InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Nots ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Will you remember me when I'm gone, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

The whispered question echoed in his ears as his mind struggled diligently to regain a rational train of thought. The words had come unbidden to his mind as his amber eyes had caught sight of his ward amongst the flowers in the seemingly endless field.

The young woman kneeled, bathed in moonlight completing her nightly prayers. The rays of light cast an iridescent tint to her skin, and the glowing effect it created was almost supernatural. Normally humans would look out of place this far from the villages, yet Rin somehow seemed to blend into the beauty of the untouched wilderness around her.

Overshadowed it actually.

Sesshoumaru questioned the logic that allowed him to be alone with the troublesome girl. He had sent Jaken and Ahun in search of the aggravating blacksmith Totosai to repair a crack in his practically indestructable armor. I should have completed the task myself.

Leaning back against the solid tree trunk Sesshoumaru's eyes roamed critically over her petite form, eyes closing in disgust at the perfection he found there. The day had been a long one, and these ridiculous thoughts only exhausted him more. Draping his arm over his bent knee the youkai allowed his thoughts to wander as they had a tendency to do as of late. He could not recall when it had begun, but over the brief span of a decade his grief stricken barefoot charge had morphed into a creature he barely recognized.

Her gangly stumbling form had gained proportions that he would not have thought possible if he had not witnessed it for himself. And while she had not grown very tall everything else seemed to grow at an astounding speed. Relinquishing her signature hairstyle years before, her chestnut brown hair flowed endlessly over her shoulders and brushed the fabric of her kimono at her waist.

Her most breathtaking feature lay closed , but lately he could not resist trailing his gaze over the ebony lashes that covered them, laying genty against her cheeks. A waste! The beauty of the heavens bestowed upon a mere ningen.

The ethereal creature rose to her feet and to Sesshoumaru's relief she became Rin again. The otherworldly elegance remained, but her carefree humming and the flowers haphazardly entwined in her hair brought him back to his senses.

Her prayers completed, the girl seemed content to spend the rest of her days basking in the natural treasures around her. The youkai had not needed to overhear her nightly ritual as it had remained the same since she had begun to utter them.

Let me remain with Sesshoumaru-sama forever.

A simple prayer whispered countless times over the years with no less fervor now than the first time she had said them.

Arms overflowing with flowers she deemed worthy, she made her way towards her master with a grace that seemed oddly familiar. He watched her settle herself silently tucking her bare feet beneath her peach colored kimono. Gazing at the stars Sesshoumaru attempted to ignore the distracting creature beside him.

"Will you remember me when I'm gone, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

His stoic mask slipped a bit as his eyes snapped to hers at her bold words. Eyes narrowing in confusion Sesshoumaru watched Rin select another bloom from her dwindling pile and add it to her. . .her. . What the hell was she trying to make?!

He watched with veiled curiosity as her nimble fingers weaved the stems together quickly. In minutes she had completed her wreath of wildflowers, and perched it precariously atop her head with a flourish. He wondered briefly where she'd attained such a skill. If such an activity could actually be classified as a skill.

Disregarding the pointless direction his thoughts had taken he recalled his initial reason for giving her his attention. Was he hearing things? Had she not spoken at all?

It didn't appear as though she had. Watching her right her makeshift crown, he felt an uneasy sentation float over him as she turned those devastating hazel eyes on him. Having encountered her adoring stare on numerous occasions he was surprised when this one elicited an unexplained tightening in his chest.

The moment disappeared as quickly as it had snuck upon him as a few of the fragile petals broke free of her unruly locks and landed in her lap below. Flicking them from her garment with a wry smile Rin returned her impossibly pure gaze to her master.

Sesshoumaru was accustomed to her past time of watching him quietly but had never quite understood it. But when had he ever understood a thing about Rin? Her warm hazel eyes never seemed to miss a thing as they traveled over his form, as if memorizing his every feature.

He'd rarely spoken to her over the years but somehow he got the unsettling feeling that this slip of a girl knew him. Better than anyone else had ever known him.

As the years progressed her mindless chatter had decreased slightly to accomadate his quiet nature, but her joyous songs and contagious laughter had not. His first inclination had always been to keep his innermost thoughts to himself while hers was to seek the opinion of everyone around her. The fact that she cared what others thought amused him slightly as he could not imagine the reason behind such a practice. Even now, though she wouldn't dare request it, she waited silently for his approval of the change in her appearance.

