InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Teaching Him ( Chapter 54 )

Title: Teaching Him

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Sensei

Place Earned: none

Genre: Romance, Hentai

Universe: Canon post-manga

Rating: R

Word count: 722

Warnings: sexual content

 

 

**Warning: this story contains sexual content. Adults only, please**

 

 

Teaching Him

 

Finally we are alone. The well-wishers have all departed, leaving just me and my new husband, as we journey to our private quarters to solidify our bond with the physical act of joining. At least, I know that is how he sees it. This is supposed to be one of the best nights of my life, according to Kagome-sama, but I am nervous, and it isn't just because I have never done this before. My husband is removing his clothes now in so businesslike a manner that I fear our first time may be nothing like all my dreams and fantasies.

 

“Wait, Sesshoumaru-sama,” I plead, moving to him and stilling his hands.

 

“What is wrong, Rin?” he asks, genuinely confused. I realize several things in that moment. My husband is a youkai, and though he cares for me deeply, he does not feel “love” in the human sense of the word. I have known this all along, and I accept it, much as he accepts a woman who by her nature feels these emotions which he would previously have termed useless. What I did not consider was how this would affect our carnal relations. I know there will be passion, but the love I long for may be largely absent. Just as love is exclusive to humans, so is making love. What gives me courage is my husband's strong desire to please me, to make me happy. I know he will be a willing student; I shall just have to teach him.

 

Standing up on my toes, I press my lips to his. He is familiar with this act; we have kissed before. But I always thought there was something missing from our kisses, and now I realize the problem. Kissing is also a human custom, and my husband was never taught how to do it properly. I myself claim to be no expert, but we shall learn together. A move of my lips brings a reciprocal move of his, and I can tell he is intrigued. He presses down against me, though our kiss barely strays beyond chaste. I believe I can remedy that.

 

My hands slip down to his sides, and though they are shaking slightly, my fingers nimbly undo the ties to his robes. Finally I reach up and slide them off his shoulders, allowing my hands to trail seductively across his chest. As Kagome-sama told me, the simplest things can feel wonderful, and Sesshoumaru's small gasp confirms that observation. Emboldened by my new role as sensei, I take advantage and slip my tongue past his lips.

 

His reaction is a low growl, and for a moment I think I have made a mistake, until his tongue rises to tangle with mine. We quickly discover that there is far more to kissing than either of us ever suspected, and we spend a seemingly interminable amount of time remedying our ignorance. By the time we break apart for the final time, I am completely breathless, and even my youkai husband is panting. My eyes are closed when I feel his fingers at my waist, fiddling with the ties to my robes, and I smile. This is much more like what I imagined.

 

It only gets better, as one by one each article of our clothing finds its way to the floor. We touch and are touched, reverentially at first and then with a growing sense of passion as our bodies react and silently beg for more. We somehow wind up on the futon, he on top of me holding me open, his hand working fervently between my legs. Now it is I who is the student, learning a small portion of the heights of ecstasy my body can reach. Finally he pulls away, raising his hand to his lips; my eyes widen to see him sample my essence. His grin is almost predatory, his youkai nature shining through. This time, it doesn't bother me in the slightest.

 

His smile fades, and his expression shifts to a silent request for permission. I nod, pleasantly surprised by what else I see, a hint of an emotion that I thought was entirely human. He gently prods at my entrance, leaning forward to kiss me again as our bodies become one. Perhaps my husband is more like a human than either of us realized.