Innocent Beginnings

Disclaimer: InuYasha and © R © Rumiko Takahashi

Author Note: This is a new story with a pairing I love but I’d never tried to write about… until now. And I decided to post it cuz I seriously need a break from When He Was Mine. This does not mean I’m not gonna post it anymore, it’s just… it’s been kinda exhausting and I’ve been sick… Well, u know what I mean. Let me tell u that I won’t be so quick to update this, I think I need to breath and rest between one chapter and the other… I’ll just take my time. Besides, this time the characters are way OOC tho there won’t be much lemons like in WHWM. You’ve been warned and you decide to read it or not. Please don’t come and complain about it…

Well, enough rambling… Enjoy the story and don’t forget to drop a line.

Lots of love ©,

Maggz


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Innocent Beginnings

True Love Knows No Age... No Limits...

"Your Body Is A Wonderland"

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

'Cause if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blan
Ta
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll my my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland


Chapter 1: Prelude to a love affair…


I suppose I’d loved him from the very first time he appeared to me on the TV. Silver hair and golden eyes, very tall and very well built with a voice that made me close my eyes when I was alone in my bed at night to run my hands over my own body. Beautiful, he was… the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. They say we all have crushes… I never thought it was a crush. I LOVED him, no matter what anybody thought, no matter what they said. Love… I knew it and I reckoned if ever I met him face to face, he’d know it as well.

He must have known it… right from the very first day. That day he magically appeared to me at Sacred Heart. The first day of the rest of my life, I like to say. My parents had been killed in an car accident six months previously... the same accident that had left me helpless as a baby… having to learn to walk, eat… CARE again. They thought I was brain damaged for awhile and that was fine with me… as long as they left me alone… I was fine.

I was alone. Alone and rich. My parent’s had been wealthy... that meant I was now the lucky one. Some luck, huh? I’d have traded all my money just to have been able to speak to my parents one more time…

I was fifteen years old the day he came into my life… the day both of our lives changed. I am a firm believer in fate and yes, it was as though the Gods had dropped him from the sky into my life. Looking up into his amber eyes was as natural to me as taking my next breath. We belonged together… I knew it but I don’t really think HE did at that moment.

He does now…

He takes a deep breath, holds it and gently exhales. I turn to my side so that I face him in the bed. He’s even more beautiful now than he was then… but it hasn’t been that long ago.

I close my eyes then to relive our first time… and shiver pleasantly with the sensations it brings forth. He was tender, sweet, romantic… he even cried. I wasn’t surprised…

We’d fought horribly before he’d brought me back to his place. He’d stumbled upon me in the Met and had found me making out with a man two years older than his own 28 years. I’d only went home with him because I knew, at 16 that I was underage, that I could get thrown out of the bar or picked up by the police and escorted home.

Being grounded one more time meant a punishment worse than I could have imagined from my aunt and uncle. I’d pushed things just a bit farther than they were happy walrealready and their previous threats to throw me to the wolves and let me lead my own life would surely come to fruition were I to be escorted home by the police.

I might have thought I wanted to be thrown out at one time in my life. I might’ve even entertained thoughts of living on my own and taking care of myself but the real truth was that I was deep down scared of being alone… it was a fate worse even than death to me.

Alone, No, I just couldn’t fathom the thought.

He knew this… just like he knew everything about me. How? I don’t know. Lover’s intuition? Maybe. But he knew it. Just like he knew where I was that night he stormed into the Met and pulled me out of a potentially dangerous situation- being with a strange man in a compromising position. My hero, that’s what he was. My knight in shining armor. My ultimate seducer.

He still is.

He drug me, protesting all the way, thru the club entrance, shoving me into his shiny silver Porsche- the one that he’d wrecked three months previous, escaping without a scratch. I’d cried for two entire days when I’d heard of his accident. Losing my parents had been traumatic… losing HIM would’ve killed me for sure.

“You got the car back.”, I commented as he threw himself into the driver’s seat, giving me a look that sent a shiver rolling down my spine. He does that, you know… gives you those looks that could kill. I’d never seen it until I got one from him and now I know what that phrase means. His picture should be beside it in the Dictionary.

