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Only Human	By : Midnight-Prince Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 13854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rin concentrated on the sounds. The soft crackling of the fire, the whisper of her breathing and the thumping of her heart all resonated with her. Her eyes had drifted closed but her mind was awake filled with the sensations of her body. She was aware of every rise and fall of her chest and the exact position her legs tangled around the silky sheets. She could feel the curl of her fingers and the bend of her arms. She knew her long black hair must have been splayed over the covers as locks of it rested on her cheek and under her arms. The things she tried to avoid thinking of was the drying stickiness that coated her stomach and the slight discomfort between her legs. Rin laid still to avoid increasing her awareness of either. She breathed and felted the softness of the bed under her body. The warmth from the fire softly touched her skin causing her body to feel calm. It was a feeling that opposed her mind. Thoughts rushed through her head in an endless loop of confusion and shock. Many questions graced her mind. The one that repeated itself the most was what should she do now? The only resounding answer she had was the same answer she had lived by her whole life; follow Lord Sesshomaru and obey him.
   She allowed her eyes to flutter open and gazed lazily into the room. The fireplace stood on wall across from her constructed with large unpolished stone. Two large high back chairs lay in front of it facing the flames with a heavy wooden side table set between them. The walls were bare and forlorn. Her Lord didn’t bother decorating his chambers with unnecessary flourishes. The only form of decoration that graced his walls. A large worn scroll painting that had a finely printed image of a great dog demon dominating the skies over the Western Lands hung on the wall adjacent to the fireplace. The regal red borders had faded into a dull version of what it once was. The rolling hills that laid beneath the demons paws seemed too like soft greyish forms rather than the beautiful land that it must once have appeared to be. Even the stark white fur of the dog demon had started to yellow along the edges. His silver locks of fur still whipped around his body in the wind in its original vibrant color. Rin’s eyes stared into the golden yellow eyes of the proud canvas figure. She allowed her mind to empty of her questions and her awareness of her situation. Rin focus on the mix of thin and bold brush strokes. She wondered offhandedly how it was made and how long it had been there.
  She wasn’t sure how long she had laid in her Master’s bed before the heavy door to the room swung open again.
Her eyes landed on his form and watched as he glided over to her. His features were neutral again, his eyes hard and unreadable. He stood over her his cold eyes roved over the expanse of her body. Her own stayed glued to his face. She knew then by looking at him that it had already happened. He had already slip his cold indifferent mask back on again and she knew she would not be able to break it again for a while. He knelt over her and she watched as his soft white locks swept around his shoulder. He swiftly grabbed her wrist and yanked her up into his body. Rin winced from the pain of his grip and the sudden movement of her sore body. She fell into him sharply. Rin felt like she was made of nothing more than air with how he handled her. Sesshomaru grabbed her chin with a rough hand and she met his hard golden eyes.
   “Lord Sesshomaru,” she breathed.
    He said nothing and was shocked when her body relax into him. She still held her trust. She meet his gaze with half lidded eyes and never moved once to question his motives. It puzzled him. He had never known the human to be anything but a bundle of questions and irritating impulses. Perhaps tonight she just knew better. He released her chin and snaked his arms around her body effortlessly lifting her from the bed. Rin nuzzled her head into his chest and lightly gripped the thin white fabric of his robe in her fingers. He carried her to the outdoor hot spring on property. As the Lord of the house he was the only one permitted to use it and knew they would have privacy.
The spring was small and well hidden by tall trees and shrubs. The servants had discreetly placed two folded towels and two clean robes by the edge of the water. They had left clay cups of cool water and soaps as well. Rin hadn’t even known of the existence of the spring until that night. She glanced at Lord Sesshomaru’s perfect features expecting to be placed on the ground. Instead she felt the sudden absence of the heat of his body and was greeted by cold night air as she fell from his arms. The hot steamy water enveloped her form. She heard the harsh splashing of water and her dark hair whipped around her violently. Rin’s arms flailed as she fought to break the surface. She meet the cold night air once again and was completely brought out of her euphoric state from moments ago.
