InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ To Remember ( Chapter 5 )

To Remember

 

 

His hand slipped across her stomach in a caress so soft and tender that Kagome shivered again, not from cold this time but from the heat that he caused to spread through her. She drew in a breath, holding it to prolong the sensation, but it was to no avail. She moaned softly as his hand continued to move, dazedly realizing that he was touching skin that should have been covered by her small cotton sleeping top.

 

Her skin tingled as his claws just barely scraped against it, sending jolts of pure pleasure dancing across her flesh. First up her left side, then, after he had carefully and gently traced over the rise of her chest, he moved to repeat the motion down her right side. Watching him was mesmerizing, his hand as it ghosted over her skin, the sharp edge of his claws, so very deadly, but used with such precision and care that he brought no pain, only the soft, shivering pleasure that made her forget to breathe.

 

So caught up in watching the motions of his hand, she was startled when suddenly her top fell away completely. Gasping, a part of her still finding a way to be modest even when she had been so driven, she lifted her arms to try and cover her now bare breasts.

 

Standing behind her, seeing every inch of her skin as it was revealed to him little by little, Sesshomaru growled deeply when the sight of her lush bosom was denied him. Her body trembled against his in response to his unspoken demand, and though with her limbs shaking in nervousness, she relented, pulling her arms away from where they cradled her modesty to leave her open to his eyes once more.

 

It was almost painful to deny himself the urge to spin her around and take those supple orbs into his mouth, a grown demon reduced to the impulses of a simpering pup at the mere sight of such endowments. But there would be time for indulgences later, and he forced himself to continue cutting away her ruined clothing, the last material vestiges of her battle.

 

Pulling her trembling body closer to his heat, he smoothed his hand down from the valley between her breasts, pressing against her as she tried to arch her back to lean more firmly against him. Her arching body presenting him with so many of her soft curves to explore, for a moment he found himself wishing he had use of his other hand just to feel more of her skin, to touch more of the treasure she offered so freely to his greed. Because no matter how much of her he could take in, it simply wasn't enough.

 

When he had reached low enough that his fingers brushed against the tender rise above her sex, she moaned deeply, thrusting her hips forwards against his hand to increase the pressure. It was almost his undoing. Feeling the radiating heat from her womanhood, the hot moisture that had soaked through the light fabric of her strange garments, and hearing the whimpering moan that slipped past her lips as she begged for more was nearly enough to break through what little restraint he had left.

 

It seemed like an eternity had passed in painful anticipation. He was so heavily engorged that with every beat of his heart the pulsing pressure against his most sensitive regions had him growling in carnal need. And to feel her need as well, to hear it in her voice; it was unthinkable that he hold himself back, that he not take to her unspoken offer to fill her, to quench her thirst and his own.

 

Why it was so important that he give her this, he did not know. Only that it was. It was sacrilege, against everything he had ever believed in; but it was for her. A measure of faith, a token of his gratitude, something which she could take with her after this night, something he could as well. A memory beyond the fire that had drawn them together, something real apart from the mindless burn and driving heat. Because no matter how much he was sacrificing for this time with her, he knew, deep down, how much she was sacrificing as well.

 

So he could look past his need, look past the raging fires, find that clarity to continue, to give her this moment. But still, no matter how much he would rationalize his actions in his clouded mind, no matter how much he could see that it was for her; somewhere too he knew that it was as much for himself.

 

Because she was worthy. Because she had fought valiantly, proving her strength of will and of character. And because she was more, because she had shown compassion when she did not have to, because she had shown mercy where others would not. Even unknowing of his eyes watching her every move, still she had shown him more than she would ever know.

 

Ripped away from his tender motions against her by a sudden jolt of searing energy tearing against his power stores snapped his senses back to complete focus in an instant. Anger surged through him in the savage burn that was ignited in the wake; and he snarled, his arm wrapping around the little bitch in an iron hold and pulling her roughly against him to still her movements. Her startled cry reached his ears, but he would not listen.

 

“What is it you think you are doing, miko?”

 

His voice was like daggers cutting through her, and Kagome froze in fright. She didn't understand his sudden hostility. She hadn't done anything, hadn't been able to. His touch had her lost, his gentle motions so completely enthralling she could think to do nothing but let him touch her, let her body respond to his caress as it would, give herself over to the all consuming heat.

 

“Sesshomaru, please.” Her voice was strained, lost somewhere in the confusion between the fire in her body and the ice in his tone. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

She wasn't struggling, wasn't trying to get away from his accusations; and Sesshomaru realized that she had spoken the truth. She hadn't known what she was doing. Though a willful act, it had been made subconsciously. The pain was fading now, the searing burn against his left arm dulling to a soft tingling left against his senses. But there had been focus in her attack against him, purpose. He knew it unquestionably.

 

Forcing himself to pull back from his anger, he allowed his grip on her to loosen again. “What were you thinking just now?”

 

“What I was thinking?” Kagome face scrunched up in confusion. Surely he didn't want her to tell him that she had thought for a moment there he was going to kill her. That was seriously uncouth. And if he got off on that sort of sadistic imagery, then she was certainly not about to provide him with the satisfaction. Shaking her head firmly in the negative, she refused to give him an answer.

