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The Hot Springs	By : kuronekosama Category: InuYasha > General Views: 17152 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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---Inuyasha's Home---

Kouryoku woke the next morning feeling more satiated than he had ever felt before. He felt spent and refreshed at the same time. And it was all thanks to the soft half-demon lying on his side. She was still asleep as far as he could tell, her hair spread over both of them. It was as glossy and smooth as fine silver silk, so his fingers idly played with its texture as he soaked in contentment.

He knew that she was waking up when she took in a deep breath, her silken limbs stretching against him. The arm she had tossed over his chest curved closer to him, and he tightened his arm around her back.

"Ohayou," he said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He looked down at her, watching her eyes open sleepily. She gave him a lazy smile, pulling herself up his body to land a kiss on his smirking lips.

"It is a very good morning, thanks to you," she replied. His other arm came around her, holding her close. "But you know how it could be even better?" she teased, drawing little circles on his chest. Kouryoku s his hisd, fd, feeling a hot sensation slide through his stomach. He watched as his lover gracefully rose above him, straddling his stomach.

---The Front Bedroom---

Sesshoumaru watched from the comfort of the firm futon as his wife finished tying her obi and began to shift it around to her back, keeping one hand on the folds of her kimono to make sure everything stayed in place. Though most people wouldn't notice, he was pouting ever so slightly, his hand cupping his chin. Rin looked over her shoulder at him, saw his expression, and smiled in amusement.

"I must prepare breakfast, Sesshoumaru-sama. You want me to eat, don't you?" she queried, turning around to face him. His eyes closed as if he didn't care, and he said,

"Tell Jaken that I must speak with him." He heard her come closer rather than farther away and opened his eyes to see her kneeling on the futon, leaning towards him. He gave in easily, exchanging a light kiss. She leaned back happily, standing up and quietly leaving the room. A stirring in his stomach told him to keep his thoughts in check.

As she closed the door to the bedroom, Rin could faintly hear some muffled noises down the hall, but she didn't think anything of them and walked the other way towards the kitchen. Entering the brightly-lit room, she espied Jaken still asleep in the corner, an empty plate of food next to him. Kneeling next to him, she shook his shoulder, and the lizard-like demon cracked open his eyes, looking at her as if he didn't know her.

"Jaken-sama, wake up. Sesshoumaru-sama wishes to speak with you immediately," she whispered, trying to help him sit up. Jaken was instantly awake, though, hearing that Sesshoumaru wanted him, and was running down the hall before Rin could even tell him where to go. I hope he doesn't go into the wrong bedroom.

---Kouryoku's Bedroom---

Karran wrapped her arms around her lover, having ended up on her back, and took a deep breath as she savored the heavy thuds of bliss in her loins. The skin on Kouryoku's back was amazingly soft, and she ran her fingers over it as he gasped against her neck and emptied himself inside of her.

She thanked whatever deity had granted her this miracle, hoping that she did indeed deserve to have a mate as handsome and caring as Kouryoku. Her heart overflowed with love, and she felt a deep fire in her belly that warmed her through and through. If that burning was what she thought it was, then the fire attacks that her sword could produce would no longer be out of her reach.

Kouryoku finally lifted himself off of her, stroking her thigh as he pulled out, and sat back on the futon, still panting lightly. His hair hung heavily over one shoulder, looking a bit tangled. Karran sat up gingerly, sitting with her legs folded to the side, and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Kouryoku smirked at her.

"Ohh, mother must be cooking," Karran sighed, taking a deep breath through her nose. She hurriedly stood up, locating her clothing, and shrugged into her inner robe first. She looked to her lover and clucked her tongue at him. "Get dressed, Ryo! If you don't, Jaken will assuredly eat everything that mother sets on the table." This galvanized Kouryoku into moving, and it was a mad dash to the kitchen.

