InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Art of Tea - ON HOLD ❯ The Art of Tea - Chapter 13B - Butterfly Lovers ( Chapter 16 )

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Sexual content: You have been warned.

 

Namaste

 

By: ElegantPaws

 

Edited by: Meara the Celt

 

Chapter Thirteen B is dedicated to Elle6778. Simple as that, no preamble necessary…I forget nothing of significance, good, bad or indifferent ~wink~.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

~ “Tea is a cup of life.” ~

 

- Author Unknown -

 

Chapter 13B - The Butterfly Lovers

 

There was nothing in the way of luxury about her flat on the surface. What it did afford was privacy in this nondescript building surrounded by tenements. Few would, or could, withstand the climb of the sixth floor walk up. It was a ready workout on rainy days.

 

A place for everything and everything in its place; that had always been Sango's motto.

 

It was perfect.

 

The coach took the stairs two at a time and headed for the dark, chipped door in the narrow hallway. She kicked off her boots automatically, then neatened them, adjusting both on the mat before placing the keys in the sundry locks with a sigh.

 

Deadbolt secured, she was home.

 

As the studio was small and relatively cheap, she had splurged in its sparse furnishings, which included a rollaway sectional of suede the color of coral.

 

The walls were oatmeal, a striking contrast to the cool, lacquered floor beneath her feet in onyx. She had done it with the help of Kagome.

 

Placing her keys on the hook by the door, she padded into the kitchenette and opened the fridge. Not very inspiring: an egg in a bowl, milk of suspect age, a casserole half eaten (a care package from Mrs. Lee) and two beers.

 

She took one and opened it, placing the bottle to her head before taking a sip. It was a welcomed cool to the sudden heat of the afternoon.

 

Light streamed through the large triptych window with its view of the river. A view, that is, if you craned your neck to the left and squinted on a very clear day. It didn't much matter; this was sanctuary. No one ever came here, aside from Kagome.

 

Bare feet padded across the cool, floor as she threw her jacket over the dark, leather recliner and headed toward the antique gilt armoire. It had been a bitch to move, but was her most prized possession.

 

At first glance, the panels in the armoire's doors looked to be a typically idealized Japanese garden vista. On closer inspection, however, the delicate brush strokes hid a mosaic of golden butterflies alighting in verdant trees that overlooked a majestic pond.

 

Rain or shine their fragile beauty calmed the coach and she was forever grateful for this gift from the Higurashi household. Oh, it had taken some insistence on Kagome's part for her to take it after her grandfather's passage, claiming it did nothing but added to the clutter of her home. Sango suspected otherwise. Her best friend was nothing if not observant, but that never did explain the note, which she had kept.

 

From childhood, whenever Sango had visited the sitting room for tea, her eyes had always travelled to this rare piece with awe. She had never seen something so beautiful and many a time the Guji had watched her rapture silently.

 

Sango only agreed to take the gift when Kagome handed her the note taped under a panel in its interior.

 

`Cherish it. Fill it with your dreams, little butterfly.'

 

Placing the beer on the one of two coasters in her possession, Sango opened the doors reverently, revealing her secret passion as she sat on the floor. She pressed the remote and the quiet dusky sounds of an alto sax filled the room with “Someone to Watch Over Me,” a single tear touching her cheek as she closed her eyes. She was transported to a different place and time of her own making.

 

Dinner would be Chinese take out, post shower and a nap.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Timing was everything, the Taiyoukai reminded himself as he gently lowered the female to the stone steps that overlooked the strolling ponds garden and his private quarters.

 

Kagome righted her clothing and smoothed her jeans self-consciously, looking up with amusement and a faint blush at the western lord, whose gaze was focused on her mouth.

 

He had no doubt that whatever would come from those luscious lips would offend his well-honed sensibilities and so preemptively glowered to forestall anything she might say.

 

This made the female smile even more broadly as she pointed and blinked rapidly, her eyes tearing from the effort of not laughing out loud as she slapped the other hand over her mouth and turned away from him.

 

Kagome raced up the stairs toward the deck, giggling in her flight.

 

At first Sesshoumaru blinked in puzzlement at her odd behavior, but it was par for the course. Confusion not withstanding, the mesmerizing sight of long denim-clad legs and a firm, well-rounded backside swaying enticingly in his line of vision soon changed all that.

