In the Classroom | By : kuronekosama Category: InuYasha > General Views: 12431 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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~~~~~~7:50 a.m., School Parking Lot~~~~~~
Rin felt uneasy as soon as Sesshoumaru pulled his car into the teachers’ parking lot at the high school. The feeling stemmed from the possibility that someone might see her getting out of his car, …and she felt uneasy that such a thing should bother her. These people don’t matter to me, right? Isn’t that what I decided? Though she realized that her reason for discretion was for Sesshoumaru’s protection, rather than her own, it was only a small consolation. Sesshoumaru put the car into park, jarring Rin from her thoughts, and she removed her seatbelt.
“Why don’t you run on ahead? I’ll see you at lunch, either way,” he said, unfastening his own seatbelt. Rin looked at him, surprised but relieved, and looked about the parking lot to see if any other faculty were milling their way towards the school. One was, but his back was already to them as he made his way to the front doors. Rin leaned over the armrest and landed a kiss on Sesshoumaru’s cheek, hoping that he picked up on her feelings behind the kiss. Thank you for understanding…
“Have a good morning, Sess,” she whispered to his ear. Then securing her hold on the backpack on her lap, she pulled the door handle, hearing it click as it opened, and stepped up and out of his car. Carefully hefting her book-bag onto her shoulder, Rin took a fast pace to the sidewalk leading away from the parking lot. It was usual to see her on it, though—her father used to drop her off there every morning. Rin sighed, looking down at the sidewalk and watching her school shoes click against the cement. I should call him…
~~~~~~Phys. Ed~~~~~~
Rin was not looking forward to the fall fitness tests that she had to make up—the fifty-yard dash and pull-ups, both of which required her ribs’ full cooperation. If I can’t do it, the teacher won’t ask, anyway—nothing to worry about. The teacher set the other girls to playing volleyball, with her assistant watching, and escorted Rin out to the track field for both tests. Since it was close to lunchtime, the air was getting heavy with heat and humidity. Rin felt her skin start to moisten from merely walking underneath the noontime sun as she and the teacher, a fair woman in her early thirties named Mrs. Roenstein, walked to the dash line on the high school’s three-year-old track.
“Did your project go well yesterday?” she asked, her southern accent very obvious. Rin smiled and nodded, commenting that she and her teacher got a lot of work done. There’s an understatement. Mrs. Roenstein smiled, commenting further,
“I was speaking with Miss Hanazawa, and she said that you might tryout for the track team?” Rin blinked, wondering how much Yukino really talked about her, and inwardly squirmed, not sure why it bothered her.
“Uhm, yes. She gave me a note saying that the pre-tryout practices started on Friday. I think I’ll go.” Rin saw the teacher’s eyes light up, and she raised one eyebrow.
“I was hoping you’d say that! I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m the track coach. I always thought you were a fast runner, but you never came to tryouts…I thought I had made it obvious that I wanted you to at least tryout, but…I suppose my way of subtlety is too subtle,” she laughed out, scratching behind her ear. A confused look came over Rin’s face, and she realized that she had missed all the signals that Mrs. Roenstein had ever sent her—the mentions of track meets and how Rin “should go see them.” Am I that dense?! Her mother had passed away only a couple of weeks before school started last year, so Rin had an excuse for being distracted, but she wished that she had paid more attention to the world around her.
“Oh…uhm, thanks. The practice does start after school on Friday, right?” Rin said. The teacher nodded, gesturing that Rin should stand at the starting point.
“Yes, we’ll be doing sprints for about thirty minutes, and then a few laps around the track for an hour. Then you can go home. We’re hoping to get started on conditioning for the freshman girls, but since you’re a senior and trying out for the first time, you might want to jog a bit in the mornings by yourself.” Rin nodded, taking it in a little at a time. I’m going to need some sweats to wear.
The teacher got her set at the dash line and jogged down to the fifty-yard mark. Fiddling with her stopwatch for a couple of seconds, she then yelled for Rin to get ready and held up her arm. Rin crouched down over the dash line, setting her feet in the stirrups. The teacher yelled ‘set,’ and Rin took herself off of her haunches, looking straight ahead. No pain…no gain.
“Go!!” Rin pushed off, hearing the scrape of her tennis shoes against the track stirrups, and her heartbeat was immediately audible in her head. She felt her face heating up and her legs moderately burning with use. Her shoes smacked the track turf, and Rin bit down on her lower lip when a severely painful jab got her in her right side. Knowing that she should have told the teacher that she needed a few more days, Rin shoved the thought away, and just concentrated on getting to the finish line. It felt like only a second had gone by as she ducked towards the goal, halting her leg movement and slowing down. Her ribs throbbed with pain, but Rin was happy to note that she had run without making it too noticeable. Forcing herself not to rub her ribs, she turned around, looking at the teacher questioningly as she caught her breath. The teacher was staring at the stopwatch, her mouth open a little. She blinked a couple of times and looked up, making an excited noise.
