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Nara	By : Tiomara Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three days had passed since the convenience store, three very long, and painfully awkward days of traveling in silence, camping in silence, even eating in silence. Kagome had rerun the situation over and over again in her head, the wheels in her brain turning as fast as they were physically capable. She knew what had conspired between her and Sesshomaru had been nothing more than physical, a physical touch in this maddening world of distance. At one point in her life Kagome criticized some of her female friends for their not so secret obsession with sex, her own life taken care of by toys rather than the drama of a partner that her friends constantly brought to her door. She loved her friends dearly, but hearing about boy trouble once every couple of weeks was exhausting, especially when she herself didn’t see the appeal. In the span of ten minutes Sesshomaru had completely flipped her view, her brain replaying details of each minute over and over again to itself.
Kagome also knew that Sesshomaru wasn’t angry, or even mortified at what he had done, which left her with as many questions as it did answers. Had he taken a human lover before? With that talent how many lovers had he had before? Why was he so concerned? Did he think he was taking after his father? Each question her brain could produce left two more in its wake, and none of them close to what she would call a decent answer. By the third day her brain was a whir of activity, even if her face didn’t show it, her thoughts jumbled and unclear, warring with her emotions and her body at what she considered the most inopportune time. Flashes of memory would play through her head, the feel of his warm hands on her skin, the way his growl rumbled deep from his chest, the way he dove between her legs like a man starved. Each time she found herself wandering to that memory she tried to forcibly pull away, to keep Sesshomaru from understanding what was happening. From her perspective, she could see that he kept the planes of his face smooth, unbothered, as if what had occurred was nothing more than a shopping run in a town. If it hadn’t been for the three days of awkward silence, Kagome would have thought she had been dreaming the whole thing.
“Are we now relegated to awkward silences and uncomfortable travel?” she muttered softly to herself, three days of travel in this manner had been the most uncomfortable days in her life. Even when Inuyasha had been acting up she had never spent so much time NOT talking to someone.
“This Sesshomaru is unaware of what you speak of Miko” came a rumbling reply, the deep baritone of his voice barely heard over the crackling of the fire. Kagome’s brain stopped, for the first time in three days it stopped, and focused on the sentence he had the audacity to utter.
“This Sesshomaru stopped referring to himself as such when it became un-desirable to do so” she snapped at him, her voice hissing across the campsite to his ears. Her eyes were filled with the fire that had once burned so brightly during her travels in the past, and they stared straight into the amber ones of of the Daiyoukai seated across from her. When he failed to even acknowledge her statement, she sighed and shook her head in a weary resignation. “Sesshomaru, as much as you think the opposite, I am not an idiot. You have avoided looking at me, are falling into centuries old habits, and have generally acted a fool since what happened. I don’t recall you ever being a fool, so THIS Sesshomaru can take his stoicism and lies and he can shove it right back up his fluffy ass.” The last of her words came out as an angry hiss, somehow her body had lurched to its feet as she let her words flow freely for the first time since this journey began. His golden eyes watched her impassively, as if he were weighing the consequences as to what his next words would bring.
“Sit Miko”
“I have a name Sesshomaru, and I will not be ordered like…”
“Kagome, please, sit,” he cut her off with a simple three words, his eyes staring openly into her own for the first time. Slowly she sat down, her eyebrows knitted in frustration as she stared right back at him. Gesturing him to get on with it, she closed her mouth and waited patiently for the impassive inu to explain.
“I have not been completely honest” he started, his hands coming forwards to clasp themselves on his lap, “This situation in the north has not left me unaffected, there are momentary lapses in control.” Kagome waited for more, however when she realized no more was going to be forthcoming, she sighed and pinched her brow, gathering her temper to the best of her abilities.
“Lapses in control, right, okay. Tell me what kind of lapses are we looking at? Full blown murderous rage or horny puppy that humps my leg every now and then.” Her words practically dripped with sarcasm, her eyes boring into his own.
“As much as I detest that analogy,” at this he paused, as if debating his next words very carefully “it is more along the second example. The urge to mate and form a pack is very strong, and with the fight for dominance, the scent of blood, and your rather particular aroma, I momentarily lost control.” His eyes turned down towards the fire at that moment, his face showing the largest display of humility that Kagome thought he was capable of. Which is to say nothing huge, but definitely more than she knew him capable of.
