Mine

Five days before, he’d seen her for the first time in five-hundred years. There she was, passing briskly with a group of girls, bundled in warm clothes and looking like he felt; dead inside, empty and bored. He knew in a flash why she felt thus; the grand adventure that had taken her and his brother across Honshu, seeking to destroy Naraku, had ended by now. He’d discovered how the girl was from what she’d called the “Modern Era” and that she used a magic well, which even he’d heard of, to pass from the Tokugawa era to this new millennium. He’d never bothered to find the well; maybe he should have.

He’d swerved and followed the girl to her school and made a note of which one it was. Somehow, he was not surprised to find he was talking to her class when his publisher brought him to the scheduled lecture.

How could be not have realized that Rin had grown to look exactly the same. It was, in fact, uncanny, the resemblance between the women. But when the little miko was around, still hanging onto his wretched brothers haori sleeves, Rin had been just a child, his ward.

Now he strode into the classroom, for once eager to lecture to a group. He watched her casually as the teacher called the students to attention. She looked up and her jaw had dropped in shock. She actually squeaked his name and shook with fear as she stared at him. He acted completely unaware of her and her reaction to him as he was introduced to the class. The minor “glamour” as the British witches called it, covered his marked skin and silver hair; only the miko could see through it, or maybe it was simply his face she knew. Everyone else saw a pale skinned man with silvering black hair pulled back in a long braid. He’d talked about his latest offering, and watched the usual reaction these humans had to his voice; they were mesmerized, blinking at him with almost dopey smiles and barely listening at all. He could tell them the truth and they would not remember it later. He pointed at the shivering miko.

“You, what is your name? Do you have a question?” he asked smoothly, still affecting ignorance of who she was. Her jaw worked and she finally squeaked “Higurashi Kagome,” earning a rebuking stare from her instructor.

“You seem a little more alert than your classmates… what do you know of the Tokugawa era?” he asked. He was delighted at this fun; she was flustered, about to flee the room at this point. Her head shook then she spoke stammeringly about the crushing poverty of the common classes, how the lords did little to improve the land and didn’t control their vassals at all. Of course he took the Daimyo’s side and pointed out the huge expenses and taxes the Shogunate had imposed upon the lords, and how the land had been in chaos until the Tokugawa Shogun had come to power, and so on. She snapped an accusing question about the way the Daimyo used to treat the peasants who worked their lands, how they were left with barely enough to survive when the lords had taxed them. He was impressed, but he still had reasons that while not palatable, explained that the Daimyo also had responsibilities to the Emperor and the Shogun, and that the peasants relied upon them as much as their betters had to keep the peace.

“Well, the cold-blooded way the lords,” Her voice dripped scorn as her eyes pinned him. Her memory of his own abuses to herself and his half-brother flashed in her blue eyes, “How they killed the poor for the most pathetic reasons! Come on, who cares if a bow wasn’t quite low enough! At least they tried, gah!” she leapt up and stormed out of the room, but her scent told him the truth; she was scared of him, and couldn’t take any more of his presence in the same room as herself. Her instructor followed her, along with three young girls, while he looked down to hide a smirk…

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“Kagome! What is wrong with you?” the teacher scolded as the nervous girl panted by the window, shuddering with a roil of confused emotions. She ignored the scolding and her friends tugging her arms and whining with concern. Sesshomaru was still alive, after five-hundred years, and in her classroom! He was using a spell to hide his looks, but she’d never forget his voice, his face… and she saw right through the spell with no effort. What was she supposed to do? Hope he didn’t hunt her down for her past involvement with Inuyasha? He’d tried to kill her more than once, and she’d helped thwart his efforts to get Tessaiga, among other things. Sure he’d talked to her a few times with less than distain, but… **she rubbed her arms with worry, unsure what she should or could do against the youkai lord in her classroom.

That brought up another concern; where was Inuyasha? Her teeth dug into her lower lip as the crushing worry about him washed over her again. He’d promised to live, to meet her a few days after her permanent return to this era… but two months had passed and he had yet to appear. She couldn’t believe he’d died; she didn’t want to think of that possibility. He was just… busy, or maybe he was being safe, not wanting to confuse things; maybe he had forgotten what month she’d come back to and he was waiting for the new year to be safe? That was only six more weeks. She could save her fear for him until then…

“Kagome? Are you ok? You feeling sick again?” Yuka asked patting Kagome’s shoulder. She blinked and smiled weakly. She didn’t even feel bad about lying here; she was so determined to escape Sesshomaru’s presence.