He'd learned long ago to recognize these small changes. Not because he'd ever deemed it worth his notice, but because every adjustment seemed to bring another suitor convinced that Rin was the woman of his dreams. Sesshoumaru almost gave into the urge to roll his eyes at the ridiculous notion.

The men had taken to watching the unsuspecting girl at the tender age of fifteen. She, Jaken and himself were a nomadic group and rarely encountered anyone in their travels, but eventually Sesshoumaru had allowed for the briefest of stops in villages for the girl's essentials. Food and clothing that fit her growing form. He never allowed these visits to last more than a few hours, but a few hours seemed to be all it took.

An oblivious Rin would always return from the village with her bag of necessities leaving a trail of broken hearts behind.

He'd considered leaving the accident prone girl in villages on more than one occasion.

The Lord of the West admitted it had been slightly entertaining to watch the humans suffer, but it had become more than irritating when the male youkai had followed suit. Hearing the rumor of the beauty of the taiyoukai's human "pet" they'd flocked as close as they'd dared to the girl. Rin was exactly what a youkai would love to corrupt. Innocent, naive, pure of heart, strikingly beautiful, and as if that wasn't enough a virgin to boot.

The constant stench of low level youkai had practically driven the dog demon crazy. He hadn't acted or even acknowledged their annoying presence until one particularly disgusting creature had gotten a little too close.

He'd caught the leering demon a few feet from the sleeping girl. His patience at an end Sesshoumaru had given into the urge to wrap his acidic fingers around the thing's neck and choke the life out of it. Literally. He'd had enough consideration for her state to remember to cover the youkai's mouth so its screams wouldn't wake the dozing girl. He could be thoughtful when he wished it. Besides she had an unfathomable aversion to killing, and he did not feel like pretending to ignore the questions that would be in her eyes but would never leave her lips.

He admitted that his response had been a little bloodthirsty, but he'd yet to find a reason to care. It had solved his immediate problem and nothing had come near the girl since, man or youkai. He surprised himself when the possessive growl building inside passed his lips.

Rin's eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected display of emotion, her hands immediately going to the wreath in her hair assuming that was the source of his displeasure. "You do not like it?" she whispered, her tone suggesting his answer could potentially crush her.

Annoyed that he'd allowed the memory to goad a response from him, Sesshoumaru gifted Rin with a swift shake of his head. "Why should I be concerned with how you adorn your hair?" he couldn't help but add.

The hope that had sprung to life in her eyes was quickly extinguished, as she began to remove the offending item from his sight.

Great! Now the girl would think she'd angered him in some way and seek to make amends. This usually concluded with him being bombarded with useless gifts until she believed she had been returned to his good graces. Sensitive creature! He already awoke to her offerings of flowers daily, and he did not wish to amplify their number.

Seeking to stop the insanity before it began he reached out and grasped the wrist of the hand approaching her hair. Rin's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't touch her often, and only out of necessity. He blinked his amber orbs quickly, disconcerted with the way her soft skin felt beneath his fingertips.

"You misunderstand This Sesshoumaru," he stated, his voice much quieter than he intended.

Rin nodded slowly, but couldn't help but spare a glance at the hand that still enclosed hers. Wishing to explore the odd sensation he encountered while touching her for a second longer, he sought to turn her attention away from the contact. She likes meaningless topics. . . His gaze wandered to the aforementioned wreath and recognized the blooms as the ones she left for him daily.

"What type of flower are they?" he asked slowly, convinced that she would launch into a long explaination as she always did when answering a simple question. But to his amazement she opened her mouth to reply then clamped it shut in obvious embarrassment. A pink blush tinged her sunkissed skin as her eyes darted away from his own.

Watching with growing apprehension he realized that the strange feeling had returned. A slight tingle where his skin touched hers, and a heat rising from some unknown source within. He'd experienced lust many times, and what bothered him was that this feeling resembled it. Resembled it, but not quite.

The heat, while intense, did not surge out of control as the lust of youkai often did. It was an almost pleasant warmth, that seeped through him slowly. The novel sensation spread, threatening more beliefs than he would ever admit.

Her mumbled explaination confused him slightly, as the girl's voice was constantly lyrical and never filled with the apprehension he detected now. "Kagome-sama, gave them to me," she explained quietly. "The seeds to plant the flowers."