“Look, I’m not angry Sesshomaru,” her words were surprisingly calm “and as much as you like to say I don’t get it, I’m neither an idiot or your humble servant, and understand that this whole...whatever this is...is trying to you.” She paused, her words mulling over in her head. Truth be told she hadn’t really thought before she had spoken, but her words were a truth that she didn’t realize was the case. For days she had been frustrated and angry, but she originally thought it was because he thought to take advantage of her, however now upon further introspection she realized that wasn’t the case. She had been angry because he hadn’t told her why he did it, nor did he act like it even happened, and in her own heart, that screamed he was ashamed of his actions.
“Sesshomaru, I was angry not because you had taken advantage of me, but because you acted like it didn’t happen afterwards, leaving me feeling used.” Her voice was softer than it intended, her own eyes looking into the low dancing flames of their campfire.
“I do feel shame for losing control. I do not lose control, not since I was a pup, and to have done so with an ally is the ultimate humiliation.” His brow was creased, as if he replayed her words over and over in his head, his neurons firing at double speed as he repeated her sentence in his head. “Besides, I have taken human lovers before, and while they were never my first choice, I do not regret them. There are so few youkai these days, it would be impossible to not take a human lover at least once in my life.” The remark was so offhand, as if he found the idea of a human lover was not disgusting, but rather a part of life. Kagome was so floored by his response that she felt her cheeks heat up in shame, shame at at thinking so lowly of him. Though to be fair, it wasn’t as if he had been warm and welcoming to her in their past, or even now. Polite sure, stoic and sometimes haughty, but never warm. This confession from him was new, and eye opening to say in the least.
“An ally huh?” A soft laugh escaped her throat, her head shaking slightly, “who knows, one day I might be good enough to be considered the great ‘Killing perfection’s’ friend!” The laughter bubbling out soon came harder, her head tilted back as she let her body laugh the tension away, though somehow her brain keeping enough semblance of control to keep it quiet. Sesshomaru gazed at her with what could only be described as amusement, a smile almost tugging at the corner of his lips. Soon she was wiping her eyes, catching her breath as the two of them settled back into a much more comfortable silence. Finishing her meal for the night, Kagome pulled off her brush to her, unraveling her hair from its braid with a disgusted grimace.
“I definitely need a bath” she muttered, working through the silky strands from tips to roots. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t bathed, but rather she needed a long soak, and not a quick shower when they had the time to stop for one. However she had given up on the idea, seeing as how the current state of affairs made such notions difficult.
“There is a hot spring about a kilometer from here Miko, should you wish to bathe” interrupted an infuriatingly smooth baritone voice, Sesshomaru breaking her out of her thoughts.
“And you wait til now to tell me” she shot back at him, her eyebrows raised. When he raised one of her own, she shook her head with a smile and gathered some of her bathing supplies, as well as her fluffy towel. “Right, awkward silence. Which direction?” His arm pointed west of where they were currently camped, and she knew without asking that he was pointing right to it. Grabbing her bow and quiver, she set out in the direction indicated, her quick strides almost giddy with excitement. A real hot spring soak, and she didn’t have to pay for it! It took her less than fifteen minutes to find it, her skin prickling with excitement as she watched the steam rise from the hot water. Pushing out her reiki, she pulled it back when the only youkai it came across was the one who showed her such delight. With a sigh of happiness, Kagome stripped down to her skin and sank into the welcoming water.
The softest of groans of appreciation escaped her lips as her whole body was enveloped in the feeling of bliss, her eyes fluttering closed as she let herself enjoy the familiar sensation. She knew she didn’t have much time to waste however, and after wetting her hair, began scrubbing her scalp raw with shampoo and her fingertips. The shampoo was unscented, a long healing scratch on her shoulder attesting to that lesson well learned. Dunking her head under, she let her thoughts mull around as she rinsed the soap from her long locks. Conditioner came next, her fingers working the slippery liquid into her midnight tresses, then deftly pulling them up into a bun. Grabbing her bar of soap, she began to wash her body, letting the muscle memory take over as she lost herself deeply into her own thoughts.
