Silver in the Moonlight

Chapter 15

Wind an darkness swirled around me, I couldn't move or speak. A coldness spread through my body. I could see a great statue before me.

Attempting to see clearly past the darkness a pink light emanated from it. It wasn't a statue I knew what this was. Trying with all my might I tried to move.

Waking up with a start, breathing out a sigh of relief realizing it was only a dream. Looking down at the clawed hand that loosely clung to my waist.

Slowly and gently laying back down not to disturb him, his arm tightened around me as I moved. His silver lashes moved, not waking but bring our bodies closer together.

He looked so peaceful, gingerly moving a piece of hair from his face. I hadn't been this close to him consciously since the forest. His scent saturated my every breath and the heat from his body was like a fire. Memorizing the plain of his face, the stripes, and crescent vibrant against his pale skin.

Whenever I was around him I did the opposite of what I was supposed to do, my mind ceased to function. I felt like a damned school girl that couldn't control her emotions.

Looking at his lips, remembering how soft they were and the things they could do. Shaking my head and snuggling into his neck.

There was something here, as much as I wanted to deny it and attempt to be oblivious to it. How could I deny that I felt something that I had never felt with anyone else in my entire life? Should I continue to resist and avoid what felt so ... natural. Every fiber of my body wanted to melt into him and give myself away to him but when I was able to form a coherent thought everything else got in the way.

The things he had done and the things he hadn't. His ferocious bleeding eyes glaring at me as he held Sango up. The pain as he forced me to submit.

I had always thought that the reason I fell into the feudal era was that of the jewel but after Naraku the well sealed, sealing me in the past.

The fates had a plan for me and it appeared it involved another silver-haired Taisho. Sora's family was bound to the Taisho bloodline I wonder if my soul was. First Kikyo before me falling for Inuyasha.

He took a deep breath and stretched expecting him to get up I looked up expectantly but he continued to slumber.

I thought I knew who Sesshomaru what kind of man he was, I had put him in a mold a stereotype but he had shattered that mold. He had a past, a past that was hidden not even Sora would attempt to tell me.

Yumi. Her name it had been reverberating in my mind since it Sora had spoken it. It pulled it parts of me, was this jealousy to know that there was someone before me. Someone that may have felt about Sesshomaru as I did.

But I wasn't the same girl from the jewel hunt that thought she was madly and irrevocably in love with Inuyasha. I don't even know what kind of relationship he and Yumi had hundreds of years ago in his youth.

Were we both bound by the way we once felt and the decisions we made. No, no we were n't, people could change, feelings changed. I didn't know how or where this would end but I could give in a little, let myself try. There was something here and I could see where it lead.

Sesshomaru stirred and a lazy growl emanated from his chest. Looking up, golden eyes stared back at me, his warm breath tickled on the tip of my nose. I didn't know what to say. Licking my dry lips, I pushed up from against his body and planted a kiss on his lips.

It was meant to be a peak but as I went to move back his arm wove up my back and pulled me taut as he continued the kiss. Leaning his warm body into me, closing my eyes I deepened the kiss winding my hand around his body. His hand moving to the back of my head wound in my hair.