InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Encounter ❯ Encounter ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Sunrise, Yomiuri TV and I'm sure a bunch of other people who are not me are the owners of InuYasha and the characters within. Still, inspired to dream, inspired to write, from page and scene, it is my plight. Don't own it, don't profit by it.

 

Genre: Romance, hentai, poetic
Code: Mystery pairing
Rating: M
Feedback: Yes, please, it encourages me to continue writing and what you, my readers feel about my stories is important to me.

 

Note: The pairing is your decision, though I obviously had a pair in mind as I wrote. I wonder if you can guess who... my faithful readers will, no doubt, know who my favorite pairing is, but I leave it empty for everyone to enjoy.

 

 

Encounter

 

When I try to remember how this began, it seems to blur. It's as though I always wanted you, always laid awake at night, craving your touch, your mouth on my skin, your body against my flesh: moving, grinding, burning. It's all that fills my head.

 

This is the most wondrous gift anyone has given me. Taking the heaviest burden from my mind, the endless thoughts of death that always plague me. Now it's that silken hair falling around my body, the sharp brush of claw and fang that always come so close to harm, yet never do, that fills my mind as I lie awake at night.

 

Do you want me? Am I precious to you? Or do you only want me to be what you want me to be? I want you to take me. I long to feel you sink into me, buried deep, until I'm certain that I can't take another inch in. I want to satisfy you and take the bliss only you can bring.

 

It's as though you heard my thoughts. You turn to face me and only a hint from gold eyes sets me trembling with need. Your eyes close and it's like someone has stolen the sun from me. I close the short space between us before they open again and there is no surprise there. You knew I would come to you.

 

The movement is swift, you come down on me like the magnificent predator you are. We are alone, grappling in the moonlight, trying to find our way. What am I to you? What is this to either of us? A union? Or just another encounter…

 

You lay my skin bare before you, as you have on so many nights now. Heat flares from your mouth, your fingers and from within me. I can't get enough of your skin in my mouth, even when you fill it until I think I'll choke. Still, I pull you in, trying to feed from you, trying to fill this need.

 

I want to pull a sound from you, breaking that stoic façade again. Your voice can match your beauty in a heartbeat, especially when it is lifted in rapture. My ears are tuned, listening for the melody of your passion. The flavor in my mouth changes as you grant my wish and I devour your pleasure.

 

At the same time, you bring me to that moment where everything explodes into one sense, filling me up while everything bad leaves and you take my impurity into yourself. For a moment, in our unholy glory, I feel the holiest I could ever be or have ever been.

 

And then it's over. Moonlight fills your place against my skin, as I knew it must. For with you, it's always just an encounter. But it will be brought again on another night. Another night, I will be filled with this fleeting rapture. Another night, another encounter, and I will be filled with you.

 

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A/N: Can you believe this drabble took me 8 months to end? 38 words were written to finish it, the rest was all written back in 2007...