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Strength	By : djserani Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 5963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a good thing she'd pulled the rope. She couldn't find her travelling clothes anywhere. When Yuki got up to her room, she had her leggings and haori with her. Relieved, Rin quickly explained that she was going to spar with her lord and needed to change right away.
Yuki was so fast that Rin's head almost spun. She was in her fighting clothes in a hurry and was pulling on her light shoes and grabbing her weapons before the formal kimonos were even off the floor. She strapped her kukri onto her waist and had her staff in her hand and she was out the door.
The whole thing probably took no more than a few minutes, but Rin didn't want to waste a single minute of her time with Sesshomaru. When she walked into the entryway a moment later, he was already there.
He wore his kimono and hakama and shoes, but his armor had been left in his room. He was so beautiful to her; she had to collect her scattered thoughts every time she saw him. He held no weaponry and she tilted her head in confusion.
"There are weapons in the dojo. Come." And he headed down into the bailey. Rin caught up to him quickly and they made a path straight for the larger donjon in the western-most corner of the castle. When they stepped into the main room, she noticed the wall of weaponry to one side. Swords, axes, halberds, spears, staves - every possible melee weapon one could think of filled the wall to her left. To the right was a line of fighting dummies.
She turned to the right of the door where a bench was set against the wall and she unsheathed her weapons, then took off the sheath belt and her haori for better movement. When she turned around to face Sesshomaru, she would have dropped her weapons if she hadn't been holding on to them so tightly.
He'd taken off his kimono and was bare-chested. She stared at his lean chest and could, quite literally, feel the drool forming in her mouth. Right at that moment, Rin could not remember a single time she'd ever seen him bare-chested, much less completely naked. She was sure she had - she did remember him cleaning up after fights. But she could not remember a single instance right then.
Instead, any cloudy memories she had of him from the past were gone and replaced by the vision she had of him now. His lean, sculpted chest was the same pale color as the rest of him. There were twin sets of purple stripes that curved around his ribs, similar to those on his cheeks. He was not muscular, he didn't need to be, but he was, in a word, beautiful.
She remembered to close her mouth, but she had to swallow or she very well might have drooled all over the dojo floor. She shook her head to clear it and only belatedly remembered to tie the sleeves on her kimono closed so she could fight better.
He had picked up a simple longsword in his right hand and stood opposite her. She bowed formally, the honor of a fight and moved into her fighting stance, kukri at the ready. He returned the bow, raised his sword and stepped slightly forward.
He swung his sword toward her and she easily parried it. They moved in silence except for the clang of swords. Rin was grateful that he was taking it easy on her because, despite her training, she would never be able to best him. But the physical activity was helping her to release some of the tension.
She twisted on the ball of her foot and came in low in an attempt to surprise him. She seemed to, but of course he was too fast for her to actually connect. Not that she really wanted to hurt him, not that she ever could, for that matter.
However, the move she made had her getting much closer to him and she could feel the heat from his body as she turned. As she stood from her crouch, she came face to face with him, and she felt her breath leave her in a huff. He was so close, her heart started pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the sparring. She could smell him, some scent that had nothing to do with external fragrance and everything to do with him.
His eyes bored into hers and they both paused a moment, their breathing erratic and Rin realized that his lips were only a very short distance from hers. If she stood on tiptoe, they'd meet, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his eyes. Something shifted in them, he turned his head to someone who had walked in and the spell was broken.
Rin backed away, and moved over to the bench. She took a towel off of the pile at the end to wipe her face and try to marshal her thoughts. Her body seemed to be going crazy. She realized this was how she often felt after waking up from her dreams of him.
Sesshomaru tried to keep his mind on the guard who had come in and answer his question, but it was extremely difficult. He wanted nothing more than to toss him out into the bailey, slam and lock the doors, grab Rin and take her to mate right that very moment. It was taking every ounce of concentration he could muster to pay attention to the other demon.
He watched as the guard turned his head to look at Rin. Sesshomaru immediately recognized the look in the other demon's eyes before he masked it. He'd sensed her heat. Apparently, however, self-preservation overrode any thoughts on mating. Sesshomaru wasn't really interested in having to kill him right now, anyway.
He gave him orders to take care of the bandits who had started to raid the village on the northern borders of his lands and dismissed the guard. He took another second to collect his thoughts before turning back to Rin. There she stood, her back to him, her face in the towel. He wondered if the closeness was affecting her as much as it was him.
How was he going to handle this? Every twenty-eight days this would happen! Every month he would be faced, yet again, with her fertility. Every month, she would go into heat and he would go crazy!
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing himself to absorb her scent once again. Then, very carefully, he pushed his demon back and moved back into the middle of the room. "Do you wish to continue?"
She seemed a bit startled, but put the towel back down and turned to him. "Of course, my lord!"
She picked up her swords again, but he stopped her. "Let's work with your hand to hand." Again, she seemed a little surprised, but shrugged and set the weapons down before meeting him in the middle of the floor.
She bowed and he returned it, then they both dropped into a fighting stance. He moved in slowly and turned to try to sweep her feet out from under her. To his surprise, she responded quickly and avoided it.
He had no idea why he pushed her to try hand to hand fighting. He didn't need to get any closer to her. He should have known better. The swords at least allowed a bit of distance. But every attack and every parry mean that he could feel the heat of her body. Every time she turned, her scent pushed itself into his nose again.
Every time they got close, it was harder and harder to ignore the blush on her cheeks from the exertion. It was more difficult to not stop her and pull her against him and pour his frustrations into a kiss that would leave her in no doubt to whom she belonged.