“Wow, Rin!!! You just broke the school record!”
~~~~~~Lunch, Tuesday~~~~~~
“And then she said that I had broken the school record!” Rin said excitedly, bouncing on the bench in her enthusiasm. Sesshoumaru’s mouth fell open as his eyes widened. Whoa…
“You have to be joking,” Sesshoumaru said, still astounded. Rin shook her head, smiling and giddy. She’s beautiful when she’s this happy.
“No joke! Pre-tryout practice starts after school on Friday so I’m hoping that we can stop by a store on the way back to get myself some running clothes because I plan to jog in the mornings!” Rin declared, fisting one hand. Sesshoumaru looked at her skeptically.
“I don’t know, Rin…you have enough trouble getting up at 6:30. To jog you’d have to get up at six, you know.” Sesshoumaru watched as Rin’s shoulders sagged a little and a sad look hung about her eyes.
“Oh, yeah…” Rin made an exasperated noise here. “I’m going to die,” Rin said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Sesshoumaru laughed lightly, watching the breeze play with her bangs. It was only a little cooler today, but the trees were giving some nice shade, even if they didn’t let much more than a few breezes float through.
“You’ll be fine, I’m sure. As long as your ribs get better by the time the practices start.” He saw Rin look up at him, confused, and her mouth opened. Oh crap…
“How did you know my ribs still hurt?” Sesshoumaru nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well…I don’t have classes to teach during your PE period, so…”
“You watch me during class?” Rin said, her voice higher and more incredulous. Sesshoumaru held up his hands, trying to ward off her anger.
“I’m just checking up on you, I swear. And it's not like I don’t have reason,” he argued, pointing his finger at her. Rin squinted her eyes. He always acts so cocky.
“And what reason is that? I can get through the school day without help, you know.” Rin crossed her arms, unconsciously fidgeting, as Sesshoumaru looked her over.
“I saw your face when you had your back to the PE teacher…and I know your expressions now, so you can’t hide the pain from me,” he said, his tone turning serious. Rin’s entire day was starting to deflate, and she huffed, slouching a bit. Hissing when the motion pressed down on her still-healing ribs, Rin immediately straightened again.
“See what I mean?” Sesshoumaru said, leaning forward and setting his hand on the bench. Rin turned a half-angry look upon him, but his demeanor didn’t let her hold the expression for very long. She looked away, hoping that the mood would change while her eyes were averted.
Why does he always have to be right? Rin didn’t want to admit that his extra years had given him a bit more authority on many things…or that when she was inwardly delighted rather than shocked when he confessed his voyeurism. She did hope, though, that her ribs felt better by Friday, or else she would have to live through an hour and a half of torture.
“We should take you to the hospital to make sure one of your ribs isn’t cracked,” Sesshoumaru said from behind her.
Rin’s heart dropped to her stomach at the prospect of having to visit a hospital, and she pivoted around on her hip, whipping her head back to him. I can’t go there! I’ll be so embarrassed!
“I don’t want to—!” Rin's words came to a dead stop. She hadn’t noticed how close Sesshoumaru had brought himself while her head was turned. When she spun back around, her chest had brushed against his and his face loomed above hers—very, very close. She stumbled her words, seeing him lick his lips as his gaze remained fixed on her mouth. “I-I don’t…don’t w-want…t-to go there.” She brought in a fast, soft breath, feeling his arm against her back and his hand upon her knee. Her heart found its way back to her chest and pounded on her ribs, reminding her that she was still nervous when she was alone with him.
A warm breeze, very softly meandering through the trees that crowded in around them, slid over them from Rin’s direction. Rin felt as if the wind was gently blowing her to him, encouraging her. Is this what they call… Letting the thought trail off, Rin languidly licked her lips, letting them fall open and watching his eyes for the right moment. I want him to kiss me.
Another breeze, stronger this time, played with Rin’s skirt as it blew past her, towards the man holding her. I want him to touch me. It suddenly didn’t matter to her that Sesshoumaru was older—he was warm and alive, and his affections were just as strong, if not stronger, than her own. His concern for her was always visible, but he didn’t coddle her. He treated her like a woman should be treated. I want him to love me.
At that moment, Rin finally stopped thinking of Sesshoumaru as her teacher.
She automatically tilted her head back into his palm, and his eyes half-closed as his mouth hovered over her. Rin wanted his kiss so badly right at that moment. She opened her mouth a bit more, pulling herself towards him with her hands fisted in his shirt. Still, he hesitated, teasing her. Rin thought to kiss him instead of waiting, but he pulled his head back just enough to avoid her.
“Sess…” Rin whispered, letting the back of her head rest in his palm again. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he gently sniffed along the line of her jaw, tickling her cheeks with his bangs. She could smell his cologne from this close, and her hands were starting to feel sweaty as they clung to him. His mouth was once again suspended above her own, and Rin closed her eyes, keeping her lips apart as she waited for him. He leaned a bit farther over her, opening his jaw. He let his tongue slip out and into her mouth, swallowing the small noise she made as he sealed his lips to hers.
