I do not own InuYasha or any characters created by Rumiko Takahashi

The Look

Eyes, burning amber
once again reminded her,
even more than his ears,
or each claw tipped finger
of how he was different,
those windows of his soul,
the magic in his gaze,
youki powered,
that swept over her with such a look
of love and want and need,
plunging to her depths with a single glance
asking, not taking,
but with a touch that required her surrender.

No word spoken,
no sound made,
contract completed,
she was his.