InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ The Crucifixion of the Insincere ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: hedgehogmadhatter 
Sesshomaru:
The witch was finally in my arms, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air behind my eyes.
Her games had all come to naught because now she was where she belonged, at my complete and utter mercy.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2006 | Pages: 10 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 567 | Status: Completed
Sesshomaru:
The witch was finally in my arms, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air behind my eyes.
Her games had all come to naught because now she was where she belonged, at my complete and utter mercy.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2006 | Pages: 10 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 567 | Status: Completed
Chapter fifteen
The Crucifixion of the Insincere
A/N: This chapter is a just touch on the dark side with a hot slice of lemon. If such things upset you then don't read it.
I stared at Sesshomaru with my mouth open in dumbfounded shock. How was it he could know so little about me but always strike so close to the unnerving truth? “I am not afraid of the dark.”
He rolled his eyes, “So then it's me. You don't like me?”
I wasn't sure how to tread this thin ice. I was one step away from falling into the arctic waters next to the sinking Titanic. “I… do like you. It's just that...”
He leaned over me. “Just what?”
I grappled for a fast answer. “I just don't think this is a good idea.”
He pushed me away and I fell back against the black patent leather. “Fine.”
The buggy rounded the corner and I saw we were fast approaching the parking lot. Sesshomaru lifted the champagne bottle to his lips and finished it off.
Once the carriage came to a stop I hopped down before he had a chance to help me down. Sesshomaru paid the driver while I walked away.
I'd screwed up and now he was pissed. I hated that he was mad but saw no way around it.
I stood behind the car watching as a homeless man lumbered by. This was the park and it was not an unusual sight.
I stood behind the car watching as a homeless man lumbered by. This was the park and it was not an unusual sight.
He turned to face me, and I saw that his clothing was beyond rumpled and a Hello My Name Is: Ralph sticker graced his dirty breast pocket.
Ah shit.
He was homeless but not in the traditional sense of the word.
His trench coat hung limp and dirty down to his knees. His skin was a mottled grey and from the handgun he clutched in his hand, I got the impression he'd committed the ultimate sin, suicide.
A grey shapeless hat hid any damage to his head and I was grateful for this small favor. Like most suicides he was pissed. This was the worst sort of unrepentant bitterness and now he was fueled by his hatred, counting on his own red hot agony. He should have faded weeks ago but he was still here, an unfortunate stain on the earth.
He stood by the passenger side door of the Roadster staring me down; his black eyes were endless puddles of hot tar. For some reason he reminded me of Willy Lowman even though there was no proof he'd ever been in sales.
Damn it!
This was the perfect ending to the perfect day. There would be no sleep for me. He was powerful enough to follow me home, knock things over and make a hell of a racket.
Damn it!
This was the perfect ending to the perfect day. There would be no sleep for me. He was powerful enough to follow me home, knock things over and make a hell of a racket.
Not to mention he'd try to draw his energy from me to drag out his already overextended stay. While I do have control over the dead it is erratic at best. I can call them to me, though why the hell anyone would want to do that is beyond me. But I can't force them to leave. I can talk them into going or just wait until they fade away. So much for being the great and all powerful Oz.
He lifted his fist and shook it at me while he yelled in silence; his open mouth only serving to bring out the deep lines on his face. I refused to meet his gaze or read his lips. Most of his teeth were black so if he was a salesman he'd been a poor one.
Sesshomaru interrupted the little scene by walking over to my car door. No doubt he was attributing my reluctance to get in the car to my rejection of his offer.
I watched as he nonchalantly stepped around Ralph who frowned at the intrusion of his personal space.
He lifted his fist and shook it at me while he yelled in silence; his open mouth only serving to bring out the deep lines on his face. I refused to meet his gaze or read his lips. Most of his teeth were black so if he was a salesman he'd been a poor one.
Sesshomaru interrupted the little scene by walking over to my car door. No doubt he was attributing my reluctance to get in the car to my rejection of his offer.
I watched as he nonchalantly stepped around Ralph who frowned at the intrusion of his personal space.
Sesshomaru hadn't seen him; else he would have said something and confronted him. After the scene back at my apartment with Horace, I was sure of it. Yet he walked around him as though he were a mailbox or trashcan left out in the street.
I've seen others do this, after all everyone to some extent was aware of the other worlds around us even if they don't realize it.