It was their first mature kiss. There was no hesitation from Rin, no guilt from Sesshoumaru—only passion was exchanged. She gave as much as she took, sucking at his lips and tongue. Sesshoumaru poured everything into the kiss, hoping to show her the eddying depth of his desire for her. He held her as tight as he dared, very aware of sof soft flesh crushed against his chest and of the soft texture of her school shirt. Both of their hearts were in their throats, pulsating fast and shallow, and creating a heady air between them.
What happened next was enough to almost give both of them a heart attack.
A twig snapped, and they heard a small gasp. Both of them broke apart, and her neck muscles almost over-exerted themselves as she turned to look behind her. It seemed to happen in slow motion for both Rin and Sesshoumaru. The wind seemed to blow by her as if in a storm, and Rin’s hair fanned as she turned, seeking the source of the noise. Looking back, they saw the shocked expression of a fellow student, someone they both knew, who brought up her hands, smacking them over her eyes in embarrassment.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see anything! I’m so, so sorry!” Yukino protested, shaking her head. Rin’s mouth was open, and Sesshoumaru was speechless. “I just wanted to congratulate you about the record thing and—I saw you walking out here—I can’t believe I’m so stupid! I can explain myself! I’m so sorry, Rin!” Hearing her name galvanized Rin into speaking, and she came out bumbling her words.
“Y-y-yukino, I-I…Sess and I just…oh my God, I don’t know what you think of me now!” Rin said, coming to a stand. She automatically began to wring her hands, and Yukino brought her hands down, shaking her head and waving her hands about in a frenzy.
“It’s not that! I swear! Let me explain, please!” Rin only wrung her hands more, and felt tears well up in her eyes. Rin had no idea what Yukino planned to do with this new information. Sesshoumaru wouldn’t go to jail, but he would be fired on the spot, and Rin would feel guilty for a million years if that happened.
“Yukino, please…d-don’t t—” Rin started. Sesshoumaru slowly stood up, standing behind Rin and bringing his hands up to her shoulders. Yukino interrupted, though, coming a step closer.
“I saw you at the theater last Friday…”
Rin’s eyes widened, and she took in a deeper breath. She’s known for this long! She must have been laughing at me behind my back the whole weekend!
“I was really confused at first. I had called your house on Saturday night to ask you about it—because…well, I’m not a blabbermouth like my friends. You see, I have my own secrets to keep so…geez, I’m blabbering right now.” Yukino looked off to the side, rubbing her arm and fidgeting a bit with her book-bag strap. Rin’s heart slowed down a bit, and she listened as Yukino went on.
“I was at the movies in Augusta last Friday with my little brother—he wanted to see that really stupid Disney movie that came out, you know?” she said, looking back at Rin. Rin lifted her eyebrows in ignorance, having not heard of the movie. “Oh, but that’s beside the point…sorry…uhm. Geez, where do I start? Okay, so I saw you at the movies, getting into a black car. When the car light came on when you opened the door, I recognized Mr. Hakkaku, and…just kind of stood there for a minute. My stupid little brother had to snap me out of it.
“So I called the next day when I thought you might be home, but your dad said that you weren’t living with him for a while—he sounded like he was sick so I thought maybe he had Chicken Pox or something and didn’t want to give it to you. I didn’t ask, though, because I didn’t want to pry or anything, but he said that ‘she’s living with her history teacher for a bit.’ That was really confusing…geez, I was confused this weekend, wasn’t I?…”
Rin listened the whole time, her mouth slightly open as she tried to digest Yukino’s convoluted story. Sesshoumaru was unmoving, holding the same expression as Rin.
“When you and Mr. Hakkaku weren’t at school yesterday, no one really noticed, but…well, I did, of course. I didn’t say anything, though!” Yukino said, flailing her hands. “I asked one of the other teachers if she knew where Mr. Hakkaku was—Mrs. Finey, the Calculus teacher? Anyway, I asked her, and she said that ‘I believe he and a student are doing research for some paper that he wants to do, so they had to go off-campus today.’ And that really confused me, but I was determined to get it straight in my head when I saw you today, but then Miss Roenstein just had to take you out for stupid fitness tests, and I got so involved in the volleyball game inside that I forgot to ask you when you came back in. You got dressed so fast and left so fast that I didn’t get to talk to you, but Miss Roenstein…geez, was she excited. She was bouncing up and down, and told me that you had broken the school’s fifty-yard dash record! So I ran around, trying to find you during lunch, and saw you walking out here at the last second, so I got my lunch from my locker and came out, thinking that you were probably going to be alone, and…
“I’m blabbering again, aren’t I? Geez, I’m so dense sometimes. Anyway, the thing is…since…since you were at the movies, and…are living with Mr. Hakkaku ‘n all that, and… since I just saw what I saw…” Yukino started blushing, and scuffed the grass with her school shoes. Rin felt her heart rise up to her throat again. Oh God…
“Well, I just feel so much closer to you now!” Yukino squeaked, launching forward and taking a hold of Rin’s hands. Rin’s eyes widened in disbelief. Yukino grinned as if she just won the lottery, and the rush of relief in Rin’s chest was enough to make her giddy.