“Just shut the fuck UP!”, he growled at me, narrowing his eyes as he ground the gears in his pride and joy. “Do you have a CLUE what the fuck you were doing back there? Do you?”, he shouted, taking the turn on two wheels. I did the wise thing, I kept my mouth shut. I know him well enough by now to realize when to talk and when to just let him explode.

“You looked like a fucking SLUT, Rin! How many times have I told you to stay the hell away from those clubs? From those men?”, he yelled louder, pushing the accelerator to the floor.

I hunkered down in the seat, closing my eyes as he swung around another corner. By this time I’d figured out he was taking me back to his place, NOT home. I was thankful for small favors…

“You are SO fucking lucky Kohaku called me!”, he said thru clenched teeth. I opened my eyes… Kohaku? Kohaku had ragged on me???

“What? You didn’t know? You think I don’t have my own people here watching out for you, Rin? You think I’m that fucking stupid?”, he asked.

I’d take care of Kohaku in a few days… fucking SPY! I’d thought he was MY friend, not Sesshomaru’s. Sesshomaru had probably paid him quite well for his spying ways… I was seething!

“You are sixteen years OLD!”, he shouted, his face turning red now, amber eyes bulging from their sockets.

Did he think I didn’t know how OLD I was? Actually he was WRONG! I’d be seventeen in two months. If I’d had balls of iron I’d have told him that… but I had more brains than balls. I wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t just slap me if I backtalked him.

“GET OUT!”, he said as soon as he braked hard in the parking garage. I shoved my shoulder against the door and lifted the handle at the same time, watching him out of the corner of my eye. I still thought he might just smack me if he was angry enough and I had no reason to doubt his anger at that moment. I don’t think I’d EVER seen him so furious since I’d met him.

Before I had a chance to properly get to my feet, he’d appeared beside me, his hand clasped firmly on my bicep. Dragging me to the elevator, he spoke briefly to the security guard who looked right thru me as if I weren’t there.

THAT made me jealous as hell! Just how many squirming girls DID my Sesshomaru bring home… one, two… three? I wanted to ask him but I bit my lip instead… now was NOT the time. But I WOULD ask him.

Sesshomaru had bought his Tokyo apartment a few months before he’d t wit with his girlfriend, Kagura. I hated her, and NOT just because she had the Sesshomaru I wanted… the Sesshomaru that took her to bed and made love to her, that kissed her like a man should kiss a woman- not like an affectionate uncle would a niece. I hated her because she had the wool pulled over his eyes so far that he couldn’t have seen the truth if it had hit him upside his pretty head. She was horrible to him, rude and arrogant with his friends, demanding and careless with his heart. It mad ach ache to see him unhappy but he wouldn’t listen to anybody… which wasn’t such a surprise!

I had never been nice to Kagura, a fact that Sesshomaru never let me forget. I reckoned he truly believed that I single handedly ended his love affair with her! As if!

I’d not been a bitch to her… I hadn’t ever really been hateful, mean or spiteful… I just ignored her. He’d made the mistake of bringing her around me only once… he’d never done it again. I’d lived thru his “on again, off again” relationship with HER for over a year. I‘d lived thru his ‘denials’ of their love affair until I thought I‘d puke and I couldn’t have been happier when he’d told me that they’d finally broken up and it had been his idea… even though he’d informed me that he was hurting. Poor baby…

Snapped back to the present, I saw we were in the elevator going up into the penthouse… HIS Penthouse. YES, my Sesshomaru had bought a penthouse apartment fit for a king!

I sneaked a look at him from underneath my lashes. He could take my breath away sometimes… no wonder hordes of females were after him… he was so good looking, especially when he was angry!

I couldn’t stay mad at him… even when he frustrated me to no end. He cared for me and I knew it. In fact, he was the only person in my life that I knew for a FACT genuinely cared for me.

