Primal Instinct by XxXM. WatersXxX

Chapter 1

Week 75: Oneshot

Theme - Primal

Title: Unexpected Encounter

Author: M_Waters

Word count: 1,100

Rating: M

Warnings: Innuendos Suggestiveness / Sexual Situation **Nothing bad or lemony**

AU/Canon: Cannon

Kagome moaned silently as the deliciously warm water lapped at her naked body upon entering the small spring. She ducked underneath the warm waters, rubbing her face. She reached out to pull one of her shampoo bottles and lathered her black tresses, massaging the caked on dirt and grime from it. She sighed contently as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, feeling it healthier and cleaner already.

She leaned back against the rocky interior of the spring and looked up at the sky, allowing her senses to wander around her. At first she didn't feel anything, then she stretched her aura further away from her, and felt her friends not too far away. She basked in the silence the night offered, enjoying the peace that came after a victorious fight. Kagome shook her head and ducked back under the water once her cold hair sent shivers racing across her back.

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Sesshomaru strolled through the dark woods when he caught the fresh scent of his half brother in the air. He covered his aura and masked his scent, not in the mood for a confrontation. He'd been in a solemn mood, rimming melancholy. He didn't know why—but he was not enjoying it. Jaken and the tiny girl that traveled with him were resting in a cave a few miles away. Rin was sick, that he knew. He couldn't chance her becoming too ill, so he'd left her under the care of his servant; Jaken. The last image he had of her were her soft russet eyes smiling up at him as he promised to return with a silent nod.

As he circled the area where he sensed his brother resting, along with his human companions, he caught a different scent. One much more easily indulgent, one he couldn't resist taking in deeply inside of him. Sesshomaru made his way towards the scent, inhaling as much as he could without sniffing it like the dog he was.

When he neared the origin of the scent, he stopped. The girl, his brother's woman, bathed in a spring. Alone. Sesshomaru inwardly frowned at his half-brother's inattentiveness. If she were his, she would not be alone at night. Instead he'd make sure she was right next to him, below him, on top of him—anywhere but alone. Such rare creatures should never be left alone...there were simply too many predators....like him.

Sesshomaru took the opportunity to approach the bathing female when her dark crown ducked under the water. As he neared, he kept his eyes on the water's surface. He dropped gracefully and with all the ease of a predator. His light golden eyes burned molten when she resurfaced, turned towards him. Her onyx curls clung to her wet body, defining curves and dips only a real woman would possess. Her eyes shut tight as she rubbed the water away from them. Small droplets raced down the expanse of naked skin as the moonlight accentuated every dip and hollow. His eyes traveled the length of her, up to where the water hit her knees.

Kagome pushed her wet hair back from her face and brushed the water from her eyes as she wadded towards the shore. She reached forward to grab her conditioner when it was handed to her. Kagome gasped and stared wide-eyed at her intruder. She stared in horror as he sat indian-style staring at her. Burning, molten gold eyes stared back at her, then dipping to travel down her body. Instantly she ducked back underneath and took in a lung full of air, planning to scream as loud as she could and hoping Inuyasha would hear.

Before she could release her ear piercing shriek, Sesshomaru pounded. As a great wolf pounces on it's prey—primal instinct as old as time rising full power. Sesshomaru didn't care his clothes were getting wet and heavy, or that his swords and armor were getting soaked—risking getting rusted. What he did care about, and tried to avoid, were his armor's spikes digging into the soft flesh of the miko was gripping flush to him—one hand over her mouth. He pushed her aggressively against the harsh interior wall of the spring, pinning her with his taller form.

“Silence girl,” he bit out coldly, ignoring the tears escaping her wide fearful eyes. He wanted to ignore the deliciously feminine curves pressed tightly against him, or how well her hips cradled his. Stopping the track his thought followed, he pushed the primal beast within him to the furthest part of his mind, focusing on the girl before him.

Kagome stilled in the Taiyoukai's arms, her heart in her throat. She could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest, fluttering like a trapped butterfly. She nodded hastily, wishing to have the man's weight off of her. Though his hand was gentle on her mouth, her lips were pressed tightly against her teeth.

Sesshomaru felt the miko's resistance ebb a little, though the fear remained. He found he didn't like that. The putrid stench of fear did mix well with her tangy fragrance. Allowing his inu nature to comfort rise, he bent his head and traced the shell of her ear with his nose. The more he breathed her in, the more he wanted to bury himself within her. He resisted the unnatural urge to trace the column of her slim neck with his nose, and lifted his head.

Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, both arms over her chest to block his view. He would allow her this, as he knew human need for modesty. He traced one cheek with one deadly claw, his mind made up, Sesshomaru dipped his head to hers—and froze.

Dreamy russet eyes stared back at him, completely focused on his eyes. A sudden picture of Rin floated through his mind, of her sickly form smiling up at him as he walked away. Sesshomaru understood his need to be close to the miko. It wasn't attraction, it was her eyes. Rin's eyes. Or had he been seeing the miko's eyes in Rin's. Suddenly angered that he had so easily surrendered to temptation and the primal need of laying with a female, Sesshomaru pushed the girl away with a growl, uncaring she'd slam against the rocky wall. With another low guttural snarl, Sesshomaru disappeared into the dark foliage of the woods. He needed to think—think about what he'd done, think about Rin, and think about the miko's stimulating russet eyes.

A/N: thank you for reading my little attempt at a oneshot. I don't know if I'd be adding more to this...though it is a oneshot. It depends how well it is accepted. ^.^