“You see, I’m dating a guy named Robbie, and he’s a student at Harvard’s med school! He’s going to be a doctor—a cardiologist, and he’s so smart and he’s so funny, and I really, really love him, but… my mother would kill me. He’s twenty-six-years-old, and if my mom ever found out—she wouldn’t care if it was the Emperor of China, but if he was older than twenty, then I was strictly forbade to go near him! She’s so mean! And! And then I saw that you and Mr. Hakkaku were together, and it’s so sweet! It makes me miss Robbie so much! I call him every night and tell my mom that it’s my friends I’m talking to when it’s really Robbie, and none of my friends know because I know that they’d blabbermouth it to their other friends. My mother would surely find out! And she would kill me!…”
Yukino went on for another five minutes, explaining the torturous ways of her wily mother, and Rin only half-listened, incredibly grateful that no one besides Yukino had found out. If it were anyone else, she and Sesshoumaru would be in serious trouble.
Eventually, though, Yukino made Rin promise to call her that night, having written her phone number on Rin’s hand, and left Rin and Sesshoumaru to their lunch, jauntily winking at Rin and jogging away. Rin pressed her hand to her chest, closing her eyes and taking a calming breath. Oh, thank goodness…
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life,” Sesshoumaru said from behind her. Rin laughed a bit, opening her eyes again.
“Yeah…” Not in my whole life…
~~~~~~Passage of Time~~~~~~
The rest of Tuesday went by without a hitch, although Yukino kept winking at Rin, eliciting a blush of renewed embarrassment every time. Wednesday was incident-free, and Rin was able to start Friday’s pre-tryout practices without too much pain. She was on the phone with Yukino for at least half an hour each night, discussing the random things that only young people discussed. Sesshoumaru thought it was good for her to have a friend, especially one as loquacious as Yukino. Rin made it onto the track team, having won the support of the entire club when she beat the best senior on the boys’ track team in the 100-yard dash. The amount of screaming at the end was enough to temporarily make her ears ring.
At the end of October, right around Halloween, the weather turned much colder, having settled into winter, but it didn’t affect Rin’s life much beyond the outdoor track meets. Their team had won all of its meets so far, but the season was only just starting to get into full swing.
The court date for Rin’s father had been set for November 30th, so Rin knew that she and Sesshoumaru still had at least a few more weeks together. She called her father every couple of days, but he never seemed any happier. The social worker assured Rin that he was attending the mandatory therapy sessions, but Rin wasn’t so sure if they were helping. He seemed to have sunk deeper into depression as far as Rin could tell—which didn’t bode well in her heart.
The only times when Rin wasn’t worried about school, or her father, or about someone discovering her affair with Sesshoumaru, were the times when he distracted her from everything else. Sesshoumaru was always close to her. Unless they had to maintain a distance to hedge against exposure, he always stood next to her, touched her shoulder or her elbow, constantly maintaining his presence.
But even more than that, they slowly became more and more intimate. A couple of times a week, Rin would surprise Sesshoumaru with a personal session on the sofa…or against the kitchen counter, wherever she found him. Even more often, though, Sesshoumaru reciprocated the same to Rin, usually in the mornings after she came back from her shower, but sometimes, the moment they returned from school, Sesshoumaru pulled her along to the bedroom and pleasured her there.
Rin surprised even herself when she only missed her morning jogs perhaps once a week, usually because she was too eager to have Sesshoumaru between her thighs again. Now that Rin was more used to their intimacy, she almost craved his attentions. Sesshoumaru would kind of smirk at her in his arrogant way, but gave in whenever she asked. Rin always enjoyed wiping that smirk right off of his face, though, when she sunk to her knees in front of him—his expression then was priceless.
~~~~~~Saturday, November 2nd, 2pm~~~~~~
Yukino had graciously lent to Rin her recorded tapes of a Stephen King mini-series that had been on TV for the past two weeks. The series had just ended, a whopping eight hours, but Rin had seen none of it, and Yukino “insisted” that Rin see the mini-series. So Rin popped in the first of four tapes, having pushed the coffee table in the back TV room to the side so that she could sit on the floor to watch. Knowing that she’d be sitting there for a good eight and a half hours, Rin put on her pajama pants and her hippie-like white shirt, which hung a bit down her right shoulder since the neck was so wide.
She only hoped that she would remember to eat something halfway through the mini-series.