Ralph flipped off the Taiyokai and POOF. He was gone.
Ralph flipped off the Taiyokai and POOF. He was gone.
Maybe he'd be waiting for me when I got home. That has happened before though I don't know how they know where I live. I wonder if there's some ghostly booth at Grand Central Station giving away free maps.
Or maybe Sesshomaru had somehow neutralized him. I wasn't sure which was the least plausible. But the idea of spending a fun filled evening alone with Ralph was not high on my list of fun.
Sesshomaru was right.
I am an adult and I have the credit card bills to prove it. Being an adult wasn't all bad, his warm hands on my thighs and lips on mine…
Or maybe Sesshomaru had somehow neutralized him. I wasn't sure which was the least plausible. But the idea of spending a fun filled evening alone with Ralph was not high on my list of fun.
Sesshomaru was right.
I am an adult and I have the credit card bills to prove it. Being an adult wasn't all bad, his warm hands on my thighs and lips on mine…
I was certain the incident with Jane was all me and not him so I didn't have to do this but now I wanted to.
He was arrogant but he was safe. And safe was something I hadn't felt in a long time.
He was arrogant but he was safe. And safe was something I hadn't felt in a long time.
I slid across the cold leather of the black seat and Sesshomaru shut the door behind me. I kept an eye peeled for the shade formerly known as Ralph.
But he was seemingly gone. The space by the bushes he'd occupied was brightly lit by a tall streetlamp.
Sesshomaru buckled his seatbelt and turned the key starting the smooth purr of the engine. A single line rode his brow but other than that he was silent and unmoved.
I thought about my cold, lonely and defenseless apartment. Something deep inside me past my collarbone but above my clenched stomach snapped. “Sesshomaru?”
He turned his head and I saw his eyes were cold. He was pissed but holding it in. “Yes?”
I met his eyes and then glanced away to the keys dangling from the ignition. “If I change my mind…”
He cut me off, “Yes?”
“I'd want you to know that it would be because I wanted to go with you, not because you bought me.”
He frowned but a warm light shined in his gilt eyes. “Bought you? What kind of man do you think I am?”
I sighed, “The kind who thinks a woman might be shallow enough to fall over for you over a box of obscenely good chocolate, flowers, dancing and an expensive dinner.”
I didn't know what kind of reaction I expected but it certainly wasn't the one I received. Sesshomaru threw up his hands over the steering wheel. “You forgot to mention the car. I'm sure it counts in here somewhere.”
He wound his long fingers around the leather on the steering wheel, “What more could you possibly want from me? This is it. This is all there is. Does going after what I want make me shallow? Perhaps but I don't care.”
My answer sounded as though it was coming from another woman, one who was merely renting my body for the day, “You. That's all I want.” My confession was unexpected but true.
He admonished in a light tone, “All you had to do was ask.” I'm sure he was looking at me but I was too busy looking straight ahead to notice.
Outrage danced across my nerves. “Why do you think I offered to buy you coffee? Do you think I do that for everyone?” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, which was difficult because he was smiling.
“I'm sure you only give away coffee to those who catch you.” Now he knew he was winning he had the nerve to smirk.
He was pushing his luck. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Whatever.”
He put a warm hand on my shoulder, “I was a fool.”
Now those were the words I'd been dying to hear, “Will there be more to us than just…”
Sesshomaru flashed the tips of his white canines. “I'm not sure; I guess you'll just have to take a risk.”
Honestly at this point in the night and my life even if he turned out to be a rotten lover it'd be worth it just to have one night of peace. Bone crunching exhaustion rode my every movement and the idea of letting go and being with him was… enticing. But as mischievous as I am, I've never been much of a risk taker.
That's why I worked in a run down bookstore at a job instead of a career. That's why I had a fish instead of a dog. Why I had Thanksgiving dinner at Sango's house every year instead of confronting my mother at our old house. It's why I didn't own a driver's license or know how to drive a car. It's why I never ran away from home and instead tolerated my stepfather until I could escape to college.
I shrugged in reply and Sesshomaru seemed to take it as yes. I waited for him to bridge the short gap of space between us and kiss me but instead he pulled away and took the car out of park.
I watched the lights of the city fly by in a blur.
Sesshomaru said nothing and I wondered if it was because he'd won and didn't need to exert any more effort. A shiver went through my bones and I wondered if this was how it felt to be driven to your own execution. Surely I was exaggerating, but if so then why did all of this feel so final?
