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There are fingers in his hair, and they trace cool patterns across his burning skin. Tainted fingers whisper down his face, lingering for a moment on his barely parted lips. She kisses him soundly, and he, for the moment, does not respond. Long had they played this game--cat and mouse, seductress and the seduced, predator and prey. It would end as it always had; the mouse chokes the cat, the seduced becomes the seducer, and the prey..
He wins in all ways save one.
"Sesshoumaru-sama," she purrs against the hollow of his throat. Her tongue curls along the shell of his ear as she pulls him toward her. He resists and she smiles. She is a nothing, a half nothing, and soon to be all nothing.
Fingers weave into his hair and knees fall about his hips. Violet eyes swim black and from tainted lips spill pretty nothings and prettier lies. He kisses her briefly; his hand skims the swell of her hip. "Hanyou," he mumbles, not to her, but himself.