Sesshoumaru had gone to the grocery store, saying that Rin could stay here to watch the show. She offered to just wait until they got back so that she could help him, but he waved away her offer. As the show started, Rin felt a bit cold sitting there on the floor, so she grabbed the throw blanket from off of her bed, which she had not yet slept in, and brought it back downstairs. After about an hour of watching, Rin was so enthralled with the exceedingly strange plot that she lost track of the time and was surprised when Sesshoumaru came back from the store so soon. He walked back to the TV room, having set down the bags of groceries in the kitchen, and leaned against the door jam. Rin attempted to hide her reaction to the pose he struck—his black t-shirt stretched just the right way across his chest, accenting his black hair, and his hips jutted just the right way as he leaned against the doorframe, drawing attention to his trim waist and the sharp lines of his well-pressed black slacks.
“But I’ve been gone for an hour,” he explained, one eyebrow up. Rin looked to the clock, having paused the VCR, and exclaimed at how fast the time had gone by. “Must be a good show,” he commented. Sesshoumaru exited again, saying that he needed to put the groceries away, but ninety-nine percent of his reason was to gather his wits about him again. Rin’s shirt was drooped over her right shoulder, not only displaying her beautiful shoulders and delicate clavicle bones, but the paleness of her skin beneath that white blouse, contrasted with her raven hair, made her look as fragile as porcelain. Bending his mind to putting away groceries, he suppressed several instincts that had bombarded him at once.
A few minutes later, Sesshoumaru walked back in, having removed his shoes. Hunkering down behind Rin, he leaned back against the edge of the sofa and pulled her against his chest. Rin immediately launched into a well-summarized flow of the plot for the past hour, and Sesshoumaru wondered if she had been practicing it in her head for when he got back.
“This is one messed-up plot,” Sesshoumaru said, having been caught up. Rin nodded, her hair tickling his chin, and Sesshoumaru felt his body relax a bit more. The strawberry shampoo she used was what did it. Sesshoumaru smiled wryly behind her head, for he had the strange urge to bury his face in her hair and take one deep breath.
~~~~~~6pm~~~~~~
At the end of the second tape, Rin’s behind was starting to fall asleep, and they were both getting hungry, so a break was announced, and they made their way to the kitchen. Rin made herself a quick sandwich, pouring out a glass of milk, and Sesshoumaru took some leftover fried chicken from their dinner on Thursday. Rin ate standing up, once in a while commenting on how sore her rear end was and earning a smile from Sesshoumaru.
“Want me to rub it for you?” he eventually asked, popping a chunk of chicken into his mouth. Rin shot him a half-dirty look, but then lifted her chin and the second half of her PB&J.
“When you’ve earned it,” she haughtily said, unable to keep the joking smile from her face. She heard Sesshoumaru choke on his food, and chuckled lightly as she chewed the last of her sandwich. Then gulping down the last few swallows of milk, Rin turned to set the empty glass in the sink, and Sesshoumaru, as he gasped for air after dislodging the food in his throat, couldn’t help but think of how far she had come from just a couple of months ago. She easily exchanged sexual jokes with him, and kept physical contact with him without fidgeting. Just as he had guessed, Rin was turning out to be an intoxicating woman.
“Movie time!” Rin declared, jogging back down the hall. Sesshoumaru watched the way her shirt moved about her shoulders before she disappeared from the kitchen, and thought of the small package he had bought today at the store. Feeling a blush rise to his cheeks, Sesshoumaru incredulously wondered when he had become so enamored of her that…
Leaning away from the counter, he dropped the last of the chicken onto his plate and dumped it into the trash. Washing his hands with hot water and dishwashing soap, Sesshoumaru’s mind was distracted, and he almost used a ball of steel wool to scrub the chicken grease from his fingers. After drying his hands, Sesshoumaru popped a couple of mints into his mouth, worried about his breath, and walked back to the TV room, finding Rin attentively watching the news.
“Sess…it happened again,” Rin said, pointing at the TV screen. Sesshoumaru looked to where she pointed, sitting down next to her.
“A kayaker found the body early yesterday morning and phoned the police with his cell phone. The emergency operator had this to say…” The camera changed and a still photograph of the operator came on the screen. It also listed her name, and the script was written out. “The man who called was very, very distraught—he kept saying that he had never seen a dead body before, and I tried to calm him down, but he was close to hyperventilating. I had to practically order him to walk a good distance away from the body, and only then were we able to get the location out of him.” Here, the camera moved back to the anchor, a middle-aged man who bore a very serious expression.
“The police coroner confirmed just moments ago at a press conference that the body found belongs to the kidnapping victim from 2 months ago. The new sheriff, Robin Kurzwell, has promised swift police response to this latest development, assuring the public that they are closing in on a possible suspect…” The camera once again changed, and a video clip of the sheriff, who replaced John Maynard after he was forced to resign, rolled onto the screen. “This atrocity will not be allowed in Massachusetts, and rest assured that Loyola Police and the surrounding police districts are working together to find the culprit of these malicious crimes.” The new sheriff was almost like a church preacher, raising his hands every once in a while and almost singing his words. Rin didn’t like him… But, he was voted in as the new sheriff in a landslide victory.