She'd planted this flower garden? Sesshoumaru glanced at the seemingly endless amount of colorful blooms that peppered the landscape. It must have taken years to plant such a vast amount. He found it difficult to imagine the energetic girl patiently tending the fragile buds, but could not deny that the flowers reflected her gentle touch. Delicate yet strong, undeniably wild, and serving a purpose that was almost impossible to discern. Just like Rin.

His gaze was drawn to the familiar purple flowers as his grip on her arm tightened unconsciously. He wondered when she'd had the time to complete such a task, but didn't voice his question as he decided he'd spent enough of his time on the girl.

Reading the question in his gaze as only Rin was able to do she extended a long stemmed flower to him with her free hand. "I plant them when you leave me," she stated quietly, her voice wavering slightly. Sesshoumaru was disgusted by impractical human emotion and avoided instances that would produce it whenever possible, but even he could detect the sadness in her tone. Deeply concerned that pursuing the issue would lead to one of these messy outbursts Sesshoumaru warily watched as she laid the flower beside his outstretched fingers in the grass.

Her eyes still strayed from his, and the youkai was surprised at her hesitance. Was the troublesome girl attempting to hide something from him? Eyes narrowed he attempted to inspect the flower beside him, and realized in surprise that he was still touching her. He released her quickly, but his keen hearing did not miss her small gasp at his abrupt movement. Sesshoumaru could not discern if it was due to surprise or disappointment, but the unexpected sound drew his rebellious gaze back upon her.

He watched with veiled fascination as Rin unconsciously rubbed the portion of skin he had touched moments before. Everything about the girl screamed fragile. Delicate, helpless, and unattainable. Forbidden. Human. The only thing the great Lord of the West had ever denied himself. Had never even known he'd wanted. He'd considered the common practice of rutting with humans demeaning, insulting, and outright disgusting. He'd never actually understood the urge until this very moment, as he watched her shift uncomfortably beside him.

"Forget-me-nots," she muttered interuppting his reverie, embarrassed that she had actually been forced to say the words. Sesshoumaru had attempted to ignore the thinly veiled adoration behind her frequent gifts of wild flowers, but the implication of her words bombarded him with all the subtlety of a certain hanyou brother.

"Forget-me-nots," he repeated not sure if he should be disgusted or furious. As he fought an inner struggle over which emotion should take precedent, he finally acknowledged the truth. As if an all-knowing being had whispered it in his ear. The little fool was in love with him! The thought was so ludicrous that he found himself repeating it to reassure himself of its validity.

The useless emotion was poorly hidden in the eyes she was diligently trying to keep from focusing in his direction. Sesshoumaru recoiled as far as he could in their small position beneath the trees. The ungrateful little. . . She knew how much he hated her kind and their messy feelings. How dare she aim the most loathsome of human emotions at him! He wanted nothing from her, least of all her "love".

What the hell did she expect him to do with such a useless thing? What could he do with it? The taiyoukai jerked in surprise as he realized he had never actually allowed himself to think of the possibility. Well, what did she expect of him? Certainly not return her affection!? Certainly not . . .

She was little more than a child allowing her adolescent fantasies to spin out of control. He had little time for this and decided that he would leave the troublesome creature and her ridiculous thoughts in the next village they passed. Plan of action decided, Sesshoumaru turned back to Rin determined to squash any further "romantic" notions that the girl might have residing in that illogical mind of hers, and hesitated.

Amber eyes roamed over her slowly, causing the already bright red blush on her cheeks to deepen. She met his gaze cautiously and Sesshoumaru reigned in a frustrated growl. The logicless expendable "child" in his mind was no where to be found. The graceful creature beside him bore little resemblance to her and attempted to ignite something inside him he'd thought dead long ago.

Centuries of repressed emotion attempted to claw its way to the surface, Sesshoumaru struggled against it with his iron will and an audible snarl. Rin jumped in fear at his outburst. Not of him, but of being the object of his displeasure. The taiyoukai had not allowed his emotions free reign in so long that the onslaught of feelings almost frightened him. This cannot continue!

Frustration and rage collided within him bleeding his eyes crimson for a fraction of a second. Her calming touch surprised him, but he jerked away in indignation. Pride radiated from his entire being as he fixed her with a furious stare.

"I'm sorry Sesshoumaru-sama," Rin began, "I thought. . . "

"I'm quite aware of what you thought," Sesshoumaru interjected, his voice dripping with contempt. Her eyes widened for a moment in awareness before glancing away self-consciously.

