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Chapter 2
New Beginnings
Author’s Note: Please forgive the delay. I’ve wanted to catch up on a few other stories of late, and a five-chapter Sesshomaru/Miroku story seemed to pour, fully formed, from my brain. Then the nasty Dragon BDSM story came out. But I’m back to the romantic Sesshomaru/adult Rin action now. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
Rin blushed hotly and dropped her arms from around Sesshomaru’s shoulders. His eyes narrowed. That she released him reinforced his disquiet and justified the edge of jealous anger he loathed admitting to himself even more than he detested feeling it. As always for Sesshomaru, having a mate was at best a mixed bargain and at worst a threat. Finding new ways to enjoy Rin’s body and for her to enjoy his was arousing and diverting. Just smelling her on the wind was more pleasure than he’d had in dozens of years. And there was ultimately something that simply felt “right” about the bond. It need not be questioned. Yet, he thought, looking at her downturned face after his questioning of her recent visit to or from Inuyasha (for she reeked of the accursed hanyo), there was plenty to complain of. Simply put, what formerly vexed him now dug into him like poisoned talons and threatened his self-control.
“Speak, Rin,” he said, quietly. He knew she could not explain, but if she were honest and contrite enough, the unwanted reaction that menaced him could be held at bay, managed, extinguished.
Rin felt like a fool for not realizing he would smell his half-brother on her, even though she had not even touched Inuyasha. It was Kagome she had gone to see, in any case, and she had scouted well to be sure Inuyasha was gone when she arrived. It must have been holding their child, Eien, which had left the scent on her. Even after two days, washing her kimono, and multiple baths that left Jaken wondering what had suddenly made her such a fanatic about cleanliness, he still picked up the scent. Should she make light of the matter, confessing her attempts to wash away the essence? She looked up to see if perhaps this was one of those rare occasions when Sesshomaru might be in a mood to be cajoled. His hard, unblinking gaze made plain it was not. Frowning, she realized she could count on one hand the number of times in over ten years that he had been in such a mood.
Knowing she needed to talk and talk now, she tried another approach. “You have not forbidden me to see Inuyasha, my mate,” she said in a tone of confidence she did not truly feel. Referencing their bond, she hoped, would add persuasive warmth.
His glare did not soften, even though she did speak the truth. Rin began to flush anew, now not from embarrassment but with frustration. Why did he so often make her feel so small, so subservient, so wrong? What had she done? Inuyasha was not an enemy, he was Sesshomaru’s brother. He was hanyo, and her mate hated hanyo. She knew that more deeply and more completely than anyone else living. That hatred made him refuse to release inside her. He would not have her bear his child because it could not but be hanyo. And that was why she went to see Kagome. But she would be damned if she would now confess to that to her cold, jealous mate.
Locking eyes and refusing to back down—even as his unrelenting stare made her want to cry—Rin did confess to herself that she had gone for more than just a question of how to avoid becoming with-child. She wanted to see the child born of hanyo and human and, yes, to see Inuyasha. Would not reconciliation between the brothers help Sesshomaru to release some of his prejudice and thereby bring him closer to her? Was what she wanted truly wrong?
She knew she would have to speak again. Sesshomaru always won these battles of will because he could remain silent for so long. He could be still, sullen, cold, and distant longer than any other being alive, she was certain. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remember that such traits made him an indomitable adversary, one that had protected her since the day he brought her back from death itself. She sighed and let her eyes drop. “Before I tell you what I did and why, Sesshomaru, will you at least tell me you trust me enough to know that I would never intentionally do anything to harm you or our bond?”
Sesshomaru exhaled audibly. She could feel that he did not want to offer even this much. At last, he opened his mouth to reply, and Rin knew instantly she would be grateful for any words at all. His willingness to accept in any manner the condition of her confession was more miracle than she had ever dared expect from him when he had first claimed her as his mate.
“Not intentionally” was his two-word concession. He fell silent again.
Rin smiled. She yearned to kiss him again, but she did not want to be rejected or have her affection passively tolerated. Right now, rejection was the more likely. But she was so pleased with his small response and longed to have him know. So, she smiled. Warmly, openly, and with perhaps just the slightest intention of postponing the inevitable just a bit longer. Sesshomaru did not return the smile.