 

Adrenalin coursed through his body as his muscles tensed in anticipation of pursuit. His eyes becoming mere predatory slits, determined as he was to bring his prey to ground and under him with all due alacrity.

 

`She is begging to be mounted by this Sesshoumaru.'

 

In the blink of an eye Kagome (for the second time that day) found herself on her back. Sesshoumaru had taken the brunt of the fall before rolling her over to inspect his quarry.

 

The dark-haired woman narrowed honey-brown eyes at the long, sleek male setting fire to her nerve endings. He looked far too pleased with himself for her liking and she was determined to take that self-satisfied smirk off his handsome face.

 

Her eyes lowered to his jaw with an impish smirk.

 

“You've got butter on your chin, Mister Taishou,” Kagome said pleasantly, batting her long sooty lashes up at the befuddled male. Gently she removed the dust with the pad of a single finger's tip and held it up for his inspection.

 

Amber studied the little pale digit then lazily glided over her face, lost in thought.

 

Kagome chuckled nervously and blushed, refusing to meet Sesshoumaru's unflinching stare. It was far easier to look at the sky above; it held no complications. She breathed out and closed her eyes. Looking at him was far too intimate for what she had to say.

 

“I don't even think it's your cologne. It's you,” she said absently, twining a long strand of silver silk through her fingers meditatively with a slightly furrowed brow.

Warm lips brushed her forehead as he settled possessively over her form and brushed his cheek to her own, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke.

 

“Look at me, Kagome. Speak to this Sesshoumaru,” was the quietly intimate command.

 

A finger brought her chin around and though his expression remained immobile, the rigidity of his countenance did not meet his eyes.

 

His tone of voice caught her off guard, causing Kagome to gaze without guile into warm pools of sunlight before looking away hurriedly. She needed to think and she could not. She was sure she would drown in those deep pools of amber light.

 

Kagome chuckled nervously as the large body atop hers shifted and Sesshoumaru moved effortlessly back to a crouched position, both hands extended to her, simply waiting.

 

She took them and found her own hand engulfed in his warm, assured grasp, and they rose together.

 

“I suppose it is kind of late in the game to admit stuff, but I've never actually…you know.” Kagome shrugged shyly.

 

The dark-haired woman attempted to look everywhere but at the man standing in front of her with the blank expression and the minor knowing twitch to his upper lip, the only evidence he had heard her confession.

 

“If you laugh at me, I swear…” the petite woman mumbled under her breath self-consciously.

 

He released her hands and stepped back, turning his attention to the garden before them as though she hadn't spoken.

 

“This Sesshoumaru has attempted to duplicate, wherever possible, the gardens of my family's shiro which no longer exists. The ferns, the mosses, the shrubbery are all natives of our land. Even the koi.”

 

Sesshoumaru held an arm out beckoning Kagome to come forward and observe.

 

“If you follow the shallow streams that meander through this property you will find that moonbridge you spoke about, which takes you to the Wisteria Arbor, your grandfather's idea. At its center lay three pagodas, older than you can imagine, Miss Higurashi. They originally came from Dali, near the now Tibetan border.”

 

Kagome brightened instantly, looking up at the patrician being in sudden understanding. He had a funny way of telling you when you were right.

 

“I was right.”

 

Sesshoumaru gave Kagome a sidelong glance. “That is neither here nor there, Miss Higurashi. You will listen attentively to this Sesshoumaru who is not overly fond of repeating himself.”

 

She rolled her eyes with exaggeration and came closer to the tall, lithe male, tentatively placing a hand about his waist before leaning into his shoulder and sighing, breathing him in.

 

“Do continue, Mister Taishou. I was not aware you and Grandfather conspired to recreate something so beautiful and ancient in myth.”

 

He could not put his finger on it exactly, but of this he was sure. She was up to something and her appeasing, docile tone did nothing to reassure him. Kagome was not by nature docile.

 

“There is quite a bit you don't know,” Sesshoumaru added.

 

Kagome looked up into cold citrine. “Like where you keep the portrait?” she snickered.

 

“Shall I tell you the tale of this garden's origins then, or will you insist on continuing to interrupt? It is a failing of yours. See about correcting it, Miss Higurashi. It is most unbecoming in a female.”

