For Elvis. Elvis, I don't know if you'll see this or not. But I miss your face around fandom and hope this finds you with all good things coming your way. Much love! <3
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Beneath a sickle moon, she waits on her knees. “Please.”
With a shaking hand, she grasps his sleeve.
Sesshoumaru says nothing, ignores her touch. Like jasmine on the night air, the wanton scent of her entices him, and he should turn her away, should leave. But then slender fingers grip his front, desperation giving them strength.
“Please,” she begs again.
Lifting her chin, he considers her plea.
A nervous tongue darts out between parted lips to wet her mouth.
His nostrils flare; clawed hands reach for his hakama’s ties.
What a shame, Sesshoumaru thinks, to feed such perfection only lips.