Angel

Pairing: Sess/OC
Disclaimer: blah blah, dont own

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The sun smiled down upon them through the small clearing of trees they sat in. She had asked him out here for a specific reason, and she was terrified he would turn her away. He sat atop a raised root in the ground, perched silently there, as if he were a statue. His beauty was captivating in the sunlight, it seemed to only make him glow as he sat there, staring at her body. His long hair moved with the wind, and settled back perfectly into place. He was perfect, except for his expression... that was priceless. It wasn't the usual blankness that he displayed for the others, it was calm and attentive and gentle. Her pulse quickened under the intensity of that stare and her heart ached from the sheer bliss of his attention that he gave her. She was so naive... and he probably thought so too, but he never said so. He always treated her so perfectly, and now... here they were, alone, out of her request... and he merely sat there while she gained the courage to ask him what it was she had wanted to ask him for so long. Though it should've been more of a big deal to him, the hidden message she wished to convey was a larger one to her. It meant possible rejection, and she honestly couldn't survive that.

"Ayana..." she heard him murmur to her back, which startled her from her haze.

Slowly she turned to address him, but the words she wished to produce were stuck in her throat. Those golden eyes of his seemed to pour out into the very air she breathed and threatened to consume her soul if she were to draw a single breath. In all actuallity... her soul had been lost to him the first moment he had ever set those golden orbs upon her. They were captivating and strong... and beautiful, like him.

His eyes were like the window to his soul when they were opened like they were to her now. They only seemed to make his presence shine more in her own eyes. The words still wouldn't come as she stayed locked in his gaze and he merely tilted his head to the side as if to encourage her. A little smirk came to his lips, making his eyes even more captivating, if it were at all possible, which unfortunately for her... it was.

Looking to the ground quickly and away from his gaze, she seeked confidence to speak to him, but yet still she couldn't. She could feel the heat from his gaze beating down upon her, stealing her breath away from her, hindering her words from coming. She fumbled with her voice, pleading with it on the inside to produce some sort of intellegent speech, but still it refused her.

Shaking her head in frustration, she continued to try, a little closer than she once was. She was determined to speak to him, and to ask him what she had come out here to ask, she would do it! While the inner turmoil of fear continued to rack through her system, she never felt him leave the root he had once sat upon, and she certainly never felt him come to stand in front of her.

Slowly, the nails of his right hand came through her veil of hair shielding her from him, to run softly across the smooth skin of her cheek. The feel of his simple touch quelled the frustration in her, stopping all thought as the tender flesh of his fingers swept over the same warm skin his nails had just passed. Tenderly his palm came to rest along her jaw, allowing his thumb to graze along her soft cheek, beconing her to look up into his eyes.

She wasn't ready however, but he wouldn't stand for this from her. He didn't force her to face him, but oh so gently he coaxed her to look up at him, caressing her cheek lovingly as his gaze washed over her once more. A gentle breeze passed through the clearing where they stood, ruffling the feather of her glossy wings, letting them shimmer fully in the sunlight.

His gaze shifted from her face to the sudden movement of her angelic wings shining in the light of the sun. He seemed captivated by the sight, and merely stared at them as she let them stretch out a little to enjoy the breeze and the warmth that touched them. The pleasure was intense. A gentle hand continued to caress her cheek as her most sensitive features basked in the light from a wondering gaze and the warmth from a shining star.

He was captivated, she could feel it. Just like the stares her eyes had been locked in, now his were locked on her wings. She almost couldn't help it as a soft whimper escaped her parted lips which broke his silent praisings and brought that awed stare back to land once again upon her face. Slowly she opened her eyes, letting them drown into his. No longer did she feel nervous but...accepted. No. That really wasn't the word, and in all actuality there was no word to describe the feelings that were going through her at this moment except perfect. She had his attention, and her fear had disapated at last.

"Would you like to touch them, Sesshoumaru?" she whispered, watching his eyes widen in silent shock. The look stayed, which was unusual for the demon lord, usually he recovered quickly. The look that came next only made her melt though. Slowly those golden eyes smoothed into a smile as his lips imitated them in a perfect fluid motion. A slow, single shallow nod was all she recieved as she reached for the hand resting upon her face.

Slowly she took his larger hand in her own, and guided it to the top of her left wing. He let his hand rest upon her, gently caressing the soft top feathers of her wing as her hand left his alone to explore.

This woman captivated him, not only her wings, but her very essence. She was strong and alluring and he desperately seeked to caress more than just the gorgeous white wings that reached out from her body. Her eyes were closed in silent bliss at the feel of his hand upon her, and ever so slowly, he descended upon her to worship her the way he had always secretly desired.

Her lips were soft to the feel of his own, and with a startled gasp she opened her mouth to his own. He took the offering and slipped his tongue past the barrier of her perfect lips to delve deeply into the recesses of her warm mouth. She was sweet, unlike anything he had been privelaged to sample, and he craved more from her. MOving his hand away from her wing, he came to wrap his arm around her waist, drawing her soft tender body closer upon his strong frame. Her tongue shyly passed along his, and he felt himself swell from the insistance of his need and her touch. His free hand came to rest upon her small jaw, tilting her face up farther to meet his needy mouth, opening her further to him as he delved farther into her, tasting every inch of her sweet cavern that had once been hidden to him. He needed her, and he needed her now at this very instant.

