A Dance To Remember

Disclaimer - I don't own Inuyasha. Nor do I own Sesshomaru and Kagome. But I can write them doing stuff together

Thoughts - I've noticed as an author that ever since the posting of my stories, I havent read any fanfiction but instead opted for working on my own. While this process is tiresome, it makes me feel more respect for those who are (or have already) created their own stories. The amount of work is unbelievable and I'm sure that now when I read a fanfiction that's not my own, I will be more understanding if the author takes longer to post or update a new chapter.

Recognitions - I would like to recognize all writers of fanfiction, because in some way or other, you have inspired me.


Chapter 2: Submit To Me


The tears fill my astonished eyes
And my full heart is like to break,
And yet ’tis all embannered lies,
A dream those little drummers make.

~Richard Le Gallienne (Excerpt from “This Is War”)

She stood still, her hands clenching on either side of her as she waited, expecting him to attack her…kiss her…anything. Instead she only waited…and waited…and waited.

When she finally opened her eyes she found Sesshomaru leaning casually against the western-style bed, his face passive. Nothing of his thoughts showed themselves to her as he just stood there, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His black robes were slightly askew to show he had loosened them, and she saw that he had untied his hair from its braid.

Hiding behind her defensive wall, she huffed angrily, and crossed her own arms, staring just as passively back at him. She saw his eyes flash and unconsciously tilted her chin up in a show of defiance.

He uncrossed his arms and slowly, very slowly, began walking towards her, almost as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

‘The gong made it obvious enough…’ She thought sourly as he stopped just in front of her.

Unblinking, she tilted her face up to look into his and continued on with their staring contest.

“Go wash.” He said suddenly, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Go marry someone else.”

His eyes widened at the rude remark and he brought himself to his full height above her. She remained unfazed, much to his annoyance.

“Watch yourself little one or you will be find yourself on my bad side.” He said, a clear threat in his voice. Kagome bristled further.

“I’m not a child anymore Sesshomaru. Do not treat me as such.”

“Not a child? Then will you accept your responsibilities as an adult?” She paled slightly.

“If I have to, yes I will.” She said grudgingly after a while, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her behaving like a lowly peasant, unwilling to serve their master.

“Good, now do as I say. You stink of my brother’s scent.” Her hands formed themselves into fists.

“He smells at lot better then YOU at least!”

Immediately afterwards, she knew that was the wrong thing to say. In a heart beat he appeared directly in front of her and unready for it, she stepped backwards, feeling the screen door at her back.

“Is that so? Well then, I guess that I will have to come with you as you bathe.” He said softly. She didn't miss the anger that was there, but stubbornly refused to let it faze her.

“Like hell you will!”

“Do not curse at me you little twit!” He snarled, grabbing her chin forcefully with his hand. She spit in his face, her eyes shooting daggers up at him.

“Watch me! What do you care? You’ll take me either way so what are my options?”

In an instant his other hand connected with the side of her face and she cried out as pain shot through her cheek. Her head snapped to the side with the force of it and she felt him grab her by the nape of her neck, dragging her head backwards with a speed that she had never thought was possible. She hissed in pain and tried to kick out at him but his lips suddenly came down crushingly over hers, their fullness taking hold of her entire mouth, forcing it open for his tongue to invade her sweetness. She gagged and cried out, her arms beating against his chest and shoulders to try and fight him off.

He snarled and caught her arms, his tongue loosing its aggressiveness to try slowly run a seductive trail across her bottom lip. He felt her stiffen but only tightened his hold on her, until finally he heard her release a tiny sound, almost like a moan.

He left her gasping as he broke away and licked an enthralling trail of hard, nipping kisses down her neck onto her shoulder, his long, nimble fingers tugging off her obi and allowing the outermost layer of her shiru-maku to slid down on their own accord since there was now nothing left to hold them in place.

“I thought you said you wanted me to go wash?” She asked, surprised when her voice came out surprisingly calm. He growled and nipped softly at her cheek.

“I do.” One of his hands traced over the side of her face, the other pushing through the folds of her wedding dress.

“Then get away from me.” She said, her voice switching from obediant to cold as fast as he had struck her earlier. For a moment he became still and then she heard what almost sounded like an agitated sigh before he released her and turned away.

“Follow me.” He said over his shoulder as he saw her modestly try to keep her kimono together.

“Don’t bother. You'll be taking it off soon enough anyway.” He said cynically. She glared at him and held it together more tightly in defience.

"As you will then." He said and opened another painted screen that led into a magnificent bathroom. Entering it, she took in everything around her, grudgingly impressed with how equipped it was.

The man might have been as ass, but he knew how to decorate.

