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Love of the Rose Hime	By : nchsmi Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 19299 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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For the Love of My Rose Hime

Second Rose: Her Story

by

Nikkie23534

       "Oooohhhhh.....aaaaahhhhhh-uuuuhhhh..... Ohh, yesssss... yyyyyyyyeeeeessss... mmmmmmmmm, right there!" She pleads as her eyes close, and she grips the white silk sheets. 'His hands,' she muses, 'Oh, his big, strong, beautiful hands -- he's driving me crazy!'

       "Yasha," he groans softly into her ear, "touch me, my love.... Touch me, like you do in my dreams!" He moans as, her small gentle hands glade lightly over him. "AAAAAhhhhhhh.... Yes, my love!" He begins to move. His hands and mouth slowly memorizing the hills and valleys of her soft young body, fanning the fires he has so carefully created within her. Making her moan. Making her want more.

       "No.... Ohhh.... N-n-nooo don't..."

       "No? Don't? But, how can you deny this? You know you're loving this, my little rose." He smiles, as his long moist tongue slides maddeningly down her creamy throat. His hands found their way down to her firm breasts. He begins to gently massage those high proud mounds. Then he envelops one hardening rosy peak into his mouth, completely devouring the sweet bud; and sending shivers down her spine. Her hands come up and entangle themselves in his long silky hair. Holding him fast to that tender spot. Just when she doesn't think she can take anymore, he removes his mouth. She groans in frustration, as she tries to pull him back to her aching breast, but he has other plans. He pulls away from her, only to settle on the other neglected peak. She withers and trembles as he suckles like a starving newborn.



       Using his arms for leverage, brings her back up in a graceful arch. Making her a tantalizing offering. His other hand moves lower and lower still, until he finds what he's been seeking. That strong, devilish hand slips between her trembling thighs. A long tapering finger caress the moistening soft outer petals of her tight flower, seeking entry to the warmth within.

       "Aaaaaahhh! Uh-no...." She moans as her head start to thrash about wildly. Long ebony tresses, a stark contrast against the pure white of the pillows. "Please.... don't...ooooooohhhhhhh--no... n- n- no more... I beg of you-- aaaaaahhhhhhh!!"

       He chuckles softly relishing in every moan, pant, and plea that spills from her sweet mouth. Once again capturing a throbbing rosy peak between his teeth, lightly nipping at it. He smiles at her urgent gasps for air. Trying desperately to suck in some much needed air into her lungs. Then, his wondering hand attacks her heated body. Bathing the tip of his finger in the hot juices, that are slowly seeping down her smooth thighs. He gently pushed inside slowly, gaining access into the warm, moist recesses of her tight channel. Earning him more sounds of heated passion from her, bring her closer and closer.

       "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.... hhhhaaaaaaaahhhaa... You b- b- bastard! St- Stop teasing me!" She cried out. Enjoying the feeling of herself being stretched ever so slightly, by the questing finger, sliding deeper into her. She cried out once more when he sled in yet another finger, then another.

       "Oh... Please... I-I-I c- c- c- can't anymore! P- please... " She pants, gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life. "Haaa... Oh, I beg of you! Please... Stop... You're driving me mad!!!"

       "Stop?" He asks as he removes his fingers from her sweet honey pot. "How can you say that, when your body wants it this much. See, my lovely flower." Holding them up for her to see. Her large violet eyes widen when he pops the wet digits into his mouth, sucking them clean. "MMmmmmmmmmmm, do you realize how delicious you are, my rose?" Bending his head, he captures her luscious lips in a long, hot, and passionate kiss. She moans as she tastes herself on his lips, while he explores every inch of her sweet oral cavern.

       "I wonder," he mumbles against her lips, nipping and suckling on the pouty lower lip. "Is the other as sweet as this one?"

       Confused, she stares, mesmerized by the deep pools of molten gold. She entwined her hands into his long hair, trying to pull him back to her for another kiss. But, he has other ideas as he began to rain hot open mouthed kisses down her throat and over her heaving breasts. Dipping lower and lower. Gripping onto the sheets, Yasha's body arches and withers from the burning sensations coursing through her. Her head tosses wildly as she is swept away on the current of passion, he provides. His hand urge her smooth silky thighs to part, allowing him access. At his insistance, she relaxes and lets him have all the room he desires. Suddenly her eyes widen even more, and her body freezes in shock as the first kiss is placed on the moist quivering outer petals.

       "No!" She screamed as she tries to move away form him. But, he was to fast for her, griping her by the hips to stop her retreat. She tries to close her legs, trying to save her diginty. But again, he was to fast for her. Gripping her hands and holding them to her sides. He lifts his head to gaze into her eyes. "Shh, my sweet, sweet rose, I would cut off my left arm before I ever cause you one moments pain." He pressed against her inner thighs, and settled his large frame between her legs. "Relax, my hime, it is time. We have waited long enough, you and I are now one."

       "Yes, my dearest lord! Take me for I am and always will be yours!"

