InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kagura's resolution, Sesshoumaru's heart ❯ back at home ( Chapter 5 )

 

This was not the time to cast blames, nor was it time for dawdling, Sesshoumaru admitted unenthusiastically even as his predatory instincts wished they could set their hands on the sorceress, crushing her to nothing but snippets. The girl's condition was still uncertain; her vicious wounds desperately needed attention. There was no doubt a pressing need to adjourn home rather than to indulge himself in a vengeful spree; if he cared for the well-being of the girl at all.

 

Holding her tightly to his chest, he inelegantly made his flight back to the compound, while stealthily using his sleeves to effectively shield off more moisture from accumulating on her face.

 

Gliding through the hallways and corridors, Sesshoumaru finally arrived at his own chamber. He gave a quick glance at the girl in his arm, a scowling look appeared on his fine-featured face.

 

Rin was soaked through and through, and something alerted him that he couldn't just leave her in this state. Her condition would inevitably become worse if he did nothing about those wet clothing.

 

Sesshoumaru heaved a loud sullen sigh as his eyes drifted closed. Why is this so damn difficult? He mused, feeling simultaneously a heavy weight pulling at his chest. There is nothing wrong with this. It is purely logical. The girl is soaked. She is cold. She is unwell, uncomfortable. What's wrong with helping her remove her wet clothing and dry her up a little? The demon lord nodded, agreeing to the voice of his more rational, regal self.

 

Perhaps Jakan, rather than himself, would be a better choice to assist in this awkward and embarrassing task.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes darkened, as a strange sort of agitation flared up in him. He spat at his own silly idea, simply could not accept the possibility of another demon having the luxury to ogle at her slender naked form, not mentioning also to run their hands through. Moreover, knowing how clumsy his toady servant was, while at it, who knows where his slimy little hands would venture to, knowingly or not. The thought of someone else touching the girl in places that should remain sensitive and private almost cause the vessels in his head to explode in outrage.

 

Enough of this untimely sense of rectitude, Sesshoumaru concluded that there was no more time for contemplation, noting how severely the girl was now shivering as her lips turned to a sickly blue. He let out another soft sigh, then, as nimbly as he could, with his clawed fingers, peeled off the thick layers of clothing stuck stubbornly to her skin. He quickly toweled her dry and laid her gently on his huge bed before proceeding to cover her with his warm feathered blankets.

 

Without shifting his watchful gaze on the recumbent girl, he went on to remove his own rain-soaked clothes, slipping into something more comfortable for the night.

 

Rin. She is still shivering, Sesshoumaru pondered worriedly as he observed the obvious discomfort on the girl's pale face. The blankets. They have proven to be insufficient to keep her adequately warm. Perhaps….. Perhaps I could…

 

Sesshoumaru found it much easier this time to make a decision on his next move. He slid into the covers and tenderly brought the girl under his shoulders, embracing her in a tight hug. He gasped at the contact, as he felt his decidedly male instincts react instantly to the sweet curves of her naked body pressing against his thin clothes.

 

As much as he hated to admit it, he had uncontrollably let his vision graze through her whole self in the midst of helping her undress. He even vaguely remembered his hand coursing through the area just above her breasts, reveling in the fullness of those supple bulges.

 

Lightly, he lifted her slender arms, giving those malicious gashes a more thorough inspection. He found his heart ache painfully at the sight of those bloodied scars. Kagura! That bitch! I'll……

 

Sesshoumaru halted, managing to successfully suppress yet another egotistical outbreak of his most untamed temper, preferring instead, to give his whole concentration to the more immediate task at hand.

 

He gently licked her wounds, frowning with genuine concern when he sensed her winced in pain while at it. The healing powers of his fluid would no doubt expedite her pace of recovery. After working meticulously through her injuries, he felt the girl cease her trembling as she eased into his chest, slumbering in comfort. Her head was pulled back slightly, allowing him to easily observe her dainty features. He heaved a relieved sigh after noting that finally, some colours had began to return to her pale fragile cheeks. As if having a mind of its own, his fingers sought to caress her long lashes, sliding down her cute little nose to outline the seams of her soft lips. With feathery strokes, he let his nimble fingers pull at her lower lip, slightly parting them while reveling in the sensation of the wetness within.

 

Those lips of hers. They are so….. so delicate and smooth. Sesshoumaru could not help to wonder yet again how it would feel like to brush them with his own. Unknowingly even to himself, his lips had lurched closer to hers, so close in fact, that he felt her breathe seductively into his mouth.

 

No. As eager as he was to taste her, his enormous sense of morality would not allow him to behave in such…. such a scandalous manner, no different from a perverted lecher of the lowest class.

 

Saving her so heroically at the meadow, and then, taking her when she's still unconscious?!? What was he thinking?!? Sesshoumaru wished not to give further endeavours in such thoughts. He would have much preferred that the girl had willingly allowed him to kiss her, especially it being her first. A strange tingling delight surfaced from within him at that mere thought.

 

He was the first to have gazed upon her naked form, the first to touch her ( in more intimate areas ), perhaps the first to kiss her and maybe…. Maybe even the first to make love to her. Sesshoumaru felt his breath hitched as his heart rate shot up, sending another throbbing heat down to his inner thighs.

 

He cannot, Sesshoumaru decided, swallowing hard to stop his raging hormones. This was certainly not the most appropriate time for such, especially when the girl had just shown a mere hint of recovering from her little dicey encounter with the wind witch.

 

There was just simply too much at hand now, too many questions and doubts left unanswered, unsolved. Why did Kagura do what she did to Rin? What was the girl to him, to his life, in his heart? What does the future hold for him and the girl, and this unfamiliar emotion stirring up in him? Lastly, the girl's last self-depreciating words before she fainted did not slip his mind. She had seemed distant, almost displeased by his uncalled-for intervention in arriving to her aid.

 

Sesshoumaru moved his lips away from hers to instead press a soft tender kiss on her forehead. He had to speak to her again, perhaps when dawn breaks, after she had awakened, he mused as he tightened his arms possessively round her frame. But for now, he wished just to enjoy this quiet moment, letting the sensuous warmth of her body mingle with his. His amber eyes drifted closed, letting sleep take him, being equally exhausted from the day's many unexpected happenings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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