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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2628 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 31
So his little slut was warming the bed of that superior dog.
Kanna had finally been able to view the girl when she went on her shopping trip that afternoon. She had mentioned making a special card for Sesshoumaru after dinner and it was obvious she was developing feelings for the towering monolith. Though he was never happy to share her with another male, he was always delighted to see the chit get her heart broken. And she would definitely come to regret giving her heart to the cold daiyoukai. His disinterest in females beyond what he could find between their legs was widely known. It was yet another perfect setup for him. And she was living with this one. Maybe after he was done with her, she'd finally fall far enough to give him what he wanted… The dark hanyou smiled maliciously. He just had to sit back and be patient.
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It was Valentine's Day, and everyone met for lunch at Sesshoumaru's shiro for the ladies to pass out their treats. Kaneko had a 60+ hour a week work schedule, so she gave gourmet chocolates from a chocolate shop in her part of town made with sea salt in gold cardboard boxes. Shiori made decorated chocolate lollipops wrapped in cellophane and tied with curled ribbon and chocolate drizzled macaroons in cute heart-shaped boxes decorated with candy heart wrapping paper.
Their offerings paled in comparison to Kagome's boxes. Without the worry of funds or kitchen counter space, she had made a prodigious effort and all of her creations were sugar free so she had been free to nibble as she created. The outside of her boxes were red foil wrapping with red silk flowers affixed in the corner and strung with silver satin ribbons. She had placed her treats in little foil squares in her boxes with a small cellophane bag of chocolate covered dried cherries in the center. When she extended her arms to present Sesshoumaru's box, she whispered, "You'll get your card later," with a shy, crooked smile.
They teased and laughed, sampled and ooh'ed. They gossiped over their lunch of fresh sashimi on a bed of shredded daikon and salads of sprouts and baby leaves.
When at last it was time for them to go so Kagome and Sesshoumaru could train, he stood beside his chosen, his hand possessively at the small of her back, and nodded goodbyes to everyone as she embraced them on their way out. They closed the door behind them and Sesshoumaru was glad to have peace and quiet and his miko's whole attention again.
What he really wanted was to see this card she had gotten him that was special enough to be given in private, but they had training to do first. He took her small hand in his larger one and led her to the dojo. Though she was still heavy and out of shape, Sesshoumaru had to admit that she had potential. She did not move like she was encumbered by excess weight. Though her main problem was stamina, her clumsiness aside, she moved as a dancer would, with controlled, graceful movements, and she put everything into improving herself.
That is not to say she did so without complaint. Gods no. Often he wanted to gag her in the dojo as he did in the bedroom. His miko did not bear physical discomfort well, but he saw her lamentations for what they were: she actually minimized her physical pain by maximizing it verbally. By venting her hyperbolized complaints, she shifted the focus in her mind and freed herself to push harder. So despite the ache in his sensitive dog youkai ears, he allowed her idiosyncrasy.
After they finished their physical training, he carried her exhausted form back to the shiro, walking in to the dining room and sitting her down. After their sessions, she was always weary to the bones and he was not going to risk her falling and hurting herself outside on the gravel paths because she did not pick her feet up. He took his own seat and inclined his head for Jaken to bring in dinner. He brought in a giant tureen full of bouillabaisse, heavy on the tarragon, and ladled it into their bowls.
Kagome's eyes lit up and slumped shoulders straightened as she took a long, deep inhale of her favorite stew. They just kept spoiling her, but that didn't mean she was any less surprised when they did it again. She loved tarragon and especially adored bouillabaisse loaded with the herb.
Shortly after she was moved in, Jaken came to her and inventoried her personal tastes where food and beverages were concerned and there hadn't been a meal that hadn't been spectacular. If she was craving something, all she had to do was tell Jaken and he made it happen for her. He was amazing at combining flavors to create true culinary masterpieces. And, of course, she still had Sesshoumaru serving her occasionally and his skill was divine.
After dinner, they strolled into the den, where Sesshoumaru lit a fire. As he approached the couch, he saw the small, square piece of bamboo parchment in his chosen's lap. This was no card from the store. He stood, waiting until she motioned for him to approach, and then sat beside her on the edge of the seat, turned towards her. She exuded nervousness. She kept worrying her bottom lip and playing with the edges of the parchment. He held out his hand to rescue the document from further injury. She blushed and placed it in his palm.