"Will you remember me when I'm gone, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

"No!" the Lord of the West roared in denial, oblivious to the fact that she had not actually spoken the words. "You are ningen!" he continued wildly, words tripping uncharacteristically over each other. "You are nothing more than a moment in my practically immortal existence!"

Rin appeared astonished by his outburst, yet fascinated by the way his chest heaved with every quickening breath. Sesshoumaru finally gave into the urge to shake some sense into the girl. Clawed fingers gripped her shoulders tightly, as he yanked her forward in annoyance. "Cease your staring you infuriating creature!" he snarled through clenched teeth, his face a breath away from her own. "This Sesshoumaru is not one of your pets!"

"Pets?" Rin questioned, confused by the reference.

"The village men that traipse after you," Sesshoumaru clarified, annoyed at her ignorance. Her hazel eyes still showed her confusion, and his frustration grew as he realized that she did not understand his meaning in the slightest. Kami, the girl could not be that innocent! That would be immensely irritating. He would much rather believe that she had chosen to plague his existence purposefully.

That his annoyance had been sought after and earned!

That the voices he heard were a result of her careful planning!

That the conniving ningen wasn't as innocent. . . . .

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in pure shock as his lips grazed Rin's of their own volition.

. . . .as she seemed.

Rin's gasp of surprise floated over his lips, as the rattled youkai attempted to process his lapse in judgment. What the hell was wrong with him? Sesshoumaru's eyes widened as the ramifications of his impulsive gesture began to sink in. Absolute horror clouded his stoic features. Kami, what have I done? The innocent creature before him held the most bemused look in her eyes, as she licked her rose colored lips in complete wonder.

Sesshoumaru searched for the correct words to erase the previous incident from existence and found none. He decided he would say nothing, as he always did. Rin would not challenge him. Would not mention it unless he spoke. . .

The taiyoukai released a surprised grunt as the girl launched herself across the small space that divided them and into his arms, allowing her lips to collide with his. What the hell?! Her soft lips moved purposefully against his own, albeit innocently as Rin did not have the faintest clue as to what she was doing. Sesshoumaru's amber eyes widened with shock as the girl's hands clenched his haori tightly.

Rin had lost her mind! What made her assume that she had the right to touch him in return? She has forgotten her place. The grip on her shoulders tightened as Sesshoumaru moved to push her way. . . until her curious little tongue darted out to lick his lips quickly.

The sensual picture the innocent girl painted sent a jolt of pure longing reverberating throughout his entire being as the sensation he'd experienced earlier flooded him. Instead of shoving her away as he'd originally planned his body betrayed him and he pulled the mischievous girl further into his embrace. The lips she was pressing so vehemently against finally responded in kind.

Sesshoumaru attempted to rein in his response as he ravished her lips like a starving man. Rin's fingers tentatively explored the hair at the nape of his neck as his mouth slanted unforgiving over hers. Amber eyes fluttered shut in wonder as the young woman he'd barely deemed worth his notice moaned softly into his mouth. The taste of her was like an explosion to his senses, as he allowed his tongue to delve between her slightly parted lips. Enjoying the taste what was purely Rin on his tongue, Sesshoumaru lifted a clawed finger to her chin and opened her mouth wider in an attempt to savor any spot he might have missed.

His charge gasped in shock at his actions, shifting her weight forward slightly to allow him better access. A wary Rin eased her fingers into the silver hair she adored, sifting the heavy weight through her fingers. Sesshoumaru jerked at the familiarity in her touch but did not pull away. The timid girl finally allowed her tongue to flicker into his mouth, and the lord of the west had a difficult time stifling the groan that rose in his throat from the contact.

What was he doing? He must stop this madness! "We can not do this," he whispered against her hungry lips in protest. Sesshoumaru struggled weakly against his own desire to pull away from the temptress in his arms. Having caught on to the act of kissing quite quickly Rin ignored his building resistance plundering his mouth with a kiss of her own.

Shocked and admittedly aroused by the girl's boldness Sesshoumaru ceased his false attempts at escape, yanking the unsuspecting girl onto his chest and tumbled backwards into the soft grass. Just one more kiss. To purge the meddlesome girl from his senses once and for all, he rationalized.

