Kazekage by Azuka

Power

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and CO

Prompt: Power

Source: Skyes Bi-Weekly Challange

Chapter Ninety- One

The power of his voice resonated within her; it instantly grounded her to the moment and when his hand tightened on hers she felt a thrill of some joyful emotion she knew could not be equated to the person she felt it for.

“You appear so lost.” He worried, his tiny features concerned as he attempted to cheer her with a smile, “Come, let’s play!” He tugged her into the room and she hesitated only in her steps as her mind began to whirl. This apartment held a strange power she could not describe, and it eluded her hearts ‘knowing’ with a lull that she felt drugged by.

“S-Sesshomaru…”

“Hoh?” He turned to look at her and for a moment he appeared to age again, now standing near her chest instead of her waist with the beginnings of an aristocratic sharpness that brought whatever eluded her, closer to the surface.

“Say it again, Kagome.” He prompted; his boyish baritone quite charming and soothing to the frayed nerves of a girl who was only fifteen that still lurked in the shadows of her adolescence.

“I’m… I’m not fifteen anymore.” She whispered, her eyes shadowed by the bangs she had not cut in a while and for a startling moment she was acutely aware of her person like she’d never been before. As if hovering about herself, she began to see herself as others did. She was gangly dressed in her pajamas, awkward in her hips and chest, her hair was long and unruly and her girlish figures pulled awkwardly as they aged and matured.

She grinned at the irony; she was such a cute teen and the cruelty of mortality warped it as it made its transit into adulthood.

“Sesshomaru.” She looked at him, her reiki suddenly sparkling about the ribbons of textures within the ashen irises and his image broke. It shattered like a mirror, the entire image caved as if she’d been looking at a reflection, but when the image dropped another was ready to stand before her. 

She shattered the image of a slightly older Sesshomaru three more times until a man her age appeared, dressed just as casually she was with a black shirt with the words “DOG” in bold white letters with jeans and sneakers. She hesitated, her fingers twitching as she attempted to resolve herself but he moved and grasped the hand extended towards him. He invaded her personal space and cowed her backwards against the wall and when he caged her, his large arms boxed about her head and his silver hair creating a curtain that veiled them from the room; she smelled him.

It was toxic and sweet; it was musk on a delicious scale and a subtly that brushed against her awareness like a playful kitten. Elusive but known; tempting but dangerous; he smelled like raw power and it caused a powerful reaction in her that affected her on a cellular level.  She felt her core temperature shift; felt her heart adjust to a heavy blood flow and the constriction on her brain as a heavy disorder lay heavily upon her heart.

“Do you fear me?”

“…. I have always feared your power.”  She closed her eyes as she began to tremble; he growled and pressed closer to her. His hips touched her first, then his stomach and following his chest was his cheek to hers. Fully flush and pressed so tight to him, she could feel the way his chest moved as he breathed; the way his stomach and muscles moved as he arranged himself further against her.

“You have always been wise beyond your year. Thus you tempt this one; for it is knowledge that is true power and this Sesshomaru’s Ultimate Conquest.”

His breath was hot on her neck, his nose chill against the shell of her eat; his hair cool as it slipped against her bare shoulders; his chest hot against the thin spaghetti strap top. His hips were a force of unyielding pressure, his legs hard muscle as they pressed roughly against the thin checkered material of her pants.

“I am not your conquest…”

“You are.” He pressed, his cheek rubbing small circles against her in shamelessness.

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