Perfection

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He stood, arms latched around his fiancé. She accepted well-wishes from their friends… and his eyes remained latched on the woman at his half-brother’s side.

Perfection. Glowing skin, like a being not of this Earth…

Perfection. Long, black hair. Like her cousin’s, but straighter… not a wisp out of place. Perfect.

Taller than her cousin, too; probably enough that she could look him in the eye without craning her head back. His mouth suddenly dry, he knew they would fit together perfectly in bed.

Perfection. His fiancé was beautiful... but this being was gorgeous.

Kagome had been overly concerned before the party. “You have nothing to worry about,” he’d assured her. “I am with you for you.”

But now he wanted her… for her. He could feel the power flowing off her – again, so much like her cousin… but unlike Kagome, perfectly in control.

She was a goddess among mortals. She was perfection in every way… that thought was emphasized by the electricity shooting between them as she finally raised deep brown eyes to his and held his gaze for far longer than anybody - save his mother - ever had.

Perfection. He strove for it, fought for it – thought, until now, that he held it in his arms.

But this woman… he’d never known want, known need until now.

She truly was perfection personified.

So what was she doing with the half-breed? Perfection was his alone to obtain, to have, to hold…

From that moment on, nothing else mattered.