Suddenly, she found herself declaring everything in a rush, not even daring to breathe between sentences. “I went because it hurts that you won’t give yourself fully to me and I hate when you withdraw and finish when you’re not inside me and their baby is one now and even walking and she’s so beautiful with her thick, black hair and golden eyes and when I told Kagome I was your mate she looked confused but she told me she was happy for me if I am happy and I told her I am very happy and she said that if you take me just before or just after I bleed each cycle then I’ll be unlikely to have a baby and I didn’t even see Inuyasha though if I had I’d only have told him that I hope someday you and he will be able to love each other as family and I’m so proud to be your mate and please don’t be angry because if you are you won’t hold me tonight and that will hurt us both so please don’t push me away just to prove a point, please, Sesshomaru-sama.” By the time she got to the final phrase, she was entirely out-of-breath and tears were forming in her large, brown eyes. She hadn’t intended to use the honorific, but at least she had successfully fought the urge to kneel and press her face to the earth before him.
“Rin,” Sesshomaru said with quiet authority, once he was sure her diatribe was concluded. That she had run out of oxygen was likely more the reason for the pause than that she had finished what she had to say, but he had heard more than enough. Calling her to attention by saying her name always succeeded, calmed her and made her attentive to his needs. He disliked the tears in her eyes. They were, as with all tears and most words, unnecessary. He wished her to wipe them away so he did not have to see or concern himself with them, but he would not ask her to do so. Her hurried explanation told him what he needed to know: she would indeed meddle in his relationship with Inuyasha, sooner or later, and now his half-brother and the fool of a reincarnated priestess he had made his mate and borne offspring with both knew of his bond with Rin. He assured himself that he was not ashamed of his mate, and it did not matter whether they understood his decision or not. He explained himself to no one, not even—if it could be avoided—to Rin. And, in any case, he had more important issues to deal with. The missing piece of the sword had to be found, and that blinding jewel would be another welcome treasure to reinforce his power. For tonight, though, all such matters could rest. Despite or perhaps because of her distasteful stench, he needed Rin. “Come, Rin. We will talk further of your propensity for indiscretion, not to mention unaccompanied travel, in the morning.”
Rin swallowed hard and wiped away her tears. She hadn’t even thought to apologize for that part. There was no denying that being Sesshomaru’s mate did not render her truly adult in his eyes, if adult meant capable of making independent decisions and acting upon them. Perhaps they should talk about that. Catching the scent of his fragrant body as he walked ahead, she was willingly lulled into recognition that tomorrow would be more than soon enough for additional discussion of any sort between them.
When Sesshomaru paused before a spreading oak and slowly began to remove his garments, she thought perhaps even additional rational thought might be discardable for this night.
. . .
Author’s Note: So…shall I skip the lemon and begin the next chapter in the morning, my friends? //grin//
Author’s Note: Please forgive the delay. I’ve wanted to catch up on a few other stories of late, and a five-chapter Sesshomaru/Miroku story seemed to pour, fully formed, from my brain. Then the nasty Dragon BDSM story came out. But I’m back to the romantic Sesshomaru/adult Rin action now. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
Rin blushed hotly and dropped her arms from around Sesshomaru’s shoulders. His eyes narrowed. That she released him reinforced his disquiet and justified the edge of jealous anger he loathed admitting to himself even more than he detested feeling it. As always for Sesshomaru, having a mate was at best a mixed bargain and at worst a threat. Finding new ways to enjoy Rin’s body and for her to enjoy his was arousing and diverting. Just smelling her on the wind was more pleasure than he’d had in dozens of years. And there was ultimately something that simply felt “right” about the bond. It need not be questioned. Yet, he thought, looking at her downturned face after his questioning of her recent visit to or from Inuyasha (for she reeked of the accursed hanyo), there was plenty to complain of. Simply put, what formerly vexed him now dug into him like poisoned talons and threatened his self-control.
“Speak, Rin,” he said, quietly. He knew she could not explain, but if she were honest and contrite enough, the unwanted reaction that menaced him could be held at bay, managed, extinguished.
Rin felt like a fool for not realizing he would smell his half-brother on her, even though she had not even touched Inuyasha. It was Kagome she had gone to see, in any case, and she had scouted well to be sure Inuyasha was gone when she arrived. It must have been holding their child, Eien, which had left the scent on her. Even after two days, washing her kimono, and multiple baths that left Jaken wondering what had suddenly made her such a fanatic about cleanliness, he still picked up the scent. Should she make light of the matter, confessing her attempts to wash away the essence? She looked up to see if perhaps this was one of those rare occasions when Sesshomaru might be in a mood to be cajoled. His hard, unblinking gaze made plain it was not. Frowning, she realized she could count on one hand the number of times in over ten years that he had been in such a mood.
Knowing she needed to talk and talk now, she tried another approach. “You have not forbidden me to see Inuyasha, my mate,” she said in a tone of confidence she did not truly feel. Referencing their bond, she hoped, would add persuasive warmth.
