Snowy Love by Ariel

Love in the Snow

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha no matter how much I want to.

The dark navy blue sky was polka dotted white due to the falling snow. The sky was clear of any dark clouds and the moon shone as bright as the sun did in the daytime. A soft yet harsh wind blew the already fallen snow upon a buried body. Deep golden eyes looked up words as if to be looking for something, with arms out horizontally and legs forming a “V”. His hair blended in with the snow almost perfectly and surrounded his peaceful face, contrasting deeply with the pink on his nose and cheeks, and his parted lips.

“I wonder if they noticed that I’m gone,” he thought as he listened to the peaceful sounds of nature, “for all I know they could care less about me.” He closed his eyes and indulged him self in the feel of nature until the crunching of snow came into his hearing range. He ignored it at first until it came closer and closer, then it was quiet until a plop was heard next to his head.

“We’ve been searching every where for you” a light voice said out of breath.

One Hour ago:

The warm water cascaded down her body in small rivers with her long raven colored hair stuck to her body like a second skin.

“This feels so nice,” she thought with a smile. Soon this relaxing time was interrupted by the yelling of her brash friend.

“Yo, get out! Their saying my brother is missing! We got to go find him,” he yelled, slamming the door open and ripping open the shower curtain. His eyes widened at the sight before him. It was not like he hadn’t seen her naked before, but this was the first time in such a long time. Lustful gold eyes traveled from her shocked face down to her chest and even daring to go farther. Before he could stop him self he stepped into the tub and pulled her to his form, placing his face at her neck and leaving soft fiery kisses down to her shoulder. A light moan escaped her lips as her hands traveled through his hair and down to unbutton his shirt to feel his well sculpted chest.

“ Oh God, please don’t stop, please don’t stop-” her eyes snapped open at the name she was about to moan. She looked down at the head that some how got from her neck to the space in between her legs. She let a moan escape her lips as he kept on with his ministrations,” Stop. Please stop, this is not right, we must stop.” She pulled back reluctantly, and he rose to face her with his face hardened out of anger or of shame, which one, she did not know. She stepped out the tub and rushed into her room and grabbed the closest articles of clothing she could find.

“We should hurry, he could be hurt,” she whispered out as he followed her out of the house and into the car. Getting into the drivers seat he knew the first place to look, the park.

They drove for what seem like hours, in a tense silence with the only noise being the light music playing and the windshield wipers moving back and forth, pushing the snow out of the way. All that went through her mind was the scene of looking down and seeing a head of silver and realizing it wasn’t “HIM”. Oh, but how good it felt to feel need and to feel wanted again, it had been so long since she felt those feelings that she was almost willing to give her self to the man that wasn’t “HIM”. The car stopped and was turned off, both occupants getting out and walking different ways, one right the other left. She shivered slightly and hugged herself, maybe she shouldn’t have just left in a skirt and long sleeved shirt. The only thing keeping her warm was her furry boots upon her feet and matching gloves and scarf. As she looked ahead she saw something, not moving just laying on the ground still as ever. First thing to pop into her head, it was “HIM”. She ran towards him until she fell to her knees next to his head.

“We’ve been searching every where for you” a light voice said out of breath. He turned his head to her and opened bored eyes on her and looked at what she wore and at her flushed face.

“Your going to catch a cold,” he stated simply as he turned his head toward the sky once more and closed his eyes. Puffs of air left his moth and traveled up into the sky till it disappeared. He was mad. She didn’t know that , but he was angry. He could smell his brother on her, and not in a way he liked. Either he forced him self on her or she willingly let him, he did not know but there would always be one thing he knew. He grabbed her and pulled her to him so that her chest fell on top of him, which caused her to unconsciously straddle his hips. With out warning he ripped the sides of her underwear, causing a gasp from her parted lips, and unbuttoned his pants. Her mind was in some sort of daze as her underwear was ripped at the sides.

“Damn those were my favorite” she thought only to gasp at what she felt, “Oh god how did he do that,” she bit her lip to prevent from moaning out loud, “how did he get inside me.” The cold air seemed to be forgotten as they both concentrated on the feeling that was deep within them. It seemed like forever until the tightening feeling was released and both was sent into a world of bliss even though it was for a mere minute. She rolled off of him into the cold snow, which cooled her heated body. She heard the zipping of his pants and the crunching of snow as he got up. He didn’t know why he did what he just did. Maybe to prove to his brother he could always have her or maybe even to prove to him self he could always have her. He scoffed lightly at this as he looked down at the angle in the snow.

“Come on, your going to get sick” he whispered almost harshly with a hand out stretched. Her blue eyes sprang open, and she grasped his hand as if to say she put all her trust within him.

“I’ll race you to the car,” she yelled back to him knowing full well his brother was coming there way.

“Even if you don’t know it , you’ll always be mine,” He whispered out as he stared at the shining crescent moon and starting his trek towards home, “You’ll always be mine.” The snow still fell as they all went home, and even though the fallen snow covered the spot he laid in and the spot she sat in and even the ripped garments, there was always that memory of them being together again after so long.