“Yeah I feel a little tired and weak, I’m going home.” The teacher blinked in surprise; Kagome had spent so long sick that her last two months of attendance were more of an exception than a rule. However if she felt unwell, she wasn’t going to stop the girl; she didn’t want the girl to relapse and miss months of class time…

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When the instructor and Yuka, Eri and Ayumi came back into the room without the Miko, Sesshomaru casually asked if the girl was all right. He was told she had been unwell and was possibly relapsing, so was going home. He nodded and murmured his regrets in upsetting her then made his exit, receiving an offer to return soon if he wished to discuss more of the past with the class. He moved with human slowness down the stairs but once he hit the street, he followed his nose, catching her scent and letting it lead him to her as he moved too fast to be seen, catching her as she turned into a huge old temple surrounded by trees. In the overcrowded suburbs of Tokyo, it was like a haven to his ears and his nose. Lightly he dashed up the steps and saw her staring at a huge tree; now he remembered the place. This was the tree Inuyasha had been sealed to, five hundred fifty years ago. It could not be a coincidence that it was here at her home. He sighed; Higurashi, why had he not put her name and this place together? He’d actually lived here for fifty years during the Meiji era, pretending to be a calligraphy teacher. Despite the human upheaval of those years, he’d lived rather peacefully here.

Slowly he stepped closer, hands relaxed and at his sides. Now that he had a moment, the resemblance between the Miko and his lost Rin was startling, distracting even. Why had he never remembered this girl when Rin had matured? They were doubles, as twins born of one womb. The only real difference in their appearance was that Rin’s eyes had been brown, liquid and dark like a does eyes. Kagome had blue eyes, wide yet sharp as the sky in winter. She was lovely when she smiled, like Rin had been, but Kagome had been magnificent in her anger. Despite her fear she’d faced him with her personal accusations about his past treatment of underlings. That the attack was personal had been lost to her classmates but the intensity of their debate surely had been felt nonetheless.

Kagome was staring at the sacred tree Goshinboku with such sadness. Her eyes were fixed on a strange mark a good three meters up the trunk; a place where something had lain and prevented the bark from covering, leaving a barren area behind once the object was removed. He knew what had lain there, and he felt strangely jealous of her obsessive stare as she gazed at the spot, willing his half-brother to appear. The silence was unbroken by footfalls or the rustle of moment however; until he stepped into her view boldly. She gasped and stared, frozen in fear.

“Se-sesshomaru! What do you want, why did you follow me home?” she gasped, voice rasping in her dry throat. Her right hand grasped over her shoulder instinctively; however she was not in the sengoku jidai any longer. Her bow and arrows were gathering dust in her closet, and Inuyasha was not going to jump from nowhere and save her from him. Sesshomaru lifted his hands in the universal gesture indicating he meant no harm.

“Little miko, I am not out for blood, and I have no harmful intent. Relax, I will stay here, and draw no closer until you allow it.” He said with a strangely soothing voice. Kagome still edged slightly closer to her house, though she knew running was futile. She’d seen just how fast Sesshomaru was; he could literally be behind her in a blink if he wanted to. She tried to calm herself and listen to him, but was distracted by the glamour that shifted in and out of focus to her spiritually aware eyes.

“I… would you drop that ridiculous disguise first? It’s making me dizzy!” she said, regaining her composure suddenly. The youkai didn’t move but the spell burst like a bubble revealing his normal features and hair color. She was surprised to see that his left arm was intact as well; it hadn’t been part of the glamour as she’d assumed it was.

“I was… curious as to why you fled your schoolroom, Miko.” Sesshomaru said, hiding his sudden uneasiness. He had absolutely no idea how to speak to her, to have a conversation that would make her feel at ease or make her allow him to stay by her until he could be sure she was or was not Rin returned. Kagome stamped her foot and pointed at him.

“You know you are the reason I ran away! I was sure you were going to kill me in front of my classmates!” she said then paused; that was damn silly to say. After the time he’d attacked her in the tomb of his father, Sesshomaru really hadn’t gone out of his way to harm her. Actually, now she thought of it, he’d even saved her from Mukotsu of the Shichinintai, albeit seemingly by accident.

