I Fell for Myself by Stella Mira

Far from It...

Tension unfurled, oozed from his glands, made his scent sweeter – slowly, languidly, he undressed. Stirrings of lust, driblets of heat, at the sight of nude skin, the promise of wetness. His body whispered melioration, beckoned her – but when she took a step forth, he took one back. Another sigh, mounting aggression, still leashed, bound by patience.

"You know, proximity is required for this act."

"Then come closer, miko."

She felt the urge to laugh at the conflict of his words and actions, play this game of advance and retreat, of hunter and prey with him. It was no longer unwelcome – but more of a tease, a kink of foreplay.

"Ah, I see… You are of the opinion that the man must do all the work?"

A half-smirk split the curve of her mouth, slanted provocation. Kagome took another step, came closer – but he didn't step away, not this time. The blue of his irises silvered, like argent metal.

"You want me to plead?"

"That's not what I meant...again." Kagome chuckled, low, husky, threads of sound woven into satisfaction – then she took pause. "What kind of females have you bedded to form such opinions?"

"Yōkai females – only yōkai."

It wasn't what she asked, but she supposed it didn't matter much. She shook her head, tried a different, more direct approach, spoke in terms he could relate with. "Well, I don't know about yōkai, but humans don't impose restrictions on sex or follow protocol. Do what you like, Sesshōmaru, voice your wants, take your pleasure… It would actually feel better if you did – less…forced."

Sesshōmaru gave neither acknowledgement nor dissent – but he did move. Low and lower. Slow. Provocative. Temptation slinking within kyanite, with deer-like grace, he bent his body to the ground, on his hands, on his knees. A hint of slick skin, of coral buds, softness and round hips – desire brewing in hot blood.

"Are you sure you wanna play it like that?" A sliver of emotion flashed in the zaffre of his eyes then. It was subtle, yet unmistakable. He had taken a female in that way, Kagome realized and, for some reason, this knowledge called to that hunk of primal instincts, deliquesced that clot of aggression. It sizzled just above the surface, coursed beneath taut skin – and a growl ravished her throat.

"Does this displease you?"

"Far from it…" She enunciated the words, made them sentient, suspended in the thickness of the air between them.