He smothered her gasp of surprise with his lips, enjoying the feel of her chestnut tresses against him. The novel heat she ignited within him had caused a thrilling sensation wherever she touched him and a dull ache where she did not. Her hands roamed his chest experimentally, obviously over the shock of lying atop her master. Sesshoumaru's hands snaked around her waist slowly entangling in her waist length hair, his grip tightening further as Rin explored the recesses of his mouth.

Her hands sought to bring him closer and she slid them beneath the fabric of his clothes and laid her questing fingers flat upon his chest. Positioning her hand directly above his heart, as if needing to confirm his existence, Rin leaned in and claimed his mouth in a kiss that almost caused him to wonder about her innocence. Her small tongue was moving frantically, and Sesshoumaru gasped at the intensity behind her touch.
Irrational fear consumed him as the girl kissed him as if to claim him as hers. He attempted to move away but Rin clung to him as if he were her lifeline. Claws digging into the dirt in rebellion, Sesshoumaru attempted to resist against what the girl was obviously offering. The emotion he'd deemed disgusting but minutes ago seeped into his struggling form.

The taiyoukai's eyes bled red for a second, this time in denial. He rebelled against the knowledge she intentionally bombarded him with. The heat! The sensation he'd been enjoying. Had been enjoying for years if he'd been honest with himself. It was not lust. Sesshoumaru remembered his own thoughts in denial. Resembled it, but not quite. Kami! It couldn't possibly be!

His body went slack in defeat as the sensation ebbed and died away. Rin pulled away gasping for the breath that refused to come. Her eyes fluttered open for the first time since he'd kissed her and stared into his own. Her hazel orbs were like windows to her gentle soul and Sesshoumaru found he was unable to look away. He struggled to ignore the imploring look in her eye to no avail. What does she want from me?!!!


"Will you remember me when I'm gone, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

The simple request drifted through his consciousness as though Rin had implanted it there. His eyes flickered to the wreath of flowers that had tumbled from her head as he'd kissed her.

Forget-M-Nots.

The girl had never asked for anything. Aloud anyway. But Sesshoumaru was suddenly sure that this was what she wanted. The thing she prayed for every night. He'd assumed that she prayed to remain with him instead of being forced to live with humans. He'd misunderstood her entreaty. Had not thought about her words.

"Let me remain with Sesshoumaru-sama forever."

Forever.

When she was long gone from this world she wished for him to remember her.

The fear closed in on him again engulfing him in an inescapable wave of paranoia and what felt unexplainably like self loathing. He could not give her what she wished. He refused to remember this. . . weakness. But he could give the girl something to remember.

Rin's eyes widened with worry at the predatory gleam that had entered his golden orbs. She attempted to ease away from him warily, but was not quick enough. The taiyoukai had her pinned beneath him before she could even think of a satisfactory escape.

She felt his questing hands at the waist of her kimono as his head dipped to the crook of her neck. Rin gasped in pleasure as his lips grazed her skin softly.

"Sesshoumaru-sama?" she asked warily.

Normally he would not reply, but he was interested to know what was going through that illogical little head of hers. "Yes Rin," he replied enjoying the dazed look in her eyes.

She paused as if gathering her courage. "Wh. ..What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice wavering.

He shot the girl a purely physical look and was amused at her gasp and the look of awareness she attempted to hide.

Her eyes shut completely as Sesshoumaru finally pried her garment open. Clawed fingers explored her midriff and he stared transfixed at her response. Amazed at the noises she was making from mere skin contact Sesshoumaru was curious to see what she would actually do when she encountered real pleasure.

He shifted slightly, allowing his silver hair to form a curtain around them; a thin veil between them and the world. A place where he could pretend to forget what she was.

Sesshoumaru's tongue darted out to taste the fragrant skin of her shoulder. Rin rolled her head to the side in unrepressed pleasure, encouraging his actions. His fingers crept up the girl's alluring form slowly, watching in growing fascination as her breathing escalated in anticipation. His fingers practically shook as he caressed the smooth skin that heaved erratically beneath his touch.

His hand closed around her supple breast experimentally. Rin's eyes shot to his in question, then closed in poignant bliss as he flicked his fingertips over a stiffening nipple. The novel sensation was amplified as his lips found the place his tongue had traced moments before and sucked gently on her delicate skin. A breathless sigh escaped her lips as Rin struggled against the feeling building within her.