Sesshomaru gave her a glare fit to make her turn to stone. “Girl, why would I do thus, ruining my alias, my reputation, and my lifestyle? Was I ever so vengeful in fact as to seem so rash and idiotic to you, Miko?” he snapped. The very idea he’d be so stupid or so revengeful after five-hundred years!

“My name is Kagome! Not Miko!” she snapped back then relented. “I apologize. Now that I’ve said that, I see how dumb it is. I guess two months isn’t enough time to get over the fear you taught me to have of you.” She said, looking down at her shoes. He opened his mouth to reply when he noticed she was shivering. She’d left her coat and hat behind at her school, and it was not warm outside, especially in the shade of the Goshinboku. He strode closer despite his offer to stay a few paces away and pulled his outer kimono off, draping it over her shoulders.

“I accept your apology Kagome. Now, maybe we can go inside and speak for the sake of the history we share?” he asked her. Kagome stared up at him, baffled. Why was he here? What did he want and what could have changed him to make him accept an apology and cover a shivering human girl from the cold? She peered closer at him and saw something she recognized; something, possibly the one thing, besides blood, that he shared with his brother.

He was lonely.

“All right Sesshomaru. I’ll introduce you to my Mother and the rest if they are home; they know Inuyasha too, so you don’t need to hide from them.” She said with a sudden gentleness. He stiffened at the hint of pity in her eyes, but didn’t speak as she led him to the house on the corner of the property.

Two hours later he’d been plied with cocoa and fresh pastry while Kagome and mother asked him questions about his life, both before and after the sengoku jidai. He moved easily into the façade of the lecturer, but he knew Kagome was still wary and felt her eyes on him as he spoke quietly. Her mother was very curious about him since he was Inuyasha’s relative, even though Kagome had explained as tactfully as possible that Sesshomaru and Inuyasha did not get along well and were not close. He’d lifted a brow at her understatement then smiled a little into his cup as Kagome’s mother asked him how he’d adjusted to life in the modern era.

“I must remind you; I lived out the last five hundred years, where Kagome jumped back and forth through that well. I changed or adjusted to the times as required to survive. It wasn’t always simple, but it was never a dire situation either. I realized about one hundred years into the Tokugawa shogunate’s power that like it or not I needed to have money to gain solitude and respect. It was quite easy to hunt brigands and bandits and take their ill gotten gains. I used agents to purchase lands all over Honshu, and then moved about, defending them by myself as needed until the rumors of a grisly, mysterious death for trespassing took hold and I no longer needed to worry.” He sipped again and leaned back, eyes lost in the past. “Eventually I consolidated my lands, selling off and trading for other lands until I had only two estates to deal with. It is these two I still hold, though sometimes even they were not quiet and secluded enough for my taste. I am dismayed that Edo, Tokyo, is encroaching upon my lands, something I never dreamed would happen. It will take a few decades, but it will probably happen no matter what I do.” He sighed.

Kagome was amazed at the changes in the youkai; he was polite and well mannered, he was respectful of her house and her mother, and she was so surprised she could have been knocked over with a feather.

“You still didn’t explain why you came to my class and followed me here, Sesshomaru.” She said suddenly then blushed at her abruptness. He let his eyes move to her slowly, and nodded.

“I didn’t answer you did I. I was lecturing as I was scheduled to do, and you were in the class. Nothing more or less. Of course I recognized you and…” he stopped and set his cup down, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable he wanted to leave, now. He stood and nodded to Kagome’s mother. “I have to leave… Excuse me.” He was outside so fast that the two women were still staring at his seat as he closed the door behind him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked to his right; he remembered that small outbuilding. He strode over to it and then threw the doors open. The Bone-Eaters Well yawned before him, smelling of dust and very faintly, the girl and his brother. He sniffed very obviously and hopped down the steps, watching the darkness deepen in the square mouth of the well… leaning over the edge he clearly saw the bottom, a mere twelve feet below. He sat on the bottom step and stared at the silent and definitely finite void before him.