When I’d been at Sacred Heart, he’d visited me regularly. He’d sent me packages with beautiful presents, wrote letters and emails with vivid descriptions of his travels and experiences all over the world and made me feel wanted in a world that for a time, I wasn‘t sure I even wanted to return to.

And I’d fallen deeper and deeper in love with him with each gift, each email, each phone call and each visit I received. He’d been the one to convince me to break out of the shell I’d built around myself since the accident. He’d been the one that had coaxed me into going back to finish up my schooling. He’d been the one to insist I cooperate with the doctors… the endless stream of doctors that came and went through my life during that year. I’d done it for myself… but I’d done it more for him.

Funny… Kagura was the one that had told him he was in love with me…

He’d called her crazy and had even laughed when he’d told me the story of how it had all come about. It had been the conversation that had finally ended their ‘romance’… and it had been about me.

She’d told him that she knew I was in love with him… that I wasn’t a little girl… and that he was also in love with me. His eyes had flitted nervously back and forth between my eyes and the window as he’d laughed… but I’d seen the look there… I’d read between the lines. He DID love me… he just didn’t think it was right. He was fighting it and it was up to me to convince him NOT to.

Why was he fighting it? Because I was sixteen and he was twenty eight. He was too ‘old’ for me, I was too ‘young’ for him.

Bullshit!

I’d let him sit there and convince himself that Kagura was crazy… mad… delirious and I’d not spoken one word. I’d looked him in the eye the entire time with my heart in my throat, my nails digging into my palm until it stung… waiting for him to come up for air and accept what I saw in his face every time he looked at me…

Then I’d started my own way of convincing him…

I’d never dated… not since I’d met him and fallen in love with the ‘real Sesshomaru’. He often asked me about boys but I only told him I was too busy with school… with my life… when the truth was I was too busy loving him.

But after that day… when he’d laughed off as best he could what Kagura had revealed to him… I’d decided I needed to do a little pushing of my own.

So I’d started to date.

He’d seemed happy at first. That had left me feeling furious… but I kept on at it… thinking I’d be able to reach him somehow. Not until I’d started dating guys HIS age and a little older had he started giving me THE ATTITUDE. The one that left he and I both screaming at each other over and over again until we swore we’d had it and weren’t going to see each other EVER… only he always came back… or I always went back to him.

He was all I had… really.

The past month, he’d been home a lot. He was vacations and he had drug me out of the MET four times already, in the space of thirty days. He’d taken me home to my uncle and aunt twice with a tongue lashing that had left me in tears, my head buried underneath my pillow until I‘d drifted to sleep. He was horrible when he wanted to be, but to be fair, I knew how to push his buttons and it didn‘t take very much.

The third time he’d taken me to Kohaku’s house, swearing so loudly at me that the neighbors had peeked out their windows at us as we’d made our way up the walk. I had gotten drunk when he got to me and he’d been beyond furious… he’d been livid! The entire time I’d thrown up in Kohaku’s toilet he’d sat right there on the side of the tub- wiping my face, asking how I was and cursing at me all in the same breath. I’d fallen asleep in his arms on the sofa… waking up only to find him gone the next morning and a horrid hangover my punishment for the night before… at least that’s what Sesshomaru had told Kohaku to be sure to TELL me.

Now he’d found me again, dragging me away like a child, swearing at me as loud as he could, looking at me as if he hated me. THAT was what hurt the most, seeing the anger and pain in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was bringing him closer or just pushing him away…

I felt him take my hand as the elevator doors opened up and followed him meekly into his place. Everything was in place, his cleaning service must’ve been there recently… even though he was known for his neatness.

He pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, only to open it up a minute later and toss in one of his T-shirts, hitting me in the face with it before he slammed the door once again. That was when I started to cry… no, not bellowing sobs… but silent hurtful tears. I was confused, hurt, angry and in love. I didn’t know what to do.

“I better hear that water running by the time I count to ten or I’m gonna stick you in the shower myself, Rin! And trust me, you do NOT want that!”, he said thru the door. I stuck my tongue out, whipping my shirt over my head and tugging my jeans down swiftly as I wiped my tears from my face.

