An Education by UnknownRandomness
Why Are You Here?
A/N: I'm not sure what happened to this entry. I was intending it to be scary, but it kinda turned a teeny bit smutty -_- Hope you enjoy anyway!
Prompt: Lave – (vb) To wash, bathe; to lap or wash against; to refresh or soothe as if by washing.
Word Count: 936
Hesitantly, the woman washed the gash on her shoulder, hissing as the tender flesh pulled under her tentative ministrations, opening the wound that throbbed painfully with every movement. Within minutes her pristine washcloth was soaked with her blood, the red liquid running down her limp arm in small rivulets.
Kagome’s constant wince turned into a grimace as she dabbed around the jagged cut, not even trying to stop the flow that clouded the water around her hips. Dropping the blood stained material into the spring, the miko settled herself stiffly against the edge of the natural pool, allowing the warm water to ease her frozen muscles yet always ensuring that her injured shoulder remained above the surface.
A quiet rustling sound alerted her hazy mind to the presence of another and she quickly raised her eyes to see her newest companion enter the area, his amber gaze fixed on her.
“Sesshoumaru-sama, do you require something?”
Although her words were spoken calmly, inside, Kagome’s stomach was performing a complicated series of somersaults and her cheeks quickly took on a rosy hue, which she prayed the inuyoukai wouldn’t notice; or if he did, that he would dismiss it as a natural reaction to the heat of the spring. With a quick glance downwards, the young woman relaxed once she saw that her breasts were hidden from his gaze by the steamy water. She had always been uncomfortably aware of what his presence did to her, but she had always attempted to ignore it, ashamed and embarrassed that she had quickly developed a powerful attraction to one whom she had regarded an enemy not too long ago.
His amber gaze did not stray from her form as he swiftly took the two steps from the treeline to the waters’ edge. Ignoring her question, Sesshoumaru - much to her alarm (and enjoyment) - began to disrobe.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kagome couldn’t help but shriek indignantly and avert her eyes as it became apparent that the demon had no shame and was intending to get into the water with her.
The Western Lord’s normally impassive face was smirking at her reaction and without any warning, he undid the ties holding his fundoshi in place, leaving his marvellous body bare to the world.
“Exactly what it appears I am doing, miko. This Sesshoumaru is preparing to bathe – and one does not normally bathe with their garments on.”
Blushing furiously, the time traveller had to prevent her eager eyes from straying to the delectable form of the naked male, knowing that if she slipped up, he would never let her hear the end of it. But that didn’t explain why he was doing this in the first place! There were many hot springs dotted around the area, why couldn’t he just get his own personal one?!
When she asked him as much, a low chuckle met her ears and the pleasure that sound sent through her momentarily overpowered the ache in her shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, Kagome turned her head to look directly at her unexpected company and had to choke back a gasp when she realised how close he was; if she stretched out her arm, she could easily rest her palm against his chiselled chest without moving from her spot.
Suddenly feeling dizzy and very embarrassed, the flustered human once more averted her gaze, but not before catching a glimpse of fang peeking out from under that irritatingly attractive smirk. She couldn’t take this atmosphere!
“Ah… Sesshoumaru-sama, please could you move away, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
She didn’t really expect him to listen to her plea, so it was no surprise when he did exactly the opposite, surging forwards to rest on his haunches inches from her seat. But what was unexpected was the sudden and sharp pain that jolted through her shoulder and the woman whimpered despite herself.
The daiyoukai repeated his action and Kagome whimpered again at the feeling of his rough tongue dragging over her sensitive flesh, licking away the dried blood that had started to form a crust on her skin. When his movements caused fresh blood to flow anew, he eagerly lapped that up too, seemingly hooked on the red liquid. And with every stroke of his strong appendage, Kagome could feel herself becoming more and more aroused.
‘Kami, how sick am I? Being turned on by him drinking my blood. But it feels so fucking good!’
Rationality and common sense scattered as Sesshoumaru began to growl, the vibrations causing a sweet conflict of pleasure and pain within her addled mind. In between his noises and licks, the miko vaguely realised that he was speaking to her and she tried to listen to his deep words.
“This one feels responsible for your wound, miko. If I had not been so preoccupied with destroying that filthy hanyou, I would have been able to protect Rin from the wind witch. So I am indebted to you, for saving my ward at your own expense. It is unusual though, how your blood calls to me.”
Kagome blinked at that last part, suddenly aware that they were both naked together in a hot spring. Sucking in a huge breath, the female pushed her bathing partner with one arm, gratified when he stopped his arousing and distracting tongue work.
Looking into his unreadable golden eyes, Kagome tried to form a sentence, only to find her vision was swimming and her throat suddenly seemed disconnected from her brain. The demon lord’s gaze widened in understanding and his arm shot forward to catch her as she passed out.