Descriptions of the Beloved by Imanewme

Descriptions of the Beloved

Title: Descriptions of the Beloved

Author: Imanewme

Genre: Romance

Word count: 320

Rating: PG-13 ish

Warnings: None

AU/Canon: Cannon

Theme: Royalty

Written for EbonySilks

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. The series and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I make no profit from these stories. They are merely my interpretation of the characters for entertainment purposes.

The night sky was impossibly dark and decorated by bright twinkling stars. There were no clouds, and not a single tree obscured the view from the top of the jagged cliff. A gentle breeze caressed her cheek. So overcome by the beauty, she held her breath and tried not to blink for fear of missing a single moment.

"It's beautiful," she finally breathed.

A long tapered claw traced down her cheek and she shivered. Gooseflesh rose on her arms as the claw continued down her neck and across a collarbone and continued down her torso to her waist. A large pale hand pulled her back into a hard, yet warm wall of muscle. Kagome relaxed in Sesshoumaru's firm hold. She turned just enough to lay her ear over his chest and listen to the heartbeat within.

"How could anyone think you cold?" she murmured, inhaling his scent deeply. "Even your scent is warm."

Sesshoumaru stiffened and shifted slightly. Gripping her waist tighter he leaned down. "I am cold, Miko" he warned, lips inches from the shell of her ear.

"Passionate," she challenged.

"Calculating," he countered.

"Intense," she continued.

"Deadly," he purred in her ear.

"Elegant," she sighed.

Sesshoumaru leaned in further nibbling on her jaw line in response. He smiled to himself as she responded to his touch, a fresh new flush appearing on her already heated cheeks. She leaned into his torso, digging her heels into the grass as she snaked an arm over her head and around his neck.

"Regal." Kagome amended.

Sesshoumaru conceded the argument with his silence. He rested his chin on top of her head and the pair silently admired the perfect night sky. Sesshoumaru buried his nose in the crown of her head and savored her scent and the soft texture of her long ebony locks. Leaning down further and kissing behind her ear, he broke the silence.

"And you, Kagome, are simply divine."