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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 38

It was such a simple touch, her hand in his, but her body thrummed at the contact. It just felt so good to be touching him again. This was definitely dangerous. After they got to the shiro, she couldn’t let him touch her. She needed to keep her head and if her body was flooding with lovey chemicals, she was guaranteed to get hurt if he tried keeping secrets again.

They reached the back door and he let go of her hand to open it for her. She stepped in and made her way to the kitchen. She knew he would try to pick her up and put her on the counter, so she sped up her steps, walking ahead of him, pulled out a barstool and quickly hopped up. He paused and looked at her for a moment, clearly reevaluating this change in his plan, and though there was a brief flash of something in his eyes, he blinked and it was gone.

He went into the refrigerator and piled his ingredients in his arms. He knew she had barely touched the breakfast he had made for her this morning and her stomach had been growling loudly since she had walked in the dojo, so he was making a large dinner. He reheated some leftover miso soup and set a bowl in front of her so she could start on something while he cooked.

He preheated the oven and set about wrapping the scallops in bacon before arranging them in a baking dish. He set two large copper skillets over high flame. He took out two thick ribeye steaks, sprinkled them with kosher salt and fresh ground, black pepper, and placed them in the pans. He placed the scallops in the oven and grabbed a bottle of port from cold storage, opening it to let it breathe. He returned and flipped the steaks. He turned to check on his chosen and saw she had already finished the soup. He took the bowl and spoon from her and placed them in the dishwasher. He poured her a glass of port—he could use all the help he could get—and grabbed two large, square, glazed china plates with hand painted cherry blossoms on a cream background from the butler’s pantry and set them on the counter. Jaken came in to grab the scallops and silverware and headed back out to the dining room.

Sesshoumaru plated the steaks and let them rest while he splashed port in both pans to deglaze them. He let the port evaporate for a few minutes then spooned the reduction sauce over the steaks. He picked up both plates and turned to his chosen to let her know it was time. She stood and preceded him into the dining room, stopping when she was suddenly unsure where to sit. He put their plates down and stepped around her to pull out the chair at his right.

Kagome sat and waited for him to take his seat. He lifted the serving tongs and selected several of the choicest scallops and put them on her plate before loading up his own. When he was done, Kagome picked up her fork and knife and tucked in.

She wasn’t disappointed. After savoring a delectable scallop, a grateful smile graced her lips and he nodded his acknowledgement.

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Over the course of dinner, Sesshoumaru had shamelessly filled Kagome’s port glass four times. She was already yawning at the table between the stress of the day and the effects of the alcohol and when he suggested they retire to the den, she sleepily nodded her head. He led her to the couch and took his seat at the end with his leg up spanning the couch, pulling his long hair over his shoulder. She had a look of indecision for a moment, casting a glance around the room to evaluate other seating options when he extended his hand to her and said, “Come.”

When a rebellious crinkle blossomed in her brow and she pursed her lips, he amended, “Please.”

Heaving a nervous sigh, she took a seat between his legs and leaned back into him, moving her legs up onto the cushions and crossing her ankles. His arms folded around her and held her close, delighting in the feel of her body against his. It had been so long that her entire body had changed. In their time apart, she had to have lost another 70 or 80 pounds. She was long and lean but still retained her bountiful curves. They were accentuated by her significantly narrowed waist that he could feel with the arm that circled her there. He longed to see what she looked like now under her training clothes, especially her strong legs, but he would have to be patient.

As he planned, in mere moments Kagome’s breathing leveled out and she passed into sleep. He lowered his head to bury his nose in her hair and settled into the first peaceful sleep he had experienced in two and a half months.

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Kagome and Sesshoumaru stayed like that, cuddled together and deep in sleep. Inuyasha had come looking for Kagome and having found her, snapped another picture with his phone to add to his one from Christmas before covering them with a blanket. He walked back to the guest wing and let them know Kaede would be getting the day off again. Jaken brought the family breakfast, then lunch, then dinner and the couple still slumbered on the couch in the den. Everyone agreed they needed their sleep and let them be.

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It was dark, but warm. She felt safe and protected. She wiggled into her bed and rubbed her face against the silky softness at her right cheek.

He awoke slowly, breathing in the sweet honeysuckle scent of his chosen. He remembered he had filled her with food and drink in an attempt to get her to cuddle and nap with him. It seemed to have worked. She was waking. He tightened his arms around her, holding her close now while she was still sleepy. When she fully awoke, she would start thinking too much again and probably pull away.

She stretched, muscles tensing before relaxing and realized she was restrained. She opened her eyes. There were arms around her, arms with magenta slashes on his wrists and forearms bearing the sign of his heritage. ‘Sesshoumaru.’ She squirmed in his hold and his arms loosened. She sat up and turned to look at him. It was dark in the room so she just barely made out the shine of his eyes in the dim moonlight filtering in through the windows. She realized there was a blanket over them. She asked, “Is it still tonight or is it tomorrow?”

He, too, had noticed the blanket. He took note of his body and realized he was hungry and thirsty. “This Sesshoumaru believes we slept the night and through the next day.” He thought for a moment. “Kagome, I do not sleep well any longer without your presence. Is it the same for you?”

“Yeah. Since I moved out, I take forever to get to sleep and wake up frequently. When it’s time to wake up, I can’t get myself out of bed.”