“What did you expect, Sesshomaru? If it still led to the past, why would the miko still be here and not with…”

With Inuyasha…

He didn’t know what he was doing here. He didn’t know what he expected of the girl or her cursed well. The weight of his life was crushing him; his father had been three times his current age when he’d died. Yet Sesshomaru was not sure he wanted to endure the future. He didn’t want anything anymore, he felt nothing but numbness. The noise and the smell, the bright sights of this time were impossible to endure. His father had lived in a timeless, changeless world; the Inutaisho had never seen the world shift and alter completely in weeks like it could and did in this time. Sesshomaru was certain the Taiyoukai would have left Nippon before enduring the ceaseless changes his country embraced so blindly.

He jerked as he felt his kimono drop over his shoulders and a soft step beside him brought the miko into view. She looked down at him a moment then at the well pensively. She didn’t speak, for which he grateful. She sat next to him silently and they both stared at the ancient wood bounding the well’s opening. Finally the youkai slid his arms back into the sleeves of his kimono and stood.

“I will leave now. When do you expect Inuyasha to return?” he asked. Kagome’s eyes rose to meet his, and he knew she felt his half brother was not coming.

“He… he promised he’d be here when I came back for the last time. That was two months ago. I wanted to ask you; did you ever see him again?”

“Of course I did, but the last time I saw him was over three-hundred years ago, Kagome. I can't tell you if he is even alive any more.” He told her bluntly. She looked away and sighed. He watched her a moment then looked at the well again.

“It doesn’t work anymore, Sesshomaru. It only worked when I had Shikon no Kakera on me. Inuyasha took them once, after you came with that human arm, and I couldn’t get back to him. He almost died when Ryokan was given a kakera himself and attacked him while he was recovering from your…” Sesshomaru spun on his heel and leapt over her head, forcing her to run after him. He was a fool to waste his time; she didn’t know him as anything but the youkai who’d tried to kill her beloved Inuyasha many times over. He walked briskly towards the gate leading to the street, not even hearing her feet pattering after him.

“Sesshomaru wait! Please Gomen-ne!” she cried; she grabbed his left arm and pulled, forcing him to spin and glare down at her. “I didn’t mean to sound so… Negative towards you, Sesshomaru… Sama…” They stared at each other, flashing gold eyes boring into bright blue until she let go of him. He didn’t pull away though, just staring at her until she looked away.

“Please don’t leave. I don’t want you to go and…” she said, not sure what she was trying to say. She realized that his presence was a comfort; even if he had been so dangerous, and deadly; he was the only being alive who knew what she knew, who’d been there and that she could talk to about Naraku’s evil and about Inuyasha. She didn’t want to lose this last hold on her lost adventure. Sesshomaru looked at Goshinboku and then back down at her head.

“I’ll return tomorrow, Miko… Kagome.” He said quietly. She looked up and blinked at him, smiling slowly. She nodded and was surprised that he smiled in return before he seemed to disappear.

“I’ll be here.” She said quietly and went into the house, still baffled at both the youkai and herself.

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That night, Kagome was restless and couldn’t sleep. Finally she pulled a thick robe over her sleep clothes and padded to the kitchen. She made some cocoa and stared at the Goshinboku in the falling snow. Newly folded charms and prayers shone white against the dark trunk of the tree, especially around the bare spot. She chewed her lip; she had to face the fact that Inuyasha wasn’t coming. He must have died long ago. Even Sesshomaru hadn’t seen nor heard of him in over three hundred years.

Just then a dark shape darted past her window. She jumped and almost dropped her cup; what was that? The dormant senses she’d not drawn on for months told her that the shape had been a youkai, and before she knew it, she was rushing up the stairs to grab her bow and arrows; somehow she was outside in her pajamas and slippers, robe tied tightly and edging around the side of the house. The doors to the well-house were open, and she just caught a glimpse of a figure disappearing into it. She wondered if the thing had been drawn by Sesshomaru’s youki; other than the Noh-men mask, the temple had been unmolested by demons as far as she knew. Even with the night lit with the soft glow of the city around them, she simply didn’t see the intruder clearly enough to fire at him yet. Shaking with fear yet knowing she was all the protection the household had, she darted from shadow to shadow, an arrow in hand and her bow ready to let it fly in an instant. She had never matched the fabled accuracy of Kikyo’s bow, but she could hit what she wanted more often than not, and was certain she’d make the demonic intruder sorry he’d come to her house.