 

How she managed to annoy him even when he was so completely engaged by the fires of lust was something of a mystery. However, her refusal to answer did just that. Her posture combined with the hard edge in her scent and the sharpening of the currents of power flowing around her spoke to his senses of her indignation, and it was beyond aggravating.

 

For a brief moment, he lost sight of his goal, was brought back to the disturbing reality of the situation. It was not at all appreciated. At least when his mind was clouded with visions of red he had an excuse for his actions, but having such clarity only served to remind him all over again of how absolutely depraved this whole situation was.

 

He released her, taking a step back from everything. This was wrong. He knew it. He didn't want her. He didn't want anything to do with her. She was human, and he despised humans. She was beneath him. Why would he sully himself in this way? Why would he lower himself, disgrace himself as his father had all those years ago? He had hated him for it; done everything he could to wipe the disgrace from history. And yet here he was, committing the same sins that had led to his father's downfall.

 

“Sesshomaru?”

 

He heard the miko's voice, but he refused to listen, refused to even look at her. He stepped back again, fighting with himself, trying to escape her scent that threatened to steal over his judgment yet again. There was a part of him that wanted to just end it right in that moment, to take her life so she couldn't trap him any further under her spell. But he couldn't. Honor bound him. He had brought her here. It was his actions that had stolen over her own hesitations. This was his doing. His own doing.

 

So distracted by his destructive thoughts, Sesshomaru was startled when he felt her hand settle lightly against his chest. His eyes snapped open, a terrible burn of crimson fury; but Kagome held herself steady before him. Her eyes were glossy as she looked up at him, the sapphire blues made even more beautiful by the firelight reflecting within them.

 

“Did I do something wrong?”

 

It was only a whisper, but in it he could still hear the soft deviation as her voice wavered in confusion and hurt.

 

When he didn't answer, she released a soft, shaky breath. “I was…afraid,” she told him hesitantly, her eyes dropping away from his to try and hide her reactions to being forced to tell him such things. “I thought you were going to hurt me.”

 

Her forced confession gave him new understanding, and, slowly, being so close to the soft currents of her power and falling again into her captivating scent, his agitation began to dispel, his destructive thoughts soothed over by the trembling of her voice. It was no wonder she didn't want to tell him such things. She was too strong, had too much pride; and that he understood all too well. Bringing his hand up to his chest, he set it atop of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

 

“No.” His voice had softened, no longer hard with resentment or cold with fury. Guiding her hand to move with his, he brought it to rest against his left shoulder. “Here, Kagome. You were attacking me, your powers forcing mine to respond very specifically. You would heal me against my wishes.”

 

She was so undisciplined, her emotions flittering across her features as plainly as they tumbled through her scent. Surprise, confusion, apprehension, and timid uncertainty; he could see it all in her wide eyes of crystal blues and the soft trembling of her lower lip just before she pulled it between her teeth to bite back on her answer.

 

“I…” She stuttered, but she didn't really have an answer to that. She hadn't even known she was capable of doing something like that. She looked up to him then, asking silently what it was he wanted from her now. But when she met his eyes, when she saw no anger there but only a strange clash of amber tides in the golden oceans that spoke of confusion, she finally realized why he had asked the question he did. Drawing in a short breath, she quickly looked away again, her cheeks flushing scarlet in embarrassment and shame. “I'm sorry.”

 

“It is of little consequence,” he told her slowly. Her reaction had told him all he needed to know about what she had been thinking. She had obviously been thinking of having his hands on her body, both of his hands. Having thought the very same thing, he could hardly find reason enough to distance her for that. Besides, with his anger having faded away with her tender touch and the soft heat of her reaching his senses once more, he was steadily loosing the will to fight against her. Such power she had over him. Never had he experienced such a thing before, and it was addictive in its sinful pull.

 

Reaching out to her, he placed his fingers gently below her jaw line, applying the slightest pressure to lift her gaze to his again. With only mild reluctance, she complied. He wouldn't apologize, wouldn't give her any words of comfort; but he would look past this, asking her to do the same as he leaned in to her to taste her lips once more.

 

When his lips touched to hers, Kagome was washed with such a strong wave of relief that she could have cried. In that moment when he had pulled away from her she feared that everything had been lost, and she just couldn't accept it. The realization was painful, almost physical as her body whimpered in protest of being robbed of his warmth and the throb of her need filled her with impossible urgency. There was no turning back for her; she had lost herself to the feelings and sensations that only he could bring to her, and it was unthinkable that she had lost it all before she had even breached the surface of understanding.

 

Without thought, she lifted her arms to wind around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel him with her, the heat of his strong body soothing against the cold burn of her own. She whimpered helplessly when he responded by pushing past her lips with his tongue, allowing her a taste of the forbidden poison that would steal away her very soul. Her tongue battled past his in search of her prize, and he was just as greedy, his mouth hard against hers but so impossibly irresistible.

