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From Afar	By : Fallenangelz Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 4903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You come when we're nearby to fight with Inuyasha. Even when you two are working together, you're fighting. You claim that you hate him, that you hate all hanyous and despise humans. If that's true, then why do I see different? Why do your touches tell me otherwise?

I moan and plead as your fingers caress my body, your tongue flicking at my nipples. My fingers grip your silvery hair, tangling themselves in your silken locks, as you begin to suck sharply. I don't care if this is supposed to be a secret, I need to have you.

I need this hateful affection.

You growl my name, forcing me to open my eyes and look at you. We both know that I'm not worthy of your affections, but we pretend merely for the sake of having an outlet for our frustrations. We're both frustrated at Inuyasha, but for different reasons. While I'm frustrated that he never sees me for who I am, you're frustrated that he won't stop fucking that walking corpse long enough to appreciate me.

Our eyes never leave each other as you push into me, filling me beyond anything I could ever expect to experience again. You're always so big inside of me, there's always a need for you to stop so you don't hurt me on accident. Only when I begin pushing my hips against yours do you begin to move ever so softly but that's short lived.

Cries leave my lips as I push against you, forcing you to go deeper into me. You growl as you thrust with all your girth, but that's quickly fading away. We both know that soon you'll have me bleeding. We both cherish the blood that I spill while we're doing this, but only because it serves as a reminder that I'm alive and you dominate me.

You push harder into me, hissing in pain when I dig my nails into your shoulders. My legs are wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to me. I don't care that this is wrong, that I'm betraying Inuyasha by being with you. I don't think that you care either since I'm no ordinary human. I know that a demon being able to bed a miko -especially one as powerful as I am- is something very few demons have ever achieved.

I can feel your teeth lightly nipping my skin, your tongue lapping at what blood your claws have drawn. Your pace doesn't slow, instead it increases. I can barely keep up, but we both know that's of no consequence. I scream your name as I'm sent over the edge, but you keep going.

Your name keeps leaving my lips as you take me in different positions. Never once do I top you, but that's okay with me. I don't mind, just as long as I can feel your body against mine and watch your expressions every once in a while.

You growl my name again, but this time it's different. You're coming close to your own release, but this time I want something different. This time I want you to release inside of me. When you try to pull out, I keep my legs wrapped firmly around your waist. I tell you what I want, knowing full well that if I'm to become pregnant, everybody will know.

Something flashes in your eyes -dare I call it happiness?- and you nod, thrusting harder than any time before this. I scream and arch my back as you thrust deeply into me, finally releasing your seed into my waiting womb. You thrust a few more times to ensure that your seed will get to where it needs to be and once it's done, you leave my body. You leave me feeling empty once more.

As we bathe, washing our scents and essences from each other, we know that this isn't the last time. We try to tell ourselves that it's the last time, but we can't stay away. Our paths will cross again and you two will fight. Once the fight's over and a few hours have passed, you'll find me again and we'll do this once more.

Had someone told us that we should never begin this dance, would we have listened? If someone had told you that you would become as addicted to my taste and scent as I would be to yours, would you have believed them? If someone had told me that your caresses were soft and gentle, a sharp contrast to what I've seen you to be in battle, would I have believed them?

Probably not, but it doesn't matter. As we go our separate ways, I know that I must love you the same way that I've been doing ever since the day we first met.

I must love you from afar.
My chest hurts as I sob, screaming my sorrow for the whole world to hear. I had found them once again, but this time it hurt so much. This time Inuyasha confesses his love for the undead miko that lives only by stealing the souls of the dead. Once the Shikon no Tama's complete, he knows that Kikyo will live once more. After all, he does know what I want to wish for and plans on taking advantage of my wish.

You come out from the shadows, standing as proud as the day we first met. The look in your eyes says that you know how much I'm hurting, but you don't say a word. You just stand there, watching for a few minutes as I sob before reaching towards me.

My tears keep falling as I run to you, soaking your shirt. I cling to you, desperately seeking comfort. When you begin to soothe me, I don't know where logic has gone. All that's left in its place is primal need.

I grip your shirt tightly, shoving my lips against your in a desperate kiss. You return the kiss with the same passion, but I know that tonight I'll get my wish. Tonight, Sesshomaru, you'll let me top you for the first time since we began this forbidden dance.

