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After a seemingly interminable flight Sesshoumaru touched down heavily in the courtyard. The youki cloud he had used to transport Ah-Un dissolved abruptly, dumping the wounded dragon to the hard-packed earth with a thud.
A livid Jaken rushed towards them through the main gate, several of perimeter guards swarming behind him like so many ants.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, what happened? We were so worried!"
Sesshoumaru blinked cobwebs from his eyes and tried to focus on Jaken's wavering green face. It was remarkably hard.
"Jaken, make sure Ah-Un is cared for. Do not let Rin near him. If she wishes to know why, make up a believable excuse."
He turned to the assembled guards and fixed them with a cold stare. "This never happened," he said. "Return to your posts. Jaken."
"I do not wish to be disturbed for the remainder of the night."
Jaken nodded convulsively. "Of course my lord! But my lord…"
"Under any circumstances," Sesshoumaru clarified.
Jaken bowed his understanding.
Sesshoumaru hoisted Kagome's limp body more securely into his arms and walked away, ignoring the flurry of activity that resumed behind him.
Kagome's bed was a rumpled mess of furs and pillows. Her floor was another mess of splintered boards and tree roots born during one of her recent power surges, with the cherry tree at its center blocking out most of the light from the large windows.
While Sesshoumaru abhorred messes as a rule, here the air smelled like Kagome and cherry blossoms and everything from the indentation in one pillow to the wilted posy on the single stool, bore her imprint. Instead of annoying, the disarray looked cozy. It felt like home.
Sesshoumaru grasped Kagome more tightly as he negotiated the uneven floor. He adjusted a few pillows and then laid her carefully on the bed.
She curled up in a ball turned her face into the bedding with a sniff. After a long look at her, Sesshoumaru turned to discarding the remains of his armor. One of his shoulder guards was gone; the other had been sliced apart like so much scrap metal and hung from a single remaining leather strap. He sliced away the strap using a bit of poison and let it fall to the floor. The body armor was in similarly bad shape. It had been badly dented and several slices had gone through to the skin. In places the metal had folded inward, slicing into his ribs. He had to use quite a bit of force to peel it away from his body. He didn't even bother with the buckles since the chest plate was so badly warped, preferring to cut it away from his body with poison as well.
Every part of his clothing that hadn't been metal, including his underclothes, hung from him in ribbons. None of it was salvageable. He discarded everything and used a concentrated burst of youki to burn away the dirt and grime from his naked body. Kagome owned only a small mirror, but his reflection in her darkened windows confirmed his initial impression: this was the most wounded he'd been in a very long time.
A triple claw mark ran the length of his back, having sliced through muscle all the way to bone, burning like lye dipped in fire. Several less severe gouges sliced across his legs and chest. One cut on his chest still oozed blood. There was a burn across his right shoulder and another just over his groin.
On his cheek, a shallow scratch had begun healing. It was enough that by tomorrow, he would carry no visible wounds. While the other injuries would take days to vanish completely, they would be masked by clothing, allowing him to maintain the appearance of invulnerability on which so much of his reputation was built. Not that he wouldn't be able to eviscerate any contenders to the title of strongest youkai in Japan, but he's rather not be bothered with challenges.
He had other plans for the next few months.
Tugging a dark green silk sheet from the bed, he wrapped it around his middle with an intricate knot and settled himself into the bed beside Kagome with his back against a mound of pillows.
Kagome scooted closer with a sleepy sigh and leaned her head against his thigh, smearing the silk with mud from her hair. Sesshoumaru saw that her normally shiny locks were liberally coated in the stuff. It stuck to her tresses in matted clumps. Sesshoumaru ran careful fingers through a stubborn-looking snarl and started to unravel it. Soon, he had restored her bangs to some semblance of order without waking her so he patiently started to comb out the rest, the burn of the wounds receding into the background as he worked.
He was loved.
Kagome had seen him in the hour of his defeat, and then she had done her usual haphazard, reckless, irresponsible thing and saved him. Saved them both.
Because she loved him.
Sesshoumaru had been cherished by his parents, feared by his enemies, adulated by his dependents and envied by his allies. He had never been loved. Not like this, without expectation or illusion.
And she was so pretty, too, so bright and happy. How could he resist? He had been doomed from the start. He hadn't understood it at the time, seeing her only as an overly loud human female who didn't know her place.