“Channel 6 will bring you updates as we receive them…In Clark today, an elderly…” The anchor went on to other news, and Rin’s shoulders sagged as she turned to look at Sesshoumaru. He looked back at her, wondering what he could say. Hmph…whoever he is, he’s not going to get her…I’ll kill him if he tries. Thinking that this might not make Rin feel better, Sesshoumaru scoot closer to her and settled one arm around her shoulders.
“Back to it, then. I’m sure that it’ll only get better,” he said. Rin half-smiled and nodded. She hit play again, and the third tape started, heralding another four hours of Stephen King weirdness. Around seven, they both had to take a bathroom break, but they did sit there until ten-thirty, unable to stop watching the show despite the acting talent commissioned for the mini-series. Once the ending credits rolled by, Rin felt drained, glad that the series was finally over. She turned to Sesshoumaru, wanting to comment on a couple of discontinuities she had seen, but her words fell short.
Sesshoumaru’s head was laid back against the sofa, displaying his Adam’s apple, and he was softly breathing through his mouth, having fallen asleep. Rin’s shoulders slumped, and she smiled softly, wondering just how tired he was. He’s so cute when he’s asleep…
Rin leaned over her hip, coming closer to his face, and poised herself above him. His hair begged to be touched, shining softly in the dim lamplight of the room. The light made his skin look a little darker, creating an exotic aura about him, and Rin’s eyes traveled over the structure of his face, the way she had done many times before now. His cheekbones were prominent and his jaw was finely sculpted, but his lips and nose were very male, and Rin just wanted to kiss him until she passed out. She confirmed her aim and closed her eyes, leaning down to lightly touch her lips to the ones parted in sleep. His lips made no response, which Rin expected, but then he suddenly moved underneath her.
Rin gasped in surprise, her eyes popping open and her hands automatically gripping his shoulders, and she felt her body being heaved over his lap. His grip on her sides tickled a bit, and Rin giggled as her rear landed with a thump on the other side of Sesshoumaru’s knees. Rin looked up at him, seeing his clear eyes in the muted light of the room. Letting go of his shoulders, she slid her arms around his neck and pulled him forward until his chest touched hers.
“I thought you were asleep,” Rin said. She smirked up at him, still wanting to comb her fingers through his hair. Sesshoumaru smiled back at her, flashing those white teeth as he secured his hold around her torso.
“The perfect bait,” he replied, squeezing his arms. Rin smiled back at him, feeling a little frisky despite the long eight hours she had sat there, or perhaps because of it. Sesshoumaru leaned down, letting his eyelids close, and Rin felt her heart jump inside her chest as she shut her eyes as well. Though they shared sweet kisses often, it was only every few days that they shared a kiss that was more sexual. I think I know why…
Sesshoumaru began the kiss softly, staying shallow. He could taste the fruity lip gloss that she had applied sometime around eight o’clock, and he licked and suckled at her lips to taste more of it. Hearing the sound of her socks skimming the carpet as she shifted, he felt her curl closer to him, and her breathing quickened, though he was quick to admit that he was also pulling in air a little faster. Rin made a small noise in the back of her throat, and opened her jaw wider, inviting him to delve deeper.
Sesshoumaru gladly accepted, lying Rin back onto the floor. She held him close, making their position a little awkward, but Sesshoumaru only half-noticed. He took the opportunity to reaffirm the feel of her skin, slipping his hands beneath her loose, white shirt and splaying his fingers over her sides and stomach. Rin jumped a little, but then held him closer, fisting her hand in his hair.
She drew in air as fast as she could through her nostrils, loving the wet, hot tongue in her mouth and the warm hands underneath her clothes. Lately, it seemed that more and more fantasies of her and Sesshoumaru popped into her head, and with an increasing degree of eroticism. At first, she would imagine what she already had—Sesshoumaru’s experienced hands between her legs, making her stomach churn. But then her daydreams began to produce hazy scenes of joining him in the shower, or turning to him at night and asking for something more. Over the past week, though, she woke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, despite the neutral temperature of the house and Sesshoumaru’s body heat. Each time, she had been dreaming of his hips between her thighs, thrusting forward…
Wanting to experience what it might be like, Rin slid her hands down his sides, pushing up when she arrived at his waist, and shifting her right leg beneath him when he moved up a bit. Clearing his torso, Rin opened her thighs for him, pulling him between as she set her feet flat on the floor. She felt him roll his lower half over, and his chest settled more firmly upon her. Rin suddenly realized that this might make breathing more difficult, but he almost immediately shifted to support his weight on his elbows, all the while heavily rubbing his tongue against hers and sucking on her lips.
For a minute or so, he merely kissed her, concentrating on the soft and supple texture of her lips. Sesshoumaru could practically feel her heartbeat against his chest, and the smell of her skin was overwhelmingly feminine, reminding him of the sweet musk he so often tasted, and of the flowery lotion she spread over herself daily. He once again longed to feel her skin and shifted. Rolling his hips slowly to the side as he brought up one leg, he butted the top of his thigh against the back of Rin’s leg. She made another small noise against his mouth, and he wondered if his rapidly growing arousal was evident against her body.