Slowly she edged up the stairs, making sure to miss the creaking boards and slipping up to the open doorway. Inside she could barely make out the form of the intruder, who stood in front of the well. She began to aim but the figure shifted suddenly into shadow. She bit her lip; he’d seen her! What was she supposed to do? She heard a rustle and a chuckle and fired into the center of the room; at the least the sacred fire would illuminate the room and she might see to target a second arrow…

Sesshomaru stood on the edge of the well, the arrow she’d fired lodged firmly in his left shoulder, above the armor plate that until today, she’d never seen him without. He looked at her serenely as she gaped at him; what was he doing here? Why hadn’t he stopped the arrow? She knew for certain he could snatch her arrow mid flight and destroy it with no effort! He didn’t seem to move but still tumbled into the well in slow motion. She dropped the bow and arrows and leapt down the steps, reaching for him but missed. She leaned over the side then shook her head and jumped in after him. The youkai was crouched on his knees, hand to the arrow in his chest and staring at the dirt floor blankly.

“Your aim is as poor as ever Kagome.” He said slowly. Kagome stared at him; barely able to see his form despite the white clothes and silver hair which caught what little light there was as if by magic. She came closer and tugged at his hand.

“You should be glad I missed your heart or neck, Sesshomaru! Now let me try and get it out!” he pushed her hands away with a strange gentleness. She leaned closer to him and frowned; he didn’t want her to help him?

“Go to bed, girl. I don’t need your help.” He said firmly. Kagome paused; why were those words familiar to her? She ignored him and grasped the arrow, grimacing as his blood made the shaft sticky and slippery at once. He watched her as she pulled it out, not flinching even though it must hurt. She tossed it aside and tugged at his haori.

“Take it off, even if you are youkai we should stop the bleeding.” She ordered. He stared at her; in the darkness, her resemblance to Rin was complete and it made him feel even colder than before. He wanted to push her away, but she tugged his haori stubbornly. He growled and reached around to loosen the armor then pulled the haori and shirt open. She had to lean very close to see the wound and sighed in frustration. “I can't see any thing in here! I can't believe you didn’t dodge my arrow…” he looked away and she suddenly realized the truth; he hadn’t wanted the arrow to miss. He’d wanted her to kill him!

“Sesshomaru why, what’s wrong? Why did you trick me into shooting you? I don’t want you dead, I never did!” she asked softly. He didn't reply, so they sat quietly for a moment. Then Kagome felt a sudden impulse, which she was scared to follow but she did it anyway. She slid her arms around him and pulled his head to her shoulder. He was stiff of course but he didn't shove her away either. She sighed and rested her head on his; it was so familiar a pose, as if she’d done this before, cradling the deadly demon lord to her as if he were a child. He seemed to deflate and she accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to speak about what he’d been thinking by coming here with this idea of dying by her hand. Quietly she suggested they go to her house, where she could see his injury in order to treat it.

“I’ll get you out of here and go home myself. I am sorry I disturbed your sleep.” he said with quiet dignity. She pulled his head up and frowned.

“To be honest I wasn’t able to sleep tonight. I was… I was thinking about you, actually.” she said. He blinked and stared at her; she was sleepless because of him? He sat back suddenly and took her face in his hands. She may not have been thinking erotic thoughts of him this night, but he had no patience left to wait for her to reveal what he was so desperate to know of her. She gasped, not so innocent that she didn't know what he was doing; but why was he doing it? This was Sesshomaru, who hated humans! And why didn't she want to stop him?

“Sesshomaru… what are you…” she started just before his mouth pressed to hers, taking her breath away. They both froze at the contact, and the frission that followed. Kagome’s arms tightened around his shoulders as Sesshomaru pulled back a bit and then pressed closer yet, his hands gentle on her face as his mouth took hers again. She felt his lips open hers and quivered as his tongue teased hers into his mouth, sucking it sensually. His hands drifted from her face to her shoulders and sides, encouraged by how her head tilted to be able to get closer to him, her kiss artfully innocent yet arousing at once. She pulled his tongue back to her mouth and emulated his caresses and suckling of her tongue with a soft moan, causing him to melt and moan in return. She felt a warm tingling ripple over her skin as their kisses deepened, her hands relaxing against his shoulders as they warred gently until Kagome finally pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath. She felt Sesshomaru nuzzle her cheek and pull her closer to his body, and didn't stop him. It felt so nice, so familiar to be close to him like this; she didn't even question his actions or her reaction to him. Her head tilted back as he followed her jaw to her ear, nibbling the lobe and feeling her melt as he’d expected her to. The tingle of her skin grew to ripples of hot and cold, including waves of light and dark in her vision, and she didn’t want it to end; she was willing to do anything to make this soft pleasure continue. His hand untied the robe and slid inside over the soft flannel of her top, stopping to curve over her ribs as her hands dug into his upper arms. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel the cold weight of his life pressing upon him; he could almost say he was happy, if he was thinking at all at the moment. He was feeling and responding, not thinking, except for one thing…

