To Sin, Divine
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pc32_ficsA/N: Related to “Perfection”
The fluttery touch of her hand on his hard length…
The scent of wine on her breath, her sweat on his body; him on her, in her; his scent covering the half-breed’s, marking her as his…
The crash of pots and pans startled Sesshoumaru from his musings. His fiancé bustled around the kitchen, oblivious to the memories that plagued him.
‘What we are doing is wrong,’ he thought. ‘She should know. I no longer wish to share with the half-breed.’
Kagome shot him a brilliant smile; he nodded in response and her grin faltered. “I… I love you, you know,” she ventured softly. His resolve weakened.
‘It would only cause her pain to know. It’s better this way.’ He was above keeping secrets but even her cousin agreed.
Her cousin… her delicious, powerful, perfect cousin, whose moans still echoed in his ears. Sesshoumaru shuddered as he recalled how she’d rippled around him; the power-play the two indulged in before giving in to mutual temptation. He snarled at the recollection of how he had left her: scrubbing off his scent, dousing herself in perfume.
A touch on his arm brought him back to the here and now as Kagome moved to wrap her arms around him, gazing up with uncertain eyes. “Are you okay? You seem… upset.”
‘This foolish charade has to end.’
“This Sesshoumaru is fine,” he murmured. “Grab your coat. We are going to visit your cousin.”
He could feel her tremble. “Kikyou’s? Why?”
“To absolve ourselves of sin.”
The fluttery touch of her hand on his hard length…
The scent of wine on her breath, her sweat on his body; him on her, in her; his scent covering the half-breed’s, marking her as his…
The crash of pots and pans startled Sesshoumaru from his musings. His fiancé bustled around the kitchen, oblivious to the memories that plagued him.
‘What we are doing is wrong,’ he thought. ‘She should know. I no longer wish to share with the half-breed.’
Kagome shot him a brilliant smile; he nodded in response and her grin faltered. “I… I love you, you know,” she ventured softly. His resolve weakened.
‘It would only cause her pain to know. It’s better this way.’ He was above keeping secrets but even her cousin agreed.
Her cousin… her delicious, powerful, perfect cousin, whose moans still echoed in his ears. Sesshoumaru shuddered as he recalled how she’d rippled around him; the power-play the two indulged in before giving in to mutual temptation. He snarled at the recollection of how he had left her: scrubbing off his scent, dousing herself in perfume.
A touch on his arm brought him back to the here and now as Kagome moved to wrap her arms around him, gazing up with uncertain eyes. “Are you okay? You seem… upset.”
‘This foolish charade has to end.’
“This Sesshoumaru is fine,” he murmured. “Grab your coat. We are going to visit your cousin.”
He could feel her tremble. “Kikyou’s? Why?”
“To absolve ourselves of sin.”