   Rin felt the anger rise up in her. That conceited jerk! Her eyes feel on his form. He stood on the edge of the spring disrobing himself with his usual regal elegance. He had every intention of pretending he didn’t just chuck his ward into the water. He eyed her with his hands still working on his robe.
   “Lord Sesshomaru,” Rin tried to say nicely, “What was that for?” She was more hurt than angry after the inshall shock wore off. The night had been magical. Why was he being so stand-offish now?
   “Punishment,” he said simply.
    She let her mouth fall open.
    He let his robe drop to the ground and gilded into the steamy water. He ignored Rin as he lowered himself into the pool. He gracefully moved over to her and stared blankly down at her. Perhaps he enjoyed tormenting her a little too much lately. It almost reminded him of the enjoyment he got out of spitting his hanyou brother.
    Her eyes were fixed on the surface of the water glaring down at the rippled reflection of the moon. Her face was red with the heat of the spring. He raised an eyebrow scrutinizing her further. Perhaps her blush was something else? He grabbed her chin again and raised her face to look at him. He watched her blush darken and almost let out a laugh. Humans were an interesting breed indeed. Even after bedding her the woman still managed to be embarrassed by his presences.
   She found her willfulness again and spoke to him indignantly, “punishment for what?”
   “For entering my chambers without being called.”
He watched her struggle for some kind of response but she clearly had none to offer. She settled for an apology which she felt like she was doing a lot of lately.
   “Don’t,” he told her gruffly before turning away from her. She sighed and sank into the water half expect to spend the rest of the evening in silence until Lord Sesshomaru approached her again holding the soaps that had been left on the edge. He didn’t say anything only took her by the upper arm pulling her toward him. The water sloshed around her body creating tiny waves in the steamy pool. Lord Sesshomaru unceremoniously began scrubbing her body. He began with her shoulders. He poured the liquid soap into his clawed hands and rubs her skin with it. The soft scent of crushed flowers and oil greeted Rin’s nose. She was familiar with the homemade ointment and bathed with it often. One of the servants made it for her when she was little and she had been in love with it ever since.
    Sesshomaru’s hands busied themselves with cleaning her body. His face showed her none of the care that his hands did. He carefully cleansed each breast and made sure to clear what was left of the dried cum on her belly. He messaged her back with the soap and ever so gently cleaned the delicate area of her womanhood and behind. Rin’s eyes had at some point squeezed shut during the cleansing trying to keep herself from becoming overrun with embarrassment. She wasn’t sure when but she had also covered her chest with her arms resting two closed fist at the base of her neck. When Lord Sesshomaru finished with her body he pulled her arms away from her causing her eyes to again snap open. His unemotional visage gave her no hints as to what he would do next but she soon found out as she felt the gooey soap dowse her hair. She felt rather childish with the way he treated her. There was no intimacy in his touch and he rubbed her scalp with the efficiency of an annoyed parent.
   “Under,” he said to her coldly and she obliged by sinking her head under the surface of the water. They repeated the process a couple times until her Lord was satisfied. He released her and settled into his silence perfectly content to enjoy the rest of his bath without addressing her. He should have known better.
   “My Lord,” she started softly. He glanced at her and her lips froze. Where to begin? What to ask? Everything seemed so jumbled in her mind. It all seemed too hard for her to pick out what really was important. Rin knew the severity of her situation. She knew that things would never be the same between them and yet she could not bring herself to discuss those chances. Lord Sesshomaru seemed content in leaving the issue alone and pretending it wasn’t there or not important enough for him to bother with. She knew that it being too trivial for him was a falsehood as his pride would not allow him to leave his decision to mate a human alone for too long. Maybe for tonight though he had a point. Maybe for tonight it was best to leave the afterglow of their deed linger for a while. Rin allowed herself to smile at him and started again, “Lord Sesshomaru, it’s my turn.”
   He raised a silent eyebrow to her.
   “I’d like to return the favor if you’ll let me.”
