What Am I Fighting For? SessKag Manga Moments Chapter 297 ↳ [1/?] Kagome asks Sesshoumaru to save the demon's dad
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What Am I Fighting For? SessKag Manga Moments Chapter 297 ↳ [1/?] Kagome asks Sesshoumaru to save the demon's dad
Sesskag week DAY 2: Taking Charge
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We are woefully late for yesterday, but life happened and with timezones being what they are it gets tricky sometimes.
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The Silence - Part 2 (SKW2022D2)
SessKag Week 2022, Day 2
Said I’m okay but I know how to lie
- Fighting by Yellowcard
Lies
Kagome woke in the predawn stillness, her body languid and sore from the night's passion. Sesshoumaru had devoted himself to his task of making her forget with a single-minded thoroughness that had left her mind blissfully blank and their bodies fully sated.
Until now.
The arm wrapped around Kagome’s waist tightened, pulling her closer against the warm weight against her back. A gentle nuzzle brushed her hair aside before a single soft kiss pressed against the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Gooseflesh bloomed on Kagome’s skin as Sesshoumaru’s hand deftly untied the belt of her yukata. For a moment, his hand splayed against her stomach. Then it travelled up to cup her breast.
Kagome bit her lip to stifle a moan as his skilled fingers began their merciless teasing, plucking at her body like the strings of a koto . It wasn’t until her heart was going at a wild gallop, until the hum of her nerves was so loud in her ears it drowned all sound, until she reached behind her to grab at his thigh in desperation to pull him to her, until she was pleading in broken, breathless murmurs that he finally slid into her and made them complete.
Afterwards, she turned over, still loosely caged in his embrace as he stroked her hair. She glanced down at the five faint bruises on his thigh, already rapidly fading away. A bittersweet triumph choked her as she curled to him and buried her face in his chest to hide her expression from him. At least for a moment, however fleeting, she had left her mark on him. It was, Kagome supposed, all she could hope for from him and this doomed relationship.
And yet, here, with his soothing fingers running through her hair and his heart beating against her forehead and her limbs still heavy with the aftermath of pleasure, she allowed herself to imagine forever.
His hand stilled and untangled from her hair. He shifted, pulling away from her, the inch of distance now separating them an impenetrable wall. Kagome’s stomach plummeted and her longing turned to despair. The sweet afterglow of their shared desire evaporated in the few seconds it took for Sesshoumaru to sit up.
"I must go," he said needlessly as he began to pull his kimono closed.
He always left before dawn, before anyone in the village could see him. Slipping out into the early morning and leaving her alone in the shadows with the dirty little secret that was their affair.
A silent sob trembled in Kagome’s throat like a panicked bird. It'd been foolish, she bitterly chided herself, to have let herself hope even for a second. She knew better; there would be nothing for her but heartbreak. There couldn’t be, not with him.
Propped up on her elbow, Kagome watched him dress while trying to keep her feelings bottled. She wouldn't add to her humiliation by letting her distress show.
He turned to her one last time and bent to bestow a brief kiss on the top of her head. "Rest, Kagome."
"I will," she said, knowing the peaceful sanctuary of sleep was beyond her reach. "Stay safe, Sesshoumaru."
"Be well," he told her in a final farewell.
"Always," she whispered to his retreating back, the smile playing on her lips brittle and broken. The lie in that single word ash on her tongue as she watched him walk away.
The door swung shut behind him. She stared at it without really seeing it, wondering how she would survive the next four weeks yearning for him until this torturous see-sawing cycle of love and loss began anew.
No, Kagome sighed, slumping down on the futon that still smelled of him. She wasn’t well at all.
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Part Three