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

Chapter 16: As the candle burns

Give and take. That's all there is to it. The rhythm was simple. Yet it rocked them both off their feet.

Rin, she gave in to the primal need. Taking over her, bit by bit.

Sesshomaru started nibbling at her earlobe. And God did that make her yearn for more.

He expertly moved down to her neck, tasting, licking. She inclined her head to give him more access. He smirked. He pulled himself away to look at her face. Her pale skin, washed over a pink blush, gleamed in the candlelight. Her face screamed, more. Beckoning him.

He obliged. leaned down and took her lips. Kissed her he did. Slowly at first. He intended too, yet the soft feel of her mouth in his cut the last strand of control he had. She tried to copy him. Mimic his movements. He smiled at that. She was clearly inexperienced, yet her response was uninhibited.

She was rather kind and giving. She opened up to him. That scared him and at the same time made him want more. He had been with other women. Women, who too had been willing to offer themselves to him. They've been all too willing, yet still manage to keep something of themselves. Yet she, Rin, she bare it all to him.

How long had he been wanting and needing? Oh right, since the day he met her. Unconsciously, he had stopped wanting other women. He had stopped wanting the company of his Harem. He had stopped wanting anyone else. He had stopped wanting all else. He just wanted her. Needed her, even.

He hadn't slept with anyone since that fateful day. He hadn't summoned Kagura, nor anyone for that matter. And that day he decided to take her as his wife, he dismissed all the other women, much to their dismay. But of course, he wouldn't tell her that. Wouldn't admit to her that she had that effect on him. Wouldn't make known to her how much she have changed him.

He wouldn't.

But he would take in return. Take everything that's hers to give. Take this little being, this rather fragile body beneath him. Take her. Make him his, tonight. And if she didn't? Well, that's the fun part, he will just have to make her yield.

He managed to get her off the satiny barrier of her dress. She laid bare beneath him, yearning. She arched her hips to meet his. He removed his garments one by one, trying not to break contact with her. She helped with whatever she could, pulling, tugging, ripping apart.

"Open up for me, Rin." He whispered in her ear. And she did as told.

He entered her. Slowly. And that had been more agonizingly painful to her than having him inside her, or anyone for that matter for the very first time. She was getting impatient. Wanting it done soon already. Sesshomaru didn't want to hurt her, but obliged anyway.

When he did, they started dancing to the rhythm of that primal song.

Sesshomaru brought her to peak. She struggled in her release. But he, he eased her, caressing, soothing, whispering in her ears honeyed words. When she got a hang of it, he followed, and they came together.

In the stillness of the night, gasps and moans could be heard. The bright, perfect round, ball of light that hung in the cold, dark night, was their only witness.

Or so they thought.

The full moon, cast a shadow behind the man, sitting atop a tree.

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What they had was one passionate love making.

Yes, they made love. Not just sex, but they made love with each other.

Man to woman. Husband to wife.

He recovered first. He moved to his side, fearing he'd crash her if he didn't take his weight off her. She was still breathing heavily. Trying to steady her breath. Her pulse, strong and loud. He could practically see her chest rise and fall with it. Sesshomaru laid on his back beside her. He pulled her closer. She snuggled up to him and rested her head on his bare chest. He pulled up the covers.

They both drifted to sleep. He, calm and content. And Rin, with a smile on her face.

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Rin woke in the arms of Sesshomaru. Arms wrapped around her waist, possessively. She breathed in his scent. Taking a mental picture of his calm, serene, sleeping face beside her. He looked perfect. The violet strip marks on his cheeks, that blue cresent moon at his forehead. That long, straight, silvery hair. That black bird. Black bird?

The bird sat idly at the bedside table behind Sesshomaru.

That Bird! That black bird, a raven, there's no doubt about it! It's from the village. What's it doing here?

She shifted in bed and she felt Sesshomaru's arms tighten.

The bird flew from the table to the open floor to ceiling window that led out to the terrace. The red scroll tied to its feet didn't go unnoticed by Rin.

Something's not right. Her heart clenched at the thought.

Did something happen at the village?

They would only let out red tags for emergencies. And it's been a long time since. A long time since her family died. Yes, a long time since that siege.

She freed herself of Sesshomaru's grip, got out of bed, and ran after the bird.

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Unbeknownst toher, the hands that held her a while back, have turned into fists. Sharp nails plunge into soft, fair palms. Causing blood to trickle down the owner's.

Golden pools showed as two pair of sleepy eyes slowly flutter to life.

Cold eyes followed every step she took away from him. His eyes were the same cold ones, except the darkness that washed over them.

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Whoever dared meet with his wife, in the midst of their love making, he will rip to shreds.