       Raising above her, he wraps her long shapely legs around his trim waist. Bracing himself on one arm, he uses his other hand to guide himself to her welcoming warmth. Closer, closer, closer...

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

       "AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" She yells as she bolts upright in her bed. Looking over to her right, she graps her alarm clock an quickly silences the noisy piece of gargabe. 3:45 am.

       "Well I guess it's time for me to get up, huh?" Setting her clock down on the nightstand, she falls back onto her pillows. "Damn, just when it was getting to the good part." Sighed the raven haired, amethsyt eyed 22 year old beauty.

       "When what was getting to the 'good part'?" Inquired a curious and amused voice form the open bedroom door.

       "Oh, grandma, what are you doing up so early? Did I wake you?"

       Keade Fuma stood in the doorway watching her granddaughter with a loving smile. It still amazed her sometimes. How unbelievely lovely the little girl she raised truly was. "You have a good dream, I take it?" Giving her a knowing look, "it sure sounded like a real fire starter. Judging from all the moaning and gasping going on in here." She winked and flashed her red faced grandchild an amused grin. "Yes, it sounded like one for the books!"

       "Grand~ma! Stop teasing me, its to early!" She groaned as she rolled herself out of bed. Walking over to the middle aged woman, InuYasha leans over to give her grandmother a good morning kiss. "Morning gram." Smiling, she moves past Keade to get to the bathroom for a quick shower.

       "Good morning, young one" She says, as she follows her to the bathroom door. A second later, she hears the shower running. "So are ye going to tell ye old gram what it was ye were dreaming about?"

       "What?" She asked through the door.

       "What was the dream about?"

       "Oh, that." Turning the water off. Yasha dries herself and puts on her robe. Opening the door, she finds her grandmother still standing there. "Well, I don't really remember much about it." Going to her room to dress.

       "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

       As she dresses for work, Yasha attempts to explain her dream to her grandmother. "Well, there's this man in my dream." She says as she pulls her clothes out of her closet. "He's like an all powerful overlord or a prince or something. He's really strong and kind. He's cold and yet hot at the same time. He's so gentle with me, but he's really demanding. It's so infuriating."

       "Is there anything else about him? What does he look like?"

       "Well, I don't know." She mumbles softly.

       "What was that?"

       Yasha pulls her shirt over her head and sighs. "I said I don't know. I never see him clearly."

       "What?!? How can you have dreams about someone you don't even know?"

       "I didn't say that I didn't know him, I said I didn't see his face clearly." Replying as she pulled on a pair of black khaki pants. She sits on the bed to put on her socks and shoes. Going to the mirror on her dresser, she brushes her long thick hair into a ponytail high atop her head.