It was odd how familiarity could change perspective. Now he could not imagine his life without her passionate arguments to liven it up. She was stubborn and opinionated. She would never just meekly go along with his dictates—Rin didn't either, but at least she was diplomatic about it. Kagome merely planted her feet and snapped at him until he saw reason, or at least stopped contradicting her. It was refreshing.
It was also terribly arousing.
In her sleep Kagome murmured something unintelligible and slapped at the air. Then she shook her head so violently, he thought she would wake herself up.
Sesshoumaru brushed some hair off her forehead, hoping to quiet her down since clearly not even sleep could stop her from finding something to argue about.
She slapped his hand away with an adorable little snarl. When he tickled her cheek just to see how she would react she frowned and rolled away with a small grunt of effort. She ended up on her back in a contorted sprawl, lips pursed in concentration. Sesshoumaru wondered what she was dreaming, and also how it was possible to look quite so adorable while unconscious.
"Mrrnh?" Kagome said and twitched again, clearly conducting a lively conversation in her dream.
Since there was nobody around to see, Sesshoumaru allowed himself a small besotted smile and moved across the bed to her. He took a moment to just watch her face, so animated even in sleep. There was an odd iridescence to her skin as the feeble remains of her power worked slowly to remove her injuries. Bruises and scrapes faded slowly as he watched. The bulk of the luminance gathered around the angry red lesion just over her breastbone, where she had stabbed herself.
It was an uncomfortable reminder of how close he had come to losing her and his heart turned over in his chest. Apparently, the physical symptoms of love were very close to indigestion. An indigestion of the soul maybe?
However distasteful he found this weakness, it was there and would not be denied. It gave him a small measure of comfort to know that she felt the same, and unlike him had been courageous enough to say so. The impulse to touch her, to reassure himself that she was really there with him was strong, and he saw no reason to resist. He touched her small fist now curled under her chin, caressed her shoulder. Under the layer of dirt and dead insects that still stuck to her skin she felt soft and alive, if a little chilled.
She wouldn't be able to stand being this unclean if she were awake, he realized. She did love her baths and right now she was very much in need of one. Still, it wouldn't do to wake her when she was so exhausted, and him calling for hot water and manhandling her into the tub would certainly accomplish that.
Experimentally, he charged his palm with a thin layer of youki and stroked it carefully down her arm, leaving clean, silky skin behind. Kagome mumbled but did not stir otherwise so he did it again to the inside of the same arm. Gratified to be able to do at least this small thing for her, Sesshoumaru set to work.
When Kagome woke up mid-snore the first thing she saw above her was Sesshoumaru's blank face against a backdrop of cherry branches. Her room, then. He was propped up on an elbow, watching her lazily. Beneath half-lowered lids, his eyes were moon-bright.
She blinked sleepily up at him and surreptitiously wiped drool from the corner of her mouth.
"Hey," she whispered.
The very air was silent around them, a quiet so absolute it hummed.
Kagome hid a small yawn behind her hand and turned to face him, pillowing her head on a folded arm. "Is it morning yet?"
"Not yet," Sesshoumaru answered. His deep voice held a husky note. "Are you still in pain?"
Gingerly, Kagome took stock of her body. There were various aches and pains spread throughout, but nothing too dramatic. The last few months had helped her build a considerable tolerance to pain. Her current state rated maybe a one on the discomfort scale, which really wasn't very much if one considered the circumstances.
In fact, she found she felt pretty good. Her limbs were weighted down with a sweet lassitude; she could barely remember the last time she had felt so comfortable and protected, simply content to float in the moment. It seemed that there had always been some apprehension, some large or small worry niggling in the back of her mind, and now that weight had been removed, leaving her free and light and a little rudderless.
"Not particularly," she said. "You?"
"Not particularly," he replied, making her lips twitch.
They shared a look.
Wry amusement metamorphosed into warmth and then into something deep and nameless.
Sesshoumaru's hooded gaze slid to her mouth.
Her lips tingled.
A draft of air washed over them from the half-open window. Cherry petals floated through the air and settled on Sesshoumaru's bare shoulder, drawing Kagome's gaze across his muscular throat to the wide chest, marred by deep gouges that somehow made him look more lethal rather than less, and from there to the shadowed ridges of his abdomen, where twin stripes curled seductively over his hipbones.