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Sesshomaru:
The witch had done it. She'd gone against every ounce of her good sense and succumbed, but at what cost?
The victory that should have been sweet, rang hollow.
She had been so certain with rejecting me in the carriage but one moment by herself next to the car staring into space had changed her mind. What was going on in that head of hers?
And why was she slumped in the seat looking out the window frowning. I felt like I was driving her to her to the dentist for a root canal. I'd been looking forward to this moment and she'd found a way to ruin it.
Perhaps I should just take her home. I had her word and holding her to it later on would be a cinch.
The scent of her mimosa worked it's way over to my side of the car and without thought I was driving us towards my house. Maybe her attitude had nothing to do with me. Did she have some unhealthy sexual hang up?
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Sesshomaru:
The witch had done it. She'd gone against every ounce of her good sense and succumbed, but at what cost?
The victory that should have been sweet, rang hollow.
She had been so certain with rejecting me in the carriage but one moment by herself next to the car staring into space had changed her mind. What was going on in that head of hers?
And why was she slumped in the seat looking out the window frowning. I felt like I was driving her to her to the dentist for a root canal. I'd been looking forward to this moment and she'd found a way to ruin it.
Perhaps I should just take her home. I had her word and holding her to it later on would be a cinch.
The scent of her mimosa worked it's way over to my side of the car and without thought I was driving us towards my house. Maybe her attitude had nothing to do with me. Did she have some unhealthy sexual hang up?
She laid her head back against the leather head rest, closed her eyes and sighed, “Sesshou I'm sorry but I want to go home.”
My hands clenched the steering wheel and I made an
abrupt and fool hardy U turn in the middle of the deserted street. I spat, “As you wish.”
abrupt and fool hardy U turn in the middle of the deserted street. I spat, “As you wish.”
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The trip back to her house passed quickly. The traffic flowed freely and I soon I was paralleled parked in the same space in front of the apartment building.
Her neighbors were nowhere to be seen but soft lights from televisions shined in the windows behind gossamer curtains.
Disgust and disappointment rode high in my throat but I refused to let her know how low she'd brought me.
First refusing then promising then fucking changing her mind, what the hell had I expected?
Still, I was going to drop her off and then perhaps erase her from my existence using whatever means necessary. I hadn't decided yet
I crossed to her door and opened it for her. The witch climbed out and for a moment was unsteady on her feet.
I attributed this to her ridiculous shoes and offered her my arm which she accepted. We crossed the pavement to the steps in front of the apartment foyer door.
I waited while she dug out the key from her pocketbook. She pushed the key into the old lock than turned towards me.
“Come up for something to drink.”
What the hell?
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Kagura:
He stood scowling at me from the bottom of the stoop steps looking like an indignant child who'd lost his lollypop. I decided in that moment that I genuinely like the guy.
I wasn't sure why or even if he deserved it but I did. I realized I didn't want to end this evening on a bad note even if I was too much of a coward to go home with him.
That and I wasn't ready to face Ralph or whatever else was waiting for me upstairs alone just yet.
“Well?”
He turned his golden eyes toward me with exasperation, “Well what?”
Oh God he would have to be difficult. “Are you coming up?”
He glanced at his car then frowned, “Sure.”
He came up behind me, his footsteps sounding reluctantly on the stairs.
I unlocked the door and felt his eyes boring a hole in the back of my neck. I opened the door and flicked on the lights. Thank God, I'd picked the place up earlier today so it was only partially shameful.
Sushi shot across his bowl, the light had shaken him awake from his beauty sleep.
Sesshomaru paused in front of the bowl, using the fish as an excuse to avoid looking at me. Sushi returned his rude stare and almost had his fishy nose pressed to the glass of his bowl. Sesshomaru scoffed then began looking around my tiny apartment taking stock of my lack of worldly goods.
My old couch was really an embarrassed love seat. Framed movie posters graced my walls and he stopped to study them. I could tell by the downturn of his lips, he wasn't familiar with a single one.
I flounced into the tiny room that passed as my kitchen and hunted up some wine glasses. “Still want that drink?”
He was frowning at my thread bare beige rug. “Please.”
I poured a dry Riesling into the goblets already knowing the wine would be too sweet for his over sophisticated palate.
