A Sinners Truth by BloodyHues

Truth

So, this is like a One-Shot that will try and get me back into my groove.

Tell me what you think about it, would you? Really, if ya'll think it is good, I will start working on my other stories again. If not, I think I will lay down the pen. It's quite hard to bounce back from everything, you know?

Anyways, so review. Hope you do enjoy.

A Sinners Truth

Her knocking echoes down the hallway of the apartment rooms, falling silent when they have no place to go otherwise. She feels a tad bit of relief when it seems as if no one is going to answer the door, and she begins to turn away.

She whips back, however, when the door swings wide open, revealing a bare chested male, golden brown eyes boring down upon her intently.

Her own eyes break away from his as they trail down over the chiseled muscles in his chest and stomach, over the baggy black cargos that cling to his hips, to his feet and back up, his long silvery hair flickering in the corner of her eyes as she shifts.

It's a long time before she says something, her palms brushing down her pencil knee length black skirt uneasily. She clears her throat, licking her lips as well. "We... can't do this anymore. I can't... do this anymore..." She bites down nervously on her lower lip, gaze focusing on the door frame instead of on the specimen before her.

If she would have looked, the gaze he gives her would have alerted her to his actions. So, when he steps out from his doorway, his hands roaming over her body, her sharp hasp would slip out unheedingly, silenced only by smooth lips that roughly... hungrily... clasp over hers.

A sweet tongue invades her mouth as he begins to back her up against the railing of the staircase.

Her small hands move up to push back weakly on his chest, though only in a half hearted attempt to push him away. He grabs ahold of her left hand, tugging softly on the ring that rests upon her ring finger.

It comes off effortlessly and falls with a clunk to the ground, forgotten for now. She pants for breath as he pulls away, his hot eyes boring down into hers before he twists her around and pushes her demandingly into the railing.

It hits her midsection and she bends at the waist, hands gripping the wood as she feels her skirt lifted up around her stomach, her under-ware yanked down, and a large pair of hands clutching at her hips.

She nearly cries out when he plunges himself into her, rocking his body in a fast, steady beat. She bites down on her tongue to silence herself, and she leans her head to the side when a pair of lips caress her neck.

The seering of her flesh travels into her body, ripping through like a wild fire. His smooth, deep voice makes her shiver.

"You cannot let go of me, my dear Kagome. You do not wish to." The truth of his words make her close her eyes and ask for forgiveness, even as he continues. When a hand gathers into her ponytail and yanks back, she cannot help but to snap out of her trance and cry out her pleasure.

Behind her, with his black pants pooled around his ankles, the silver haired male grins.

It does not take long for her legs to begin shaking, and she lets go of herself as she orgasms, catching herself with the railing so that she doesn't collapse.

He follows suite after a couple more hard thrusts and as he spills into her he bends over her back with a small grunt, lips finding her neck again. "Come now... my Kagome... rest. I will wake you when it's time for you to go home..."

He leans down, slipping his pants back up along with her under-ware, and he pulls down her skirt before sweeping her up into his arms. She sighs lightly, pressing her cheek against his slightly sweaty chest, and he turns, moving back into his apartment, swinging the door shut with his foot.

He settles her down into his bed, tucking her into the covers as she drifts off, watching her only for a while before shutting the bedroom door and going out into the hallway to retrieve her ring. He eyeballs it as he slowly moves back into his living room and picks up his phone.

He drags on dialing the number, and waits patiently as the line rings. When a groggy, lighter male voice comes through the receiver, he sits on down on his couch, forehead in his palm.

"What do you want, Sesshomaru? It's too early in the morning to be call-" "I'm in love with her." The line goes silent and then there is a groan and the sound of someone sitting up. "She's married..." "I know, Miroku. I know."

End.