InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Kagura's Kisses ( Chapter 35 )

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Kagura couldn't believe her own two ears. A loud gasp passed her lips as she looked back on his pale beautiful face staring into hers. Emotions she had never even knew she owned passed through her head, for this man had just given her something she had never once owned. Control. Two things really, control and choice.

 

She felt her hands tremble over his sleeves and looked to her right hand, watching the fingers shake back and forth. Her deep red eyes blinked uncontrollably and she tried to steady herself. Gently she pushed into his sleeve to find his arm, but didn't find anything but his torso. “Oh no. I'm sorry.” she apologized, realizing she had forgotten that his arm was gone. The inuyoukai only blinked down at her. She did not know it, but he was astonished at her sudden turn in demeanor.

 

The wind witch continued to move her hand, finding his collar bone and then shoulder. She watched her hand and not his eyes. She just couldn't bring herself to look at them yet again. Finding his jawbone, she held it almost tenderly and drew him down for another kiss. A quiet, sweet kiss. A kiss like dear friends or little butterflies. She closed her eyes and felt the warm softness of them. They were not harsh and unyielding like Naroku's. They were not cold and mean.

 

Sesshoumaru had never removed his one good hand from the back of her head and let it trail down her back to a more respectable position across her shoulder blades. The woman in his arm was inching closer and closer to him, but almost cautiously like a scared kitten or little fawn. What happened to the haughty and powerful wind woman who could fight and survive Inuyasha? Curious. Very curious indeed.

 

“Would you take off this armor?” she asked, not liking it against her at all. Sesshoumaru pulled the sash, letting it fall, then unlaced one shoulder strap and then the other by pulling on the ties. Then came the harder part, unlacing the body of the do. The straps were at his sides, and getting to the one was easy, but getting to the other was not. She seemed to understand without a word and untied it for him, removing it herself and setting it to the side.

 

Once that was over, she stepped up to him closely and kissed him again in a most chaste manner. She laid her head on his chest and melted against him. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She did not want sex it seemed. Only to be held and respected.

 

“Do I please you?” he asked her after a time and she only nodded, cuddling in ever tighter to his chest and putting her arms more around him. “May we sit?” he asked, thinking her legs surely were tired. If he was going to endure this embracing thing, he would like to relax while doing it. After a nod from her, he led to a spot under a great tree where he sat down first and held out his arm. He would allow her to arrange herself as she so chose.

 

Kagura at first sat on the ground and leaned into him, but then crawled up into his lap like Rin was known to do and put her arms around him. She planted little kisses on his neck and ran her fingers though his hair. Sesshoumaru curled Mokomoko-sama around her, drawing her tight up against him and she started playing with it like Rin would. He closed his eyes and started ignoring her.

 

“I don't want to go back,” she whispered. “I could stay here forever.”

 

“Then don't” he answered, thinking that this sudden fragile side of her did not deserve the hell she must live in every day with Naroku as her master. Slaves could run away, and surely a woman like her could find a way to leave.

 

“I can't Sesshoumaru. I am made from him. He owns me just as you own this mantle. It does your bidding. I must do his.”

 

“Should I chose, I could leave it at home and it could run to another. I could never see it again.”

 

“I cannot run away. With a single word I would be totally and utterly destroyed.” Kagura turned her face into his chest even tighter. “I am but a temporary thing.”

 

There was nothing he could say to that. Her predicament was clear. She was a poppet creature, a formed body with a created spirit but no soul at all. She had grown a heart, but it would die the moment Naroku's whims decided upon it. Kagura was tragic. She was created lower than a human yet stronger than one.

 

It warmed his heart. Poked at it with a sharp stick. Why should a beautiful woman like her be doomed to such a horrific existence. Damn he was turning into such the sucker, and he knew it. Rin started it, Akane fed it, now this little bird was singing to it, calling out to it even more. “I have asked you what I can do to pleasure you. Is this all you require?” he asked, becoming uncomfortable at their quiet intimacy. Making her come violently without emotion would have been much better than this.

 

“Pretend that you love me,” she said, once again wrapping his cheeks in her hands and giving him those little pecking kisses. “Just pretend. I want to die feeling like someone cared for me.”

 

Sesshoumaru resigned to it. She knew he would not, could not love her and that satisfied his requirements. Pretending was not the same thing as falling for real. He let loose the tie in her hair and watched her shoulder length hair fall around her neck, then ran his fingers though it. It was like liquid silk, shiny and slick. It had no knots to catch one's fingers on. He pulled it to his nose and sniffed it, forever memorizing her personal scent. It was like soil in the sunshine, warm and ready for planting in the heat of early summer. It was not unpleasant at all and he imagined himself in his dog form, wanting to roll in it. In this moment, she was a beautiful field, waiting for him to play upon it. Sunshine and grass. Dandelions blowing in the breezes, little white seeds scattering around like magical snow.