The girl moaned in loss as Sesshoumaru pulled his hand away from her aching breast, then practically yelped when he replaced it with his slightly roughened tongue. He felt a shiver course through him involuntarily as Rin plunged her roaming fingers into the depths of his hair, holding him to her softness as if afraid he would disappear. The woman practically shook beneath him, arching into him with every slow stroke of his tongue against her skin.

Sesshoumaru clenched his shaking fingers into fists in utter confusion. They practically ached to touch her. He resisted, digging his claws into his hands tightly. He would give her this moment of joy, but nothing more. He would not mate with Rin. Could not! As his hands flexed in rebellion the taiyoukai called upon his legendary iron will to still their movement. But the infuriating creature kept moving against him! Heat shot through his body straight to his groin as she rubbed against him in a desperate attempt to soothe the building ache.

Suppressing an angry growl Sesshoumaru caught her waist in his unforgiving grip and pinned it motionless to the soft grass. He felt like sighing in relief as the tortuous motion ceased but shut his eyes in disbelief as his traitorous fingers stroked the smooth skin of her upper thigh in apparent fascination. Released from the prison of his fist, his fingertips roamed unchecked over her creamy skin.

Sesshoumaru gave into the urge to roll his eyes in mock disgust, secure in the knowledge that Rin would not see it, as her eyes were currently closed in bliss from his tongue's ministrations. The woman couldn't possibly be this smooth everywhere!! Her skin seemed to woven from the softest and finest of silks, and finally the taiyoukai's curiosity won out against reason.

Reaching low he bunched the distracting peach kimono around the girl's waist, causing Rin's eyes to spring open at his purposeful movements. Starting at her newly exposed knee he allowed his hands to trail upwards over her sun-kissed skin slowly in examination. Apparently she could, indeed, be so ravishingly smooth all over. Gritting his teeth at the surprisingly pleasant sensation, Sesshoumaru felt his control slipping with every forbidden caress.

Her skin almost seemed to catch fire beneath his fingertips, her breathing coming shorter with each bated breath. So soft. . . So responsive. . He shook his head in an attempt to clear his dazed senses as her hands floated from his hair to alight gently upon his shoulders.

The scent of her arousal was attempting to drive him insane. Punishing his sensitive senses for his years of indifference. He felt a moment's pity for the demons he'd dispatched that had merely been entranced by her. The fragrance surrounded him, threatening to suffocate him with his own want. His own suddenly desperate need of her.

He was not one to indulge in kisses but the taste of her lips called him back to revel in the sweetness he had long denied himself. Releasing her nipple with a barely audible groan Sesshoumaru took in her flushed skin, dazed eyes, and slightly parted lips. "Damn siren," he growled softly, before he claimed her mouth for what he promised would be the final time.

He would stop. . . . as soon as she ceased making those exquisite noises in the back of her throat!

Seeking to put an end to the torture of his senses Sesshoumaru filled her mouth with a kiss that threatened to set his entire body ablaze. Hearing her stifled whimper of pleasure he could not resist lifting her shapely leg over his waist. Bending it at the knee for easy access, he sought the origin of the addicting aroma with his questing fingers.

Her mouth opened in an uncontrollable moan, her grip tightening on his shoulders as if searching for a place to steady herself.

Careful of his dangerous claws, Sesshoumaru delved within her folds. His rhythmic strokes evoked whimpers from an overwhelmed Rin as he coaxed her closer to ecstasy.

"Sesshoumaru-sama please!" her voice pleaded breathlessly, though he knew she had no idea what it was that she pleaded for.

Her uninhibited response triggered something inside of him. He attempted to ignore the effect she had on his body, but knew that in moments even she would be able to feel it.

He sucked gently on her questing tongue, letting his fangs graze her plump bottom lip leisurely. She writhed beneath him frantically, leg tightening around him in an effort to ease the building pressure. Quickening his tempo at her frenzied response, Sesshoumaru lost the battle to refrain from physical pleasure. Lifting her leg higher upon his hip he cupped his free hand beneath her and pulled the unsuspecting girl flush against him, grinding his aching shaft against the heat between her legs.

Taking his renewed vigor as permission to explore him as well Rin pushed the troublesome garment from his shoulders, wincing at the momentary pause in his actions as he flung it behind him. Indescribable pleasure coursed through him as his bare skin came into contact with her rounded breasts and velvety skin. Kami, she would be the death of him. Or the life. . . . his traitorous mind whispered.