---Near the Castle of the Lord of the Northern Lands---

Genbu flicked at the ice forming on his right earlobe, hoping to see the outline of the castle soon. Winters this far north were quite harsh. At this height on the phoenix demon, the air was so cold that his hair clinked against his back. When they first began their seige of the castle at the end of the previous winter, it was knowledge of the icy air near the clouds that won them a bit of their victory, for none of the flying demons that tried to protect the complex could fly without chancing that their wings would freeze solid.

The beast beneath him squawked with recognition, and he squinted his pale yellow eyes into the icy distance. An indistinct black shape pressed out of the whiteness in front of him, and suddenly the Castle of the North appeared, majestic and daunting. Most of the castle was made of black stone and marble, with the rest being made of wood so dark that it seemed to swallow light. The giant complex, including the main hall and all of the out-buildings, resembled a great black dragon, accented with gold moldings and pillars. He heard a shout from one of the castle guards, who called out the identity of the new arrival.

Instructing rid ride to make a single sweep around the castle, Genbu checked the progress of the repairs that he and Toku had ordered before they had left a mere four days ago. Work was coming along on schedule, it seemed, and he steered the phoenix demon towards an open area near the entrance to the main building of the complex. He spotted his general's assistant near the landing area, and waved to him in greeting. The phoenix landed rather roughly, probably very tired from their race to the castle, and Genbu gratefully got off of the panting bird.

"Matsui, I trust that the repairs I just saw are to specification?" he asked, pulling a couple of bags from the fushichou youkai. Matsui cleared his throat, his leather armor creaking as he lifted his hand to scratch his cheek.

"That is correct, sir. The general has been keeping a close watch on the rebuilding effort. We are cutting no corners." Matsui was a stoutly-built wolf demon, one of Kouga's cousins; he was an exceptional warrior, though his swordsmanship still needed improvement. Matsui too often forgot to even use his sword, preferring the hand-to-hand method of fighting so popular in his clan. Now as the assistant to Toku and Genbu's general, he was being taught to use his fists as a back-up fighting technique.

"Where is the general, then?" he asked, hefting the bags he had removed over one shoulder.

"In the library, writing a missive to you, actually. The general is impatient," Matsui said, smirking slightly. Genbu sighed in comraderie, knowing well the general's moods.

"I shall speak with you again later. Keep up the excellent work, Matsui. And feed the phoenix its favorite," Genbu threw over his shoulder as he walked inside. Matsui called out his acknowledgement. Genbu greeted the soldiers he passed, some of which were still nursing a few wounds, though they were healing with the usual demonic speed. He also saw the newly-hired household staff along the way to the library, cleaning out rooms that had been neglected by the Black Hawk clan.

He wondered what dire and urgent need required him after only four days if the general deemed it necessary to send a letter after him. He had said he would be back after a week, once he had reported his victory to his father and visited his eldest brother. He was, in fact, back rather early. He could feel a headache coming already...one right between his eyes.

Sliding the heavy, groaning doors of the library open, Genbu stepped into the well-lit room. The library was one of the few rooms in the entire complex that was relatively devoid of decades of dust and vermin. Obviously, the former Northern Lord had forgotten his duties and immersed himself in books rather than the welfare of those around him. Because of Kurokuma's penchant for books, though, the library was rather comprehensive and neatly arranged. Genbu hoped to find time in the near future to browse and add to the collection, although with less fervor than the previous lord.

Aesthetically, the library was quite pleasing. Though many candles were required to light the room due to the absorbent nature of the dark wood panelling, it had a very comforting feel. Genbu wondered idly if Kurokuma wouldn't simply have just given up his Northern throne in order to be in a place like this, leaving the duties that Genbu craved to persons as ambitious and energetic as he and his brother.

He immediately noticed his general bent over a piece of parchment near the right side of the room. Meticulously drawing the characters with a pursed mouth, the general seemed to be in deep thought. Genbu smiled over the fact that despite being an excellent leader and warrior, the general hadn't even looked up to see what had just entered the room.