“Why don’t you just COME in here and do it?”, I whispered at the door, my body tingling with the thought. Still, he was too angry with me yet for me to even think of being cute with him.

I took the shower he’d demanded of me, scrubbing off the perfume and makeup I knew he hated. When I got out, I toweled off and put on his T-shirt, inhaling his scent as it slid down over my body. Grabbing a brush, I pulled it thru my wet, tangled hair- hearing a knock at the door as I lay it aside.

“Rin, are you decent?”, he asked.

“No.”, I said, feeling defiant.

“Too bad, I’m coming in.”, he said and opened the door just an inch or so. “Hurry up and get out of here. We need to talk.”, he said gruffly, slamming the door shut once again.

Cursing him silently all the while, I picked up my discarded clothing as well as my damp towels and washcloth and threw them into his laundry hamper in the linen closet.

“OUT!”, he said firmly, opening the door before I had a chance to do it for myself. I stood in front of him, framed in the doorway of the bathroom. His golden eyes still radiated anger… but I kept my own fastened to them, wanting him to LOOK at me… to SEE me.

His eyes slid from my face to my chest, almost casually. I could feel my nipples tingling as his gaze rested there a little longer than necessary, taking me off guard, he grabbed my hand with something akin to a growl coming from his throat and pulled me toward his bedroom.

“Get some… HERE! Put on this… and this… and THIS!”, he said, digging in his dresser drawers to pull out and throw a pair of sweat pants, an oversized sweatshirt AND a thick flannel robe at me.

“But Sesshomaru, it’s HOT!”, I complained.

“I don’t give a FUCK, put it on!”, he shouted.

THAT’S when I started to cry out loud. I suppose I just lost it then. He was treating me as he’d always treated me… like a little girl. I hadn’t a snowball’s chance in HELL of ever having him WANT me as a woman… of being HIS girl. It was something I’d never know and it broke my heart.

“Rin, stop it.”, he said but that only made me cry harder. I put my hands to my face and sobbed into them. I’d loved him with all my heart for over a year. He’d been my savior, my white knight, the lover in my dreams…

“Rin…”, he said, this time softer. I felt his arm around my shoulders, felt him gently pushing me backward until the backs of my knees hit the side of his bed. Slumping down, I continued to cry, unable and unwilling to stop as he sank down next to me on the mattress.

“Rin, listen to me… I don’t DO this to be mean to you. You have to know that. I DO it because I see you losing control. You’ve come too far to make a mess of your life. I won’t let you do it.”, he said, his hand touching my cheek, then grasping my fingers to pull them away from my face.

“Don’t cry, please. You know I hate it when you do.”, he said, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life… oh God he felt like heaven to me… it was all I wanted… to be in his arms.

I felt him stiffen, heard him make a small noise… pressed myself closer to him and buried my head in the sweetness between his shoulder and neck. He smelled so good, he always did. My lips naturally found the skin there that was so kissable… the skin I’d dreamed of kissing, tasting since I’d first laid eyes on him. Tiny kisses at first… brushes of my lips against his skin. I heard his breath quicken… bit down gently… felt his hands tighten on my biceps… as if to push me off, but then pull me closer as well.

“Rin…”, he whispered… his voice faltering. It made me love him even more. I WANTED him. I wanted him to want ME.

I moved my hands up his neck, letting my mouth move to his jaw then to the corner of his mouth.

“What-?”, he moaned before I pressed my lips to his, finally feeling that soft warmth slide against my own.

“Sesshomaru…”, I whispered into his open mouth.

“Not… no…”, he muttered, shaking his head from right to left as we kissed. He was still fighting it… but he was losing and I knew it.

I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, feeling his hands slide from my biceps up to my .
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“Rin... oh God… no…”, he breathed, pulling back from me, his eyes wide and frightened looking.

“Yes.”, I said, my finger reachout out to trace his slightly swollen lower lip. He closed his eyes, fighting for control and I couldn’t help myself. I HAD to see… was he aroused? Did his BODY want me even if HE couldn’t say he did? My eyes slid down… taking is jes jean clad thighs… then inward until I saw the bulge there, the hard package. I moved my hand to his thigh, heard him moan… slid it inward… and laid it there… feeling him jerk and moan louder.