I unlocked the door and felt his eyes boring a hole in the back of my neck. I opened the door and flicked on the lights. Thank God, I'd picked the place up earlier today so it was only partially shameful.
Sushi shot across his bowl, the light had shaken him awake from his beauty sleep.
Sesshomaru paused in front of the bowl, using the fish as an excuse to avoid looking at me. Sushi returned his rude stare and almost had his fishy nose pressed to the glass of his bowl. Sesshomaru scoffed then began looking around my tiny apartment taking stock of my lack of worldly goods.
My old couch was really an embarrassed love seat. Framed movie posters graced my walls and he stopped to study them. I could tell by the downturn of his lips, he wasn't familiar with a single one.
I flounced into the tiny room that passed as my kitchen and hunted up some wine glasses. “Still want that drink?”
He was frowning at my thread bare beige rug. “Please.”
I poured a dry Riesling into the goblets already knowing the wine would be too sweet for his over sophisticated palate.
I leaned over the counter and presented him with a glass which he accepted and tasted but only after passing the rim under his nostrils.
I flopped down onto the couch and watched him pace my apartment like a caged animal. I decided to at least take a shot at breaking the icy chill. “You are an excellent dancer.”
Sesshomaru stopped in his tracks and spun to face me, “And you are a wonderful hypocrite.”
Okay I've just fallen off the diving board and belly flopped into the deep end of the pool. “I... I'm sorry.”
His eyes snapped, “No you're not.”
Fire burned in my mouth, “I didn't say no just to inconvenience you. I don't like to play games.”
His words were harsh and only partially true, “Yes you do. You live for games.”
I lifted my head and met his gaze as I pulled off my shoes, “That's not fair. How can you say that? There's so much you don't know.”
I flopped down onto the couch and watched him pace my apartment like a caged animal. I decided to at least take a shot at breaking the icy chill. “You are an excellent dancer.”
Sesshomaru stopped in his tracks and spun to face me, “And you are a wonderful hypocrite.”
Okay I've just fallen off the diving board and belly flopped into the deep end of the pool. “I... I'm sorry.”
His eyes snapped, “No you're not.”
Fire burned in my mouth, “I didn't say no just to inconvenience you. I don't like to play games.”
His words were harsh and only partially true, “Yes you do. You live for games.”
I lifted my head and met his gaze as I pulled off my shoes, “That's not fair. How can you say that? There's so much you don't know.”
He dropped down onto my old easy chair with his knees sprawled apart, his hands clutching the arms of the chair. “How can I? You won't share any part of yourself or your world with me.”
I shot back, “Why should I? It's not as though your intentions are honorable.” Okay now I was sounding like a Jane Austin heroine; may lightening strike me now.
He tilted his head and formed a temple of contemplation with his long fingers. “They aren't but so what? You know who I am. You know what I do. Either you can accept that or you can't. I never claimed to be a nice guy.”
But he didn't have to.
His actions spoke for him; Rin in the park on her shiny red bike, his concern for Jane who was only a human. And the clincher, he'd caught me in the store when I know he hated bringing any attention to himself.
Okay so he wasn't in the running to be crowned the next Jimmy Stewart, the quintessential nice guy but he was hardly Saddam Hussein.
My gut twisted in reluctant indecision. I hated this. He sighed and pushed himself out of the chair.
I looked up as he loomed over me, his silver hair hung in a rope down his shoulder. My voice was tired, “What on earth are you doing?”
Sesshomaru's lips thinned and a cord in his jaw twitched. “What you won't. I'm taking a risk.”
I opened my mouth to protest but his lips fell down on mine leaving me beyond simple speech.
His warm tongue swept across my bottom lip and soon I opened my mouth giving him the invitation he'd been pressing for.
My treacherous hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer and onto the couch with me.
Wait.
This is not what I'd agreed to. My head screamed in protest but my body tuned out the nagging and focused on the feel and force of his kiss.
His hands slid down my sides and soon his hands were under my ass lifting me off the couch into his lap. Warning bells sounded, no clanged in my ears but I didn't care.
His lips were reminding me of every moment he'd held me against him in the book store. He sat me astride his lap, my knees straddling either side of his legs riding him. His hands rested on my hips, his lips crushing mine.
I felt his hand on the back of my head holding me in place, lest I change my mind.
He abruptly pulled back leaving me wanting. I was helpless to do anything while he held me, his golden eyes searching my face.