“Tell me if you aren’t willing, don’t be afraid.” he murmured and nibbled down her neck, feeling goosebumps rise as his lips brushed her skin. Kagome couldn’t have spoken if she wanted; she was lost, confused by this melting, shivering sensation that made her so weak she couldn’t say a word, or push the youkai lord away. She couldn’t even move if she wanted to; and she did not want to move away. It didn't matter that Sesshomaru had once tried to kill her; she didn't care. All she knew was she trusted him, trusted him completely and wanted more… more of his mouth on hers and his hands on her body. Her body quivered again, and she tugged on his arms, letting him know she was willing, despite her confusion and her lack of experience. Sesshomaru pushed the robe off her shoulders and then worked the buttons of her top open. Kagome couldn’t help drawing her arms together slightly, nor could she stop her blush as he worked down the garment, the buttons surrendering to his fingers, yet hiding the flesh beneath from his sharp and curious eyes.

Kagome felt the air slide over her exposed skin, making her nipples harden in reaction to the chilled air. She squeezed her eyes shut with an embarrassed blush as Sesshomaru’s hands moved up slowly from her waist, parting the pajama top and sliding over her skin so very lightly. Embarrassment didn't stop her from leaning into his touch as he drew close to her breasts, biting her lip and clutching his shoulders in a tight grip. She wanted him to touch them, she imagined how it would feel to have his hands on her and quivered eagerly. He paused and rested his cheek against hers, his curled fingers brushing the under curve of her breasts with each shuddering breath she took. He moved so his cheek caressed hers and made the most sweet, possessive sound in her ear as she unknowingly arched her back in an attempt to make his hands take her fully into his grasp.

He tilted his head so he could look down as he obeyed her unvoiced desire for his touch, watching her firm flesh seem to swell as he rested a hand over each globe and squeezed. His palms pressed into her erect nipples as his fingers massaged her, and she gasped sweetly, shuddering with new and confusing sensations and emotions; but fear was not among them. Kagome didn't fear him in the slightest; there was a strange familiarity to his touch, a warm glow of safety in the arms of such a deadly being. She basked in the continued shivering and tightening on her skin; the pleasure that rippled through her and grew stronger, more powerful with each moment, each touch, each soft moan and sigh from the youkai. The ripples of sensation that broke over her were now centered between her legs, making her shift and rub her thighs together to make the pleasure greater. Her hands moved on their own, pulling his haori and shirt off his shoulders impulsively and earning a smirk and a deep laugh from him.

“You never were afraid of me, of anything we ever did,” he murmured and bent his head to her collarbones, pressing his open mouth to her clavicles and dragging his fangs along her skin. Kagome didn't understand his words, but she didn't want to think at that moment either. Her hands pushed harder at the fabric bunched at his elbows, then moved up to glide over his incredibly soft skin. He hummed and shifted his arms under her touch, never relinquishing his hold on her chest, but enjoying her innocent yet bold caress. Her head moved closer, lower, until her lips found the pulse in his neck, pressing to his skin through cool silver strands of hair. The youkai obligingly moved his head aside, hands cupping her breast now and squeezing her aching nipples firmly, right on the edge of pain.

Kagome was burning inside now; the chill air on her chest and belly was refreshing in her arousal. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin and found it clean and smoky, not salty like her own. She’d enjoyed his mouth on her ear, and was certain he’d enjoy the same attentions; in fact she knew in some unshakeable way he’d moan and shiver, and his hands would tighten on her breasts, which felt swollen and full in his grasp. She was right; when her lips brushed the small tight lobe of his long graceful ear, Sesshomaru gave forth a moan that made Kagome’s sex shiver and melt, his hands shook on her as his fingers tightened in the wonderfully pleasing way. She moaned as well, to let him know she liked that sound coming from his throat, and his hands on her.

