What's mine is yours, But what's mine is mine

Chapter 9 prt 2 - Consumed

"My lord." bowed the servant and then went for the door.

She turned, crystal clear disbelief written on her face.

Sesshomaru had somehow read her mind. The accusing look on her face says it all. "Yes."

Oh, damn this gorgeous being in front of her. He's the freaking ruler of the land. The western kingdom. Why hadn't she figured it out? No wonder she still had her head on her neck.

He moved forward, closer to her. He now has a clearer registry in her mind. This time, without the armor forming a spiky pauldron covering his entire midsection and extending over his left shoulder, he was wearing a white kimono with a red hexagon and flower crest at the collar and sleeves. His pants, traditional looking, appeared balloon like as they are gathered around the ankle.

His silver hair reaching to his knees, flowed together with his sash. His ears are pointed and look almost elf like compared to that of a average humans. On the center of his forehead is a blue crescent moon along with magenta stripes on his eyelids. On both his cheeks there are two magenta colored stripes which have matching stripes on his wrists. His fingernails are longer and sharper than most referred to it as claws.

Overall his body appears to be slim and feminine. But that should not be her concern right now.

"I am not marrying you." she spat, as if she just took in poison.

No answer or retort whatsoever.

"Don't just stare. I'm not jesting here, so answer me." More staring.

"Urgh. You're being difficult. Have you lost you mind? Why would you want to marry-"

"I'm being serious." He stepped closer. She held on to her towel tighter. He mentally smirked at the sight of her. He raised a hand up and held her chin. "And I have every intent on making you mine."

"I will not."

She glared up at him, matched him gaze for gaze.

Feisty. "You will." He ran his other hand down the exposed skin of her neck, following its contour, down to her bare shoulder. "If you love your neck."

Her heart skipped a beat. It burned where he touched her. He instilled fear in her. Yet instead of going pale, she knew she turned pink. Face flustered. She was drowned in her thoughts when Sesshomaru left.

The palace in itself was indeed a product of massive masonry and solid walls. These include the flying buttresses, pinnacles and traceried windows which typify Gothic ecclesiastical architecture.

And the chapel where the joining of two souls will take place, is another example.

The chapel, was decorated, simply yet lavishly at the same time. White flowers added grace to the already elegant wooden pews, lining each side of the center aisle. The place scream of gothic design. High ceilings that end at a sharp point upwards. The so-called 'pitched' brick vaulting. The walls were penetrated by small openings, where light appears.

And at the center, was the church staging area, where the Parson stood, regal in his old age, exuberant in his authority as the head of the ministry. At the left of the Altar, stood the groom, Sesshomaru in all his glory. Beside him, his ever loyal attendant, Jaken. Who again, will be bearing witness to the ceremony.

The clock ticked by. Jaken stood restless at his post. What is taking that girl so long? If this keeps up. Oh God knows what his master would do. And what beating he'd receive. Lord Shessomaru perhaps would let this pass, right? Jaken turned to look at his lord.

To his surprise, he didn't look the least bit bothered at all.

Shesshomaru wasn't threatening her. She was already his since day one. Besides, she said she will not be his, she didn't say she will never. There's a difference.

Another minute passed before the gigantic doors swung open, revealing the now beautifully dressed in white, Rin.

She was like a book character brought to life. A historic, public dance performer, from Egypt, a Ghawazi. Dancing Raqs sharqi or belly dance.

The veil she wore was see through, its length went way pass her own, kissing the tiled floor. Her bodice, covering her top to just above her navel showed a glimpse of her luscious mounds. Not even the colorful accessories of prehnite, peridot, and zircon that she wore had diverted his attention from them. Her classic harem pants, with her waist scarf fit snugly from her waist down. Her flawless legs show from the long slit at the sides. She wore flat shoes with tourmaline, andesine, garnet and topaz embroidered at.

Alluring caftans and assayas, isis wings and tamborines, she'd look good in and with all of them.

The closer she got the stronger the urge became. The urge to touch and hold her in his arms. But he was a composed man. He had self-control. And he had all the time in the world at his disposal. No need to rush.

When she finally reached the man waiting for her at the altar, only then did she realize how loud her heart's beating was. Can he hear it? And when he reached out a hand to her, did her heart skip.

The I-am-too-mad-at-you-look-could-kill-glare she practiced before storming off to the chapel disappeared like bubble in thin air. In a few minutes, she'll be wed to this man. She'd be his wife. She'd be his mate.

The thought scared her. Yet, when he smiled, genuinely, only at her, her fears disappeared fast as a magician's act. She held the hand he offered and followed his lead.

Even if she tried, there's no turning back now. And it's not like she was given the choice. Well, she had. And the only one she had, was to marry him.

The Vicar recited the usual formalities and the routinal parts of the wedding ceremony. Then asked the all too cliche' question at the end. Isn't 'yes' already a given? Why else would a man and a woman go through a wedding if not to take a husband or a wife for that matter?

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife."

Jaken, was more than glad the ceremony was over. He looked at the now newly wed couple. Hate the wretched girl as much as he want, but her beside his lord, made a perfect picture, he thought.

"You may now kiss the bride." Before she can waylay that part, Sesshomaru, with his agility, had already swept her up into her arms, swiftly shove her veil from her face, and captured her slightly parted lips, for a long and tender kiss.

All that and resistance forgotten. Rin's protest drowned in the many sensations Sesshomaru's kiss gave her.