"Chihaya, how pleasant to see you hard at work," Genbu joked, coming towards her. His most trusted advisor in battle, second only to his brother, Chihaya looked up with surprise at the dog demon striding towards her, her dark green eyes wide with shock.

"G-Genbu-sama! You are back...early!" she exclaimed with surprise, her mouth a perfect 'o.' Genbu grinned broadly, always amused by Chihaya's childish ways despite the utter bloodshed he has seen her wreck upon their enemies. She came to their family ten years ago, asking to be apprenticed to one of the sons of the great Sesshoumaru-sama. Genbu had been thirty-four then, and was into his forty-fourth year now. Chihaya had been merely thirteen-years-old, practically an infant to any demon of great strength, such as Sesshoumaru or his half-brother, both of which were well beyond their second century.

Of course, Genbu was even now still considered an infant.

Now twenty-three, Chihaya was one of the best warriors that Genbu had ever seen. Only his father outmatched him, and only Chihaya's swordsmanship rivaled his own. His two elder brothers liked to think that their sword techniques were just as good as his, but though their stamina and physical strength matched his abi abilities, Genbu was certain that in a fair fight, his swordsmanship would determine him as the winner.

To Genbu, Chihaya was his personal prodigy, and he was proud. She still bore many of her childish features: a pert nose, bee-stung lips, and wide eyes, which looked at him with great astonishment now. Chihaya's father, refusing to teach his only daughter how to fight with their family's technique since it was only passed down to sons, sent her to their home, even though they had no personal ties with Sesshoumaru's family. Sesshoumaru was still angered that she had even found their castle. But it was no wonder that she did find it. She was born a luck dragon.

It was Genbu who first found her. By happenstance, he and Toku had been home to ask their father for advice on raising more followers for the attack the Northern throne. Chihaya, in her young adolescent dragon form, had scrambled over the complex wall. Genbu had been the first to catch her scent, and he had run to investigate. When he found her, she was a gorgeous array of black scales that flashed gold, her eyes a deep green like that of an endless forest. Her raspy dragon's voice asked if he was the son of Lord Sesshoumaru, and when he drew his sword as an answer, her great body curled upon itself, bowing before him to ask for apprenticeship.

He gained a few more details about her before accepting, but when he did agree to teach her the swordsmanship he had learned from his father and molded into his own, her body shuddered and folded upon itself, growing smaller and smaller until with a wash of black smoke, her naked, pubescent human form lay re hre him. He had never blushed so hard in his life, even though she was merely a child. It seemed that she had been looking for their home for months, and had reverted to her dragon form to increase her luck... but it had left her without clothes.

Genbu looked at the open-mouthed girl before him now, decked out in her field armor even though she sat in the library. He couldn't say much about his own attire, though, for he still wore his mud-splashed armor. In her human form, Chihaya boasted black hair with strangely fascinating gold highlights, and green irises lined with flecks of gold. Her pale skin hinted a light green, though Genbu was never sure if the green was there or not, but on several occasions, he had become unavoidably aware that her nails were as hard as stone. They were long, sharp, and the cuticles were colored a darkening shade of green. She liked to test the strength of her nails on any piece of flesh she could scrape, including parts of him when they sparred. He had learned to avoid her claws.

"Yes, I am back early. And what burning issue has you writing a letter to me when I would have been back before the letter even found me?" he asked, his eyes perusing the parchment in front of her, though at a respectful distance. Chihaya looked down briefly, and then covered up the letter with her hands, as if afraid that he would read it.

"Ahh! I shouldn't have told Matsui that!! I was not planning to give it to you today!" she said, her lilting voice a chaos of embarrassment. Genbu's eyebrow went up immediately.

"Chihaya, the Bloody General, is fretful because of a letter to her commanding officer? What, may I ask, is the content? You're not thinking of ending your apprenticeship forty years early, are you? You must be confident in your abilities, Chi-chan," he commented, reverting to the nickname he had given her as a child. He hadn't used that nickname in almost two years.

"Mouuu! Don't call me that! And no, I'm not ending my apprenticeship!" she asserted, quickly rolling the parchment and sliding it into a small leather case.