Sesshomaru smelled her suddenly; the smell of the sea and of charcoal. It grew thick in the confines of the well’s bottom, a dizzying and engulfing smell that was driving rational thought from him rapidly. As her smooth harmless teeth teased his sensitive ears, he was surprised that her arousal grew along with his, until he could almost taste the moist proof of her need for him from where he was. His eyes opened slowly; he hadn’t realized he’d closed them in the first place; and he released her breasts to pull her arms away from his shoulders. Kagome bit her lip worriedly, but he simply shoved the robe and top off her arms, leaving her bare to the waist. She didn't even shiver because she was still hot; she simply tugged at his haori and silently insisted he take it off as well. He untied his obi then pulled his loosened armor over his head and tossed it to the corner, his haori following. Instantly Kagome let her hands touch what she couldn’t see, roaming over his pale flesh with blind curiosity. Again he made soft sounds of enjoyment, and lifted her face to kiss her once more as she touched him. She found his nipples and rubbed them, squeezing the tiny nubs between her fingers and stroking his ribs with her thumbs. Sesshomaru gasped gently against her lips which made Kagome feel very powerful indeed. She slid her hands around to his back, pulling them closer together and finding that his back had stripes like his face and his arms. She felt them as slightly raised skin, like the marks on his cheeks, and noticed his hissing intake of air when she scratched them lightly with her nails.

Kagome’s mouth opened wide for his as their lips met, her tongue curling over his fangs with a shiver of delight; he was so deadly, so dangerous… and yet he moaned at her touch, he shivered and undressed for her pleasure. Her thighs squeezed together as she felt her heart thudding between them, not caring that her clothes were literally soaked with her innocent honey. He untied the simple obi of his pants and grasped her arm, pulling her hand to his erection boldly. Kagome gasped and pulled her head away from his, but she wasn’t upset. Her hand returned on its own and curved around the smooth firmness of his manhood, fingers exploring the new shape in her hand, the soft yet rigid feel of it. Her fingers found the tiny slit of the opening and the dampness at the tip; she spread it over the head, feeling his body shudder in reaction. Her belly fluttered and she whimpered as she felt a strange emptiness inside her, low in her belly… the ache between her thighs and that emptiness were driving her mad; she had to get relief from it.

“Help me, I need you to… I don’t know…” she whimpered again. Sesshomaru crooned as he pushed her back and then pulled the pajama pants off her. Instantly her scent bathed him, making his hardness almost painful.

“Shush, I know what you want. Trust me, even if it hurts you. Tell me what you want of me; never be ashamed to tell me what you need of me.” He whispered, and again his words were so familiar that she was almost distracted by them. Still, Kagome didn’t answer him but found his hair and tugged at it, instinctively knowing she needed him closer. He shoved his own pants down his thighs, too impatient to remove them entirely. He couldn’t help nuzzling her breasts as he nestled between her legs, and felt her spread thighs quiver against his sides. Her sex was flowing, and each breath they took brushed her wet curls against his belly as he wrapped his tongue around her nipple and suckled her tortuously. Kagome was burning, her hips shifting and pressing against him as she sought to ease the ache in her belly. His mouth fueled the ache, the emptiness, making her cry out with longing and pull his silver locks with desperation.

“Please, it hurts, I need… please!” she begged. He growled but not in anger; she felt his body move up, his hips and belly against hers, his lips claiming hers as that soft yet hard length she’d stroked moments ago pressed against her. He pressed his lips against hers firmly, his mouth almost devouring hers as he pushed through the slickness of her outer petals, scraping deeper and harder into her entrance. Kagome thrust her hips up at him, fired by the instinctual knowledge that he was filling that awful, aching emptiness with his own body…

Sesshomaru felt her jump as the passage tightened and stopped him. It took all he had to pause and not thrust deeper right then. He nudged with his hips, his lips moving to nibble her lower lip. Kagome was confused and whimpered again; why had he stopped like this? She needed him deeper inside her; she was desperate for his shaft to fill her completely. He pulled back, feeling her hands clutch his triceps as if to hold him to her and pulled his head away to cover her mouth with his hand, then drove hard at the resistance inside her, feeling it give way as his shaft rushed into her body. Kagome wailed more in shock than in pain, though there was pain, and more pain as he pulled back yet again then moved forward once more. He moved his hand away and nuzzled her neck gently; he was shaking with the need to gratify himself, but the memories of shared enjoyment meaning more and feeling far better stopped him.

