Rin is where home is

Chapter 16: Not so naive afterall

The silence is killing Rin. After having shared that insanely beautiful and intoxicating lovemaking with this awfully hot and sexy guy, she doesn't want to end up on cold shoulders.

"You made me feel so good, how do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know, making a girl looking forward to being had."

Sesshomaru just shrugged his shoulders.

"I was thinking, since you only made love to me because you had such a rough day and I cunningly irritated you..."

Did he just hear her say "made love" instead of sex? For whatever reason he found that pretty cute.

"This would probably be at the bottom of the casual mating ritual list between two consenting adults."

"Uh-huh" He answered to pacify her. He could hear the pool of nerves as she speaks. Of course, he had her first, and that was terrifying her as much as she enjoyed it.

"We won't be talking about it ever again."

"You want to talk about it? If you want—"

"No, it's just that..."

"Well?"

"I was thinking of asking you for important notes."

Damn her, he'd actually think she wasn't serious, only she didn't open some drawer and pulled out a dandy notebook and started scribbling with her pen.

"I want to give the next guy I make love with the same pleasures. You know, return the sensations with equal fervor—"

She's really getting back on him for what had happened these past days. He had her on her back again, pinned her down with his weight on top of her, kissing her lavishly, ravenously.

Equal fervor my ass. And she'd even use 'making love' again. And what is he? The guy she sleeps with before 'the guy' comes along? Fuck that.

He had to deliberately pull himself away to have a good look at her face.

She was wearing that all too innocent pair of questioning eyes. That rich dark shade of hazel brown, that could sink worlds he thought, was staring at him waiting for answers.

"You're not going anywhere with that notebook."

He took the notebook from her grasps and threw it elsewhere. "You're stuck with me."

To make that sink in her memory, he would make love to her time and time again if need be. He kissed her again. Only this time more passionately, more possessively, as he angled his lips over hers.

But he knew better. It's actually the other way around.

He's the one stuck with her.

Hell, make that on his waist and sinking.

And make that mark 'II' at the score board.