 

By force of will alone did Sesshomaru manage to pull away from her heavenly taste. It was too much, too exquisitely distracting. Her tiny whimper of loss did not help at all, as he was compelled beyond reason to give in to that soft sound of absolute need. But he wouldn't, he told himself. He couldn't.

 

“Turn around,” he whispered his order to her against her lips, his own still yearning for another taste but held back by his desire to see this through properly. Again she whimpered, her lips trembling in an attempt to pull him into her passion once more; but he couldn't heed it. Using careful pressure, he pushed her away and guided her to turn. But he would not let her go. His arm stayed wrapped securely around her, pulling her back against his chest the moment she had turned completely.

 

Leaning into the soft curve of her neck, he breathed in deeply of her scent, trying to find clarity amidst the fog settled upon his mind. His hand tracked lightly over her skin, but he was mindful of it, all too aware that denying his urges was wreaking havoc on his body and that his hand was not nearly as steady as he needed it to be. Only when she released a long sigh and relaxed against him was his tension eased away enough that he could take focus again on what he had been doing.

 

More deliberate now, more urgency behind the motions, he pulled his claws through the soft material covering her lower half. The finality of the action had Kagome shivering, but from anxiety or anticipation she didn't know. Behind her, she could feel the vibrations shaking through his chest growing in intensity; and she knew he was feeling it as well.

 

But rather than taking advantage of her body once it was bared to him, he quickly shifted against her, drawing the soft silk of the kimono he had draped over her closed to cover her. It floated across her skin, so light and soft; she had never worn a garment of such exquisite texture. Though a simple white, not made of the extravagant designs so often worn by the women of these times, it was still remarkable in its cut and flow and the way it seemed to mould to her body.

 

Almost absently, her hands came up to stroke against the soft fabric, and she recalled what he had told her regarding its purpose. “It'll be ruined,” she whispered in awful realization. The thought of having this fine silk destroyed, its softness made hard by the water, was simply terrible.

 

“It matters not,” Sesshomaru replied. Moving around to her front, he lifted his hand to her shoulder, running his fingers carefully along the silk, applying only enough pressure to cause the beautiful white to be marred with a terrible streak of red as the blood that had settled against her skin was soaked into the fabric.

 

Kagome gasped in shock, a forgotten pain tearing through her heightened senses. She tried to pull back from him, but he would not let her escape. His arm wrapped quickly around her waist and drew her close one more.

 

“You obtained these wounds in a battle of my making,” he said to her quietly. “Allow me to be the one to cleanse them.”

 

Her features drawing tight in confusion, Kagome struggled to find words. “You…want to clean my wounds?” It just seemed so impossible, so surreal. She watched him nod slowly in affirmation, but it only served to confuse her more. “Why?”

 

A difficult question, one he wasn't entirely sure he had an answer for. But he was honor bound to answer her questions now; that was the whole point of giving her this time. Pain cleared the mind, brought focus when there seemed to be none. In treating her wounds, no matter how gentle he could be, still her pain would bring her clarity of thought, and time for which her questions could be voiced.

 

In answer, he leaned into her again, taking her lips with his own. Every time he tasted her, it became more and more difficult to fight back his urges. It was hunger that she would feel in his kiss, need that his body conveyed as it pressed of its own accord against her inviting curves, and in the fire of his spirit which burned around him and ignited her senses there was the inescapable heat of his desire. He was driven by these things, for these things he would take her despite every protest and every warning that screamed in his rational mind. But it was not for these things that he would take such care with her, and not for these things that he would forsake such an ancient tradition.

 

“To remember,” he said when he finally pulled back from her sweet lips. His eyes found hers, piercing gold meeting with sparkling sapphire, and he knew without a doubt that it was for this he would forsake everything. “So that in my memory, you shall never be faceless.”

 

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Lemons are addictive. I was supposed to be writing SotF, but I had this thought that I could just type out this chapter real quick and then do it…yeah, that didn't happen. But hey, it's just one chapter closer to that lemon, right? Hehe, I think I'm getting far too fond of drawing out these scenes. I mean, I could have gone right for the gusto, but oh no, I've got to make them work for it (and me too, I suppose). Whatever, it'll all work out in the end.

 

But while I'm speaking of it working out, I had this thought. I was working on this story before I went and broke my hand, but it just wasn't coming out to my satisfaction. Now, I'm not usually one that rewrites things. Actually, it is one of my pet peeves. But I was compelled to do so with this story because I just wanted to get it right. Now though, I'm just going with whatever flow I've got at the moment, and not complaining for fear that it will leave me…again. Still, I thought it might be interesting to see what everyone thinks about the alternate path I ended up taking. So, I'm going to post the tidbits of annoying gibberish that I was playing with a couple of months ago…for shits and giggles, I suppose. I think it will be enlightening. (Unfortunately, I can't post them on FFN because if I did then the alerts for my next chapter would not be given out. Anyone that is curious about my dribbles, and reads this before the next chapter is posted, then you may find them posted with this story on my A Single Spark account).

 

Well then, I guess that's all for tonight. Later days.

 

Shadow