Playing Games

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, but the plot is mine!!!!

Playing Games
Playtime’s Over

Kagome collapsed along side the small, bubbling spring. Her breath, heavy and sharp, escaped her mouth in rapid pants. Eyes wide, she stared around her, weary of even the slightest of sounds. Hearing nothing save the delicate brush of the breeze through the trees, she cupped her hands into the shallow water before her, reveling in the cool trickle she allowed to coat her parched throat. Silently thanking kami for the lucky find of the spring, she threw a few handfuls of the water into her face with the sparse hopes that the cold liquid would somehow wake her up. Taking one last glance at the spring glistening in the light of the full moon, she hastened her pace, fighting her way through the thick vegetation that clouded her way, fighting her way into the deeper, darker parts of the forest.
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Sesshoumaru watched Kagome as she drank form the spring, amusement gleaning in his, once again, red tinged eyes, but he didn’t stop her. No, she would need that little bit of strength the cool, crisp water lent her for tonight. Not that it would do much good, for what he had planned, she would have to guzzle down the entire spring for it to do any significant good in the long run.
He watched in silent contemplation as she gave her surroundings a quick glance before splashing water into her porcelain colored skin. The look in her eyes, the fear they reflected, caused his arousal to heighten…painfully, allowing everyone, if anyone had been around, to see what the little onna did to him. As soon as she disappeared beyond the shrubbery of the small, quaint clearing, the lord stood, ready to follow suit.
Sesshoumaru’s mind was made up at that moment; the sexual tension was eating away at his mind, and he had no doubt that if he waited much longer his lack of sanity would rival even that of his half brother’s. This would end now. He quickened his pace, his eyes having no problem discerning the plants and occasional animals around him, yet he rushed right through them, ignoring any cuts or menial damage they threw his way.
He spotted the body on the ground long before he actually stood by it. Leaning heavily against a tree, her long, ebony locks covering her slender face, her long lashed eyes closed peacefully in slumber, was the onna he had been chasing all…damn…night. A lopsided grin graced his handsome features as he took a step forwards, taking him closer to the miko…and closer—inevitably, to his release, but as he took that step forwards, he hissed as a molten pain shot up his leg. The purple flicker of a strong spiritual barrier flashed momentarily through the air where his leg just recently was.
Sesshoumaru stared in disbelief at the ningen before him. This ningen was going to deny him what he most craved! Taking a deep breath, Sesshoumaru sat down, never taking his eyes off the woman before him. He thought of how this could have happened. Maybe, just maybe, the onna had accidentally done this, She was, after all, human, and had to sleep. She had, in fact, done a lot of running. They were no longer anywhere near the camp of his half brother and the other ningen. Starting to feel better about the situation and the fact that he might still get what the woman had to offer when she woke, he shifted his weight over to a tree, propping himself against it as he stared at the sleeping onna before him.
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Kagome couldn’t take it, she just had to look. She could smell Sesshoumaru’s presence as he drew closer, and could feel his anger, and the ebbing of it, as he first, found her barrier, and second, concluded that she was “only human” and had to sleep.
Fighting the giggles that bubbled up inside her was becoming too hard to stand. Finally, she settled for just peeking. Opening one eye just a hair, her heart jumped at the sight before her. Her one blue orb landed on two amber ones that stared…right…back…at…her. Oh, shit.
Even knowing it was too late, Kagome once again closed her eye, once more the perfect vision of a slumbering angel, but it was, in fact, too late.
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Now fully aware that the girl was just faking sleep, the deep growl that leapt out of Sesshoumaru’s throat was not meant to comfort, or to tease. No, this was one pissed off demon, and before the night was over, he would have what he wanted.

Author’s Note: okay, once again, a short chapter, but I’m prolonging the whole lemon thing because I’m not sure what comes after that. I would love some suggestions and thoughts on the story. The next chapter will contain the lemon, which kind of makes me nervous since I’ve never written one before…Please review!