Was Sesshomaru going to lose control again? Would this time be the time he actually snapped her neck? The way his fingers had crushed that hanyou’s neck told her that he was more than capable of showing that darker side of himself when pushed. However something he had mentioned niggled the back of her brain. He had said he lost control with an ally, however his eyes were red long before his tongue had begun to take its own course. He lost control because she was injured, because that hanyou had spilt her blood.
‘Keh, probably because I’m the only option that he knows of for stopping this nightmare’ she thought to herself, her head shaking as if admonishing herself for thinking any other way. But part of her, part of her wished that he had lost control because he considered her more than a tool, a friend, pack, whatever term was used was better than ally. Once more her mind wandered back to Sesshomaru, her fingers slowing their scrub to idly run along her skin. The problem was Kagome enjoyed every second of what had happened, and though it had terrified her at first, it had left her rather saddened at the thought of it not happening again. Slowly of their own accord, her fingers began to run along her stomach over where the injury had been, her mind playing the feeling of his tongue on her skin with alarming detail. Slowly making her way over to a rocky outcropping, she sat herself down, her waist beneath water but the rest of her exposed to the chilly air. Setting the soap aside, she ran both hands down the flat planes of her stomach, her head tilting back and leaning against the rocks as she let the fantasy over take her.
The pads of her fingers traced circles over her abdomen, trailing their way down between her legs, her breath hitching as she passed over her mons gently, her body hyper aware of every action. She could feel the cool air of the store as if it were happening again, nearly feel the soft vibrations of his growls as her index finger traced her outer lips, her pussy clenching hungrily with need. With agonizing slowness, she inserted her index and middle finger deep within her channel, the water sloshing above her as she finger fucked herself slowly, relishing the memory of a warm and writhing tongue in her fingers place. Bringing one foot up on the seat next to her, she let her other hand trace circles around her clit, teasing her already sensitive nethers to jumping for her fingers. Her body could almost feel his lips wrapping around her clit, flicking it over and over again with his tongue, his golden eyes looking up into hers with a hunger she had never seen in them before. All too soon she felt her body rising, her breathing becoming shallow as the two fingers inside of her thrust hungrily, her mouth hung open as she neared her peak. Within seconds she had crested, a soft call of ‘Sesshomaru!’ escaping her lips, her whole body shuddering as she began the fall back down.
With one last deep shudder, she opened her eyes and looked around, glad that she hadn’t been loud enough to warrant attention, a deep sigh of relief escaping her throat. The sigh was nearly strangled up by a hysterical giggle, her brain screaming a mortifying thought of the object of her fantasy being within hearing distance of her, and the fact that the object of her fantasy was one she would have never considered such acts with before. With a shake of her head, she grabbed the soap and re-scrubbed her mons, making sure to get as clean as possible so he couldn’t smell her arousal, and subsequent release. With another dunk underwater, the conditioner was rinsed from her hair, and her body hauled out of the water to dry off and get dressed. Her skin fairly glowed as she dried off, running her brush through her hair before her finger deftly plaited the fine strands, her eyes giving her body a once over to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. With the last check done, she quickly and quietly made her way back to their campsite, a meager 15 minutes having passed for the whole incident.
Sesshomaru greeted her with a small nod, his back against the tree she had left him against and his head tilted back, one knee raised in his customary sitting position. She looked infinitely better, her freshly bathed skin practically glowed in the firelight, and now that they had “talked out their issues” there was a comfortable friendship renewed between the two of them. Truth be told Sesshomaru had debated telling her of his full affliction, however he realized he would have scared her away, and more than he needed her there, he had begun to realize that she was helping him stay sane. Her freshly washed skin reached his nose, and with a small nod to her he rose to his feet.
“I think I shall too take a bath, I could use it” he stated softly, his eyes hooded as he grabbed his own towel and headed off to the spring. Truth be told once she had been far enough he had risen to his feet and followed, and truth be told he wasn't sure why. His conscious brain claimed it was for protection, though the darker, not so below the surface portion of his brain knew it was because he wanted to see her, all of her. The sight that had greeted his eyes once he had found a suitable hiding spot was one of beauty, her slender hips just barely above the water, her back to him. His eyes had hungrily devoured every inch of exposed skin, the firm tone of muscle underneath soft skin, the plump curve of her breast, the flat planes of her stomach, Sesshomaru watched like a man possessed. It had been a long time since he had a partner of any kind, and since the event as it were his own desires and deep seeded needs began rising to the surface.