“No, Rin. Damn it! This… NO!”, he said, shoving my hand off him and getting up off the bed.

“Why NOT, Sesshomaru?”

“Why NOT?”

“Yes!”

“Why NOT?”, he asked again, his golden eyes raking over my body, still covered in his T-shirt.

“Yes, Sesshomaru… why not? You WANT me. I KNOW you do. I love you, Sesshomaru. Please.”, I said, rising off the bed to go to him.

He put up a hand as if to ward me off… but I paid no mind. I wanted him, he was mine.

“Rin, this is so wrong in every fucking way! You... I’ve taken care of you… I’ve… I’m responsible for you, damn it! I can’t… we won’t… YOU can’t..”, he stammered as I peeled off the shirt and let it fall to the floor. His mouth hung open… I kept walking toward him.

“Rin.” He sounded as if he were strangling. I wanted to rescue him.

“Sesshomaru, I love you. I want you and only you.”, I said, stepping into his space now. His eyes slid over me helplessly. His breath puffed into my face… the heat from his body warming my own.

I took his hand, feeling the resistance… hearing his protest… denying it. Sliding it to my waist, I went for the other one... this one I moved to my breast. He hitched a breath, his eyes on mine as his fingers squeezed... his thumb finding my nipple as if it had already touched me there.

In my dreams, it had.

I backed toward the bed, leading him this time.

“Rin…”, he groaned, both hands on my breasts now as we sank to his bed together.

“Love me.”, I said, reaching up to unclasp his belt.

“I… can’t…”, he moaned, weakly batting my hands away.

“Yes, you can.”, I said softly pushing his jeans down.

“You’re so young…”, he said and I swear I thought he was going to cry.

“No, Just hush…”, I said.

“People…”, he stammered as I got to my knees to lift his shirt over his head.

“Nobody has to know.”, I said, throwing the shirt to the floor as I pressed myself to him. Oh, he felt amazing. Skin to skin against my Sesshomaru…warm, smooth…

“But...”, he sighed, his hand going back to my waist to pull me closer.

“Shhhh…”, I laughed softly, laying back on the bed as I pulled him with me. I spread my legs so that he could lay between them, holding him… needing him.

“Wrong…”, he murmured as his mouth sought mine. Finding it, he kissed me, pushing his pelvis deeply into the cleft between my legs.

“Sess… love me… please..”, I sighed, pushing back. The heat between our bodies was almost unbearable. I moved my hands to his bottom and squeezed… I’d always loved his ass.

“I do… love... you... ohgod!”, he moaned, pushing into me and sliding me to the head of the bed as he did.

I let my fingers play in his long hair… so soft, so sweet. Touching the back of his neck, I heard him sigh… smiling when I realized I’d found one of his sweet spots.

He lifted his mouth from mine, his eyes burning into me.

“I can still stop… if you… you’ll just… go… please. I can stop. We can stop.”, he moaned, even as he slowly, steadily humped against my body.

“No you can’t and I don’t want to. I want you to make love to me, teach me… show me…”, I said, sliding my hands into the back of his boxers. He was hot here as well, the skin smooth as silk and warm as butter.

“Rin… I… want to.”, he groaned before his hands fisted in my hair as he kissed me harder, more deeply.

I felt his tongue probe my lips, sliding sweetly between them and to the roof of my mouth. Catching it, I sucked on it… hearing him swear into me.

His hands moved from my hair, down my ribs, to his own boxers. Raising himself on one elbow, he used his free hand and slid himself quickly out of his undergarment, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt his thick, hot, hard penis move against the sensitive skin of my belly. Felt the tip slide moistly back and forth there as he situated himself between my legs.

“Say no if you don’t want this… say no.”, he begged.

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I always have.”, I countered.