 

Sesshoumaru blinked dispassionately at the small, curvy female by his side.

 

Kagome made a zipping motion with her hand and beamed up at him with what he gathered was a placating smile.

 

He shivered beneath her touch. Her long fingers had begun to make small tentative circular motions in the small of his back.

 

`What was the damn woman up to now?'

 

The Taiyoukai bit, despite his best efforts. Curiosity had won out as he looked back into limpid brown pools that threatened to drink him in.

 

“Of what portrait do you speak, Miss Hirgurashi?'

 

Slow was the beautiful smile that enveloped the petite woman face as she really looked at him, a finger beckoning the white prince forward in order that she could cup his face reverently and whispered:

 

“Have you never read Dorian Gray?”

 

Sesshoumaru's brow quirked as he gazed in veiled amusement.

 

“You have questionable reading tastes, Miss Higurashi.”

 

Her eyes and fingers traced the outline of his lower jaw, equally slowly touching his parted lips as she bit her own, her lids at half-mast.

 

“Did you know, Sesshoumaru, that in many cultures beyond our own, the butterfly is symbolic of rebirth?” whispered Kagome. She hesitantly brushed her lips against his in invitation. Sighing audibly, his firm hands grasped her waist and pulled her into his body irrevocably.

 

She knew then there was no turning back, for better or worse, as moisture pooled within her loins. The nerves of her spine tingled as she felt the heat of his hardened length against her thigh.

 

As grandfather had always taught her life was for living, and in their shared breath she had found a new aspect of life, a decadently pleasurable one.

 

Gilt-winged sentinels alighted in the gardens trees, uncaring of the two figures who moved as one atop the deck, slowly backing their way to the open shoji that lead to the taiyoukai's bedroom.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Miroku stretched languidly, finally finished.

 

He missed his condo, though they would be finished soon. What he missed most was his collection.

 

On moody days such as this, there was nothing more pleasurable than a stiff drink and the slow, soulful wail of a saxophone speaking of unrequited love.

 

The lawyer knew he wouldn't be missed this afternoon as he scanned the orderly folders with their paperwork awaiting Sesshoumaru's signature.

 

He would leave a note and pick up some Chinese and though in chaos, he would have it in his home. There was a new place he wanted to try anyway. Perhaps not in the best of neighborhoods, but what they did with Peking duck was a sin.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Butterfly kisses to her lids made Kagome smile shyly into aroused gold as they both kneeled on the expansive bed facing each other in silent want, shirts long discarded.

 

For the first time she noted the myriad shades of amber that composed the taiyoukai's irises and raised her hands to his face, cupping it gently, placing a single chaste kiss on his lips.

 

Sesshoumaru had never seen such reverence in another's face directed at him. In all his many years on earth, he had seen respect, blinding fear and hatred, but never this. It was soft, yet feral and passionate and all encompassing. His chest tightened painfully at the implicit trust he saw there.

 

“You are gorgeous,” she murmured against his cheek with a feather light kiss as she began to trace the ink of his collarbones. She shivered when his warm breath tickled the skin of her neck, and the scent his silken mane caused her to close her eyes and arch into what she realized must be a peccadillo of his. He had a thing for her neck.

 

A sultry chuckle bubbled up from her throat as she imagined the hot summer months ahead where she would have to wear a turtleneck.

 

Deft fingers released the clasp of her bra while her arms sought purchase about his lean waist, unbuckling his belt.

 

A soft gasp escaped her lips at the sensual feel of his skin, taut muscles rippling below her fingers as he lowered her to cool sheets, cradling her neck in a roughened palm.

 

It was a testament to Sesshoumaru's dexterity and speed that her jeans became a distant memory, revealing to his eyes long, shapely legs and soft, moist down between her thighs.

 

His cock twitched at the sight. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes. He needed to maintain some semblance of control. Hardened nipples grazed his broad well-muscled chest, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the taiyoukai that reverberated through his entirety as he kissed her deep and long.

 

Kagome practically purred as he settled between her thighs, making her fully aware of his coiled need beneath thick denim. The rough feel against her mound caused her to moan as their tongues battled and he pressed firmly into her, beginning to rock his hips seductively.