Rin certainly did notice it. It was pressed flush against what ached most when she woke up at night, and Rin couldn’t help but tighten her leg around the one Sesshoumaru had brought up, pushing herself against him more insistently.
Sesshoumaru brought his mouth away for a bit, taking in a much-needed breath before tasting the skin along the line of her neck. His right hand ventured beneath her shirt again, inadvertently tickling her navel and sending little waves of awareness downward. Rin sighed his name, breaking the silence of the room but only intensifying the electric air crackling around them. Her face became flushed, and she arched her back downward, pushing her hips forward against Sesshoumaru’s pelvis. She heard a harsh sigh against her neck, and his hips returned the gesture, pressing back against her. Sesshoumaru was immediately reminded of the small package sitting upstairs in his room, and cursed himself for leaving it so far away.
“Sess…let me see more of you,” Rin whispered to the ceiling, tugging on the shoulder of his shirt. He raised his head, looking down at Rin’s rosy cheeks, and straight-armed away from her before leaning back far enough to pull his shirt over his head. Rin instantly followed suit, wrenching her shirt up and flinging it behind her. Seeing Rin’s perfect skin, Sesshoumaru let out a long breath and braced one hand next to her. With the other, he squeezed his fingers beneath Rin’s back, and she arched upward, giving him access to the back of her bra. Unfastening the contraption took a few more seconds than Sesshoumaru wished to wait, but it finally came free, and Rin lifted her arms to let him slide the piece of cloth away from her chest.
“Oh, god…Rin…” Sesshoumaru had not seen Rin’s naked breasts for a long while. Mostly, they had been in rooms too dark to tell much of anything, though feeling was all that was really necessary. Now that her father no longer abused her, her body was perfection. It made his mouth water, and his loins throbbed with heat.
Rin glided her fingers up the smooth and toned skin that she loved, grazing over his nipples and kneading the tips of her fingers into his firm pectorals. Sesshoumaru imitated her, though his hands stopped before they went much further than the rosy peaks of her breasts. He squeezed the mounds of spongy flesh, molding them and testing their weight. Rin bit down on her lower lip, sighing with every other squeeze. Her skin was starting to moisten, and her womanhood was pulsating heavily, longing for Sesshoumaru to pay attention to it.
I need to make love to her…my heart and body scream for it…
Sesshoumaru’s thoughts began to cloud over, and his body slowly took control. His heart was shuddering inside his chest. Rin… Sinking onto her soft and pliant body, Sesshoumaru resumed their kiss, blatantly sliding his tongue along her lips and gleaning the last of her fruity lip-gloss. Then plunging his tongue inside the humid cavern of her small mouth, he bucked his hips into Rin’s pelvis. She gasped into his mouth, surprised since the ridge of his arousal hit the exact spot. If she hadn’t been still wearing her pajama bottoms…he would have been inside me. When Sesshoumaru pressed his hips forward again, Rin shakily sighed, taking his tongue again as he continued the kiss, which was getting more and more frenzied as the minutes quickly passed.
Her senses were overwhelmed. She could hear Sesshoumaru’s fast, heavy breaths, almost like panting. She could also hear the sounds of his mouth exchanging a wet kiss with her own, and how their clothes, what little they still had on, rubbed together as she and Sesshoumaru imitated the ultimate act. She could still detect his cologne in the air, and she could taste a strong mint flavor in his mouth. Her body…was fairly humming. Her womanhood pulsated with blood and heat, making it feel itchy and open. She could easily tell that her panties were damp, and her soft pajama bottoms stretched over her skin just slightly with each of Sesshoumaru’s small but hard thrusts.
Sesshoumaru shifted, holding his weight on one elbow and bringing his hand down to secure Rin’s hip. Holding her lower half in place, he heavily rubbed his pelvis against her own. Rin gasped for air, moaning loudly as a throb of pleasure emanated from where they intimately touched. Sesshoumaru almost immediately engulfed her in another kiss, though, and continued to grind their hips together.
Rin’s body needed something, but she could barely bring herself to move. The backs of her hands lay limply against the carpet near her head, and her legs refused to lift themselves around Sesshoumaru’s manipulating hips. Her back began to itch a little from the friction between the carpet and her skin, but a much, much stronger itch needed to be scratched. Rin fully realized, despite the haze in her mind, that her body wanted Sesshoumaru to make love to her. Her mind wanted it, too, but something was making her hesitate. It’s not that he’s older, nor that he’s my teacher—I’ve put that aside…but…why can’t I ask him to take me upstairs and…
“Rin,” Sesshoumaru hotly whispered. His voice was much different: lower, huskier. He had let off on kissing her in order to let her catch her breath, and he was nibbling on the soft skin on her shoulder. Rin pulled in air, trying to bring herself to say the words. The hand near her hip slid its fingers beneath the waste-band of her pajama bottoms, and Rin’s body became twice as aroused in a matter of thirty seconds, just knowing that he wanted to take off the last of her clothing.