His eyes had nearly widened to dinner plates when he watched her hands circle over her abdomen, his nose flaring as her scent of arousal wafted towards him in the steam from the spring. He could hear her little gasps of pleasure, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she began the climb, and the sweetest words carried in the normally silent spring. His name. She was thinking of him and getting off, and though he was no pup to dance for excitement, he felt his blood pump hungrily, his beast roaring to take this willing bitch. With the steely resolve he pulled himself away from the scene, making his way quickly and quietly to camp, making sure to put himself in the same position as when she had left. Part of him had felt so dirty for peeping in on her like that, however the deeper part of himself hungered for the little onna, hungered to take and claim her.
As Sesshomaru reached the spring and stripped, he found bathing was something he could not focus on, and instead replayed the memories of her in this spring over and over again. He could still smell her release, if faint, emanating from the water he was submerged into. It was as if her scent had permeated his brain, repeating on loop over and over again with crystal clarity her calling his name. With a growl he looked down at his engorged member, willing it to deflate on its own, knowing the futility of it as he heard his name uttered from her lips again as if she stood next to him. Sighing, he reached his hand below the water, grasping his cock with a sense of urgency, the woman of his fantasy less than a kilometer away. In his mind's eye a different scenario played through, one where her long creamy legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into her scorching heat. One where she didn't quietly utter his name, but screamed it in passion, where he could lick the sweat from her skin and lose himself into her willing body. It was when he imagined her hot sheath clamping down onto him that his own release hit, a low growl emanating from his chest as he rode out his own pleasure, spurts of thick ropey cum sinking into the water.
Shaking his head, he realised that the scenario, as pleasant as it was, had the likelihood of next to nothing, if for a few reasons. The washcloth ran over his skin as he remembered her fondness for his brother, a bridge he had yet to cross with her yet, her virginal status, and the fact that the stress of being two of the only sane people left in the world would cause complications and desires. Shaking his head to rinse out the water, he sighed, unsure if his own affection towards the miko came from merely carnal, and the scenario they were stuck in, or the fact that she had remembered him. HIM, in all of his glory. Not what the current humans knew him as, but as the great demon lord he is. His chest swelled up with pride at the memory of her calling him Sesshomaru-sama, the honorific awakening a hunger he had forgotten. It was too early to tell, and though his beast screamed to mate the bitch, he would not do so until he was absolutely positive that it was truly the right thing to do, and right now it was not.
Sighing at the complications of everything factoring in, he stood, exiting the spring and shaking his hair, running a comb through the long locks of hair. Dressing was a simple matter, and within a few minutes he was back to the campsite, the onna of his thoughts sitting on the other side of the fire, munching on a bit of what appeared to be cup of noodles, her eyes gazing into the fire. As he sat, he noticed she didn't move or acknowledge him, merely let herself get lost in her own thoughts as she ate. Thinking she hadn't noticed his return, he settled into his usual spot, working through his long hair with a comb, the onerous task usually taking quite a bit of time.
"You know, I could do that for you if you'd like" came her soft voice, her eyes now looking directly at him. With a start he realized that she had been aware of his presence, and had he not been lost in his own thoughts he would have sensed her reiki pulsing around her, acting as an alarm system. He was impressed with the little onna, her resourcefulness had out done him, and he smiled a very soft smile. She was learning, and without him having to teach her, something he dreaded having to do, and she truly very rarely needed his help. He bowed his head slightly to the young miko, agreeing to her offer. As she settled behind him with the comb in hand, he realized that now was perhaps the time he realized that she was worthy of him as well.
"Thank you M...Kagome" he murmured softly, feeling her shift behind him in surprise. Yes, it was definitely time for change.
"You are most welcome Sesshomaru-Sama." Her reply was just as soft, and if anything, a indication of a better journey ahead.
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