A/N: Just a little one-shot that came and bit me in the butt the other day. Wouldn't let go either. So I simply had to write it. Only my second attempt at a Sesshoumaru x Kagome fanfic, but I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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His mortal goddess
And she was his. Or soon would be, if he had his way. Which he would. He always did.
Such a beautiful female, too. With hair of burnished black. It flowed down her back in a cascade of soft, silky locks, flowing past her shoulders to her hips.
She was a strange creature, in that scandalous green cloth that showed off more than enough of her long legs. Though, he had on more than one occasion taken advantage of the lovely view.
And it was a lovely view! Long, shapely legs led up, past smooth thighs, to a delicate waist.
Hmm...If he had both arms, he could have easily wrapped his hands all the way around that curved flesh. What a tantalizing thought...
Above that, one's gaze encountered a toned stomach, which she had displayed for all the world to see, made possible by her short shirt.
Her lovely figure than blossomed outward with a pair of luscious breasts that just begged to be touched. Sometime, in the near future, he would oblige them. Round and full, one could catch just a glimpse of them from the top of her tiny shirt.
She had the face of an angel, bright and open. He knew that she could never tell a lie, or at least, not a very good one. Large brown eyes, filled with infinite compassion and kindness. He'd also seen them burn with anger on more than one occasion, especially when a loved one was in danger.
She'd even turned her wrath on him. Him! He who was the Lord of the West, eldest son of the Inutaisho and known by all as the Aristocratic Assassin! She had dared to fight against him with only a meager bow and arrows!
And she had lived to tell the tale.
What an extraordinary women. And one day soon he would claim her as his own.
Not ever was he presumptuous enough to claim to understand the Kami, but in this he was sure. She had been created just for him. A miko of unimaginable power, just lying beneath the surface. All she lacked was the proper teacher. He would teach her how to use her miko energy, and then he would teach her other, more pleasurable things to do with their time together.
He would take her in their large, soft bed, enjoying her writhing and moans. Her first time would be as gentle as he could make it, for he knew that she was still a virgin. His stupid half-brother had made sure of that for him. He would claim her in the way of the inu, mating her to him as he took her to bed.
Oh! The possibilities that lay there were endless with such an untrained pupil! He would tutor her in the arts of seduction and foreplay, how to pleasure him and herself (as he watched, of course).
A dull throb from his groin brought Lord Sesshoumaru from his pleasant daydreams.
Not in any way did he show his discomfort, though his body screamed for fulfillment. He simply stood there, in the middle of a large meadow with Rin and Jaken behind him, sitting around their camp fire cooking their supper. Above the stars twinkled and the moon was a crescent in the sky, much like the one upon his noble brow.
These thoughts had been creeping upon him more and more lately, beckoning him to take action and make them a reality. Soon, not just yet. There were still things that must be done before he took her as his own. The threat Naraku posed for his intended needed to be silenced, permanently. His half-brother would only be a tiny nuisance.
Then, after that final battle and when he'd taken care of the annoying little half-brother, he would make it known to her to whom she belonged.
A small smile tugged at his lips. Yes, everything would come to pass as he'd planned.
His silent figure cast a longing glance to the north, where he knew she was even now collecting jewel shards.
A breeze blew across the wide expanse of grass, flowing like a wave and carrying a single word from his lips.
"Kagome..."