Continuing his previous ministrations he couldn't help but notice how ready she was for him. Heat poured off of the girl in waves, her dark hair sprawled across the tender flowers she'd planted, and she whispered his name as though it were her most devout prayer. Finding the small nub that was guaranteed to drive her wild, Sesshoumaru pressed his thumb against it purposefully hoping to end her torture as well as his own.

Expecting Rin to explode beneath his experienced touch the taiyoukai was taken off guard as another slender leg wrapped tightly around his waist, effectively trapping him in the one place he'd hoped to avoid. Directly between her silky thighs. Biting her lip in shy fascination the little vixen arched against the growing bulge in his hakama.

The groan he had felt building ever since his mouth had settled upon hers left his lips in the form of a primal growl, as pure bliss trapped him within its hold. Her innocent eyes took in his response with amazement and wonder, as she pressed against him a second time seeking to hear the arousing noise again. His head fell helplessly to her shoulder with the movement, as he blinked in astonishment at the sensation.

"Please," she whispered again, this time mere breaths away from his ear in hopes he had only been unable to hear her the first time. "Rin, no." he replied firmly, his eyes widening as his command came out as a faint whisper. The muscles in her thighs tightened as she brought him even closer as desperation closed in around her.

His fingers still trapped between them plunged deeper inside her quivering body evoking what he was sure was the most sensual moan he'd ever heard from her lips. His fragile control cracked, then broke as Rin's soft lips grazed his throat in a perfect imitation of his earlier ministrations. Upwards they climbed slowly, a shudder racing through him as the cool air blew against the wet trail she left upon his skin. Her gentle touch flickered down his chest as light as butterfly wings until they landed gently upon their goal.

What could only be described as a moan passed the lord of the west's lips as she squeezed him through his hakama. He lengthened and twitched beneath her exploring touch as her other hand struggled with the ties that held them closed. His hands flew to stop hers instinctively though he wanted nothing more than to rip the remaining clothes from his frame.

"It's alright," Rin assured him, her voice back to its pleasant melodious tone.

She did not understand. He could not! "This Sesshoumaru can not mate with a human," he said bluntly, then his voice softened of its own accord, "even if it is you."

Her enchanting hazel eyes stared into his amber ones imploring him to understand. "It is alright," Rin repeated, "here it is alright."

Here? he thought in confusion. What difference did it make? Sesshoumaru glanced around the moonlit garden in growing wonder. The place looked as if it belonged in another world. A world where what species the goddess in his arms belonged to would not matter. A world where he would be free from the vows he'd made to himself long ago. A world that did not exist.

Sesshoumaru gasped in shock as Rin's small hands wrapped around him. The stubborn girl had succeeded in untying his pants while he had been caught in his own thoughts. She held him hostage with her exquisite touch moving her fingers over him slowly, gauging his response to her actions. Eyes shut tight, Sesshoumaru attempted to gather the will to push her away. But all he could hear was her joyous moans over his response and her breathless voice in his ear. "It is alright." "Here it is alright."

The impregnable wall of ice he had built centuries ago came crashing down around his feet. Sesshoumaru shoved his opened hakama down over his hips with a determined growl and caught Rin's shoulders in a steady grip that she could not escape from even if she tried. Rin's eyes widened in understanding as he positioned himself at her slick entrance and pushed inside as though he would die if he waited a moment longer.

The girl tensed around him, caught in a web of pleasure and pain. Her thighs tightened adding to the sweet torture as he waited momentarily for her body to adjust to his intrusion. Rin wiggled experimentally beneath him, and Sesshoumaru pinned her with his considerable weight.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice catching uncharacteristically. Every time she shifted against him, unimaginable bliss flooded his body in ways that urged him to forget about the fragile creature beneath him and plunge into her until he reached contentment. She obviously did not understand her precarious situation.

Rin shifted yet again, inadvertantly drawing Sesshoumaru deeper into her exquisite warmth than he thought possible. Releasing an impassioned groan that rang subtlely of desperation Sesshoumaru tightened his hold on the girl's waist, withdrew then sank back into her with a noise that could only be described as a sigh.

His eyes widened at the unbelievable sensation as he repeated the motion in incredulity. He marveled at the way Rin fit him like a glove, her passage contracting around him with his every movement.

Her curious hands were everywhere. Sliding around his waist, clutching onto his hair, before they found a semi-permanent home upon his shoulders catching them in a grip that would have rivaled a youkai's.