“Have you ever… done-?”, he asked, his voice breaking. I knew he was divided... part of him wanted to take me so badly he had no coherent thought running thru his brain yet the other part of him was screaming that it was wrong... so wrong.

“No, you’re my first. That’s how I wanted it to be.”, I said.

“Dear God, Rin…”, he sighed, his eyes closing.

I reached for his head, cradling his cheeks between my palms, guiding him to my breasts. I felt his mouth at once, warm and wet over my aching nipple. He kissed it, licked it, bit it and then sucked it… going to the opposite one to pay it the same homage. I was pulling at his hair by this time… my desire for him fierce- something I could no longer handle. He would have to lead the way, I only knew what I wanted and needed and that was HIM.

“Beautiful…”, I heard him murmur as his mouth slid down my belly. I ached for him… physically ached… I wondered if he ached for me.

“Sweet…”, he whispered… parting the curls at my center, blowing his warm breath over my hot skin.

His tongue felt like a branding iron… hot. I cried out, my body arching up off the bed to meet his mouth… he, holding me down as he licked and sucked me into oblivion.

“Sess... no! I need… more…”, I hissed, wrenching my body away from him.

“Huh?”, he whispered, his eyes dazed and soft as he lifted his head from me.

“Need… you… please?”, I begged.

“Sure?”, he asked, even as he was crawling back up toward me.

“As sure as I’ve ever been. “, I said softly, looking into his eyes.

His gentle hands cupped my bottom, tilting me up.

“Relax, baby.”, he said softly. “I’d never hurt you but this might… just… a little…”, he grunted as he pressed himself against his his eyes full of worry and care.

I kept my eyes on him… daring him to close his own. I wanted him with me all the way… no fantasies, no imagination… just US. Sesshomaru and Rin.

I felt him enter me, pressing gently but firmly up into me. His eyes drifted shut… his teeth worrying his lower lip. He grunted softly once more, pushing in further…

“Tight...”, he moaned.

“It’s ok… don’t stop… please…”, I whispered.

“No… won’t... just loosen up, sweetheart… relax… let me… kiss you…”, he moaned, pushing in a bit more.

I grabbed his face, pulling him to me, and we kissed. I lost myself in his kiss, lost myself to the s of of him… the smell and taste of him. My Sesshomaru…

When he broke through, I felt it… and I cried.

“Shhhh... shhhh… it’s ok, sweetheart... I’m so sorry… shhhhh…”, he cried with me… his hands sliding up to caress every bit of skin he could as he pressed feathery soft kisses around and onto my lips. I felt his rhythm change then… his strokes become more sure… stronger.

“Oh… Rin…”, he groaned, his thrusts deeper and steady.

“Sess…”, I cried… wrapping my legs around his waist… wanting him to say with me forever… never wanting it to end... knowing it was coming… I was coming.

“Look at me, Rin…”, he breathed, his eyes dark and serious. “I love you.”, he said, his movements slowly rocking us together on the bed.

“Me… I… love you, Sesshomaru.”, I cried, feeling his hand slide between us to touch me where we were joined… the rough pad of his thumb stroking the secret place between my legs.

With a force I’d never expected, I came… crying his name… holding tightly to him… and somewhere in there, I heard his own hoarse cry .

*****
ingiinging me back to the present, I feel his fingers brush across my face. I look at him and smile , he is smiling back at me… looking so adorable in his drowsiness.

“What are you thinking?”, he asks, moving over to snuggle against me. He IS a cuddler, the rumors are true!

“About you.”, I say, wrapping an arm about his waist as I press myself even closer to him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, I love you, Sess”

“I know you do…”, he yawns, looking so much like a little boy that I want to just eat him up. “Love you too…”, he murmurs, his eyes drifting shut as he falls back into sleep. I lie awake and watch him… I just like to DO that sometimes… he doesn’t even realize it.

It’s been two years since I brought him to his senses. No, we can’t let the world know we exist… he still has to play the part of the single, handsome business man. He’s still linked to every pretty girl that the media might think he looks good with… but I’m the one he comes home to… I’m the one he sleeps with… I’m the one he loves. Me.