It was a nice soothing drizzle coming down. Small droplets to cool down the hot summer night. She was standing under a sakura tree, feeling the raindrops on her unturned face, contemplating on whether she should go back to the castle tonight or pretend that she had not completed her assignment. She hated him, her father and could not wait until the man she knew to be her savior would destroy him.
Smiling to herself at her current thoughts she did not hear another approaching her from behind. He was silent, deadly and beautiful and it was only too late that she discovered him until his arm was around her waist pulling her against him. A frightened gasp fell from her mouth before she realized the familiar form pressed against her back. A low growl beside her ear signaled he was angry. With her or himself she did not know. The hand around her waist tightened just a small increment enough to feel his hard length on her back. She sighed with that the feeling of him against her. He was angry with himself. She couldn’t blame him if he was angry with her. Afterall she did kidnap his ward for her disgusting father as a bargaining chip to bring him to heel. She knew it wouldn’t work. This man holding her was magnificent, honorable and powerful. Everything you’d expect from a daiyoukai.
She could live forever just looking at his beautiful face, drowning in his amber eyes, revel in the comfort of his arm around her but she just never had enough time. The deep baritone of his voice asking if she had been waiting long and if she were fine. That sentence is probably the most words she’d heard from him in the few months that they had starting meeting under the moon. These nights were her small doses of happiness in her otherwise miserable life. She wanted her freedom. Freedom from her father. Freedom from her circumstances. Freedom to fly wherever the wind takes her, to be the wind itself. Freedom to feel her heart beating within her own chest and to give that same heart to the man she loves so he will keep it safe from harm.
All these thoughts left her head as she felt his lips on her neck, a small nip at her pulse point and the roll of his hips. Before she could process all the delectable teases of his lips and hips he had already divested her of her obi, kimono, koshimaki and hadajuban. Standing naked in the rain feeling the raindrops mist across her body did not cool the heat coming off of her as he touched and caressed her. It took him more time to rid himself of his clothing as he continued to kiss her slowly lowering her to the soft grass on top of his hakama. They moved in tandem slowly. The rocking of hips, the sighs and moans calling and answering each other. The rain picking up to a slight downpour only added to her body’s sensitivity to what he was doing to her. As the rain picked up so did their rhythm. Her hands roving all over his back, his arm stationed by her head, tongues lashing at each other. Devouring each other. Their movements becoming frantic, getting closer to sweet oblivion then crashing over the edge with both their bodies rigid, her cry echoing over the rain and his groan muffled in her neck.
Kagura shot up from her slumber hearing the echo of her voice screaming Sesshoumaru’s name. Sweat dripping between her breast and an ache between her legs. Her body shuddering from the after effects of the dream. She threw off her thin cover to let the breeze from outside cool her feverish body. Collapsing back on her futon she smiled saying it was a beautiful dream. A few minutes later her eyes drifted shut and sleep once again claimed her with that smile still on her lips.
Many miles away Sesshoumaru was waking from a most stimulated dream. Enough to make him walk away from his small camp letting Jaken watch over a sleeping Rin to take himself in hand and ease the ache the dream left him with. Where was the wind witch now and when can he make his dream real? Soon he promised himself. Soon it will not be just a dream.
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