InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Facets of the Living Jewel ❯ Multis post annis bis repetita placent ( Chapter 36 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the other characters. Ms. Takahashi does.

 

Warning: limes!

 

Multis post annis bis repetita placent

By Licentia poetica

 

The moon slid down from its zenith as the first pale light of the morning turned the eastern sky to a dark violet. Kagome awakened from a profound sleep with the sense that someone had called her.

 

Her eyes flew open as she felt a warm, strong arm encircling her shoulders and heard the steady beat of a heart under her pillowed cheek. It took her a moment to remember where she was: her “pillow” was Inuyasha's shoulder and she was curled up next to him, one arm resting on his muscled chest and her leg intertwined with his thigh, foot tucked into the back of his bent knee. They were covered by his red haori, though she could not remember how it had gotten there. She closed her eyes and smiled, remembering the intensity of their lovemaking earlier that night. `I knew it was going to be special, but I never expected that!'

 

His breathing was quiet and his arm weighted with sleep, so she raised her head gently to look at him without waking him up. His other arm was cocked back above his head, which was turned toward her. His face had a relaxed look that she hadn't seen in years. `He looked that peaceful sleeping on my bed, once.'

 

Her eyes searched his face, noting the faint markings on his cheeks that seemed to be permanent now. `I wish I could see underneath his hair. I wonder if the half moon on his forehead is still there?'

 

She allowed herself the luxury of examining his upper body without tending a wound. In the faint light she could see the fading scars of Sesshoumaru's poisoned claws, but she knew from long experience that they would be gone soon. Her eyes followed the muscular contours of his chest and flexed arm. `He reminds me of Michelangelo's David, but with long hair and dog ears.' She smiled again. `Just change the sling to Tetsusaiga!' Her body pulsed in response to the image in her mind.

 

“Where d'ya think you're going, wench?”

 

She twitched in surprise. Inuyasha's eyes remained closed and his voice was gravelly with sleep, but the arm around her shoulders pulled at her, so she gave his chest a quick kiss before settling back down against it.

 

“I wasn't going anywhere.” She nuzzled his chest, inhaling his spicy scent. “I was just admiring your muscles.”

 

He was silent for a moment. “Keh.”

 

`He's embarrassed.'

 

He stretched his legs and free arm as his chest expanded underneath her in a long, slow yawn. He turned part way toward her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. He began a low, pleasant growl, almost a hum, as he stroked the top of her head with his chin.

 

“Mmm.” Kagome hummed back at him as he began to kiss her. He hummed his growl as he threaded his claws through the hair at her temples, cradling her head as he scattered little kisses on her forehead, nose, and chin, eating her up with little nibbles, finally nipping at her lower lip as if finding it the tastiest.

 

She ran her fingernails gently up his shoulders, threading them through his hair, up to the backs of his hanyou ears. Her fingertips massaged just behind and to the side of his ears, causing him to close his eyes and give a rumble of pleasure. Her breathing became ragged as his hands left her head and began to roam her body.

 

A low baying sound filled the air. Inuyasha's eyes flew open and he sat up, pulling her with him. The bay was followed by a powerful, throbbing growl.

 

Something, or someone, was outside of the barrier.

 

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Many years later and several miles away, Miroku rolled over, nuzzling his face against a Sango's warm shoulder and smiling in his sleep. Asleep herself, she bent her leg in response, her rising knee causing him to shift onto his back, pulling a lock of hair across his face as he moved. As he breathed a sigh, the hair tickled his nose and he roused, blinking drowsy violet eyes to see what had awakened him.

 

`Sango.'

 

He smiled tenderly as he thought of how she had come to him in the night, but as his eyes traveled leisurely over her sleeping form he grinned. The knee that had moved him was drawn up high, and she was twisted in an awkward position with a pillow pulled into her opposite shoulder. He frowned as he noticed the scar on her back, standing out in sharp relief in the morning light. She stretched, her long leg pushing at him, before abandoning the pillow and turning toward him with a sigh as she found a more comfortable position. He had very little room to move, or he would fall off the edge of the bed. He grinned again.

 

`She's taking over my bed! I shall have to teach her that sharing is a better way to tread the Path.'

 

Carefully, trying not to wake her, he lifted his head, turned, and rested his chin against his hand. He began to leisurely appreciate her beautiful body. `I've seen glimpses of her before when she was bathing, but I've never had the time to really look at her like this.' His eyes roamed the length of her supple, muscular legs, the round turn of her hip, the furrow of her waist, the silken curve of her breast partially hidden by her upturned arm, and her lovely face, innocent and relaxed in sleep.

 

`Well, I have to find out if she's going to hate me today or not.' He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, but his hand couldn't help caressing the curves that he had so often stroked. Her hand came down and swatted him away, and he winced at the strength of the blow.

 

`Ow. She hits hard, even when she's asleep.'

 

He eased down lower on the bed and kissed her mouth, watching her hand out of the corner of his eye to try to dodge a blow if it came. She awakened this time, her startled eyes flying to his as her body tensed, ready for combat. She blinked, disoriented.

 

“M…Miroku? What…I...”

 

“Good morning, lovely Sango.”

 

She stared at him, wary. The tension in her body and her wide, frightened eyes reminded him of a startled doe reacting to a stalking hunter.

 

“Sango?”

 

“What?” Her voice was breathy and tense, her eyes fixed on his.

 

He bent his head and sighed. `I knew she would hate me.'

 

When the tension in the air didn't lessen, he tried to see it from her point of view. “Sango. We shared something important last night, and I know you're not…” he sighed again and gave up. `She hates me, and we will never be comrades again. I was afraid this would happen, and yet…' He looked back up at her, eyes dark and serious and his mouth pressed in a thin line. “I love you.”

 

A shy smile softened her expression. “I…” She blushed and looked down. “I just…I've never been awakened by kisses.” She reached up with the hand that had struck him and gently touched his face. “I love you, monk.” She was rewarded by his relieved smile.

 

He moved to kiss her in the early dawn light, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead and cupping her jaw with his hand. Closing his eyes, he tenderly kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her soft lips.

 

He was about to deepen the kiss when the bedroom door flew open.

 

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Translation:

Multis post annis bis repetita placent. Latin: Many years later the things that please are repeated again.