InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cross My Heart ❯ Autumn Kiss ( Chapter 7 )

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Week/Prompt: Week 4/Opportunity Breeds Desire
Word Count: 417
Rating: PG
Summary: He knows she will be his...
Warnings/Author's Note: Non platonic, obviously. Written for mf_sanctuary on LJ.

 

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The swirl of autumn leaves falls in a flame bright shower of crimson maple and gold ginkgo, flitting about her like a swarm of startled butterflies. The cool caress of the zephyrs vies jealously with the warm kiss of the sun on her exposed skin. The misty spray from the waterfall clings to her dark tresses so that the black ebony of it sparkles like midnight skies and snowfall. Rare blossoms nestle in the woven braids of her hair like tiny birds. In the late afternoon's golden haze, her eyes are large and vivid; a rich darkness flecked with pale amber.

 

He watches her from the shadows, watches the way nature itself seems to take notice of her presence. He watches her dance, watches her skip and play and frolic without fear or self consciousness. Cool and collected, he bides his time, allowing her the last joys of the season just as winter allows autumn the last bright swirl of her colors. He is untouched by the vibrancy around him, an outsider who takes no part of the celebration of a rich harvest. He has no appreciation of the leaves that shed their purpose for one brief, colorful cavort with the wind before a quiet forgotten death.

 

Like dark winter storms and the creeping fingers of frost, he is here merely as a herald of what is to come. His eyes, as they watch her, are clear and crystalline; hard amber under ice, intent with a desire to capture and possess. He knows that he holds her future within his wicked, clawed hands, and so he does not begrudge her the present.

 

She swirls within reach.

 

His arms close about her waist without mercy, his touch as unforgiving as frost. With gentle inevitability his mouth descends on hers as he gives her a mere taste of what he wants. His lips are demandingly cruel as he takes her first kiss with brutal efficiency, making her yield under the press and tease of his tongue. No sooner than the moment she surrenders without a struggle does he release her, content to let her dance once more out of reach.

 

The delicate flush to her cheekbones and the bright crimson of her mouth have nothing to do with her exertion and everything to do with him. Amid the turbulent beauty of autumn, she shines and he is content to let her, knowing she cannot escape him.

 

He is a patient hunter; and she is the most worthy of prey.

 

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