"Then why are you writing a letter to me when you knew you could say whatever is on your mind to my face?" he asked, his fists on his hips. It was a pose he took often when he was about to draw his sword to spar with her. He knew he could recover the leather case from her if he wanted, but to wrestle it from her seemed...immature. Sure, he was physical and rough with his brothers, but he strongly avoided resorting to childish games with any of his subordinates.

"It's none of your business!" she affirmed, coming to a stand and forcing the small case into the pouch hanging from her left hip. She began to walk past him, as if their conversation were through, and he felt the need to diffuse the situation since she was getting unnecessarily upset. Deciding on a joke, he said,

"Heh, it's not a love letter, is it?"

For once in his life, he wasn't prepared for the blow, and his vision was temporarily hazy as her fist punched him clean across his left cheek. When his world righted itself, he was glad to at least still be standing, and his eyes found Chihaya in front of him, her face awash with guilt. He watched her fall to her knees, press her forehead to the floor, and cry out a firm apology. Too stunned that his joke had seriously backfired, he didn't think of what her reaction to the joke entailed. Instead, he looked down at the back of her head and considered all the ways he could have better handled the situation.

He had learned early on that her temper swung as easily as a man's luck. Usually, a joke worked when she was about to scream in rage or cry in frustration. Despite all his training, her temper was still her weak point. He had hoped that by this time in her apprenticeship, she would have learned to control it since controlling one's feelings was directly related to how well one fought, but up to this very minute, her emotions were still the metaphorical equivalent of a pendulum. It was the single failing of his so-called "prodigy."

"Was it something I said?" he asked, not realizing that he had just used another joke.

"It was the way you said it..." she said into the floor. Genbu, his ears still ringing from the resounding blow to his head, didn't quite hear her.

"What was that?" he asked, shaking his head to clear it. Chihaya sat up slowly, hevy bvy black hair like a curtain drawn close to her eyes. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, but her voice was calm when she said,

"No, it wasn't anything you said."

Genbu's eyes squinted a bit. He wasn't sure if that was word for word what she said, and he wondered if she had just lied to him. But he had no way to tell, unless he read the piece of paper rolled up inside the leather pouch that hung from her belt.

"Let me read the letter," he ordered, holding out his hand.

"You can't read it! It's personal!" she exclaimed, putting her hand over the pouch as if about to draw a sword. Chihaya's horrified look, and the fact that she didn't do as hid, id, greatly surprised him. It was, despite her strange behavior in the past, was one of the few times she had ever disobeyed him.

"As my apprentice, nothing you have is personal. Hand it over," he ordered, his voice firmer this time. She looked away briefly, and then stood up.

He was immediately on guard.

Chihaya broke into a run, escaping the library. Genbu was after her without pause.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled after her, passing the same servants he had greeted earlier. He wasn't sure exactly where she was going, but it was all he could do to keep up with her. Down the stairs, across the main complex courtyard, through the lower halls, and outside the building, she ran as if her hair were on fire. When he saw that she was yanking the letter out of the leather case, her path became clear to him. She was headed to the armory to toss the letter into the hot coals of the oven.

He wondered briefly why he had ever agreed to make her his apprentice. She had thrown many of these strange temper tantrums. They had grown a little less frequent, but she hadn't done something this sudden and strange since she was sixteen. Even then, he hadn't know what was wrong. Though her tingting abilities were supreme, she never had acted completely normal, especially around him. Her "swinging moods" were now legendary among their army. When training a group of subordinates, she could be serious and careful one minute, but wild and reckless the next. Most of the men thought that this was a good trait, making it hard for an enemy to predict her, but others thought it was a sign of poor control.

Genbu wasn't sure anymore if he agreed with the latter group. She had so far managed to punch him and escape with some secret document, all because of her unpredictability.

