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Chapter List
- 1-Tryst
- 1
WARNING: NC17. Rated for intense sexual
content, some language, and some violence.

[A/N] So�well then�this is *cough* PURELY SMUT. No plot in
sight. Just nice, slightly rough sex. My excuse for
writing this�.
Insomnia + caffeine + sex on the brain = THIS.
I know tomorrow I�m gonna read
this and be like I posted this?!?! *BLUSH*
But, that�s tomorrow. *smile!*
~Minna, enjoy~

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Tryst
n.
An agreement, as between lovers, to meet at
a certain time and place

[Rin�s POV, first person]
Without a word Sesshoumaru-sama
stands from where he�s been reclining against a tree. He glances in my
direction across the campfire, our eyes meeting in a look of silent
understanding, before he strides off into the night. Being extremely careful
not to disturb the sleeping Jaken�if he wakes, Sesshoumaru-sama will not be pleased�I creep over to Aun and remove a blanket from the saddle bag. Then on
silent, bare feet, I trail after Sesshoumaru-sama.
Outside of the glow of the firelight, it is harder making my way through the
forest, but the faint glimmer of the white of Sesshoumaru-sama�s
form draws me on like a moth to flame. At last, far into the forest, one
particular patch of ground meets with his approval. With a gesture, he
indicates that I should spread the blanket out over the ground.
He doesn�t speak and neither do I. It is an unspoken command
on his part, and an instinctual response on mine. As long as the silence
between us remains unbroken, these moments in time can exist. I know better
than to demand anything more; this, by itself, is more than I�d ever hoped for.
I smooth out the blanket to the exacting specification he
always expects. Rising, I approach him warily, as if he is a wild animal. I
reach out, my hands falling softly to the fastenings of his armor. There is a
glint in his gold eyes, as if in indignation at my touch, but he does not
challenge my right to touch him. He makes no move to help me in removing his
armor, but when movement on his part is necessary to assist me in take it off,
he does it automatically. In this, I am the servant and he the lord, but it
doesn�t bother me to play this role when it�s for Sesshoumaru-sama.
When at last I have laid out the pieces on the blanket and
arranged them to his satisfaction, I rise and slowly back away from him, using
my toes to feel behind me before placing my feet. To the count of fifty steps I
continue onward; as soon as I turn my back the chase begins.
With a smooth motion, I pivot on the ball of my foot and
launch myself into the darkness of the forest. My run is awkward, the fall of
my steps chaotic, my stride broken and uneven as my feet fall where they will.
In this darkness, it is as much luck as it is experience with night vision that
keeps me upright and moving forward. Behind me, I cannot hear even the
slightest sound of pursuit, but with Sesshoumaru-sama,
if I heard anything, then something has gone terribly wrong.
It is not a true chase; I know he could catch me in a matter
of seconds should he so desire, but this is part of our ritual. I put my heart
into it and run, until my heart is
pounding at my temples, until I cannot fill my lungs fast enough with air,
until my entire body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Then, out of nowhere
his arm snakes around my waist, hauling my body against his with a stomach
jerking suddenness. �
For a moment all he does is hold me, and my pants sound
harsh to my own ears as the nearness of his silent presence overwhelms me.
Immediately, my form relaxes, and between my legs, wetness wells out from my
inner core as my body eagerly anticipates what comes next. Excitement makes
butterflies flutter in my abdomen and my head slightly fuzzy. A delicious
shiver of fear snakes its way up my spine straight to my brain.
His hand rises to cover my breast and my head is already
falling back against his chest as I bare the side of my neck�and the jugular
vein there�to his descending fangs. Through the fabric of my kimono, his
fingers have found my nipple. With expert brush and stroke of his fingers, he
coaxes the tip to a hard nubbin. Against the sensitive, tender skin of my
throat, his teeth are sharp, his fangs bright points of pain as the pressure of
his bite increases. His hand leaves my breast only long enough to push my
kimono off my shoulder, then the cool roughness of his sword callused palm is
sliding over the satiny, warm mound of my breast. His finger and thumb close
over the tip of my nipple and give it a hard pull as he sinks his fangs into my
flesh.
