishing her body and swallowing her scream in the same moment.

Kagome felt him enter her body and exploded in waves of pleasure. She submitted to his thrusts and time disappeared, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping his arms so tightly that blood spilled down her claws. Her lips were bruised and raw, and she could not breathe. Her eyes opened wide, as days of pent lust rushed through her body again and again, in a climax that made her see red. She growled his name, and he felt her body contract around him, as he sank his fangs into the joint of her shoulder and neck, pulling the narcotic sweetness of her blood into his mouth. His senses overloaded and he was not aware of when the spasms of pleasure began or when they ended, falling forward to let his head rest in the thick, sweet smelling pile of her hair.

Gradually, time resumed and his trembled stopped, as he raised his eyes to look at her face. Hers had returned to their normal violet color, though he could see streaks of some other there, and she yawned luxuriously, showing petite fangs. He stood away from her body, and lapped the few drops of blood that remained away from the place where his fangs had marked her. He lifted her up and out of the water, and wrapped her in his haori while he tied his hakama. He looked over at her, smiling, and saw her face screwed up in pain.

"Sesshomaru!"

He lifted her at once, cradling her against his chest, and winced at the cry that escaped her lips through clenched teeth.

*I did not expect this so soon! Damn!*

He fairly ran with her to his chamber, and curled close around her on his futon. He held her until her shaking stopped, and saw the pain fading from her expression.

"Sleep, my Kagome, there will be no more pain now. The transformation was faster than I expected. Wait until morning."

He kissed her forehead and waited until she relaxed into sleep, before falling into and exhausted slumber himself. When he awoke the next morning, he looked down at her and saw a demoness where there had been a mostly human girl, blinking up at him.

"Sess…Sesshomaru?"

Her body was flushed in his arms, this time from embarrassment, and she avoided his eyes. He tilted her chin up, and growled softy in her ear before claiming her lips.

"You should have been given my name…."*

*Sesshomaru means "the killing perfection"

Thanks to my reviewers!! Its great to know you guys like the story, gives me a reason to continue besides me own desire to have Sesshomaru naked….a lot… {grins wickedly}