The room was huge. The walls all hung with tapestries and shelves holding rare antiques like intricately carved wood paintings and expensive ceramics. Against the walls were wooden benches lined with shelves that held towels and bathing accessories. In the middle of it all was a large hot spring with a connecting waterfall that continuously poured more hot spring water into it. With a pair or smoothly cut stairs running down into the water it took up the majority of the available space. Around it, were individual clusters of shallow pools, one at each point. Looking closer, she thought she saw something orange touch the surface before diving down once again. Moving closer, she looked into the nearest one and saw a colorful managerie or carp with brightly colored water plants and polished stones placed into it's base for the fish to hide in.

‘Carp?’ Curiously, she continued looking around and saw white candles placed around the room, their soft glow giving light into the darkness. They hung from lamps and were placed in small clucters around the sides of the steaming spring. Looking up she saw that they were boasted from candle racks in the corners of the room. A large table beside it was adorned with small glass vials and jars.

Upon further examination she discovered them to be scented perfumes and oils. At least five different types of soap were placed in small bamboo plates, and as she reached for a large, heart shaped glass vile, she heard Sesshomaru’s voice cut sharply through the air.

“Do not touch that!”

Surprised, she almost dropped it, catching it just in time and sighing in relief. Silently seething at her husband for scaring her like that, she placed it back, albeit disappointedly, upon the table.

“What is it?” She asked, her earlier obstinacy leaving her as she smelled one of the soap bars. It was strong and she resisted the urge to sneeze.

Silently chastising herself, she sniffed it again, this time not as deeply and smelt traces of pine and cinnamon within it. She noticed the pine needles and clouds of brown within it, and guessed that it was the soap Sesshomaru used. It seemed too masculine to be for a woman.

He ignored her question and without another word, closed the doors and locked them. Unaware of it, she took in carved stone cabinets filled with spare clothes atop which were assorted jade or marble statues of their different gods or goddesses. Offhandedly, she noticed he kept a statue of Fugen Bosatsu, the god of enlightening wisdom, and Jizo Bosatsu, the protector of mankind. She paused and wondered at that.

'Mankind? Why would a demon have something like that?'

The sound of rippling water caught her attention and her eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder and saw Sesshomaru, water up to his waist within the steaming water. She instantly felt her throat go dry.

This wasn’t fair…he was a bastard…a self centered, conceited jerk! And yet he was graced by the gods to have a body such as that? No...this wasn’t fair… Why couldn’t hehave some nasty scars up or be missing a limb or have bad breath…or SOMETHING?

Broad shoulders were set into a smooth chest and slim waist. His body was pale and hard, muscles corded and moving beneath his skin as his he moved. His lower stomach showed off well sculpted abs and on each side of his waist were two magenta stripes that matched the ones on his face . From there, the water cut everything else off from view and she found herself torn between being relieved and being curious.

She had to remind herself that his physical appearance, while it may have been perfect, did not cloak his attitude. And she wanted to goran. She had to live with THAT for the rest of her life?She would admit that had always been spoiled, polite but still allowed from time to time to be mouthy. Now those days of freedom were gone - all because Sesshomaru didn't want it that way.

‘What does he want from me anyway? Respect? Adoration? Does he want me to say "yes master" and succumb to his every whim? HA! Can you say "never going to happen"? He doesn’t deserve anything from me, the arrogant hound.’

He looked up and saw her scowling at him.

“Don’t just stand there and stare at me like a fool, get in.” He said annoyed as he walked further in and began treading water as it deepened enough that he could no longer touch the bottom.

“I-In there? With you?” She stammered, somewhat mortified as the soap bar fell from her hand, back into it's bamboo dish.

“Yes. And now.” He said annoyed as he arched his back and leaned his head back into the water in order to wet his hair, his arms coming up to run through any possible tangles. The sheer magnificence of it paralyzed her, and when he didn’t hear her move, he growled in annoyance, straightening up once more.

“If you do not do as I say I will come over there and throw you in myself!” He said sharply. She knew he wasn't bluffing and bit her lip, not liking either of her options. She did't feel like having him touch her...so that only left her one option, and that was to go in by herself. But still…naked? She knew she couldn’t go in full clothed but gods - she'd never done this before and he just expected…? She cursed him under her breath in four different languages and hesitantly walked to the stone staircase. She stood there for a second and then slowly let the layers slide off of her body to pool at her feet on the floor.

He took in her body, the candles sending soft shadows across jer form as she stood there, almost as if she were afraid to move.

His eyebrows rose in interest.

Her legs were long and firm, stretching on only to v into the soft mound of her womanhood. His eyes trailed up, to the curves of her hips, wide and curvaceous. Her stomach was toned, her breasts, round and full in the soft light from the torches and candles. She was beautiful...perfect...every man’s dream - and she was his.

His body tensed as ab unrelenting need tore at his self control. His hands clenched, his claws slicing into the skin of his palms.

Forcing his demon nature to calm, he swam forward slowly, watching her carefully so as to make sure she wouldn't try and run. Not that it mattered. He had locked the doors for that very reason.

