Fly Me to the Moon by Cassandra Sisenta

Chapter One

"What power do you have over me, Sesshoumaru?"

I gazed down at the woman beside who said those exact same words a few hours ago.

It's amazing how she made me feel so much in one minute than I ever did in my whole life.

I was never one who liked people very much. I cared for almost nothing but myself.

My life had always been so monotonous: get up, wash up, eat my breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, some more work, leave the office, dinner, watch a little news, go to sleep then it repeats all over again the next day.

She was like a breath of fresh air when she became significant to me. Suddenly there was something else to look forward to aside from the daily stocks report.

I always looked forward to the moments when she would call "to disturb me" when I got ready to leave work. Her voice on the phone was melodious and distinct. I never tire listening to the different patterns of her speech. I yearned for the times when she would come over to just talk or spend the night.

They weren't often and I missed them when she decided to stay away from me.

I could never leave her side for long.

I found myself looking for her when I had nothing to do. I just wanted to see her even for just a moment. I didn't need to talk to her or even have her see that I was there. Seeing her going along with her life was enough.

But nothing could replace her attentive presence and I almost pleaded for it.

She made me do things I never thought possible.

I couldn't believe I actually went to one of her performances one night and took her away from everything she was doing. I actually burst in there after she had just stepped into a new set of clothes to leave for the night, took her by the arm, and all but kidnapped her to take her to my house.

And there she stood in the middle of my bedroom, pissed and angered beyond belief that I didn't dare to come any closer in fear of her wrath.

It was funny how afraid I actually was.

Imagine, this slip of a woman actually intimidating I, Sesshoumaru. It was hilarious.

She then began to yell at me, threatening to have me arrested for "kidnapping" her. She wouldn't stop talking in her hysterical state of mind and I had no choice but to wait for her to shut up. I remained patient as she continued to rant for ten minutes or so until finally she allowed me to speak.

I clearly shocked her when I said that I'd let her do anything she wanted with me as long as I was close to her.

"What have you done to me, Kagome?"

I was no way near her but the look on her face made it look like I just slapped her right across the face.

I then told her that I wanted just a few moments of her precious time to listen to what I wanted to say.

She never allowed me to talk at all when she left me some months ago. Not even when I visited her during another performance the week before.

I told her that she could never break away from me unless she told me straight in the face that she wanted none of me. That I would follow her all across the world if she wanted to until I heard the words spill from her lips directly.

I am an objective man with a head for business, I told her, who had certain standards and wants.

"And the one I want is you and only you." I said, not looking away from her stunned face. I dared to move forward until we were at an arm's length away from each other.

My face betrayed nothing as I continued. "If you don't want me, tell me now so that I may leave you alone and allow myself the torment and the bitter comfort."

She didn't move. Didn't say a thing.

She looked up into my eyes with an unreadable expression as she whispered,

"What power do you have over me, Sesshoumaru?"

She never knew the depth of feeling I had for her.

No Kagome, what power do you have over me?

Fly me to the Moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

She lay against pristine white sheets, the dim moonlight highlighting her features to reveal a slight smile on her lips.

I reached to caress the smooth skin of her cheek.

She shifted in her sleep and I thought I woke her, but her eyes didn't open and pierce me with their misty blue-gray gaze.

It almost surprised me when she burrowed closer to me like a child seeking warmth.

I allowed myself to smile at this. Her child-like innocence drew me in.

I have never been like this with anyone else.

I have never felt the need to be protective of someone else before.

As strong as she may be, something about her just called to for shelter, for care.

She brought out the warmth in me that I thought I lost.

In other words

Hold my hand

In other words

Darling kiss me

Everything about her was so natural and so light.

She had simple wants and happiness, which was quite convenient for me considering that I never was one who lavished on material wealth no matter how rich I am. Not that I'd hesitate if she asked.

I am someone you could easily reason with despite what most people think about me.

But sometimes it makes me really curious how a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of a hand could make her day. How it would at once make her smile and reward me twice over in kind.

It used to overwhelm me how affectionate she was.

I also asked myself, what did I ever do to deserve such attentions?

Was I even deserving of this?

But it also amused me beyond words how she reacts when I try to put a stop to it.

How she'd pout childishly and refuse to speak to me until I showered her with affections of my own which she couldn't resist.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

I like to watch her when she sings.

To me, she looked the most beautiful when she's up there, pouring out her heart and soul to a bedazzled audience.

Her voice is exquisite, soaring to heights unimaginable then going down to bring the stars to those who want to wish upon them.

They were always enamored.

Music critics say she was the next Diana Krall, that she had perfect technique, or something like that.

I don't think they have the right to say such things about her.

For what else could define her greatness but herself?

Don't they see?

She is nothing else but herself.

That's why she is so enchanting, and talented, and pure.

In other words

Please be true

In other words

I love you

The feel of her moving against me woke me up from my thoughts.

I looked at her to find an impish grin directed at me.

I lifted my hand to push away the stray strands of ebony hair from her eyes. She leaned into my caress and I spoke in the softest of whispers.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Ever since you stirred and sat up. I'm a light sleeper you know?" That adorable pout.

"I'm sorry for waking you."

Then she was quick to forgive. "No harm done."

Silence fell between us as I continued to look into her eyes and touch the smooth skin that was mine to ravage.

My eyes trailed down to memorize every detail of her on this wonderful night.

How her beautiful face looked up at me with such pure yet muted emotion.

How her hair caught the moonbeams along the shimmering strands.

How her skin was pale against the embracing night.

How my silken sheets melded and shaped her naked body underneath them.

I thought I growled deep in my throat when I held on to that thought and Kagome, as if she read my mind, came closer and closed the gap between us.

I closed my eyes as I felt her lips close over mine.

My arms pulled her closer to me and I held on with a strength that vowed never to let go.

And as if caused by a swoon, she guided me back down onto the bed we shared.

I found misty blue-gray eyes staring up at me when I released her lips. Those lips now smiled invitingly me. Of course, I accepted her silent invitation.

I moved to take her in my arms once more and she yielded softly and willingly to me.

I took her lips in mine as she tangled her fingers in my long hair, heightening my craving for her.

My Kagome...

Fly me to the moon...