He tried to ignore it. He tried to avoid it, but in the end, he was more human than he would ever have considered himself to be. Or, maybe, it was the demon. Later, he would try to figure it out. Another time, he would consider it carefully.
But not now.
When she turned next and tried to hit him, he grabbed her by the shoulders. He took the briefest of moments to look into her eyes and then he crushed her up against him. It never occurred to him that she wouldn't want it. It never entered his mind that she might try to push him away.
She didn't.
Instead, her arms snaked up around his neck and grasped the hair at the base of his skull and pulled him into herself. She tilted her head and he needed no more encouragement than that. His lips came down on hers as if he'd been waiting for this from the moment he'd been born. And maybe he had.
She tasted�exquisite. His lips moved over hers, feeling the softness, learning the shape. When he touched them briefly with his tongue, they parted to allow him entrance. He deepened the kiss without hesitation and her grip in his hair tightened as if she was trying to merge herself with him.
Perhaps she was. Perhaps that's what he wanted, too. Having tasted her, he suddenly could not understand how he had managed to avoid touching her for all those years. He could have kissed her a hundred, no a thousand times over.
The heat from her body seeped into his and he was sure they would have gone up in flames. They broke apart for the briefest of seconds, her chest rising and falling in the desperate need to take in air. He found himself fighting against everything that was him to keep his demon in check. He wanted her. Not just a kiss, not just a touch. He wanted her.
He knew it was a bad idea. He never should have taken the first. But then he leaned in and took it again. The second kiss was his undoing and his hand moved around to the front of her body and he cupped her full breast. He could feel the hard nipple against the palm of his hand and he wanted nothing more than to lean down and taste it.
Then, Rin's head dropped back and she moaned loudly. The sound broke through Sesshomaru's temporary insanity and he realized just what he was doing. Carefully, infinitely carefully, he set her apart from him. He stared at her a moment before turning on his heel, picking up his kimono and heading to the door of the dojo. He paused on the threshold and turned, giving her one last, long look, his desire and frustration plainly evident on his face. Then he turned, stepped out the dojo door, and took to the air, turning toward the mountains in the distance.
* * *
Rin stood still as a statue, staring at the place he had last been. It could have been two minutes or two hours since he left, and she would have had no idea. She touched her fingers to her lips, unconsciously holding the feeling of his there for another moment.
What had just happened? Obviously, he'd kissed her, but no, it was much, much more than that. There was almost a desperation to his kiss as if he was trying to figure something out.
But what�? She began pacing the dojo, but every time she passed the spot where they'd kissed, it came back to haunt her. So, she pulled her haori on, picked up her weapons and made her way back to the keep, her brain running a mile a minute the whole way.
When she walked into her room, she dropped her weapons on the bed and went straight for the balcony. She somehow instinctively knew he wasn't in his rooms next door. What was happening to her? To them? And why had he left like that?
I can answer that one. The inner voice was back.
Rin paused. "Kagome?"
Yes. I'm your conscience. Now, I know why he left. Rin paced to the end of the balcony and stared at the mountains in the distance.
Why? She answered inner-Kagome.
You're human. That was it, that was all she said and it opened a chasm a mile wide between her and Sesshomaru. Her inner-Kagome was right. She was still human and no amount of training or education could change that. For them to be together meant that he would never have children because he would never create hanyou.
But why now? What was different now? She slowly walked back to the other end of the balcony. She was grown, for one thing. She was no longer the small skinny little girl that asked for nothing but to be allowed to be in his company.
If she was being honest with herself, she didn't ask for anything now. That didn't make a difference, though, and she knew it. It wasn't about things. It wasn't about asking of him.
So, then, what? And why did it hurt so much when he left?
There's another one I can answer. That one's easy. Inner-Kagome almost seemed gleeful.
Rin stopped. Oh?
Uh huh! Inner-Kagome actually giggled. You're in love with him! Rin could swear she heard a full cackle in her head.
In love with him? Of course she loved him! That was nothing new. She'd loved him for years.
Uh uh uh! You're not being honest with yourself. It's not the same love you felt when you were eight, and you know it.
That much was true. When she was eight, he was a savior. He'd brought her back from the dead and, even though he'd never admitted it, he'd taken care of her. He'd retrieved her time and again from those who sought to get to him through her. He was, in short, a hero.
Over the next few years, that had changed to something more of a love for an authority figure. Never quite parental, but certainly not adult love. While she was with the miko, though, things had changed more.
She remembered more than once how her heart had thumped in excitement when he visited. She remembered her dreams of him. And now�
Now, that kiss was much more indicative of how she felt. She wanted the whole thing. She wanted the physical love, the trust, his life. Dear Kami, she was in love with him!
This was horrible. There was no way he'd love her back the same way. And even if he might have felt a fraction of what she did, he'd never let himself feel it. And even then�she was still human. It all circled back to that.
She leaned against the balcony and stared out into the ocean. There was still the problem of now. What had changed over the last day and a half? Something was even different from when he picked her up from Kaede's. But what?
She studied the few wisps of cloud that hung over the ocean and watched as the gulls dipped down to the surface of the water, taking in their food. What would he sense? She wasn't due for her monthly cycle, so it wasn't that. She hadn't changed in any other way, except maybe to take a bath, but she somehow didn't think that being clean would do this to him.
At a loss for an answer, she went back into the room. Removing her leggings and haori, she lay down and didn't notice the tears that streaked down her cheeks as she fell asleep.
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