Inuyasha, "Somewhere In Between" Sesshoumaru/Kagome, Rated R
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Somewhere in Between
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Rating: R (for mature themes)
Word Count: 234
Warnings/Notes: sexual themes, character death, angst, etc. Written for ebony_silks Friends theme.
Universe: Canon, I suppose
Summary: Maybe they would meet somewhere beyond the wordless middle.
Somewhere In Between
All her friends were gone - dead - and she was trapped here so she gave herself to him. They were not friends. They weren't really anything, and where definition never tread, they came together. Hot, sliding, and carnal and without the softest touch.
But she tried when she knew she shouldn't. She shouldn't have tried to raise his ward or admonish his servant. She was nothing so how could she? But the punishment was at least something - the roots of her hair sore and the muscles between her legs raw. But for some reason, he belonged there. She had invited him. Always.
Yet they were not lovers, even though their bodies acted differently. Betrayed them, and in the heat of a common moment, she said she loved him, and he grunted in affirmation. And maybe he grunted because he was farther inside.
She moaned his name and pretended something else. Soon her true desires began to rot away like her friends in the ground. And then she looked up, and he would be growling over her. Powerful and in control.
But she did not love him, but maybe she could. He could never love her, but she thought that someday maybe he would.
Then they would come and move beyond the wordless middle - warm and without demands. And then maybe, he would pretend with her name instead.
Title: Somewhere in Between
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Rating: R (for mature themes)
Word Count: 234
Warnings/Notes: sexual themes, character death, angst, etc. Written for ebony_silks Friends theme.
Universe: Canon, I suppose
Summary: Maybe they would meet somewhere beyond the wordless middle.
Somewhere In Between
All her friends were gone - dead - and she was trapped here so she gave herself to him. They were not friends. They weren't really anything, and where definition never tread, they came together. Hot, sliding, and carnal and without the softest touch.
But she tried when she knew she shouldn't. She shouldn't have tried to raise his ward or admonish his servant. She was nothing so how could she? But the punishment was at least something - the roots of her hair sore and the muscles between her legs raw. But for some reason, he belonged there. She had invited him. Always.
Yet they were not lovers, even though their bodies acted differently. Betrayed them, and in the heat of a common moment, she said she loved him, and he grunted in affirmation. And maybe he grunted because he was farther inside.
She moaned his name and pretended something else. Soon her true desires began to rot away like her friends in the ground. And then she looked up, and he would be growling over her. Powerful and in control.
But she did not love him, but maybe she could. He could never love her, but she thought that someday maybe he would.
Then they would come and move beyond the wordless middle - warm and without demands. And then maybe, he would pretend with her name instead.