Misfortune Followed Us Home ch.15
Her eyes snapped open as she turned around and peered into the darkness. The lanterns did well lighting the area around where she rested but could not illuminate the entire onsen. She stared into the darkness which was previously behind her. The light faded and melted into a darkness that was surprisingly not unsettling. It seemed welcoming. Steam rose into the air obscuring her vision as she searched. She caught a glimpse of melted gold before it disappeared again.
“Are you going to sit there and stare at me all night miko?”
She gasped and ducked down into the water trying to hide herself from sight.
“What the hell are you doing here,” she hissed.
“Do not be insulted miko. It was you who trespassed on this Sesshoumaru. I commend you on refraining from screeching.”
“Overbearing ass,” she huffed as she glared at his twin molten gold orbs.
He was suddenly in front of her. She couldn’t help but to audibly gulp as the chiseled male appeared. The lanterns did little but to add a low glow. The effect of the light on his skin was mesmerizing. It seemed as if he was bathed in gold, his skin glowed from within. He towered above her; his wet, silky hair formed a curtain around them as he looked down at her. Water droplets rolled off the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen and she could not help but watch as one made its way from the hollow of his throat and slowly dragged its way down his body to meld with the water in the spring. This involuntary action drew her attention to the magenta stripes wrapped around his hips that curved down and disappeared below the water line. A low rumbling sound caught her attention. She looked up and nearly scowled as she realized Sesshoumaru was chuckling at her. She blushed and turned away, sinking back into the water. Crossing her arms, she tried her best to ignore the male behind her.
It was her scent that stopped him from reprimanding the onna. He never noticed much about this girl before. It was easily noticeable before that the girl held a great deal of affection for the hanyou. Though, through the few hours he traveled with the hanyou’s pack, even he was able to tell the miko had given up. He couldn’t care less about who the hanyou ended up with, but he could not help but admit to himself that he was glad the miko had given up. She had proven her prowess in handling her chosen weapon and showed a great deal of potential to gain mastery of many other forms. He found himself wanting to teach her. Her attitude however, was in need of much reform. He had been resting in the spring when she appeared. At first he wanted nothing more than to punish the girl for even daring to intrude upon him. As he watched her however, he realized she really did not notice he was there. The scent of her stress and agitation was palpable and heavy. An unknown emotion crossed him and instead of reprimanding the girl he let her rest. Before he knew what he was doing he spoke. He watched as she looked for him. He allowed some of his youki to seep into his eyes. They glowed for a couple seconds before he withdrew it. He decided to taunt her a little, knowing she couldn’t see him. The foolish girl ducked down into the water, as if he had not already seen what she had to offer. He enjoyed toying with her until the girl had the nerve to insult him. He appeared in front of the girl, intending on striking fear into her and stopping this defiant behavior once and for all. The situation changed however when he was standing over her. Her scent wafted up to his nose and he nearly groaned. It was hard to describe exactly what the scent was. Her normal scent of pomegranate and raspberries was amplified, a mouthwatering scent that called to his baser instincts. He wanted to sink his fangs into her supple flesh. She really had filled out nicely. Long supple legs, full round hips, a narrow waist. He was entranced by her breasts, full he could easily see they would fit perfectly in his palm. Her slender neck lead to a slightly more narrow face. Her baby fat had melted away leaving a perfect oval shape. Her almond shaped eyes and button nose accented her full sumptuous lips. Her long, wet onyx strands curled in the humidity and framed her face beautifully. He had to restrain himself from touching her. “How could a ningen onna capture me so fully,” he thought. He wanted to believe the girl had cast a spell on him but he was no fool. This girl did not have it in her to magically charm someone. He began to chuckle, a low rumbling sound that spread out from his chest. He watched as she flushed beautifully and turned away from him. He could not help but to reach for her.
She jumped as she felt his large clawed hand settle on her shoulder. She turned to look up at him and wanted back away when she caught a glimpse of his eyes, they glowed a light red; she didn’t quite know what that meant. She felt his hand glide up the back of her neck and cradle her head. He fisted the hair there, holding her steady as he leaned forward. He stopped short of touching her lips before he gave in and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She shook, confused before losing herself in the sensation. She gripped his long flowing locks and pulled herself closer. She gasped as he released her hair and gripped her around the waist, hauling her up and depositing her on the edge of the spring. She barely noticed the move. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He pulled back sensing her need for air his red stained orbs searching her face. Her eyes were glazed over in lust and she moaned in disappointment. The low sound struck something in him and he knew if he did not leave her now she would not return to camp in the same condition she arrived. She had closed her eyes in anticipation of more and he disappeared, leaving her alone and wanting in the warm water.
