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Kagome enjoyed the feeling of meeting an equal and revelled in the dominance the Western Lord displayed. She was so entranced and overwhelmed by what the Great Lord insisted to be right. He held her so closely it was as though he was attempting to convince her, without words that she belonged there; in his arms.
Were that the case he was almost succeeding quite well. It was only the heavy pit in her heart that kept her distant.
Kagome let a lazy, almost sultry – though unintentional – smile dance across her lips. It seemed the Lord was quite intent on melding their bodies as one, if the intensity with which he gazed upon her and held her and rumbled to her and danced with her were any indication.
Quite flattering, to have the Great Lord so drunk on her presence. She was probably the same way when she had first lain with her husba – ah, former husband…
She put great effort into focusing on the male before her. She just wanted to… somehow… perhaps, but not quite… forget?
His presence would be her temporary oblivion.
He was a true alpha and not even the Great Lord's uncanny resemblance with his younger half-brother could deter her from thrilling in his embrace.
He was wonderful upon her senses, and the very grief she held, the very heartbreaking wail in her soul prompted her to let lose and, as it was, tango with the devil.
But she was her own alpha.
So when he dared to stake his territory upon her so loudly and blatantly with his mouth, lips, and teeth – her! A youkai dare possess the Vessel? – she was wilful and conscious enough to resist the pleasure of being claimed. She enjoyed the big dog, but really, not that much.
She giggled at the chastised, surprisingly puppy-like demeanour the Lord wore when he was torn between apologizing and… apologizing, but she soon dismissed it, along with the amazed gazes of several of the nearby revellers at her rejection. This was but a one-time thing, after all. No use dwelling on something so passing, such as the clearly possessive flaring of his aura to fend off the hopefuls away from her.
She much preferred the distraction the youkai Lord provided her in this painful celebration. She was not here to celebrate her former husband's re-marriage.
She was here to save face; to say goodbye; to let loose just this once before she decided to bottle it all up and sweep it under a carpet.
Quite blasé and obviously the wrong approach to something as committed as a loving relationship gone wrong, but, she figured, why not treat it like a glorified break-up between teenaged lovers? At least there was a chance of moving past it. Marriages in her world were meant to be for forever. Inuyasha fell with the Council's decision, though.
Screw that. I wanted to give him a choice, but… he didn't even really try to fight for me…
Her heart thumped painfully and she could almost feel the beads on her throat and chest rattle with her displeased power. Thankfully, the Great Lord's wonderfully male hands brought her back from the dark path of her musings and re-lit the electrifying passion within her eyes. Pleased with her form of distraction, she allowed her arms to entwine upon his neck and moulded her body scandalously close to his.
His hands were huge and elegant; the planes and angles of his body alluring and seductive and yes, she could lose herself on the slide of his skin and the pleased thrum of his deep, beautiful voice. His hair was fragrant as it ghosted down her arms with every invasive motion of the lord's body, giving the impression of the hair belonging to her; of her being a part of him. Kagome's eyes were hooded with her delight upon discovering the solid trimness of his physique.
She lazily ran her fingers over his taut muscles and peripherally admired the hanging decorations on the dance floor.
Were it not her ex-husband's bloody marriage feast, she might have been totally entranced: with the floating, heady music; with her femininity; with the steady male behind her; with the pulsing powers that infused about her; with the stars overhead. It was a beautiful night. It was wonderful. She enjoyed the feeling of dancing with abandon.
The only damper to the whole fiasco was that she was in it in the first place.
Quickly, the Great Lord spun her in a spiral of zealous thrill and enjoyment. Quickly, she forgot about her woes as he wound his essence about her and enticed hers to embrace his. She could be happy like this, though she knew things such as these never last.
He was quite perfect, really.
Sesshoumaru the perfect.
Sesshoumaru the great.
Sesshoumaru the powerful, the smooth, the beautiful, the godly.
Lord of the West. Ruler of the heart of the lands. Only remaining true pure-blooded Inu.
Son of the Great Dog General Touga.
Elder brother to… to…
Gleaming golden eyes watched attentively from afar.
Inu…ya…sha..
The thought was a great splash of cold water upon her heated, and euphoria-clouded mind. Her mind woke once again and noted with some trepidation that the beguiling music was winding down; that she was being escorted away from the revellers. Her wide blue eyes darted left and right, across bodies of fellow, sweaty revellers, not quite panicking but nearly there, almost drowning in sensation until she glimpsed Inuyasha and his new wife –
– until she once again focused on the leading Lord before her.
Until she became aware.
Aware of the liberties she had allowed the charismatic Great Lord to take with her, judging from the caressing pads of his fingers that mirrored the reverent motions of his youki upon her exposed soul, whispering stay, stay. Worse yet, her essence, beyond allowing, even welcomed the great youkai's advances.
Well.
That settled it.
That was their last dance. That was her last dance.
She allowed him to dance with her because of this intensely compelling quality of his – like she was the north end of a magnet surely being drawn in simultaneously as she drew in the south pole of another magnet – Sesshoumaru.
He made her forget. For a while.
She shivered. He was dangerous for her. He was too effective in providing a distraction, and too good at making her want to let go. She almost did. She almost totally did and nearly submitted to what she knew would be a mistake.
No. I did not come here… for… this.
So she left. What else could she do? Her body had become addicted in that short span of time to a virtual stranger, opening to him and his intentions. Without a word, she broke whatever connection there was and nearly suffered from the shocks of power that run across her being. She broke it without another thought to how oddly and alarmingly right the connection had been.
It was doubtful the youkai felt it. After all; it was not his soul that was being molested.
She distantly noted the intense gaze of arguably the most powerful being – besides herself – on these lands and then some, but continued to walk away. She was not even ashamed to admit her slight desperation to leave. The entire situation completely catching up with her, she just wanted to be alone.
Then there was the other tingling gaze upon her body that she managed to ignore for so long in the night. She glanced up and saw the only other set of golden eyes.
Inuyasha.
He looked almost betrayed; but that wouldn't be right. He was the one who left. Then she felt the hostile and somewhat victorious gaze of the new wife.
Swiftly, Kagome's womanly pride reared up. As confidently and indifferently as she could, she sauntered towards the exit.
She got what she came for anyway.
When she was absolutely sure no one else was there, she ran full speed to her pavilion and packed what little she brought and prepared to set her accounts and affairs straight.
This is goodbye, Inuyasha. Perhaps when I've healed enough, we can share our time again.
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