Slowly he moved a little at a time, his keen eyes on her face and watching as she winced a bit at the pain that was already fading to something she could ignore. As the pain of his penetration faded, the ache she’d felt before resurfaced and made her close her eyes and try to move encouragingly against him. Sesshomaru slid one hand down her side and under her back to spread over her hips and buttocks, and then began guiding her to move with him smoothly. Kagome’s heels dug into the solid earth floor under them and she took up his rhythm, eyes squeezing shut as she felt a wave of sensation wash over her. She clung to his back, fingers tangled in his hair, head rolled to the side as she felt the emptiness fade, replaced by a sweet and pleasurable tension.

Sesshomaru gasped for air and struggled for control. It had been so very long since he’d had a sex-partner, he felt his climax pounding in his groin, demanding release; but she wasn’t ready, and he needed her to come with him. He shifted and held her hips so she was flush to him, his shaft buried deeply into her as he moved high on his knees. Kagome writhed on his manhood, one hand clutching at her breast as the other flung over her head. He moved her away then pulled her back as he thrust harder at her. She arched her back and gasped, her legs hooking over his hips as that tension inside her thrummed like a taught violin string. She tossed her head and moaned; the tension was going to snap…

Sesshomaru felt her honey rise, his thrusts causing delightful little liquid clicks in the wetness of her tunnel. He couldn’t endure any more; his head rolled back as he groaned and drove as deep as he could into her straining body.

“Mine, my Rin…” he moaned, his voice a caress that stroked Kagome from the inside, his body emptying into her with a sweet liquid rush that pulled at his veins until he was only a few inches of flesh clasped within the girl under him…

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama, I am yours!” Kagome moaned as she also fell into her orgasm. Her reply didn't register; he was too lost in the incredible melting pleasure that made his bones into water so he almost fell onto the writhing flush-faced girl. Kagome’s legs shook as she clasped him to her, her eyes screwed shut and jerking against his tiny continued motions. He slowly settled over her, rolling them to their sides. He brushed the hair off her face and nuzzled her face and neck, his body still feeling zinging bolts of pleasure as she hummed and slid her damp arms around him.

Sesshomaru was smiling, smiling like he hadn’t done for almost four hundred years. His face actually hurt from it, but he didn't mind. Kagome was a delightful lover, she’d been bold and free, she had no inhibitions, and she had exactly the same pleasure spots as Rin… His smile froze. He’d called her Rin as he came to his climax… and Kagome as called him Sesshomaru-sama… more than that, she’d agreed with him, insisting she was his… his Rin! He squeezed her closer, both ecstatic and terrified at once.

Kagome really was Rin returned to him? And her soul knew him; there could be no other reason she allow him to take this liberty with her so suddenly, not while she supposedly mourned his cursed sibling like she’d seemed to do earlier that day. But why hadn’t she ever recognized him before? He carefully unwound the timeline of her life from his and their meetings before this day; yes, even though it was Kagome’s first time seeing him when he’d first come to take Tessaiga from the Inutaisho’s tomb, she should have known him…

“Why you… you tried to kill me didn't you!? ” her voice snapped in his mind. Her eyes, wide with worry but never terror flashed in his memory as well. On a deep level, Kagome had always known he wouldn’t kill her… it was as if she had faith in him, that he wouldn’t actually harm her. He’d come to respect her somewhat for her fearlessness in facing him down after a while. She’d plant herself between himself and Inuyasha and nothing on Earth would let him go by her, and get to his sibling. No, she didn't remember him clear, but remember him she did; on a level so instinctive she didn't question it or think on it at all. He looked at her relaxed, pleasure filled face. She’d enjoyed him as Rin always had; with no reservations, and somehow communicating her needs to him and rewarding him for pleasing her.

“At last I’ve found you, my lost mate… now I can live again,” he murmured and let himself slide into a doze as Kagome recovered in his arms.

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