“Now is this what you want?” His eyes were half lidded and voice thick with intention.
That jerk, he'd kissed me stupid and was again asking me to sleep with him.
Was there no end to his outrageous ego? Did he always get everything thing he wanted?
Sesshomaru worked his way across my jaw and caught my earlobe between his teeth. My stomach slammed into my throat and I gave in. “Oh yes, God don't stop.”
He ceased the assault on my earlobe and chuckled as he pulled me against his chest. “My horny little witch.”
I sighed and pressed my face into his neck, his skin was still soft from his afternoon shave. “Yeah well… you started it!”
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Sesshomaru:
The witch was finally in my arms, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air behind my eyes.
Her games had all come to naught because now she was where she belonged, at my complete and utter mercy.
I brushed my lips across the tip of her nose, “It seems you are on your knees.”
She sighed and did an unconscious, evil yet wonderful little wiggle, “It would seem that way.”
I refused to let her movement set the tone, “Perhaps you would like to make your confession?”
She frowned, “Where the hell is this going? Tell me.”
She was not in the position to be making demands so I squeezed her ass and delighted in the sound of her squeal. “So dark priestess…”
I was appealing to her wicked side and she gave in without realizing, and relaxed against me. She smiled and her small fangs glinted in the low lamp light. “Yes?”
I ran my hands up her waist and traced the outline of her underwire bra. The back of her dress unzipped easily and I pulled down the bust of the dress letting it puddle around her waist.
And for the love of everything holy her bra was black lace and strapless, pushing her breasts conveniently into my face. “You are exquisite.”
She blinked at me while I disposed of the bra freeing her breasts for the perusal of my hands and lips.
She shuddered and moaned when I claimed a rosy pointed nipple with my mouth. I bit down gently watching her eyes turn to livid molten rubies. She pulled away and I pushed her closer. “No, no… You are going nowhere.”
I kneaded the other breast and rolled my thumb across her nipple, encouraging her to give in to her baser instincts. Her eyes flashed and her head lolled on her neck.
I captured the other breast and then swept my thumb downward into the tiny recess of her navel. Her lips glistened and I returned to them drinking the last of her sweet absolution.
“Raise your arms.”
The witch tilted her head, “Why?” She shifted her weight as though she might be considering getting up. That was not happening.
I growled low and felt her skin jump to gooseflesh under my hands. “Just do it.”
She lifted her arms, presenting her breasts to their best advantage. I gathered her dress in my hands and pulled it up and over her head.
I tossed it in a heap by the corner ignoring her gasp of protest. Hell, if it was damaged I'd buy her another.
My witch sat on me wearing only a brief swatch of black lace and those sinful stockings. Her body was more than I'd imagined. It was truly an alter, perhaps one I might never tire worshipping at.
I traced the faint out line of her ribs… she was so thin. I was surprised because I'd seen her eat.
And there it was... a simple mole under her right breast.
What the hell had she done to me?
I bent down and laved the mole with my tongue and she squirmed in my lap driving me on.
Her smooth skin, firm ass, magnificent breasts and beckoning scent of need swept away all remaining crumbs of my self control.
I slid to the end of the couch forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist out of fear of falling backwards; as if I'd really drop her. But it was an effective move and once I was supporting her ass in my hands I stood then walked us towards her bedroom.
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Kagura:
I clung to him and allowed him to carry me off the direction of… my coat closet.
Normally I'd say something but I was too worked up in the moment, my face pressed into his chest.
He opened the door with his one free hand then cursed at the sight of coats neatly hung on hangers and turned towards another door beside it. “This better not be the damned bathroom.”
I shook my head and he lightly kicked the door open then tossed me onto my own bed.
I landed on my back but before I could react he was beside me running his cool hands down my stocking legs.
Sesshomaru rolled the stocking down my left leg and tossed it aside. Then he lifted my leg in the air and laid a sharp kiss in the soft skin behind my knee.
He worked the same magic on my right leg and in a move faster than I could blink he was holding my panties.
I was overtaken by momentary shyness and reached for the safety of a bed sheet.
His hand knocked mine away. I looked up and saw his golden eyes bleeding into a soft red. He barked, “No.”
It was a command and not a request. I pulled back not understanding the change in him. He realized he'd startled me and said softly, “Please… don't.”
I released the sheet I had balled in my fist. He stood and began pulling off his jacket, his eyes never once leaving my naked body.