They were only a few steps away from the door to the armory when he flung himself forward to catch her. They landed with a huff, and it was the precious two seconds of being rendered motionless by the fall that let Genbu take advantage of being the one on top. He scrambled up her body, his hands firmly grabbing the leather shoulder straps to her main armor piece. They were giving a good show to at least twenty ofir mir men, who were working nearby on rebuilding and strengthening one of the two inner complex walls. He heard a bit of laughter, but ignored them as he wrestled with her in the dusty earth of the inner courtyard.

"Stop resisting me!" he ordered, grabbing her wrists when she tried to claw her way out from underneath him. He managed to pry her right hand open and retrieve the sorely-used piece of parchment upon which she had been keeping a death grip.

"No!! Don't read it, please! I beg you!" she cried out, her hands covering her face as he stood up and back. Opening the mangled parchment, he ignored her childlike screams. He was certain that whatever was on the parchment wasn't nearly as bad as she thought. In fact, when he began reading it, he was completely convinced that it was some confession for a bad deed she had done.

Respectfully Addressed to Genbu-sama:
I wish to give my thanks to you for these past ten years. You have made me strong, taught me many things about battle, andm nom now very close to being the perfect military commander. These things were passed down to you from your father, and given to me with your many brilliant adjustments and additions. However, I am afraid that I can no longer act as your apprentice...

As this point, Genbu felt his heart clutch painfully, and he wondered if he would lose her. She had expressed when she was younger that she would return to her family after her apprenticeship ended. Perhaps she was impatient to leave. Though his practical side was disappointed that she would no longer be there to help handle the daily duties that he and his brother had just taken on by occupying the Northern throne, the rest of him thoroughly rejected the idea of her leaving for an entirely different reason. She was his friend, his student, and his confidant. Though she was still a child in his mind, the passage of ten years had created something more solid and tangible within her than the raw material he had started with.

He still hadn't figured her out, and if she left before he got the chance to do so, then he...

He read on.

I can no longer fill the same position in your life as I have for the past ten years. Though we work closely together on your goals, which are the same as mine ever since I met you, the distance between us chafes at me. I want to be closer, and in a more intimate manner than you have allowed yourself to be. I must confess then, that I love you with all my heart. My love is so deep and fermented that it pulls me in all directions, and I feel like I will fly apart whenever I am with you. When I try to pool my concentration, it takes more energy than it should because I cannot seem to focus. bec because I think of how much I need to tell you how I feel. I do not know if you return my feelings, for you are my senior by dozens of years, and surely you think of me as a child that has a childish mind. If you do not have the same feelings for me, then I must beg that you release me from my apprenticeship. To be near you would be enough to kill me, I am sure. If you...

The letter ended there, where he had interrupted her only a few minutes ago.

Genbu looked at Chihaya, stunned. She had stood up to watch his face as he read the letter. A lone tear fell from her glassy eyes, her black hair in great disarray. He never suspected that she might feel romantically towards him. He joked as such, but it never seriously crossed his mind. She had always been a naive child to him.

"You love me?" he asked, his voice sounding strange. There were a few barks of laughter from behind him, and he threw a livid glare over his shoulder, effectively shushing anyone who dared to watch. Apparently, though, the tone of his voice and the laughter of the men had caused Chihaya enough embarrassment, for when he turned back to her, she was gone again, her feet kicking up dirt as she ran towards the gates that led out of the complex.

Genbu ran after her, his men cheering him on from behind him.

---Inuyasha's Home---

"Is that understood?" Sesshoumaru said calmly, standing close to the window and gazing out at part of the garden. Jaken squawked his agreement into the floor of the room.

"Then be gone. I shall see you back at the castle," he ordered, never taking his eyes off of a newly bloomed lilly. Jaken scrambled out of the room, now intent on following his master's biddings to the letter. Once he was gone, Sesshoumaru dressed in his battle armor, feeling tense for some reason. He slowly walked to the kitchen, tempted to rub a thumb and forefinger over his sinuses as the noise level grew the closer he came to the room.