He took her harder, relinquishing his hold on her waist to rise on his hands above her. Rin strained against him, lifting herself to meet his every delicious movement. Sesshoumaru watched in rapt amazement as the girl fought against the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to overtake her.

"Oh Kami!," Rin whispered breathlessly, as his thrusts attempted to force her over the edge.

"Quite the opposite," Sesshoumaru corrected, his voice an unrecognizable husky whisper, an arrogant smirk gracing his features.

Sesshoumaru felt the pressure building. An almost euphoric sensation that drove him into a frenzy. To think this slip of a girl could do this to him. His body tightened in rebellion, chest heaving in a vain attempt to calm his breathing. But Rin would have nothing of it. Hands flying to his hair in mild delirium she dragged his head down to hers in a fiery kiss that succeeded in melting whatever was left of his legendary icy facade.

"Here it is alright."

His clawed fingers dug into her waist as the last of his inhibitions crumbled away into nothingness. One phenomenal sensation built upon the next driving him quickly to the edge of what was left of his sanity. Sesshoumaru felt Rin's rasping whisper a breath away from his ear as she kissed her way up the contours of his face.

"Will you remember me when I'm gone, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

He had barely but a moment to register that this time the voice he'd heard was in actuality real before breathtaking ecstasy overpowered him. Amber eyes closed in disbelief, his fevered body trembled and he surrendered to the woman beneath him.

Sesshoumaru-sama.

His own name echoed in his ears as the world attempted to come back into focus. His grip tightened on Rin's body instinctively, and he opened his eyes in shock. The familiar heat he'd felt was gone. Fading away as the seconds stretched out before him. The devastatingly bright hazel eyes he knew so well now dimmed as though a flame had been extinguished.

Sesshoumaru-sama.

The taiyoukai watched in amazement as the alluring form of Rin blurred beneath him. A wistful smile graced her perfect features, as she willed her master to understand.

"Here it is alright."

Sesshoumaru watched in confusion and building despair as Rin's transparent body faded into nothingness.

Sesshoumaru-sama!

He reached beneath him in disbelief. "Rin?" His confusion rose as he listened to the odd sound of his voice. Why did it resemble an echo? What had happened? Where was he? And more importantly where was . . .

"Sesshoumaru-sama!!"

The terrified scream jarred him awake so suddenly that he struck his head on the trunk of the tree he had been reclining on. As the fog of sleep slowly lifted Sesshoumaru gazed around the field in amazement. It dimly registered that he was in the spot he had first been admiring Rin. Which meant. . . He'd fallen asleep! he realized, as relief and disappointment flooded him simultaneously. It had all been a dream! He and Rin hadn't. . . Rin!!

"Sesshoumaru-sama!!!!"

Rin's horrified scream echoed through him and he was on his feet in a flash. Literally flying over the field to her aid he caught sight of the reason for her distress. Wolf youkai.

The detestable creature had caught hold of the frightened girl by her glorious mane of hair. Her waist length strands a liability in this particular situation. He smelled the youkai's fear as his eyes bled crimson in outrage. His puny attempt to shield himself with Rin was to no avail as Sesshoumaru did not pause in his flight and he buried his acidic fingers in the youkai's chest. The taiyoukai caught the girl before she fell as he flung the dying wolf's body away as though he were nothing more than pest.

Rin gasped at Sesshoumaru's feral expression but did not back away from his uncharacteristic embrace. "Are you alright?" he mumbled quietly afraid that he would not be satisfied until he had asked.

Her eyes widened at his concern, but she nodded slowly, smiling up at his stoic expression.

He released her so quickly that she stumbled backwards a few feet in surprise. She watched him dismiss her as he always did, turning his back, expecting her to follow quietly along in his footsteps.

She bent to retrieve the bundles of flowers the irritating wolf youkai had caused to be strewn about in his haste to capture her. Rin watched as her master's steps came to swift halt.

"Leave them," he ordered referring to the blood coated blooms she had so painstakingly gathered.

"But. . ."

"You no longer need to gather them," he interrupted, his voice lower than she'd ever heard it.

She knew of his annoyance with what he considered frivolous activities, but he had always allowed her the privilege in the past. Rin decided to brave his wrath and ask his reasons anyway. "Why not?" She whispered, her voice wavering in fear of his displeasure.

The Lord of the West allowed the stoic facade he had built over long centuries to fade away momentarily as he threw the astonished young woman an amused smirk over his shoulder. "Because this Sesshoumaru never forgets."