“Uhhn…Sess,” Rin sighed, the words coming out haltingly as her hips involuntarily flexed towards him. I need something…but…am I ready for it? Rin’s heart was about to choke her, and both of them were panting for air as they ground against each other more frenziedly. Her hands twitched, needing to move and touch him. His skin glistened with perspiration above her, and Rin just wanted to feel him, have him all over her… Why am I scared?
“Let me make love to you,” Sesshoumaru gruffly asked, kissing her neck and tugging the waist of her pajama bottoms down. Rin felt herself starting to panic, but Sesshoumaru continued to pull her clothing off, unaware of Rin’s fright. “Please, Rin…let me…I’ll be gentle, please.” His voice was very deep, very rough, and very lustful—very aggressive. The anxious feelings began to mount quickly then, and Rin wondered if she was going to hyperventilate.
“I—…I c—can’t… Sess,” Rin stuttered out, her words thick with emotion. Sesshoumaru seemed to settle more of his weight on her, rubbing his aroused organ against her more insistently.
“Rin, please…I need to make love to you,” he gasped out, now just leaving his face tucked against her neck. Sesshoumaru had never been more aroused in his life. Rin smelled good, she tasted good, she felt good…the mood had been perfect and she had seemed ready. Sesshoumaru had begun to seriously think ahead to when he put himself into her body, took her virginity, and watched her face as they made love for the first time. His body desired her as never before. His mind was foggy with lust. His heart…it will explode inside my chest if I ever have the chance to explode inside of her.
“I can’t, I can’t! I d-don’t know why, but I can’t! Please, Sess,” Rin hoarsely whispered. Her arms finally decided to move, and she pushed up on his shoulder as her other hand attempted to pull her clothing back on.
“Oh, god…please say yes, Rin,” Sesshoumaru grunted, swiveling his hips against her. Rin felt tears gather in her eyes, quickly losing the mood, and she pushed more insistently, making a death grip on the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Begging him to get up, Rin wondered how selfish she was being, but the thought drifted by as quickly as a dozen other thoughts. “Rin, please! I don’t know if I can…”
“Sess, stop!! Stop it!” Rin yelled, pushing up with all her strength. Of a sudden, he whipped himself away from her, landing on his rear and gasping for air. He looked at her for a split second before rotating his entire body away from her. The chaotic noise in Rin’s ears, born from fright, immediately died down, and the room was suddenly deathly silent. Rin brought herself up to a seated position, looking at Sesshoumaru’s back. His right arm leaned on the sofa, and his knees were drawn close to his chest. His left hand was in front of him, cradling the arousal in his hand as if it were extremely painful. He was still breathing heavily, and he wouldn’t look behind him.
Rin didn’t know what to say…not a single word popped into her head.
A heavy guilt fell onto her shoulders, and Rin almost started to cry, so angry with herself as she was. It hurts for guys to stop when they’re that close…I should have stopped it sooner, or not at all.
“Sorry,” Sesshoumaru said, his voice back to normal, though it did sound thin and small. He hissed, curling a little bit more in a fetal position. Rin felt a tear trying to squeeze out, and rapidly blinked.
“I…I can help you if…” she began, thinking of using her mouth to end his pain.
“NO!” he brashly yelled, halfway looking back. Rin flinched, and felt the lone tear drop from the corner of her eye. She heard him sigh, and his shoulders slumped a bit. “…No…”
What have I done? …Sess.
“It’ll go away…eventually,” Sesshoumaru tiredly said. He looked to the clock, and it read 11:25p.m. Maybe by 12:30…
“Can I…do something to help?” Rin asked, hoping to somehow repair a bit of the damage.
“Just leave…knowing that you’re half-naked isn’t helping…” His tone stung a bit, but Rin knew that she was mostly to blame for what happened. I can’t lead him on like that…why didn’t I stop him early on? “Would you go already?!” Sesshoumaru yelled back, curling up again. Rin flinched again, feeling another tear escape from her eye. She hurriedly got to her feet, swaying a bit, but scooped up her bra and shirt, making a quick exit.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, leaning his head against his bicep. If Rin came back again in the next ten minutes, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself from… What am I, depraved? He smirked to himself, knowing he very well might be. The smile left, though, and he tried to blank his mind, thinking about something mundane like making a list of chores to do the next day.
Upstairs, Rin sat on the floor near the nightstand in Sesshoumaru’s bedroom, sobbing into her shirt and hoping that Sesshoumaru couldn’t hear her. What’s wrong with me?! What’s WRONG with me?! Rocking back and forth, Rin brought her knees to her chest and continued to soak her shirt with tears as she set her forehead on her kneecaps. …What’s…wrong with me…
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