 

The feel of his rigid length against her engorged clit was sinful and she found herself responding to the rhythm he was teaching by osmosis, a rhythm as old as time. Strong, supple legs tried to keep him there by wrapping themselves about his hips as she moved beneath him, following the pace he set.

 

Sesshoumaru broke the kiss, long silver lashes fanning her cheek.

 

“Patience, Kagome,” he whispered in her ear, nipping the small lobe. One arm caressed a thigh and forcibly unlocked her feet from around his waist, licking a wet trail over each breast, avoiding her nipples.

 

Her little growl of frustration was noted with a rich, deep purr, as pinked eyes opened and looked at her with mischief, before closing again and returning to his pleasurable task.

 

She could feel the smile on his lips as he began to suckle one nipple expertly, long arms holding her wrists to the bed for good measure. He had such plans.

 

Kagome moaned in blissful frustration, closing her eyes tightly, lost in the feel of his tongue lathing the now sore right nipple.

 

Always thorough in all his pursuits, Sesshoumaru proceeded to offer the services of his expert tongue and lips to her neglected left.

 

“Oh Kami…don't stop,” she pleaded, wriggling her hands in futility and arching into his mouth, as firm thighs spread her legs further apart, releasing her scent to the air.

 

Kagome's inner walls clenched painfully in need of him, moisture pooling beneath her, dampening the sheets.

 

Sesshoumaru released her nipple and continued to lick and nip a wet trail down her stomach, inhaling deeply of her pleasing feminine musk.

 

The taiyoukai felt the muscles of her stomach tense below his lips. She still held mild trepidation about the act.

 

He released her wrists, rough palms following the curve of her waist and gliding to her hips.

 

Small hands grasped his head instantly. Insistent fingers grazed the back of his skull as she called his name aloud in question.

 

Too far gone, Sesshoumaru could not risk meeting her eyes now as he continued to press hot kisses to the curve of each of her hip bones. Slowly he raised her long legs over broad shoulders before licking her inner thighs clean, savouring her taste on his tongue.

 

Every fiber in his body entrained to the scent of her musk, the soft feel of her hot flesh beneath his lips, and the sight of glistening feminine flesh before his eyes made his mouth water anew.

 

Oh he wanted … desperately.

 

He wanted to impale her with his manhood and lay claim to her maidenhead. He wanted to feel the heat and suction of her moist walls envelop him, barely containing his girth as they road out their passion.

 

But this was for her.

 

There would be time enough to indulge once he had pleasured her thoroughly in preparation.

 

And so, for the first time in Sesshoumaru's long life, he made an unselfish choice and lowered his head to her fragrant mound and lapped the delicate flesh of her womanhood, drinking in her succulent nectar, preparing her for the night to come.

 

Kagome was lost, blissfully so.

 

Her eyes glazed over as a rough tongue impaled her painfully slowly and repeatedly, causing her inner walls to tremble with its teasing retreat from her depths. Each welcomed return of his tongue going deeper as her walls conceded to the delectable intrusion.

 

Her body convulsed in pleasure and her nails dug into his shoulders.

 

Sesshoumaru did his best to ignore the succulent tightness imprisoning his tongue. It didn't help to feast his eyes on the vision before him as her face contorted in pleasure. Her breasts were heaving with each little mewl and intake of breath as she licked her lips.

 

It simply would not do for him to come like a whelp, new in all things carnal, by her soft cries alone.

 

He closed his eyes in an attempt to regain control as his tongue coiled around her throbbing clit and he sucked the swollen nub reverently.

 

It could only be her imagination that the male making a meal of her most intimate of spaces had the face and markings of the angelic being she had seen all those many years ago.

 

Blood-red eyes locked with hers in that moment and elegantly-clawed fingers held her thighs firmly while a tongue with a length and speed suddenly entirely inhuman to her lust addled brain proceeded to fuck her so deeply, and so exquisitely forcefully sending her straight into an erotic purgatory or heaven, depending on one's perspective.

 

Kagome, in that moment of realization, took the easier of two options her brain offered and fainted.

 

Author's Note

 

At least…they are well on their way…there is the evening ahead to look forward to. Sesshy has some 'splainin to do.

 

Namaste

 

EP