𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 犬夜叉 ♡ ; 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚡 𝚘𝚌

escape from the spider's web

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Flashback

Mujina rested at the edge of the riverbank, her hand lazily wading in the steady waters. Today was an exhausting day of "collections" and "negotiations" that she couldn't wait a second longer for silence to embrace her.

But one thing that she could hope for at the end of the day, was to see Him. She would come to this same location, absentmindedly waiting for hours til the sun fell for him to return. It felt like too far and few between that she had seen him again but she would wait. He felt worth it to her, so she would wait.

"Hmm," she retracted her hand from the cool ravine, twisting her hand back and forth to watch the droplets cascade off her hand.

"How long have you been sitting there?" with her back still facing away, her deep purple eyes snaked to her right shoulder. She could feel his presence hidden in the bushes. No matter how discreet he tried to be, she was a demon of far too long of a time to be fooled by such immature strategies.

"Long enough to enjoy what I was watching." she could feel his smile from here. She tilted her head back in satisfaction. This game of cat and mouse never got old to her.

"Had you have  made me wait any longer, Naraku, I would have finally given up and- hm?" Mujina's mouth hung open as her unfinished sentence lingered on her lips for a while too long. She pouted her lips in disappointment upon noticing he wasn't there anymore.

"Must have been my imagination. . ." she thought aloud. With a disappointed expression, she moved a stray lock of hair from her face to behind her ear.

"What was?" his voice melted in her ears off its proximity alone.

"Nara-" his name barely left her lips as he pinned her to the ground, the hood from his baboon pelt slipping off his shoulders to reveal a pale, chiseled collarbone and chest.

Mujina's chestnut-colored hair splayed in different directions underneath her. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating but Naraku's concentrated stare never left hers. With eyes as crimson as fresh blood, it made her squirm in both nervousness and anticipation.

"Mujina. Your body is remarkably warm today." Naraku said as he stroked the back of her cheek with his hand.

"I-is that so. . ."she murmured, nuzzling her face into his hand.

Naraku smirked, taking her small gesture as an invitation for him to continue. His burning eyes snaked its way down to the hem of her kimono where, without hesitation, he allowed himself inside to massage her breasts.

The river's lazy splashes against the bank nulled itself out of the two lover's ears as time passed on. Naraku and Mujina interlocked in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled between eachother and their hands moving in different directions across eachother's bodies. She was completely intoxicated by him and he to her. But neither would openly admit to it.

All that mattered at the moment was their rekindling.

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Mujina traced imaginary circles on Naraku's chest. She imagined a life differently than being on a continuous run from soldiers and one where- dare she say- her and Naraku could be mates at peace.

She knew it to be a far off fantasy but a fantasy she held dearest no doubt.

"Mujina," Naraku murmured while rubbing Mujina's shoulder. "I'm afraid that we cannot keep meeting like this."

"What?" Mujina sat up from their makeshift cot with her eyebrows pulled together in worry. "What do you mean? I thought- I thought this was something we both could enjoy. . "