"That was mine! I was about to eat that!" Kagome moaned, looking at Rin with disdain.

"Well, you have to be faster next time, Kagome-san!" Rin giggled, chewing happily on her food. Sesshoumaru was at least glad that Rin was eating, but his daughter was sitting much too close to Kouryoku, and he was angry to know that she had visited his room last night. Inuyasha seemed more upbeat this morning, and Sesshoumaru could smell his brother's scent all over the strangely-dressed girl, so he grudgingly felt glad for his brother's reunion with his wife.

He just wanted to finish the ceremony and go home with his mate. That was all that mattered to him.

And it seemed like the ceremony would be difficult to perform today, since a new scent was headed their way...

"Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru said, startling the entire room. Everyone looked to him, completely silent. Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smirk at them. "Someone is coming for the Shikon no Tama."

Inuyasha lifted his nose to the air, and he finally caught the scent that had been plaguing Sesshoumaru's nostrils since Rin had begun to dress this morning.

"Crow demons..."

"The last time crows stole the jewel from you, your mate's seeker arrow had you searching for the shards for months. Don't make the same mistake this time."

Inuyasha half-scowled at him.

"Kouryoku, protect your mother. Your uncle and I will deal with the visitor headed our way," Inuyasha growled, coming to his feet. Sesshoumaru was not surprised to see Tessaiga strapped to his side.

"Stay inside, Rin. Karran will protect you," Sesshoumaru said, turning away without saying another word. His brother followed him down the hall.

"Sesshoumaru-sama! Please be careful!" Rin called out, the fear in her voice evident. Sesshoumaru gave no answer, keeping his comforting words inside. Though he wished to reassure her, he would never do so in front of Inuyasha.

"Inuyasha, I'm not letting you fight alone," Kagome said, coming to a stand.

"For once, Kagome, let me take care of it," Inuyasha said, his face showing his impatience. She didn't look like she was going to back down, though, so he added sincerely, "Please." Kagome set her jaw, but sat down next to her son.

"We'll bek sok soon," he said.

---Outside the Castle of the Demon Lord of the North---

The North had beautiful, mild summers, but summer was a couple of weeks away from entirely banishing the last remnants of winter, so the season of sleep was still making its presence felt in the form of frigid morning frosts. Once out in the grassy fields skirting the compound, Genbu easily found Chihaya, who had thankfully stopped running a few dozen meters outside the complex's main wall. She was kneeling in frost-coated grass, her shoulders shaking. He approached slowly, the grass crinkling under his feet like paper, and gave her time to wipe her tears if she wished.

Stopping a couple of meters away from her, he waited to see if she would say something first, and glanced down at the love letter clenched in fis fist.

"I didn't want it to be this way," she hiccuped. Genbu rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, wishing it hadn't happened at all. Truthfully, thinking of her as a creature that felt anything but bloodlust was...awkward. She was such a good warrior, though a warrior-child in the best sense of the term, that the thought of her having soft feelings had never entered his head. And he felt naive for believing that. He himself was an excellent warrior, and thoughts of romance (usually in the sexual sense) entered his head very often. To assume that she felt nothing of that nature was quite stupid.

"I'm sorry," he said, the only thing he felt he could say. She swallowed audibly, still hiccuping, though he could tell that she was trying to cry quietly.

"You should be!" she croaked, and it made him smile. "Heh...that's the first time you've ever apologized to me."

"It'll hopefully be the last time," he said gently, letting his smile enter his voice. She looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk on her face. He almost gasped in astonishment, noticing for the first time how mature her face was. He wondered how he had missed the slow changes that had morphed her from growing to grown. He remembered her childish expressions in his mind, but she didn't make them anymore. Now her features were the smoother, longer features of a mature immortal. She was...surprisingly very attractive. Her green eyes shined like the southern sea in the summer, and though her eyelashes were a bit spiked from her tears, the redness that most human women suffered when crying was absent from her clear eyes.

