Afterglow by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: For Ge for her birthday! Hope you have a lovely day! ^^

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Their breathing synced within the hush of his private chambers. His forehead felt damp and hot against her own where they pressed together. Half-lidded golden eyes stared directly into blue ones. Kagome caught her breath slowly, attention falling to Sesshoumaru's parted lips and the hint of a fang peeking out. She couldn't tell who was more out of breath- whose heart was racing faster.

It was the strangest thing, coming down from such a high with him. Their limbs were tangled, bare skin pressed close. They lay flushed and covered in a faint sheen of sweat, hickeys and bite marks mapping their bodies. She could feel evidence of him gliding down between her legs, rendering her sticky but lazily content.

Kagome swallowed, gazing at his face as she remained slumped in the afterglow. Everything ached but in a pleasant kind of way.

She hadn't expected the demon lord to be so… attentive. Intimate.

"What are you thinking about, foolish miko?" warm breath fanned over her lips.

Kagome looked at his striped cheek, her fingers curling with want to touch it.

Was that allowed? Or were such liberties with his person now off the table? An unwanted act of affection now that they weren't grinding against one another like animals.

"Nothing… I just…"

Worries were starting to creep in. What had she done?

Kagome had only meant to pay Sesshoumaru a friendly visit as part of her journey as a travelling miko. He'd been a curt but reliable ally ever since she'd returned to the past and set out on her own.

How exactly had one tea party escalated into her straddling his lap and engaging in a rough lip-lock?

Sesshoumaru huffed quietly.

Kagome didn't sense him move, but suddenly something rough yet warm and sturdy cupped her cheek, calloused palm dragging. Long fingered claws slid through inky black hair, brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. Kagome's eyes widened as Sesshoumaru swiped a thumb slowly over her bottom lip.

"You overthink things," he stated lowly.

Kagome opened her mouth under his touch, wanting to ask what he meant. Had she ruined things? Were they together now or was that a fling? Did he care for her as deeply as she did him?

His clawed thumb slid between her lips instead, pressing down on her tongue to pin it to the bottom of her mouth. Kagome squealed, glaring.

Sesshoumaru's eyes glittered wickedly in the darkness of the room, swiping the digit slowly over her tongue.

"So many unnecessary questions. What are your instincts telling you, miko?"

Kagome made a noise as he stroked her, and she closed her mouth around him, sucking on the digit.

Sesshoumaru's clandestine gaze became hodded, freehand running down her side to squeeze her hip. Kagome winced as a particularly deep bitemark ached from the action.

"Your body already knows the answers you seek," Sesshoumaru rumbled softly, white lashes lifting to watch her with a heated stare. "It knows who you belong to."

Kagome's eyes widened and she pulled away from his thumb, tongue withdrawing from where it had wrapped around it, as if clinging to any part of him.

She looked at the demon lord carefully for any signs of deceit, daring to hope. She'd been unlucky in love before.

Slowly, painfully so, she reached out and caressed his cheek, leaning up to claim his mouth with a kiss.

"You mean it?" hushed words slipped free.

"What do you think?"

Kagome rolled her eyes and finally smiled, relaxing. Tightening her legs around his tapered waist, she suddenly turned them both from where they rested on their sides, flipping them in order to straddle him from above.

"I think we need to work on our communication skills," she flashed her teeth, gliding a hand over his chest to rest over his heart. It thundered faster than hers.

"Hn, nonsense. We communicate perfectly well," Sesshoumaru uttered, grinning softly while cupping a generous handful of her ass and causing her to squeak.

"Allow me to demonstrate..."