The water became lower and lower on him, until with one last step everything of himself was bare to her. He saw her eyes widen as she took a step back only to stop instinctively knowing he would follow her.

Because of her profession as a priestess she had been sheltered away fom men unless she was helping them to fight off a demon. She was forbidden from having a romantic relationship as it would dull her powers and keep her off track. Also, to be a priestess meant to be pure and unspoiled. The only time she had seen men naked was when tending to injuries that resulted in places around that area and so now, seeing such anundeniably exquisite male such as this was earth shattering to her.

His entire body was a glistening white, and she drank in his previously explored chest and stomach to travel downwards even further. Her eyes stilled over him and he could tell by the look in her eyes that she curious. The fact baffled him.

Her eyes went down to his legs, long and strong, their entirety slim and well toned. Gauging her reaction to every new thing she discovered, and felt his arousal spike and saw a look of challenge come into her eyes as she walked forward, her feet descended the first step cautiously, the next just as equally so, until he became impatient and with one quick movement, his hands cupped themselves around her waist and hoisted her up, only to slid her intimately down the length of him, stopping only when he felt her feet touch the ground.

“Go bring me that bar of soap you were examining earlier and something to wash with.” He said into her ear making her shiver despite the warm water.

She nodded and started towards the table laden down with soaps and oils.

Bringing back the requested items, she carefully walked back to him and curiously watched as he swam further out to where the waterfall sat, the water pouring gently into the spring. She swam after him and watched with surprise as he suddenly rose up slightly out of the water.

When she reached him, she realized that stairs had been carved there, wide enough for a person to sit on.

He sat down on one of the middle steps, where the water came to his waist and she sat a step behind him. Placing the soap and cloth to the side where the rock had been carved into a small basin, she looked back at her husband.

Seeing that she was done, he leaned back, his back rested in her lap, his head settled between her breasts as he closed his eyes. She was stiff but still soft, and upon his command she leaned back slightly, making him more comfortable.

“I want to hate you…”

“Do you?” He asked disinterestedly.

“Yes…and no. I don't completely know you yet, but your first appearance was - and is - not exactly promising.” She said, anger tingeing her voice.

“I doubt that anything in my appearance was or is, for that matter, less then to be expected.” He replied arrogantly. She leaned back and glared at the top of his head. and then there was silence.

“I can not believe that you insulted my mother’s friends.” She said in an attempt at baiting him.

He shrugged.

“How did you know?” There was amusement in his voice as he spoke.

“I didn’t. I just wanted to confirm whether you did or not.” She said jadedly.

“Little fox, you’re a tricky one.” He growled as he sat up and turned around in her arms.

“I won’t let you make me into your slave.” She said seriously as he situated his weight evenly upon her.

“Don’t worry pet. I won’t even try. You will submit eventually. All I have to do is touch you and it is so.” She gritted her teeth, her eyes looking out over the water.

“You're a bastard…” She whispered, his lips kissing her fingertips.

“You have no idea…” He whispered huskily as he felt himself harden against her.

Her refusal to bow down to him was causing his demonic instincts to surface and he was not in much of a mood to hold them at bay. Faintly he imagined in his mind that she running through the forest, and he was following after her - eventually capturing and overpowering her.

“But even so, I am ashamed that you think that.” He whispered as he nipped at her knuckles teasingly. She remained silent, her eyes looking at anything but him. He felt irritation begin to stir within him, the combination of that and his lust, making his control wane still further.

“Are you determined to ignore me?” He asked with a growl as he caught her parted lips with his.

“Are you determined to be a pompous ass to me when out in public?” She said harshly as she quickly broke away.

‘I refuse to forgive him for that…that STUNT he pulled on the balcony! The slimy bastard deserves a good kick in the-’

“I will be many things when out in public but I am anything but that.” He said in exasperation as one of his hands cupped her breast and began to massage it. He found himself becoming more and more irritated with her for refusing to go along with him and leaning forward, teased a sensitive part of her neck with his tongue.

Her response was to stiffen even more.

“Like it or not I will teach you what absolute abandon feels like. You cannot hold out forever against me.” He whispered as he massaged her breast softly, his other hand coming between them to skim over her stomach.

Her hips quivered traitorously against his roaming fingers and he splayed them over her navel, his mouth leaving her neck to create a heated trail down to her other breast.

He could feel her nerve faltering, knew she felt the pressure within her, the heat beginning to lick along her senses. The scent of her arousal assured him of it.

Teasingly, he cupped her breasts in his hands, his tongue trailing over them making her whimper softly. When one of his hands took its place, he heard her gasp, her hands coming up to dig into his back.

Feeling her resolve bout to break altogether, he nipped at her nipple, causing it to tighten, his hand simultaneously tweaking its twin. Her body jerked in response and he smiled, a low moan coming from his mouth.