A primal shiver ran through her at the sight. Then the comfortable lassitude faded as she realized that she had never seen Sesshoumaru quite so badly injured. Concerned, she touched fluttering fingers to the inflamed edge of one particularly deep laceration.
"Oh, Sesshoumaru," she murmured. "I'm so sorry. Does it hurt very badly?"
He clasped her trembling fingers in his own and kissed the tips.
"No," he said.
"Is it healing at all?"
She let out a breath. "Okay, that's good."
Sesshoumaru didn't reply. He released her hand to trace the fading knife scar over her breastbone with one finger. A faint golden iridescence flickered up to meet his touch.
Looking down, Kagome realized she was only wearing her tank top, the neckline of which had been generously widened by the knife cut, and a pair of cotton panties. Also, she was oddly clean although she couldn't remember bathing. Well, she couldn't bring herself to care about such details now. Not with Sesshoumaru so close, watching her with that unfamiliar warmth in his eyes.
"You have healed well," he said.
She shrugged. She really couldn't complain.
"I suppose that's why I feel completely depleted," she said. "Not even a trickle of power left. I wish I had enough left to heal you."
"Not all pain is bad, Kagome." His hand left her chest to settle lightly on her hip. "Sometimes it is simply a mark of survival. Something to be welcomed."
They were already so close, it was easy to shift even closer. Kagome burrowed into him, careful of his wounds, and pressed her heated face into his shoulder.
"I'm sure there are better ways to celebrate survival other than abject agony," she muttered against his skin.
His lips brushed the top of her head. "Several," he agreed.
Kagome sighed. "Did I already mention how sorry I am?"
"I do not want your apologies," Sesshoumaru said into her hair. "If you truly wish to tally our slights against each other, I am the one who owes you reparations."
She kissed his shoulder. "Please don't say that."
His lips moved to her temple. "Why not? You deserve compensation."
Kagome pulled back and stroked a hand over his bicep, trying to think. It was wonderful to be so close to him, touching him and being touched, but the closeness was marred by his businesslike words, so at odds with his body language.
"I don't want compensation," she finally said. "I don't want this to be a business exchange, Sesshoumaru. That's not who you are to me."
On the other hand maybe she was just reading him wrong. Compensation probably had a different meaning when negotiated in bed while nearly kissing.
She wished he would just come out and tell her what he meant instead of confusing her with innuendo.
With a slip of the wrist his fingers closed warmly around her own.
"You are beautiful when you are cross," he observed.
"You are always beautiful," she countered. "What exactly are we talking about?"
He shrugged, as if to indicate that he had no idea what she was talking about but that he was willing to indulge her anyway.
"What is it that you want most at this moment, Kagome?" he asked.
Kagome examined his expression. Amusement, threaded through with heat and unmistakable affection. How differently she saw him now, a battered warrior instead of an invincible god. He was so magnificently alive, if damaged, and it hit her like a hammer blow that she could have lost him. Between one moment and the next his complicated, exasperating self could have been ripped from his body, forever lost to her.
The memory was still close and vivid and she trembled with remembered fear.
But it hadn't happened that way, she reminded herself. He was here now, enclosing her in a cocoon of warmth and safety, waiting patiently for her to work out what she needed from him. And when she discarded all distractions and truly thought about it, the answer was simple.
"You," she admitted.
In the space of a breath Sesshoumaru had rolled her under him. His hair made a silky curtain above her and his eyes glittered.
"And how do you want me, Kagome?" he whispered against her mouth.
"Any way you like," she told him seriously, because it was true.
Sesshoumaru kissed her, first lightly, then with a deep, fierce thoroughness that drove her head back and ripped a startled moan from her throat.
Clenching her fingers in his silky hair, suddenly ablaze with a hunger so strong it scared her, Kagome met his kiss with the same desperate fierceness. She arched up, straining to feel as much of him as she could. His hips jerked in response, pinning her to the futon and forcing her thighs wider.
Kagome writhed against the thick bulge that pressed against her core, desperate to ease the aching emptiness that plagued her there. She had never felt so… hollow before, as if her body was missing a vital piece to be complete.
Sesshoumaru groaned his appreciation. Taking advantage of the offering presented by her bowed back and quivering limbs, he raised his hips just enough that he could slip a hand between their bodies. His knuckles brushed her through the panties, wrenching another strangled cry from her.