There is pain at my neck, pain at my breast, pleasure at his
touch, joy at his attention, love for him that keeps
me pliant and helpless in his embrace. The wild spiral of sensations is enough
to tear a gasp from me and to arch my spine as I thrust my breasts out for his
touch and offer him better access to the vulnerable curve of my neck. Pain
dulls my outer senses, clouding my vision over with spots, fuzzing
out my hearing with static, and takes my awareness of him to a whole new level.
I am dizzy, light headed, and my stomach is tying itself in knots�and he is
driving me further inside myself with each cruel, masterful administration of
his mouth and touch. The pull of his mouth on my neck, where he suckles the
captive flesh there in time to the hard tweaks of his fingers on my nipple, it�s
as if he is feeding from my breast as he feeds from my neck. Blood, my blood,
flows into his mouth with every beat of my heart. The edge of my awareness
begins to tingle as the loss of blood kicks my body into panic mode, and the
pain is suddenly too much to bear. I whimper, a small broken sound, and
immediately his mouth and touch ease. His head lifts, his lips close over the
lobe of my ear and his fingers find the nipple of my other breast. Such gentle
persuasion; where there was such pain. My knees go weak and my legs give out.
It is his arm across my front that keeps me from falling face first on the
ground. He catches my sudden weight, lowering me to my knees as he kneels
behind me. This time, his fingers burrow beneath my kimono, cupping and lightly
squeezing the weight of my other breast, his thumb trailing back and forth over
my erect nipple. His lips wander, teasing the sensitive spot under my ear,
behind my jaw. An explosive shiver rockets up my spine, raising the hairs on my
skin in goose bumps. I grow wetter, the moisture there an open, ripe invitation
I know he soon will take full advantage of.
His hand leaves my breast and he leans back, his hand
splaying over the middle of my back. The pressure there increases, and with
another violent shiver of excited anticipation, I lean forward onto my braced
arms. There is the slight rustle of cloth; but the moment stretches out into
forever as my breath lodges in my chest, as my fingers curl into the dirt, as
shivers dance their way up and down my spine. He lifts and folds my
kimono out of the way, and the night air is cold against that most tender of places; I feel
exposed, vulnerable, and frightened. There is the deep seated fear every time
that he will leave me here, alone and humiliated and on the verge of begging for his touch.
Then there is the nudge of the head of his erection against
my tight opening and then there is no time to breathe, no time to think and he thrusts completely into me with one
powerful, smooth stroke. My body is shuddering in shock and ecstasy; my head is
thrown back and my mouth is open in a silent, strangled scream. There is no
time to recover, no time to do anything but feel
as he drags himself out of me and impales me once again. There is friction as my inner muscles cling to
him as he withdraws and resist as he pushes inside of me. Faster, harder, with
the awe inspiring strength of a demon, he fucks
me with all the desperation and intensity his long years of self denial have
amassed. With each impact a small grunt is torn from my body and I know it will
be days before I can sit, ride, or walk comfortably. Above me he is silent,
tense, and completely focused. The only indication of his exertion is the
shimmer of sweat droplets on his skin. The silver strands of his long hair
trail along the hyper sensitive skin of my back and amid all the other deep,
roiling sensations; it is this one that shatters my control and brings
helpless, overwhelmed tears to my eyes. It is all too much, too much!� I can feel the edges of my awareness of
myself blurring as the haze of pleasure thickens. My consciousness spreads
outward, no longer bound by the confines of my mind. In the very center of my
head, a great coiling knot of building sensation tightens. My breath and heart
beat are labored, as if I�m running a marathon, and I�m soaked in sweat. Tears
fall on the back of my hands like clear pearls, trickling unheeded down my
flushed cheeks. I cry out, overcome with the intensity of my feelings, and my
inner muscles flutter around him; then all breaks loose as the knotted feeling
in my head relaxes and the tidal wave of my climax completely sweep me away.
The inner muscles of my sheath clench, ripple, relax; clench, ripple, relax as
the after shocks tremble through my body.