Carefully he guided her small body to the ground, letting her kneel in front of him as he mirrored her. Still taller, he towered above her as he slowly allowed his clawed hand to rake over her shoulder, pulling the sleeves of her white kimono off of her. Her belt hindered them from going far, and in one motion, it was gone, and her garments were free to slip from her flawless body. Her skin was the purest white, and looked softer than the finest silk. Her cheeks were tinged with a bright red, displaying her innocence to him. That innocence only made him hunger for her even more.

Slowly he moved closer to the young woman in front of him, determined not to frighten her with his impending need, though she didn't seem frightened in the least. A smile came to his lips as he once again kissed hers.

"Ayana..." he murmured against the tender skin on her neck, that pulsed quickly under his mouth. Her breathing was quick and shallow, excited at the closeness of his own body.

"Do you want this?" He asked her silently, praying to the heavens she understood him and that she wouldn't reject him.

To his pure delight he felt her soft tender hands come up into his silky hair, holding his head in place as she whispered a breathy "Yes."

He needed no further encouragement and set to work to make the angel he held in his arms, his.

His mouth set out on its own journey of her sweet body, not wanting to leave a curve untouched. A gasp was torn from her throat as his warm lips set upon her nipple in a light kiss and a scream issued forth after the warmth of his mouth was set upon it. He drew uon her, tasting and worshiping her breast with everything that he was. Her taste was perfect and he couldn't seem to get enough as he moved to the other neglected breast. He nipped at her, making her writhe against him, then soothed the hardened bud with the passing of his tongue. It wasn't enough, simply not enough. He couldn't taste her as he wanted too, and it drove him to the brink of insanity. She had captivated him with one taste, and now she teased his senses.

Tearing his hot mouth from her tempting body, his eyes swept over her glorious figure, beholding the most amazing sight he had yet to witness. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, holding her lower half against him, but her torso bent back, leaving her perfect chest open to his hungry mouth and smoldering gaze. Her head was thrown back, hair cascading down her back and landing down upon the floor. But it was her wings, the beautiful white wings his angel bore that was the thing that captured his attention. They were stretched out in all their glory, and they seemed to shimmer in the bright sunlight. How, in all the world, could he, a Demon, come to hold a creature such as this? How? Did he deserve this moment, this glorious moment he was engaged in with her? No... he didn't, but he would have it, and he would do anything to please the woman he held right now.

Gently, he passed his fingertips over the heated flesh of her neck, grasping the back of it in his large palm and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Her blue gaze came to meet his in a picture of pure satisfaction as a smile came upon her face to greet him. Words could not come to him any longer, and she seemed to sense his hesitation. Distance had always been kept to a respectful level, and at one point it had frightened her, frightened her that she was not to his liking. Now she understood that it was his own fear and apprehension.

Slowly she leaned forward and pressed her soft supple lips upon his in a tender knowing kiss. The kiss was light, and perfect, connecting the two in a way neither had deemed possible. But it was, and now at last they could have their moment.

Her lips were still pressed against his as a loving hand came to graze the base of her wing. Gently, the claws of his hand caressed each individual feather as it followed the length of the tender appendage.

It was a moment she wished to wrap herself in forever. Nothing had ever felt so perfect and never had she felt so cherished. But the sun was soon to set.

Her lords kisses became light upon her lips and his body was less insistant upon her own. Suddenly it felt as though he was becoming distant from her, and soon she couldn't feel even his lips upon hers anymore. The pressure and heat was gone from her and she panicked. That same gentle hand changed somehow, and now felt smaller against her. Somehow she hadn't noticed but her wings had drooped upon her back, and that new hand that she felt came to rest upon the place where it came out of her back. Slowly the hand wrapped around her wing and pulled it up.

Pain. That is all she felt. Numbing pain. It seared through out her entire body as the dead weight of her wing was lifted up. Her eyes shot open, but all they were greeted with was the blackness of unconciousness. She could feel the pain, but her body was resistant to her waking from her state. Soon it passed as more pain coursed through her as the little hand wrapped something around her, and slowly her eyes came to focus another face, the face of a girl.

She wasn't in the field with her lord, but in a room with a small girl attending to her. What had happened and where was she?

Then it dawned upon her what had happened, and why she was in such excrutiating pain. She had fled from the demon lord she had left the safety of Sesshoumaru's lands to protect him from. And now she was back, back here in his lands waiting for his judgement to pass. Waiting to know if she would be sent back.

The young girl stopped her bandaging of her wing suddenly, and a new presence entered the room. A familiar one. Slowly she turned her head to look up into the face of the lord of the manner. His face was a mask to her, cruel and unforgiving as he gazed down upon her. Her heart ached as much as her body at the look upon his face that she was forced to stare at. She heared the gasp of the young girl as she realized that she was awake now.

But nothing could tear her complete attention away from the man who now graced the doorway. She knew she would not be saved and that he moment of salvation was passed. His cold stare lay upon her as her ears were assaulted with the sounds of voices very familiar to her. They were here and they were going to take her back, and he would let them.

"I will be back for you shortly, prepare her Rin, she will be leaving this room today." she heard his voice say, and with that he turned on his heel and left the room she occupied. With the slamming of the door, he sealed her fate, and she knew that her next few days would be her last, for her life would be in the hands of her old master.

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