       Keade sits and watches, tranfixed by the sheer beauty of daughter of her only child. 'My god it's like looking at Izayoi all over again.' Think about her deceased daughter still brings a tear to Keade's old eyes. 'It's hard to believe, it has been 15 years already. Yes 15 years today in fact! I remember it as if it was yesterday.'

~~~~Flashback~~~~

15 years ago...Tokyo University Hospital

       In a room with whitewash walls, few sounds could be heard.

       The soft hum of the machine that helps the small, frail woman in the bed breathe. The steady *plop plop* of the IV as it dripped, pumping the medication for pain into her tiny veins. The harsh beeping of the heart monitor as it counts off the rapidly slow beating of her weakening heart. But, no noise was as loud or as heart-wrenching, as the sounds of the soft sobs of the small angelic girl. Her dark head down on her mother's bed, holding her hand as she prays- no she begs Kami. Begging him to spare her mother. Pleading with him, not to take her from her grandmother and her just yet. Pleading with her mother not to go away.

       P- p- please ma- ma, I- I- I pr- promise I- I- I'll be a good g- g- gi- girl from n- now on! I promise! Ju- just get Bet- ter- r- r- r!" She sobs.

       Inu- ya- sha," her mother says in a breathy voice. "I'm so sor-ry my ba-by. You are such a go- go- od gi-rl. You are eve- rythi- ng a mot-her could ask for in a chi- ld." The beeps of the monitor began to slowdown more and more. The doctor walked in, to check the readings. She looked at Keade and shook her head sadly. Keade nodded and moved closer to her fading daughter and weeping grandchild. The doctor and nurses stood back to allow the small family their final good byes.

       "Mot-her?"

       "Yes, Izzy darling?"

       "Ma- ma, I'm so ti- red. I'm so sor-ry, ma ma. I tried."

       "No, Izzy, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love you, my child. It's all right. Ye has earned your rest. Don't you worry about Inu. She will be fine. I'll make sure of that." Smiles Keade through her tears. She gently strokes her soft cheek, then her limp dark hair. Skin and hair that once gleamed brightly with life and beauty, now marred by sickness and death. But, even now through all the pain and medications, she was still a beauty beyond compare. A beauty that was passed on to her young daughter, InuYasha.

       Smiling weakly at her mother "I- I lo-ve you ma- ma." Then Izayoi turned her bright purple eyes to her mirror image. Inu- Yas- ha, my ba- by. Will you do something for ma- ma."

       "Anything mama. I'll do any anything for you. Ju- just please get better!"

       "I'm sor~ ry swe~ etie, I I I'm afr~aid I I'm not a~ a~ abl~e to. I ne~ ed your he~lp. I want you to li~ live a long li~ fe Ya~ sha. Grow up, be happy and healthly. "

        "I will ma ma I promise, I will!"

       "Inu, my beau~ beautiful Inu. Be sure and listen to grandma. Do what she tells you. Will you do that, baby?"

       "Yes, ma'am. I'll do it!"

       "Inuyasha!" Her mother yelled as her eyes widened, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. "InuYasha! Find him. You will need each other. Find the other half of your heart-- ahh-- He will take care of you. You and he are one!" With that, the last of Izayoi Shinta's strength left her body.

       "Mama!!!" "Izayoi!!!"

Meanwhile....

       A few days later, in a huge mansion. A man sits in his den reading the days paper, when he comes across an article in the obituaries:

Shinta, Izayoi, 26. Beloved wife of Shinta, Takihiro (deceased)

Honored daughter of Fuma Ryuchi (deceased).

Mrs. Shinta leaves behind her mother, Keade.

a loving uncle, Higrashi, Hiko, and cousins,

Higrashi, Aoi, Kagome and Souta.

Mrs. Shinta also leaves behind her beloved and

cherished daughter, InuYasha, 7.

Services to be held...

       'Shinta, hmm', thought the long silver haired man. 'Now where have I heard that name. It sounds so familiar.' Just then the large heavy oak door to the den opens, and in walks the mans tall handsome yet stoic and sullen 13 year old son. It saddens him to look upon the boy. His once so lively and outgoing son, was now quite and withdrawn form the world. 'Megumi, It has been 2 years since you left us, I wish you where here now. I do I bring the life back into our son?'

       "I have come to bid you good night, father." Said the handsome young man.

       The elder looks into the cold eyes of mirror image. "Sess, my son..." then he stops. Knowing nothing he says will have any effect on the child.

       "Yes, sir?"

       Touga shook his head, "it's nothing, my boy. Off to bed with you now, you have an early day tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning."

       Bowing to his father, "Yes, father, Good night." He leaves closing the door behind him. Leaving his father to his thoughts. 'How do I help you, Sess? How can I get back that sweet warm boy, that you once were?'

~~~~End of Flashback~~~~

       Lost in her musings, Keade failed to notice when InuYasha spoke to her. "Grandma? Grandma? Yoo~hoo, Earth to Grandma!"

       Snapped out of her thoughts, " Oh, Inu, I'm sorry baby. What did you say?"

       "I said all I remember is his long silver hair and gold eyes."

       "Gold eyes you say?"

       "Yeah. gold eyes that seem to melt you if you stared in them to long. Frightening, and yet they somehow made me feel so safe and warm inside." Then Inu starts to laugh. "It's silly, isn't it? Getting all worked up over a stupid dream."

       About 20 minutes later, Yasha was finally ready to leave. As she reached the front door, she and Keade heard a soft tapping. Inu smiles as she opens the door. There standing in the doorway, like always was Juromaru Todou. Juromaru had been Inu friend since childhood, and is works for Inu in her family restaurant. Every morning like clockwork he is there to greet Inu and ride to work with her. "Well, good morning Juro, I hope you haven't been waiting long for me?"

       "Nah! Uh-huh!" He shakes his head. Due to a tragedic accident in childhood, that cost the lives of his father, mother, and twin brother, Kagaromaru. Juromaru had lost his ability to speak. So, Keade and Izayoi took him in as a child. And he and Inu had been looking out for eachother ever since.

       "Ok gram we are leaving now," called Inu to her grandmother. "Go back to bed, and I'll see you later at the memorial service. I be at Uncle Hiko's at 2:30 to help get everything ready."

       "Now, child, you shouldn't push yourself to hard. I'm sure that Aoi, Kagome, and I can--"

       "Nope, I'll be there in plenty of time to help. See you later. Let's roll Juro!"

       "Ahh!" He nods then turns, and bows to Keade. "Make sure you help Inu today Juromaru, and be careful."

       "Hmm!" He grins then turns to follow Inu, who was already in her red '99 Range Rover. When he gets in she honks the horn, as Keade waves them off.

       "There they go." She closes the door, and heads back to her room. 'Golden eyes and sliver hair?' Hmm. 'Well it couldn't be Juromaru. His eyes are blue and his hair has a pinkish hue to it. Maybe she meet someone? Nah! She would have told me if she did. Wait a minute, she said a name. What was it, now? Hmm. Shomaru? Just who is this Shomaru? Oh well. Back to bed, busy day. Busy, Busy, Busy!'

TBC...

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