Above me Sesshoumaru-sama gives a
low, inaudible growl and his motion changes. With short, rough, violent
thrusts, he drives my face into the ground. Cradling my head in my arms, I
brace, knowing what is coming next. Again and again he drives into me,
bordering on brutality. My body shudders, taking everything he has to give,
ripening with new moisture as he plunges deep, deep inside of me at this
sharper angle. I can feel him so far within me, reaching and awakening places I
never knew were there. The heavy, cushioning fog of the pleasure from my climax
recedes like smoke as the sharp, biting claws of the second climax dig into my
being. There is pain; there is pleasure, but I cannot separate where one ends
and the other begins. I am lost; fear turns my stomach and sharpens my
desperate panic to a keen edge. I cannot go on, I cannot endure! I will break!
Then Sesshoumaru-sama�s teeth sink
into the flesh of my shoulder and I shatter under the pressure, under the pain
and pleasure. I cry out, my hands curling into fists, my entire body shaking
badly. Like a blade, my climax slices through me, severing me from the small
part of me that cares. I float free, a deceptively gentle downward dive into
the depths of mind blowing pleasure. Detachedly, I feel him spasm within me;
then there is a hot rush and his teeth sink deep, deep into my shoulder.
Suddenly I hit the proverbial ground and violent pleasure sucks me under,
exploding inside my head and spiraling outward through my being. I can still feel him through the joining of our bodies, can still
feel the way he twitches and shivers with his own pleasure. I tremble, shudder,
and remember how to draw breath into my lungs.
Above me, he is actually breathing hard, and there is a
flush to his cheeks that is most becoming. There is a bit of blood still on the
corner of his mouth and his hand is visibly shaking.
A smile curves my mouth upward and possessive contentment
expands in my chest. I am the only one
who gets to see him like this. These memories, these moments, are mine.
Rin loves you, Sesshoumaru-sama,
I say to him in my mind.
Belatedly, he withdraws from me and straightens his
clothing. Easing myself carefully back to sit up, I adjust my kimono to cover
my lower half and my exposed breast. Already, the glow of the moment, the
intimacy of the act is fading as the slight, over bright gleam of his gold eyes
frosts over with his usual detachment. His expression closes down, and he does
not look at me, as if he is ashamed of what he has just done.
I sit quietly for a bit, knowing it will be a while before I
can walk. During this time, he is silent, standing over me. Protecting me
maybe? Who knows.
When I am ready, I look up, and now at last he looks down at
me. He offers me his hand, and when I take it, he pulls me to my feet with
graceful, effortless strength. My legs are still rubbery; and even though the
ache between my legs fills me with a kind of fierce satisfaction, it is still a
hindrance to forward motion. I have to cling to his arm just to stay upright.
He holds himself steady, his arm slightly away from his body with his elbow
bent so that his lower arm is parallel to the ground. With his help I take one
step and another. And he never rushes me, but waits patiently for me to
continue. Him, my lord Sesshoumaru-sama, he who shows
nothing but impatience and disdain for all others but himself.
At last we reach the blanket with his armor and I let go of
him to sink gratefully to the ground. Gracefully he lowers himself to the
ground to sit beside me. Haltingly, with fumbling fingers and a great deal of
help and patience from Sesshoumaru-sama, I assist him
in donning his armor. I am tired; worn out and pleasantly empty minded, ready
for sleep. I don�t know what he would do if I simply fell asleep before
finishing this last task; so far, I have not found out. That is a worry for
another time, another night.
Purpose completed, I gather the blanket around my shoulders.
I watch as Sesshoumaru-sama settles against a nearby
tree. Toddling over on unsteady legs, I sit with a hard thud beside him. And there it is, a faint smile playing around his
lips. I smile in response, my expression a bit rueful. Afterwards he�s always
in an extremely mellow mood, and his humor at my inability to walk occasionally
shows through.
With long familiarity, I curl myself against his side, my
head on his thigh. I make a few minor adjustments, and then settle in to sleep
with a soft sigh of contentment. And as the last of my consciousness slips
away, I feel his hand come to rest on my head. When my dreams come; they are of
me and my Sesshoumaru-sama.

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[A/N] Yes, yes. I�m working
on Red Strings and Moonlight�s Shadow�s next chapter is under way. But this was
induced by sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose.
Ah yes; to all of you Sess/Rin fans!
Go check out Tomoe�s website Moonlight Flowers! (http://www.moonlight-flower.com/ ) It�s dedicated to all things Sesshoumaru
and Rin! There are many, many goodies to be had! Go!
*shooing motion*
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