"You've always been such a bastard," she joked. "I don't know what I see in you." Wiping at her eyes, she turned away from him again, standing up. Her hands smoothed her hair away from her face, and she successfully pushed it over her shoulders without catching the tangles on her armor.

"I...had no idea, though. And...I don't think I even know my own feelings right now... By the Gods, I'm so bad at this," he said, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it," she said, sighing. "Forget I ever wrote that letter. I'll just finish the repairs here and be on my way home once they're complete." She began to walk past him, and he grabbed her arm, a bit incredulous.

"Don't just decide for me, Chihaya. Why would you assume that I don't return your feelings?" he asked, his eyebrows close together.

"You just said that you had no idea of my affections! If you had felt something similar towards me before the letter, the idea of a mutual attraction might have occurred to you! Besides, I am oftentimes quite aware of how you see me," she accused, her face tight.

"And how is that?" he challenged.

"You think of me as a mindless teenage warrior with no sense of any positive emotions besides pride over a victory. You value my advice as a military commander, but not my company as a female. You think of me as work-in-progress rather than a mindful student, like a dog meant to learn her masters commands and do tricks like a good girl," she yelled, her hands making wild gestures. He frowned slightly at her slur towards his own canine origins.

"Then why in Hell do you love me?" he countered, his voice reflecting his anger and frustration.

"I wish I knew!!! You grate at me so!!!" she screamed. "But when we work well together...when we sit to eat and drink at night with the other officers and share stories like friends...I see your smile or hear your praise, and my heart...it hurts so sweetly, Genbu-sama." Her words, rather well-spoken, made his heart jump in his chest, and his anger fell away from him...at least momentarily.

He wondered...

"Then let us test the matter," he proposed. He leaned forward, sweeping his arm around her body and pulling her against him. She gasped, her eyes wide, and her hand automatically came up to land on his shoulder as he took her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and very smooth, and the taste of them held a hint of cinnamon. He could tell immediately that she had little experience with kisses. Perhaps none. His free hand, half-covered by a gauntlet that protected the back of his hand, rose slowly to frame her jaw within his fingers, and he began to teach her the kinds of kisses he enjoyed most. Her body was a bit stiff, probably out of anxiety since he had launched this intimate encounter with no warning, but she began to soften as the time they stood there stretched to a minute, and then two.

Of a sudden, her arms came around his neck, and she sighed into his mouth, sweetly and eagerly returning his amorous efforts. He was immediately as hard as his armor. His arms ped ped her against him, and his lips strained against hers, trying to get a deeper taste of her greatly-appealing mouth. When her face suddenly turned away from him, he groaned at the loss, and barely heard her say,

"I can't breath!" He could do nothing for her, though. Turning her mouth towards him again, he resumed their kiss, holding the back of her head through her tangles of hair to keep the kiss constant. However, she wrenched her lips away again.

"Genbu-sama, please! I can neither breath nor stand on my own!" she gasped out. He kissed her neck, very pleased to find that her skin tasted of cinnamon, too. "By the Gods, G-Genbu-sama. I feel like I have melted!"

Genbu sighed, and in a deep, purring voice, he said, "Like snow that melts to water...I shall make you boil."

With that, he kissed her again, though more slowly this time, so that she could take in the air she needed. He idly wondered if the rest of her body matched her gorgeous lips. The vision of her younger body ten years ago flashed in his mind, and though he had quickly averted his eyes, the image of porcelain skin was burned into his memory, and he would bet a body part that her skin was still as perfect.

Having the answer he needed, and having a new, more urgent need, Genbu made his decision and abruptly released her. She managed to stand without falling to the ground, but she did stumble for a second. Seeing that she was steady on her feet, he grabbed her wrist and began to tug her back towards the compound.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice husky and breathless. He growled to himself, wondering if she would sound the samen hen he was wedged between her thighs.

"We are going to my bedchambers," he answered, hoping that they had been made up. If not, her bedchambers would suffice.

"A-are we...?" she asked, too dazed to think straight.

"I am going to make you mine," he declared.
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