She cried out when he suckled harder, his other hand leaving her breast to skim down to her hip where he raked the skin with his claws and saw her eyes widen, her throat swallowing convulsively. She felt his fingers gently rub against her center and she threw hre head back, her defenses finally falling.

She gave one loud, breathy moan, and he nipped again at her breast, his mouth swirling the satin skin with his tongue. He watched as she arched her back, her silky black hair glistening in the candlelight. He growled softly and focusing on her other breast, cupping it as one of his fingers delved inside of her warmth.

She grit her teeth as she felt him slowly begin to move inside of her, guiding her into the rhythm until she began to move against him, her legs spreading themselves wider for him.

Leaving her breast altogether, he leaned back to watch her and saw her eyes open. She tried to sit up but he responded by putting his free hand on her shoulder, pushing her down again.

He leaned back, inserting another finger into her and watching as she closed her eyes, her head throwing itself back as she dug her fingers into the stone stairs. He had to close his own eyes to calm himself when one of her hands covered the his, urging him deeper within her. He did as she wanted, plunging his fingers in to the knuckle and watched her back arch itself. Her teeth gritted themselves as she turned her head away from him and he slid his fingers back, making her inhale sharply.

"I..." She whimpered, her heel coming around his arm to hold him there, and he growled in response as he went faster, her body responding in kind by following his lead.

He experimented with her, going fast and then slow, drawing out her spirit. He wanted to hear her scream...wanted her to collapse and vow never to disobey him again. That was what he wanted.

He stroked her gently, his eyes unwittingly closing as he took in the feel of her tightness. Her warm virgin passage was heavenly, holding onto him, making him grit his teeth in order to concentrate.

He heard her give a closed-mouth scream as she found her first release a few moments later and felt a bitter dissapointment. He would have to work harder it seemed to make her give him what he wanted.

He slid the digits from her and she gave a pitiful sound of despair to try and make him pick up where he had left off. When he didn’t, one of her hands slid down to help herself but he caught it, making her whimper and writhe, her legs tightening around his arm pleadingly. He found himself panting as he leaned over her once more and licked her cheek animalistically.

“Did you know…” He whispered sensually against her ear.

“That your eyes turn the color of emeralds when you come?” He whispered, his hand once again cupping her center.

“I...no!” She whimpered as he wedged one of his thighs between hers, opening her for him. She moved her head back and forth against the stone beneath her, her hands raking his back.

His hands moved from her hips to her inner thighs, his nails scraping over the silky flesh as he pushed them apart almost painfully. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, her arms around his back as she waited for him to become one with her.

He looked down at her face, her tightly closed eyes, her parted lips. He looked over her curly hair, wild around her head and shoulders and watched her throw her head back as he flexed his hips and thrust himself to the hilt within her, breaking her virginal barrier effortlessly. There was a brief pause before she suddenly began screaming in pain, her body flailing wildly to get him off of her, to stop the ripping pain coursing through her. He held her down, growling when her forehead collided with his, purifying energies shooting from ehr hands into the air around them.

“It hurts! How could you - it hurts!” She howled, tears pouring down her face as she desperately tried to push him away.

“It will stop soon.” He said softly, unresponsive to her pain. He slowly moved forward within her as he spoke and she screamed again, her nails raking his shoulders.

“I hate you...” She hissed as he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more possessive making pain slice through her even more so than before.

“I don't care!” He growled, and her cries became silent, her legs loosening around him as she dug her nails as deeply into his back as she could, deliberately trying to draw blood. He hissed at her, ignoring her attempts to cause him pain and held her legs around him, his body waiting for release. She bit her lip, tasting her own blood and tears, even as she fought away the tiny prick of pleasure beginning to weave its way within her body. She wanted to ignore it - wanted to push it away and bury it in a hole so deep that no one would ever uncover it - but she couldn't.

Unwittingly, she tangled her hands into his hair and moved against him, the blood from her lost virginity coating her legs. And slowly, the pleasure built within her, until she herself had her eyes closed, waiting for her time to come once again. Sesshomaru came first, throwing back his head and groaning his release within her, his hot and heavy essence flowing heavily even as she groaned at her own release.

He collapsed upon her, his shoulders heaving slightly as he gasped in air.

"Monster..." She whimpered softly, feeling his face settle into the slant of her neck.

She wasn't ready for the fiery pain that shot through her neck. Screaming, she felt something warm and sticky begin to flow down over her shoulder and down her breast. And then, just as suddenly, that same pain became an intense pleasure that filled her veins with fire. Surprised, she felt power flowing through her entire being, some sort or foreign electricity exploding underneath her skin. Gritting her teeth, she felt the power build itself up until it was almost unbearable, exploded violently from her body in a tsunami of pure and unrestrained light, darkness overtaking her as it became too much for her mind to take in.