Sesshoumaru pressed another quick, hard kiss to her parted lips, then lifted his torso away from her to trace her with a firmer touch. His nostrils widened in reaction to the scent of arousal rising from her overheated flesh and Kagome could not help running her hands along his muscled flanks and over his tensed abdomen, where muscles with the consistency of steel cable coiled and released in time with her panting breaths.
She whined when he slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy cotton. It was too much. Too much sensation, too much to bear after a draught that had lasted forever. Sesshoumaru seemed to know it, his touch feather-light, his eyes ravenous as they absorbed each emotion that flickered across her face.
"Please," Kagome begged, not knowing what she was asking for, just knowing that she craved it as she had never craved anything in her life.
Her plea nudged Sesshoumaru into action. He pulled impatiently at the knot that held his makeshift loincloth secured and when not even brute strength proved a match for spider youkai silk, he shredded the cloth with his claws and tore it from his body in one violent motion.
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Sesshoumaru's arms collapsed under him. He had just enough presence of mind left to roll to his back, taking her with him. She came easily, panting like she'd run for miles. Her wet cheek brushed over his chest wound, stinging a little, and he realized she was crying inbetween quiet gulps of air.
He patted her back a little helplessly and found he was grinning like an idiot at the ceiling.
Slowly, Kagome subsided until only a few sniffles could be heard.
"I guess there's going to be no living with you now, is there?" she mumbled, then sniffed again.
"If you require a more average performance I can certainly attempt to satisfy you," he said.
She must have heard the smile in his voice. He certainly felt her lips curve against his skin.
"Don't get cute with me," she said, and slapped his shoulder. She ruined the warning by wiggling a little, clearly unused to the stickiness between her legs.
It was just a little wiggle but Sesshoumaru felt himself harden again.
"Oh," she said.
"Yes?" Sesshoumaru inquired innocently, bending down to nuzzle her neck.
"Stop it," she told him even while she arched into his touch. "Seriously, I'm not up for another round. The last one nearly killed me."
"You could make me stop," Sesshoumaru suggested. "You must only lift up a little and then—"
"Kagome-chan? Are you awake?" a girlish voice intruded from outside.
A long, low snarl of frustration emitted from Sesshoumaru's throat. His forehead dropped to hers.
"It is Rin's birthday," he said tonelessly.
"I understand," Kagome said softly, although her body clenched around him in a clear sign that it didn't feel the same way. "Really, I do. I need a moment, Rin-chan," she called out. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be right there, okay?"
"Sure, Kagome-chan," Rin called. "Have you seen Sesshoumaru-sama? I can't find him anywhere."
Sesshoumaru wondered what he had done to deserve this.
Kagome cleared her throat. "Er, not really," she called. "But I'm sure he'll turn up soon."
"I'm sure you're right," Rin agreed.
"But you could go look for him again, just in case," Kagome suggested. "I'll join you in a minute."
"That's a good idea, Kagome-chan. I'll do that. See you soon!"
The tripping of running feet announced Rin's departure and Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth.
"When Rin found me she did not know the exact date of her birth," he explained, reluctantly pulling away from Kagome. "She was too little when her parents died and in her village, nobody else cared to remember the birth of an orphan. We picked the day together."
"And you must celebrate it together. I understand," she said.
Both rose to get dressed. Kagome stumbled around in a daze and Sesshoumaru found himself saving her more than once from rogue splinters.
At last she was adequately attired in a light yukata and they shared a last, lingering kiss.
Kagome slipped her arms around his waist and grimaced. "I need a bath and you need clothes. I want to get back in bed with you and not come out for weeks."
Was she saying these kinds of things to torture him?
With a visible effort, Sesshoumaru reined himself in. "Today is Rin's day. Tomorrow—"
Kagome sighed. "You're right. Tomorrow." She bit her lip and clutched him close. "That's ages away. I don't think I can stand it. You've turned me into a hussy," she accused. "I can't think when you're naked."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes. "We'll have to bear it together," he said. "It's only for a day. Twenty-four hours. One thousand four hundred and forty minutes."
His jaw clenched. Kagome rested her forehead against his chest.
"That does sound like an awful lot, doesn't it?" She sighed again. "Well, it's no use. For Rin," she said.
"For Rin," Sesshoumaru agreed.