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Winter Wind	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 39773 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Sesshoumaru tried to focus on the task of cleansing the tiny miko, curled against his chest. He tried not to think about the softness of her skin. He certainly did not notice the lush bow her lips and even more certainly didn’t find his eyes drawn to the gentle flare of her hips, the soft mounds of her breasts or the smallness of her waist.
He was a Taiyoukai, she was a human priestess and therefore far beneath him. Far beyond his reach. His beast however seemed to have taken a liking to the small human in his grasp. Forcing his actions to execute with infinite care.
His clawed fingers stroked lightly over the bite mark on her neck. It was healing, would likely always leave some hint of a mark. She moaned softly at his touch and Sesshoumaru found himself rock hard. He lowered his head and lapped gently at the imperfection.
When her small ragged breath lifted to his ear, the warm scent of her body heating to his touch, he felt the red bleed into his eyes.
With a grunt of self-disgust over his lack of control he waded to the edge and removed them from the hot water. He wrapped her in a soft drying robe and made his way to her room.
He couldn’t care for her, not like this. His only explanation was that his heat was nearly upon him. He’d be more of a danger than a help with her weak like this. His beast was clamoring.
He barked sharply for Enoa and when she appeared before her dripping wet lord she wisely remained silent. “See to the miko” he ordered and turned to go. Enoa took charge, drying the human, applying healing salve to the many cuts on her pale body. Then she tucked the woman into the warmth of the bed and settled into the nearby chair for the night to keep watch.
Sesshoumaru ran for hours in true form. He tried to clear his head of the sweet scent of her, the feel of her in his arms. His arms. Tried to make sense of her healing his person. Internally he warred with beast, warred with his very nature.
Sesshoumaru liked to think that he was above such base needs and wants, but he was a red blooded male. And like any other he did have such needs and desires. To lose himself in the arms of a woman, to lash out when angry. But he wasn’t allowed.
He was a Taiyoukai. More was expected of him, and was always given.
He suppressed them behind the rigid control and refined veneer that the world at large saw.
Hours later, once against freshly cleaned and in control of himself he entered the Miko’s rooms. Enoa looked up from her task of placing a cool cloth to the human’s brow.
She bowed to him and he waved her into her chair taking the other.
Enoa looked away from him, “She affects you”
Sesshoumaru said nothing. Damn her for knowing him so well.
“And she healed you. Truly, she is a wonder.”
Sesshoumaru studied Enoa carefully now, her eyes were warm as she watched her charge. “She’s different.”
“She is the Shikon Miko” he allowed, “That is to be expected. Much is expected.”
So that was the crux.
Enoa met his gaze squarely; “Come now Sesshoumaru” she chided gently, “I have rarely seen you this way. Talk to me. We once trained and fought together”.
He gifted her small hint of a smile. “I should have known when you took that injury I should not have wrapped you in pretty silks and brought you into the halls as this. I may never have peace again.”
“Things were less complicated then” she mused wistfully.
“Father was still alive.” He amended.
“You care for this woman” she said plainly.
“She has done many services” he said.
She shook her head, clawed fingers stroking the dark hair back from the human brow. “I heard him” she whispered then, “In the forest. Your beast. Your heat is upon you.”
Sesshoumaru looked away.
“I believe… she also cares for you” Enoa said gently.
“She is for that welp Inuyasha”
“Is she really?”
Sesshoumaru stood, wishing distance from this discussion, “Koga will be arriving. I don’t want him pestering the miko if she isn’t well. Also the new moon comes and with it my little brother. Enoa, have his pack settled in this hall.”
She blinked. “This hall?”
“I can minimize the damage those two do to one another this way. And Kagome can be with her friends.”
She nodded, “I see. Yes, my lord.” The moment of past closeness was over and Enoa grieved inside for her lord and master. Her friend.
Then he was gone and she let her gaze fall to woman in the bed. “Help him come back to us.” She whispered.

Sesshoumaru lay on his bed for long hours still, the scent of the miko hung in his nostrils. His body tight and aching. His beast demanfing he go back in t hose chambers and be near her.
He clenched his jaw and tried to force his body into submission but the hard length of him would not obey.
He could call a courtesan to alleviate his discomfort. His beast scoffed at the idea. And deep inside he knew it would do no good.
With a small sigh of defeat, Sesshoumaru took matters into his own hands literally.
Long minutes later he growled out his violent release to the mental image of dark hair and warm brown eyes. Of all too human limbs twined with his own.

Inuyasha pushed his group later than usual.
“Inuyasha” Shippo said finally, “We need to stop it will be dark soon.”
“We are a mile away from the western territories” Inuyasha replied.
Miroku and Sango were both relieved that Inuyasha had decided to take advantage of the chance to see Kagome and rest secure within the palace walls in his time of weakness.
“I wonder how Kagome is doing?” Sango asked mostly to herself.
“Prolly died of frostbite from his high and mighty assholeness” Inuyasha muttered. His gold eyes narrowed on the horizon. His white ears where pressed back and his posture tense.
He was worried about Kagome. No, he didn’t think that Sesshoumaru would physically hurt her. He had given his word that she was under his protection. Much as Inuyasha didn’t like to admit it, Sesshoumaru was a demon of his word. Still, the goings on of demon court could be hard. More so when you weren’t one of them.
“Inuyasha” Miroku said gently, “I am sure she is just fine. Knowing Kagome, she has managed just fine. I hope that after being away from her like this that you don’t plan on being difficult.”
“Shut up!”
Shippo folded his little arms over his chest as he walked, “He just misses her and doesn’t know how to express it.” He said sagely.
Inuyasha struck like lightening, rapping him smartly on the head. A large lump rising on the kit’s scalp. The fox rubbed the ache on his head and glowered at the hanyou, “I’m telling Kagome.."
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