He allowed himself to break eye contact with her and fully look at the handmade card. He turned the thick paper over and took a minute to admire the exquisite calligraphy of his chosen before he took in the words. He had first seen her penmanship on the Christmas ornament she had made for him and appreciated it then as well. She had a very well practiced hand and there was elegance and grace in her brush strokes. He wondered what had made her apply herself so much in the original learning of the skill. He focused on the words:
Vicious frost burned me
Golden suns melt heavy snow
Spring arrives at last
Do I dream? Am I awake?
Strong roots yield fragile blossoms.
He met her anxious eyes with his warm ones and nodded his approval. A tiny smile emerged from the corner of her lips as her eyes shone with happiness. One clawed hand reached out to cup her left cheek before lowering his head to nuzzle the other side. She didn't need words; he liked it.
She shifted her body to meet his, but that wasn't enough for him. He sat back in the deep sofa, moved his leg up on the seat and pulled her to sit between his legs, tucking her head beneath his chin and holding her close. His hand moved to her fall of midnight curls and he ran his fingers through them, providing the reassurance his miko needed after such a poignant expression of her feelings.
She rubbed her face against his neck and collarbone, taking deep breaths of his natural scent of woods and spice. It occurred to her that what comforted her were the very same things that comforted him and she smiled at the thought. She was supposed to have an inu soul, after all.
They lay like that, just holding each other and watching the crackling fire, breathing in the calming scents of each other coupled with wood smoke until the logs became coals. As the fire in the hearth burned down, they both started thinking about bed and the blood in their veins ignited to a slow burn.
It began with a touch here, a caress there, and before long, Kagome raised her lips in offering to her alpha, an offer he accepted with vigor.
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Long after he had played his chosen's body like a Poulenc sonata and her moans and screams of rapture had turned to the measured breathing of a deep, dreamless sleep, Sesshoumaru laid awake. He kept repeating the words of her poem in his mind. It was clearly an amateur work, but the sincerity of her feelings gave it life. She was feeling something she had never felt before. For some reason this reassured him. He knew she had loved in her relationships before and he still experienced jealousy when he thought about that, but whatever she was starting to feel now was new and unlike anything from the past. She was falling, but in an entirely different way. Yes, he definitely liked that.
For himself, he was astonished at the depth of feeling he was experiencing for his miko. What had started with an instinctual need to keep her close and protect her had blossomed into a burning, all consuming need to own her. He desired her in a way that made him question any attraction he had ever felt in his long years. It went beyond physical attraction, though he was definitely attracted to her even in her heavy body, and the more time he spent with her, becoming acquainted with who she was, making her smile with joy and moan in ecstasy, the more he needed her. Every time he touched her he was at war with the instincts and driving need that demanded he claim her.
He respected her determination and loyalty; he lived for her laughter and the way her scent spiked with arousal at the slightest stimulation. His every thought was of her; he worried for her safety, health and happiness. He imagined their future together, wondering what their pups would look like, if they would have their father's strength or their mother's purity of heart. Every decision he now made, it was with her in mind.
He questioned his decision to keep the benefits of their mating from her constantly. He understood she would consider it a betrayal after what they agreed, but his insecurity won out. He had to know that she wanted to be his, forever, before he told her she would be healed. He knew how she had been wounded when she lost her music and what it would mean to her to have it back. He also knew how self-conscious she was about the burn scars on her inner thighs and how they reminded her of that fiend. Logically, he was cognizant that she would never make such a serious choice based on anything other than love, but he did not want to be saddled with the weakness of always doubting her true feelings.
He wondered, since she had mentioned it in her poem, if she had dreamed of him as he had dreamed of her. His father and brother had never mentioned dreams so he had mostly written them off. He would tell her. It served no purpose keeping it to himself and even if she did not share them, he was sure it would only increase her confidence with him to know.
'Strong roots yield fragile blossoms…Yes, miko, this Sesshoumaru feels the same way.'

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