His glare did not soften, even though she did speak the truth. Rin began to flush anew, now not from embarrassment but with frustration. Why did he so often make her feel so small, so subservient, so wrong? What had she done? Inuyasha was not an enemy, he was Sesshomaru’s brother. He was hanyo, and her mate hated hanyo. She knew that more deeply and more completely than anyone else living. That hatred made him refuse to release inside her. He would not have her bear his child because it could not but be hanyo. And that was why she went to see Kagome. But she would be damned if she would now confess to that to her cold, jealous mate.
Locking eyes and refusing to back down—even as his unrelenting stare made her want to cry—Rin did confess to herself that she had gone for more than just a question of how to avoid becoming with-child. She wanted to see the child born of hanyo and human and, yes, to see Inuyasha. Would not reconciliation between the brothers help Sesshomaru to release some of his prejudice and thereby bring him closer to her? Was what she wanted truly wrong?
She knew she would have to speak again. Sesshomaru always won these battles of will because he could remain silent for so long. He could be still, sullen, cold, and distant longer than any other being alive, she was certain. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remember that such traits made him an indomitable adversary, one that had protected her since the day he brought her back from death itself. She sighed and let her eyes drop. “Before I tell you what I did and why, Sesshomaru, will you at least tell me you trust me enough to know that I would never intentionally do anything to harm you or our bond?”
Sesshomaru exhaled audibly. She could feel that he did not want to offer even this much. At last, he opened his mouth to reply, and Rin knew instantly she would be grateful for any words at all. His willingness to accept in any manner the condition of her confession was more miracle than she had ever dared expect from him when he had first claimed her as his mate.
“Not intentionally” was his two-word concession. He fell silent again.
Rin smiled. She yearned to kiss him again, but she did not want to be rejected or have her affection passively tolerated. Right now, rejection was the more likely. But she was so pleased with his small response and longed to have him know. So, she smiled. Warmly, openly, and with perhaps just the slightest intention of postponing the inevitable just a bit longer. Sesshomaru did not return the smile.
Suddenly, she found herself declaring everything in a rush, not even daring to breathe between sentences. “I went because it hurts that you won’t give yourself fully to me and I hate when you withdraw and finish when you’re not inside me and their baby is one now and even walking and she’s so beautiful with her thick, black hair and golden eyes and when I told Kagome I was your mate she looked confused but she told me she was happy for me if I am happy and I told her I am very happy and she said that if you take me just before or just after I bleed each cycle then I’ll be unlikely to have a baby and I didn’t even see Inuyasha though if I had I’d only have told him that I hope someday you and he will be able to love each other as family and I’m so proud to be your mate and please don’t be angry because if you are you won’t hold me tonight and that will hurt us both so please don’t push me away just to prove a point, please, Sesshomaru-sama.” By the time she got to the final phrase, she was entirely out-of-breath and tears were forming in her large, brown eyes. She hadn’t intended to use the honorific, but at least she had successfully fought the urge to kneel and press her face to the earth before him.
“Rin,” Sesshomaru said with quiet authority, once he was sure her diatribe was concluded. That she had run out of oxygen was likely more the reason for the pause than that she had finished what she had to say, but he had heard more than enough. Calling her to attention by saying her name always succeeded, calmed her and made her attentive to his needs. He disliked the tears in her eyes. They were, as with all tears and most words, unnecessary. He wished her to wipe them away so he did not have to see or concern himself with them, but he would not ask her to do so. Her hurried explanation told him what he needed to know: she would indeed meddle in his relationship with Inuyasha, sooner or later, and now his half-brother and the fool of a reincarnated priestess he had made his mate and borne offspring with both knew of his bond with Rin. He assured himself that he was not ashamed of his mate, and it did not matter whether they understood his decision or not. He explained himself to no one, not even—if it could be avoided—to Rin. And, in any case, he had more important issues to deal with. The missing piece of the sword had to be found, and that blinding jewel would be another welcome treasure to reinforce his power. For tonight, though, all such matters could rest. Despite or perhaps because of her distasteful stench, he needed Rin. “Come, Rin. We will talk further of your propensity for indiscretion, not to mention unaccompanied travel, in the morning.”
Rin swallowed hard and wiped away her tears. She hadn’t even thought to apologize for that part. There was no denying that being Sesshomaru’s mate did not render her truly adult in his eyes, if adult meant capable of making independent decisions and acting upon them. Perhaps they should talk about that. Catching the scent of his fragrant body as he walked ahead, she was willingly lulled into recognition that tomorrow would be more than soon enough for additional discussion of any sort between them.
When Sesshomaru paused before a spreading oak and slowly began to remove his garments, she thought perhaps even additional rational thought might be discardable for this night.
. . .
Author’s Note: So…shall I skip the lemon and begin the next chapter in the morning, my friends? //grin//