Our clothes fall to the ground, quickly followed by us. I straddle your waist as I frantically kiss your face and shoulders, beginning to work on your chest. There's very few scars, an indication of your skills as a fighter.

Out of pure impulse, I kiss the stump that once held your left arm. I don't know why I'm always so fascinated by it, perhaps it's because I'm sorry that Inuyasha took away one of your arms just to protect me.

I continue to kiss your body, placing soft kisses on your abs. You groan as I get closer to your length, your hips rotate softly in an attempt to draw my attention to it. I whisper that I'll get there, but no sooner than I'm ready.

My tongue darts out as I lick the musky area around your length, my fingers lightly clawing your thighs. Your patience is wearing thin, your emotionless facade breaking as soft groans leave your lips. We both know how hard you are, how much you desire me. Your erection leaves no room for argument with that one.

You grab my hair as I take your erection into my mouth, making sure to suck loud enough for us both to hear. I can't take your whole length into my mouth, but I make sure to pump what's not inside my mouth in my hand.

As you struggle to say my name, I'm becoming increasingly aroused. I know you're watching as I slip my fingers into my opening, rubbing against my clit in the process. We've been doing this long enough to know this dance by now. This makes you harder and we both know it.

I struggle to keep up when you finally release your load into my mouth, finding myself unable to keep up as your seed dribbles down my chin. When I pull away, you pull me up for a kiss. Before our lips meet, you take my soaked fingers and suck softly on them until they're clean. When they're cleaned, our lips crash together, successfully mixing our unique tastes.

My hips rock against yours as we kiss, your erection pressing against my ass. When I look at you and ask if you want to be inside of me, you look up at me and nod. I ask what you want me to do to you and you answer that you want me to fuck you. "How hard?" I question.

"As hard as you can manage."

We both moan as I take him into me, feeling him stretching me once more. Why we can't stay like this forever, I don't know. All I know is that when we're done, I'm going to feel empty once more until you come back to me again.

Your claws dig into my hip as I grind against you, the sounds of our pants mixing in with the sound of our skin hitting each other as well as the smells of our lovemaking. No, I wouldn't call this lovemaking. I would call this either fucking or simply rutting.

I tilt my head back when you sit up, never disturbing our motions as you begin rubbing your finger against my clit and sucking softly on my breasts. You've never left marks before, but I know this time that you plan on leaving marks as a reminder that I belong to you. Will you leave marks on the skin that's constantly exposed to the world? I want to ask, but part of me is afraid of your answer.

It's getting harder to pretend that we're not doing this. Your scent is trapped in my hair and no amount of shampoo is going to get it out. Inuyasha picks up your scent and demands to know why your scent is on me, but what can I tell him? What do I tell him? Do I tell him that we keep having sex because he keeps choosing a corpse over the living?

Sango and Miroku understand, but they warn me to be careful. They say that one day you'll never let me go. I'd hate to tell them that you've already done that. You've claimed me, body and soul, and now I can't leave you. When you're nearby, I know and I'll return to you so we can act out this dance.

We cling to each other as our hips move together and I can feel my muscles beginning to quiver. I'm coming close to my orgasm, but I want to bring you with me. I cry out when you buck your hips, going deeper this time than any time before. Apparently our thoughts are the same right now.

My nails dig deeper into your shoulders as our movements become rougher. I arch my back and cry out your name as my orgasm washes over me. Every muscle in my body tightens to the point of pain, but I don't feel that pain. My thoughts are fixed solely on you as you release your seed into me.

You fall onto your back, pulling me down with you. Neither one of us moves, basking in the afterglow. You play with my hair as I trace the markings on your body, the world finally seeming peaceful. "Thank you." I whisper finally.

You don't answer, but I know that you're telling me "you're welcome" in your own way. "It's nearing dawn. Inuyasha will be looking for you." I nod slightly at your words, but I don't want to move.

Eventually we decide we'd better get cleaned up and dressed again, although we know that it won't do any good. Even though we're together for only a short time, we still reach out to each other. Dare I call this feeling between us love? I don't know if my heart's ready to love again, but I do know one thing for certain.

Whatever this feeling is, we'll do it from afar.
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