While I am not shy, especially when this excited, I am still not a natural exhibitionist. I rolled over on to my belly supporting my head in my hands watching the show.
Sesshomaru's shirt had disappeared and before I could fully appreciate this wonderful development he was on my back.
I yelped as his cold hands worked their way down my lower back and over my buttocks. I felt a sharp nip followed by warm soft lips on my lower right cheek and my nails dug into my mattress.
My ears detected the unmistakable sound of his zipper coming undone and without turning I knew it wouldn't be much longer.
The bed shook as he rejoined me, his arms wrapping around my torso pulling my back to his smooth warm chest.
His hands found my breasts and the world faded from my thoughts. Sesshomaru pushed me forward onto my knees and he settled behind me between my legs.
My breath left my body when his fingers found me and explored the inner folds of my body's center.
Moments became minutes and soon something that could never be mistaken for a finger was pressing against me. I gasped and leaned back allowing him to press forward and enter me.
Reality swam as he filled me and took over my world. His hands ran up my rib cage and cupped my breasts as he steadied my back to his chest.
I moved with him frustrated he had so thoroughly taken control. I would've loved a chance to return some of this sweet torture he was doling out.
Sesshomaru rested his chin on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw his silver lashes tightly closed and a serious expression resting on his lips.
He opened his golden eyes and I saw they were shot through with ribbons of scarlet. A low growl rumbled in his chest and he claimed my neck with his lips.
The intensity of his body riding mine, his hands, lips and eyes convinced me that maybe he was my prisoner and not the other way around.
I reveled in my new power and arched my back encouraging him to move faster. The heat mounted and I was burning with him. Each little movement on my part elicited a feral noise of approval from him.
Soon I was out of my mind with it all and knew he couldn't be far behind me because his movements were nearly erratic.
His voice sounded in low and deep in my ear. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
What the hell?
This was the strangest sweet nothings pillow talk I'd ever heard. I turned my head slightly to look at him but his lips were firmly pressed into my shoulder and his eyes locked shut.
Light from the street lamp poured through my curtains and bathed his face in an ethereal glow.
He slammed into me pushing me over the edge. Only his hands holding me up kept me from landing flat on my face as the sensation swept my knees out from under me. Once again I was falling and he was catching me.
The moon, the stars, hell even mars burst inside my head. He let me fall forward onto my hands as he shattered deep inside me, filling me with everything that was within him to give.
He was growling or howling. I wasn't sure which and my ears didn't seem to be working properly. But his voice was in my head. “Mine. Finally. Mine. Mine. Mine. Grrrrrr.”
I was too far gone to contemplate this but I was certain he had no idea I could hear him.
Oh God what if he could hear my thoughts? I closed my eyes and concentrated but he gave nothing away.
Finally he collapsed on his side and pulled me against his chest. His lips worked my shoulders, neck and ear.
Sesshomaru hugged me to him and I knew my head was my own again. I gave up fighting the all encompassing darkness that was chasing me. I was irked he'd never once asked about birth control. I was on the pill but still…
The heat of his embrace and the calming beat of his heart lulled me to a deep sleep, the likes of which I hadn't experienced in years.
My last coherent thought was… `I wonder if he's gonna borrow my toothbrush…'
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Notes:
Happy lemony Valentine' Day! Of course all's fair and love and war and let's just say Sesshomaru's problems are only just beginning.
Yeah, yeah, I snuck in just a little Death of a Salesman.
This chapter is dedicated to the best beta reader ever Kyougu-Neko! Thanks so much! She writes KILLER Samurai Champloo fic and if you aren't reading it then not only do you suck but you are missing out… so get your tail over to her profile and get reading. She is featured on FanFic dot net by the way, in case you are reading this on another site.
I have a new fan art page up on the site and so far only Kyougu-Neko has been cool enough to contribute to it. So swing by and check her out.
Okay I have to say it: Go TEAM USA and good luck to everyone at the Winter Olympics.
The Chinese and Russian figure skaters blew me away. And the US team made history with some kind of triple toss thingy. So if you aren't watching just think of what you are missing. Yeah that's right, hot guys in tight outfits. Of course if you are too busy reading my stuff to watch well then…that's understandable. LOL!
The Devil's Dictionary:
Ghost: The outward and visible sign of an inward fear.
Habit: A shackle for the free