   He grunted at her neither accepting nor denying her request. Leaving her plea unanswered always meant that she could decide for herself what to do but she better be careful with how she did it. She waded over to the edge of the hot spring and picked at the containers of homemade soaps. She brought them to her nose and picked out the scents she recognized on his body. He always smelled of pine and spice. She approached him cautiously. He was sitting down on a submerged stone in the water eyeing her with his golden predatory eyes. She lathered her hands with the soap and carefully pressed her hands onto his flesh. She tried to bath him with the same professional indifference that he had shown to her but she couldn’t keep the blood from rushing to her checks nor could she look him in the eyes. As she completed her work on his chest and back she reached to cleanse his lower extremities until a deep gruff voice broke their silence.
   “Don’t unless you want me to take you again right where you stand.”
   Rin quickly retreated and brought her hand back out of the water. Although the prospected appealed to her on a physical level she did not think it would be a good idea. She knew her body couldn't take that again so soon after her first time. Not to mention she didn't know how her heart felt. She instead concentrated on the momentous task of washing his hair. She cleaned the long white tendrils in sections starting at the top. "Um Master," she spoke softly to him not expecting a reply, "can you please dunk your head?" A couple moments passed before he complied and sunk under the surface of the water. He came up and pushed the strands of hair off his forehead and sat back in his place Rin let the soft long locks weave in between her fingers. The wet strands felt heavy in her hands. Her small hands struggled with untangling and washing the curtain of hair. By the time she got halfway down she couldn’t keep quiet anymore. The silence felt heavy to her adding to the uneasiness she felt deeply inside of her. It was a good idea not to talk about it right away. She should wait for him to be ready. Rin sighed who did she think she was kidding. She would never get her answers unless she pushed.
   “Why do you make it sound so bad?” she whispered. He wouldn’t have been able to hear it if it wasn’t for his demon senses.
   “What?”
   “Taking me,” she said not stopping her work with his hair. “Why did you make it sound like making love again was a bad thing?”
   He didn’t answer her or even give a slight twitch of his muscles. Maybe that was the wrong question.
   “Why did you even touch me in the first place?” her voice came out extremely quiet. She had never spoken to him like that before. She had never challenged his actions. She had never doubted him and this time she had earn a reaction from her Lord. She knew that he had regained his sense of pride and wondered if he would despise her now. She wondered what he would say or do to make himself feel justified and righteous again. He turn around to face her and grabbed a hold of her wrist. His glare was menacing in its intensity. She looked away and he placed a strong clawed hand on her throat making her look at him.
  His voice resonated through all her begin when he spoke, “because I wanted too.”
  She didn’t know whether she wanted to scream or cry. How he changed his tune so quickly? He had told her while deep in their intimate pleasure that he cared for her. He allowed the truth to slip. Rin shuttered to think that he may never allow himself to be honest again. Instead letting his arrogance rule. She tried desperately to get it back. “Is that all Lord Sesshomaru? Is that the only reason? I’ve always been nothing more than a whim to you?” she knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t have been or he would have abandoned her a long time ago. If he truly cared nothing for her he never would have given her another chance to decide whether or not follow him after living with the old Miko. He never would have brought her back to life twice or risked his own countless times to save her. No she had to be more than a whim to him.
   He glared at her but this time she wasn’t going to let it go. He wasn’t going to intimidate her out of getting the answers she wanted. “My Lord what do I mean to you honestly?”
   She watch his face contort ever so slightly with anger and a deep warning growl came from his throat.
   “I am not afraid of you my Lord," she tried to appear brave as best she could with the dog demon's claws a squeeze away from ending her life.
   “You should be.”
   Rin blinked at him a couple times waiting for a response. He slowly released her from his hold and sent her stumbling back into the spring. He settled back into the water without saying a word. Damn human!
    “I know you hate humans my Lord. I understand that but I also know that your distaste for them isn’t as strong as you’d like to believe.”
  “Rin,” he used her name as a threat and a warning, “don’t speak for me.”
   She froze waiting to hear more.
   “I bedded you because you were ripe for the taking and your body wanted it. I will have you again if you tempt me. Don’t read into it any more than that,” he rose from the water as he spoke and exited the hot spring. He grabbed the towel and the clean white robe that lay waiting for him. He didn’t glance over his shoulder to see if she would follow him. He knew she would. Rin dried and wrapped her pruning body in the soft pink robe. The silent pair headed back inside for the night and parted ways to sleep in their own chambers.
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