I was kissing him. That hit me as I was nibbling gently on his lower lip, attempting to get him to open his mouth to me. I was kissing Sesshomaru. The evil guy. The arrogant bastard who had inconvenienced me in my quest for Naraku time and time again.

Who would have thought? I grinned as I nipped his lower lip harder, trying to startle him out of his frozen state. He made some indefinable, faint sound as his grip on me began to loosen. Pressing my advantage, I pulled myself up further, wrapping my arms around his neck and locking our lips together as he softened.

His hands drifted in between us, hesitating on my chest, as if unsure whether to push me away or not as his mouth opened under mine hesitantly. I didn't want to scare or piss him off, so I kept the kiss gentle, sweet.

Eventually, my neck started to hurt. I pulled away, stretching slightly. I smiled in satisfaction when I saw him. Sesshomaru's face was flushed, hair disheveled, and his eyes half-closed, though they still watched me warily.

His hands were still tangled in the front of my robes, and I ran my fingertips over them, disengaging them from me. I raised one to my lips, nibbling on the tips of his fingers, just barely drawing them into my mouth as I scraped my teeth along the slightly rough underside of his fingers. I kept my eyes on his, smiling wickedly as I drew away, the claw from his last finger lingering on my lip.

He was motionless for a moment, just looking at me, at my mouth, hand trembling slightly. Finally, he moved it, running the sharp tip across my lip. I repressed a shiver, suddenly remembering how the poison contained in those claws had melted the flesh of Inu-Yasha's arm. He wasn't trying to hurt me. I leaned into his hand as he cupped my face, dropping my hands to the front of his robes, toying with the fastenings.

He broke eye contact, looking to the side as I slowly untied the first one. "Wait..." he said, quietly. I didn't respond, just paused, my hands still on his warm skin. He was shivering, almost violent tremors. I sighed, pulled him into an embrace.

While I held him, I settled for nuzzling his ear, running lips and teeth up and over the curve to explore the delicate point. I buried my face in his hair, inhaling deeply. It smelled clean, like leaves and rain.

He was buried in my chest, hands once again fisted in my clothing. I felt him press a kiss to my chest, begin to work open my clothing. My hands slipped from his shoulders and I bit my lip, willing myself to stay still and not jump him as he slid the robe off my shoulders, his hands sliding down my body, pushing me back to the ground, in an attempt to take control of the situation. I let him, stretching out on the ground and studying him.

He was avoiding eye contact, eyes slightly averted from mine as he slipped out of his own clothing, and I couldn't suppress the smirk that came to my face. This whole experience was bordering on the surreal. No, it was surreal. I folded my hands up underneath my head, noting that it had somehow fallen out of the ponytail I usually kept it in.

He was beautiful. Not that I had needed to seem him naked to know that. But he knelt before me, all silver and white, with the occasional streak of crimson, golden eyes peering out at me from a curtain of hair. His tail was curled around us both, warm and soft. "You never stop smiling, do you?" He stroked my stomach, working his way lower. His touch was surprisingly light, with just a hint of claw. It made me want to squirm. I think I whimpered.

"Do I have a reason to...?" I managed to choke out as he lowered his head to taste me. He didn't answer for a while, content to make me writhe. I brought my hands down to tangle in his hair, closing my eyes as he played along my length with his lips and tongue. The night air cooled where he moistened me, making me shudder.

Finally, when I was beginning to seriously consider pinning him to the ground and having my way with him, he pulled away, eying me almost predatorily. "...No," he finally said. It took me a moment to realize he was answering my question as he straddled me, sliding himself onto me.

I grasped his hips as he moved, closing my eyes, trying not to loose myself completely. It was completely unlike from being with a woman, of course. But it was also different from the men I had been with previously. We moved together differently. He was more languid, he seemed to give himself over to desire more readily. Watching him through half-closed eyes as we took pleasure from each other... I couldn't last long with a scene like that. Luckily, neither could he, or I would never have been able to forgive myself.

My heart was still beating hard as he slid down to lie on top of me. Our heated breath intermingled as he kissed me, a possessive, satisfied action. He let his head nestle into my shoulder, and his tail, a quiet reminder of who and what he was wrapped around my body. I didn't choose to think of that, however, content to take pleasure in its softness, enjoying the pleasant lassitude that filled my body.

Later, as the sky was lightening and I was beginning to notice how unforgiving the ground was to my naked body, Sesshomaru fingered the rosary on my hand, a slight frown wrinkling his forehead. He raised his eyes to mine, stared at me, ran his fingers over my lips again, feeling their slight upturn. The corners of his lips quirked, It was a strange expression on him. Before now, I had never seen him as anything other than arrogant, dispassionate, or angry.

He was smiling at me.