“Clearly our bodies have missed the rest we get when the other is near. I do not wish to rush you, but would you be open to sleeping together again? Nothing sexual, just sleeping in the same bed for the sake of both of our health. You have been training very hard and you need your sleep to stay healthy.”

She thought about that. She felt awake for the first time in forever though what she really wanted was to have a big breakfast and go back to bed with him. She had a feeling he was having the same thought. She had always been fiercely protective of her sleep and the promise of real rest was too much to ignore, despite her misgivings. She’d just been so exhausted since this mess started. “How about a quick breakfast and we go crash some more?”

He could barely believe she had just said that, but he wasn’t about to make her question it. He didn’t have words, so merely nodded his ascent.

She smiled a soft smile and got up, stretching with her arms linked high over her head. “I really wish I’d eaten that quiche you made yesterday. It sounded delicious and I’m starving.”

He cracked a fanged smirk. “It is a good thing there are plenty of leftovers to reheat, then.”

Her ears perked and she spun to look at him. “Really?”

He stood up and extended his hand. “Come.”

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After gorging herself on an entire pie plate of quiche, Kagome sat back in her chair and sighed, a blissful expression on her face and her hands holding her stomach. Sesshoumaru had watched her with amusement and was responsible for serving each new piece on to her plate. For himself, he had eaten nearly a whole tuna and felt how Kagome looked: satisfied.

He stood, waiting for her to take his offered hand and led her down the family wing to his…their…chambers. He was thanking every Kami he could think of for this chance to hold her in his bed once again and if he was honest with himself, he was actually feeling…nervous.

She walked close to him, trusting his eyes in the dark, and when he let go to place his hand at the small of her back to usher her through the doorway, she stepped forward with confidence. She waited while he went to the night stand to light a lamp, then as intimate light flooded the room, pooling mostly in the area of the raised bed, she became shy and embarrassed. When she was safely on her side of the bed, he thankfully extinguished the light again.

One thing for sure, she was definitely not getting naked, but it wouldn’t kill her to remove her red miko hakama and thick, white tabi socks. She turned away from him and reached for the ties of her pants, pulling the bow free, slipping her thumb under the waist of the garment and pulling the string back into the waistband. It was a good thing they were drawstring, because they were the only pants she could wear anymore. With nothing holding them up, they pooled to the floor and she stepped out of them. She bent at the waist, picking them up and folding them in half before hanging them over a chair. She lifted each foot and slipped off her socks, placing them together on top of her hakama, then slipped her hands up the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra. She wiggled and wormed her way out of her supportive lingerie while keeping herself covered with her shirt and finally pulled it out the bottom, then shoved her arms back in the sleeves, turned to pull back the covers and slipped inside.

Sesshoumaru was in total shock. As he disrobed, he had watched her, curious to see just how much of her body she would reveal. When her hakama dropped to the floor, he was astonished just how much, or rather how little, the bulky, ballooned pants hid. Her legs, the part of her body he most dreamed about, had once been wonderful but were now absolutely magnificent. Her calves were so finely chiseled with dense muscle he could see how they rippled with every movement. Her thighs were now sleeker versions of her previously large, strong ones. By optical illusion, her legs appeared a foot longer and he wanted to lick every inch of them. He had been captivated by her legs, yes, but it wasn’t until she bent over that he lost the capacity for thought.

She bent straight from the waist for only a moment, but the hem of her shirt rode up and he saw a small swatch of Prussian blue fabric with the impossible print of white crescent moons covering her femininity and the high, proud curves of her bottom: his mark, covering his chosen most intimately. He knew she hadn’t been the one to pick them out since she hadn’t left the shiro, but he would find the one responsible and gift them with their most profound wish. He couldn’t help but wonder if she understood the significance. No…she could not. When she had put them on yesterday morning, she had been furious with him. Still…he would remember that sight forever. He had been hard as stone instantly from that brief glimpse.

He tried to calm his flesh, but it was a fruitless battle. He climbed under the covers and waited with anticipation to see if she would stay on her side of the bed or if she would come to him. Long moments stretched and he could hear the accelerated beat of her heart. He let her figure out what she was comfortable with while he went over Feudal Era land contract details in an effort to distract himself long enough to ease the pressure in his groin—if she did come over to his side, he did not wish to upset her.

Over an hour he waited. She was tossing and turning on her side of the bed; he was still but was no closer to finding sleep. He heard the occasional yawn from her and knew she was as tired as he, but he wasn’t going to push her. At long length, Kagome flopped on her back, arms spread wide and huffed a frustrated sigh. ‘Now that is promising…’

She stared up into the canopy in its shades of black and chewed on her bottom lip. Finally, in a small whine she asked, “Sesshoumaru?”

“Hn.”

“I can’t sleep,” she said in a defeated tone.

The corner of his lips quirked up before he stretched out his left arm and said, “Come, miko.”

She crawled across the bed and settled against him. All his hard work getting his erection under control was defeated as he saw her large, unbound breasts swaying through the significant gap created by the overlarge garment she was still wearing. And then she settled against him and he felt them press into his side… He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around her. He soothed both of them with a soft, deep purring growl and not long after his chosen drifted off did he find peace in slumber.

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