InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bloom to Perish ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter Two

He'd stood at the very same spot, simply watching her sleep as he'd often done in her youth, savoring the innocent expressions flowing across her youthful features in the throws of slumber. But somewhere the days had slipped past him and the little girl had given way to the luscious and lovely form of the woman before him. A slight tilt of the head revealed his wonder at where this had been allowed to happen, had it truly been so many years since he'd brought her back from the dead? The smooth and pale line of a leg revealed to the moonlight came to view to his golden eyes as Rin shifted in her sleep, gave him a path to follow from her dainty toes up along the curvatures of her lean body beneath the flimsy and transparent sheet that barely concealed her skyclad form. The languid fall of dark lashes coming to rest against pale cheeks, the slow and silent exhale of breath and he turned away from the sleeping human, turned to make his soundless withdrawal, just as he'd always done.

"Stay, Sesshoumaru-sama," her voice was small, thick with the clinging dredges of sleep. The simplistic hush of cloth and silk told him she'd risen into a sitting position. Pausing in his departure, he neither turned towards her nor moved further away, unpretentiously content to listen to the even rhythms of her breathing and the melodic mixture of night and mundane sounds made more exotic by her stirring in the less than silent chambers. Tilting his head up and back his eyes fell closed, absorbed in the stillness, trapped within that single moment as a breeze rustled through the room. It spiraled with chilled fingers over his contours, disturbed his hair and set it to floating like silvery threads of some mystical web caught in the dim light of moon and shadow. Her movements told him, she'd inched closer, was yet lingering on the edge of the bed, as if waiting for the ethereal moment to pass. Time drifting by in a slow pantomime, his white hair glistening even in the darkness, ever dancing as he turned slow and fluid toward his ward, arching but a single brow in her direction.

"Hold me, Sesshoumaru-sama, as you once did when I was a girl," her eyes sparkled, as they always had, the rich dark depths holding a tenderness that belayed the kind and genteel spirit beneath but her voice were coated bittersweet, finespun hints at something more, at something deeper and more intricate than the embrace she was seeking. Her normal smile was nowhere to be found, the elegant lines of her face carefully neutral as she raised those searching eyes to her Lord. A soft tremble worked its way over her body, but it had been so subtle a movement only his enhanced sights could have possibly caught such an illusive thing.

"No," there was nothing in his voice, not warmth, not understanding, not distance nor harshness. An unproblematic flat tone, he'd entertained her fancy by even answering at all. He could have merely walked away, he should have merely walked away. It was easy, one foot before the other. All thoughts evaporated into the sting of winters kiss as he began to move again, turning to resume the path that his feet found so familiar. Her sharp inhale of breath spoke multitudes of words unstated between them, of the demand upon her lips begging to be set free. He knew her question even before she'd been able to give it voice. Thusly he'd entertain her a bit more, just as he'd always done. How foolish and lax in his facades he'd been for this human, for this woman, how easy had the years of required policies and dictation of proper social behavior fragmented when she'd asked those meddlesome questions of hers? "Your not a girl anymore, Rin."

Before he could take even two more steps he felt the warm press of her body behind him, the full line of her nude and athletic physique, almost a comforting weight against his back as her slender arms encircled his chest and refused to release their hold upon him. She'd neglected in her haste to draw the sheet with her, had forgone modesty in the pursuit of ensnaring her Lord, just as she'd done as a child. Though she was considerably taller now and it would have been anserine and nonsensical to adhere to his leg. She was a creature of whim but for the old habitual wonts she'd developed in her relations with him. Part of the child had never left her heart and she would ever be a free and wild spirit.

"Release me now, Rin," he couldn't keep the edge of the growl of irritation that had crawled from his throat and into his command. Couldn't help feeling another fine tremor go through her small form at his insistence, couldn't keep the subtle and tangy scent of her fear from arousing his awarenesses. The fleshy mounds of her breasts were pressed even tighter to the arch of his back as she strengthened her grip, buried her face in the silk of his haori and refused to relinquish any bit of the ground she'd gained. He could sense her struggling to catch her breath, was keenly aware of the tightening of her nipples as they rubbed across the silk at his back, little hardened pebbles.

"No," she finally managed to gasp out, the sound of it trembling with an array of unchecked emotion as she adamantly shook her head, stubbornly coming to her final decision. "I'll no longer sit back and let you ignore me from your safe and comfortable distance," she spoke in hushed tones, holding back the moisture glittering in her eyes, the saltiness of them another additive to the plethora of stimuli about him. "I love you, I have always loved you and..." her voice trailed off quietly, left the silence between them swollen and pregnant as the words tumbled through her mind. Her nervousness was translated into him through the press of her body, like an extension of his own limbs, each signal clearly conceived through tactile input.

"And?" he pressed, loosening her grip easily enough so that he could turn to face the girl now a woman, soft wisps of his hair trailing sensual across her pale creamy flesh, drew a faint moan from her velveteen lips in its passing. He'd ignored the other tell tale signs of her state of body and mind, had purposefully looked over the heady scent of her femininity, had never given coherent thought to the implications of what her age had instilled, specially not towards himself and his roles to play. From the beginning he'd been the protector, had sheltered and provided and then in later years had helped to develop the mind that begged for advancement. It'd all come easily enough and he'd selfishly indulged in each and every stage of her frail and passionately mortal years. Why should he have not taken what was offered him? His logic reasoned that this too was another stage, where once her demandings for attention were elementary now they had grown greater and her spirit and flesh needed to be feed, to be catered for by him. Each part of her had in some way belonged to him, it only stood to reason that this too was his to take.

Raising her chin with his hand, he watched the play of emotions dancing within the depths of her eyes, watched the minute gathering of moisture pool at the corners before lowering his mouth, allowing it to hover breathlessly over hers. "Is this what you truly want?" the mere question shocked even him as it left his lips, drew in a deep breath and pulled the intoxications of her sweet perfume. For a moment he thought he'd caught the pungent odor of decay lingering within her other earthly delights, but it was a fleeting observance quashed as her lips mouthed her response "yes" and set alight to his own.