Surrender by Stella Mira

Surrender

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. All rights belong to Takahashi Rumiko.

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They stand there silently, as if carved in time, lost shadows under the moonshine, lost in one another’s eyes.

A waft of wind, an inch of space, lips meshing hotly and blood-fire.

Fingertips mapping lines of bone and muscle and skin under layers of smooth silk. Hands gripping, knees brushing, seeking to share the weight of existence.

Straining not to surrender. Straining to keep something, even for a passing moment, hers and hers alone.

“Why?”

Her voice slips past abused lips, heavy in the silence between.

Gold gleams violently, brutally. He breaks through the barriers of her core, stripping her bare to shatter into the dark.

“Indulgence.”

Breath hot and fanning over flesh sensitized, sinking inside, insidiously spreading, poisonous touch, poisonous essence.

"You wished for this."

Fingers trembling and wild, tracing sharp angles and contours of thew and sinew, needing to etch, carve, burn into memory how perfection feels. For she knows, this is her only chance, the only favor granted to her. So she bitterly accepts, takes for her own, screams to the heavens…ignoring the wetness streaming under thick lashes, that mars her skin, penetrates her soul, blurs her dream.

“Sesshōmaru, Sesshōmaru, Sesshōmaru…"

Flesh feverish and molded tight, perspiration and limbs tangled, challenging where one starts and the other ends. Throat ravished raw, eyes gently shut, blind to the beauty of the stars, the quiet of the night—nothing but skin-heat and moans and delirium.

If she is allowed only one moment in her fading time to live and be drowned in forever, then she wants to choose this one—over and over and over.

Ink-black silk mating with silver metal, spinning and twining and knotting into unbreakable bonds.

Ink-black silk dueling with silver metal, unraveling, untwisting, spilling into the night wind, never to mate again.

Eyes empty and desolate, copper-blue liquefied, pining, needing, aching foolishly. Cursing the moon for its haunting reflection, the sun for its brilliant fire, herself for her willful conviction and wantonness.

“Sesshōmaru, Sesshōmaru, Sesshōmaru…”