Forgetfulness Sleeps by Meztli

Forgetfulness Sleeps

Forgetfulness Sleeps

To Julie

Not without you

not anyone else

and when the vintage has come

the sun will have burnt my lips

I will say it once more

listening, forgetfulness sleeps

listening

Not without you

now I try to sleep as though nothing happened

the night, sown with grasshoppers, tries to whisper something

but I no longer listen......

-Santiago Ortega Gavito-

He would have reached his palace by then, had he not caught a familiar scent that brought nothing short of disaster. He could have been back in his lands taking care of whatever problems might have arisen during his absence, or perhaps searching through the ancient scrolls in his study for any spells that might have aided him on his quest to obtain the Tetsusaiga. But Naraku's scent had reached his sensitive nose, and Sesshomaru had a few matters to settle with the troublesome hanyou. He had not properly punished Naraku for taking Rin hostage to get to him.

When he had first noticed Naraku's distinct scent the demon Lord had ordered Rin and Jaken to continue on their way without him and offered no more explanations as he went after Naraku's stench.

Which is why he was in Inuyasha's forest at the moment, searching for the despicable dark haired hanyou. But although his scent lingered through the air, he could not find any signs of him. He suspected Naraku was trying to lure him to a trap, and although Sesshomaru had no doubt he could easily overcome any plot Naraku had in mind, the Lord had no patience for mindless traps. He turned to go when he heard someone coming from the forest. It wasn't Naraku, since this being was making enough noise to give away it's position, something Naraku did not do. Sesshomaru tried to distinguish the being's identity, but since it was downwind from him he could not make out who it was. He quietly made his way to the place the noise was coming from.

He distinguished a figure moving through the forest but the trees cut off any moonlight from reaching the creature and he could not see it clearly from that distance, so he moved in closer making sure he stayed downwind, just in case.

When he was a couple of yards away he noticed it was a female, and he picked up a familiar scent, but the scent was laced with something different that he was sure did not belong to the female. He frowned slightly as a gap between the trees allowed a clear pool of moonlight to fall around the woman, confirming his suspicions. Inuyasha's wench. But what was that other scent that flowed around her? Although not as sweet as her own, it was not unpleasant, just... slightly disturbing. He was intrigued by this and decided to inspect the scent more closely. Besides, it would be fun to see the wench cower in fear for a while before he killed her as a parting gift to Inuyasha.

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Kagome walked through the forest silently. Well, as silently as she could, which truth be told wasn't silent at all. It was dark and she kept tripping and stumbling on fallen branches and roots. She really should not have been in Inuyasha's forest at all, she should have been back at camp sleeping with her companions, snuggled in Shippo's embrace. But nooooo, she just had to go after... after... after whatever it was that she was after.

Yes, Kagome didn't know what she was looking for. Really, for all she knew it could be a case of severe paranoia. Perhaps all that time-travelling had finally done her in and she had lost her mind. It was stupid, and if Inuyasha discovered she had left he would have her head on a platter.

But she couldn't help it, something was calling her and she could not go against it. She had been sleeping when a strange feeling of urgency took control of her. It was as though something inside of her was guiding her to a place she had to go. After a few minutes of trying to ignore it and attempting to go back to sleep she had just given up and followed it. She just couldn't resist it's pull.

Which is why she was in the forest at that moment searching for whatever it was that was calling her.

She stopped walking when the feeling suddenly vanished. She frowned in confusion and after a while sighed as she leaned her head back to look at the moon through the gap between the treetops. She was losing her mind, she was sure of it. She closed her eyes for a second and berated herself for being such a fool. She opened her eyes and looked at the floor while she turned around to walk back to camp, but before she had taken two steps she crashed into something. A tall, hard something.

Kagome did not want to look up, she really didn't. But she did. Past the familiar white fabric, the spiked chest plate, the sakura pattern and right into Sesshomaru's beautifully stoic face. The face of the enemy who would gladly kill you without sparing the idea a second though. So Kagome did what any 20th century girl would do. She screamed.

Sesshomaru resisted the urge to rip her throat out, as the shrill scream resonated through his head, hurting his delicate eardrums and grating his nerves. He did not want her dead yet. He didn't want her screaming, either. He lightly grasped her throat with his claws, running his thumb claw delicately along the soft flesh, barely touching her.

The motion had the desired effect. The girl immediately quieted as her eyes widened in fear. Apparently the girl had understood the inherent threat. He smiled arrogantly, but nonetheless smiled, which most likely served to further terrify the young female.

Kagome gulped slowly, careful not to move for fear that Sesshomaru would simply rip her to shreds. Somewhere in her mind she wondered why she hadn't sensed him at all, but that though was quickly discarded at the moment. Too late to think about that, she would have time to ponder it when she wasn't in imminent danger. If she lived.

Suddenly the air felt much thicker for them to breathe in, as though a fog was clouding their minds. Sesshomaru frowned as he noticed it, along with the fact that the secondary scent around her intensified. What the Hell was going on?

He tried to find his center again, but found himself staring at her trembling lips. For some reason the slightly parted cherry lips seemed to be all on his mind. He wanted to feel them, to taste them and find out if they were as sweet as they looked.

He shook his head as if to clear it. Cherry lips? Something was definitely amiss. He looked at the girl again and noticed a slightly dazed expression on her face. And that scent...

He moved his head closer to her, sniffing her hair and trying to figure out what was happening, absolutely sure by now that the strange scent had something to do with it.

Kagome was just as confused as the Demon Lord. Her mind felt as though it was turning to mush, and she was becoming increasingly aware of how enticing Sesshomaru was. When he leaned to sniff her hair his face had lightly come into contact with the flesh of her neck. She felt her body answer unconsciously as she gasped and trembled lightly.

Sesshomaru heard the girl gasp and felt her shudder when their bodies touched. He pulled back and inspected her face, curious to see what he would find. She was staring at him, apparently tracing every curve of his face with her eyes.

Kagome couldn't help but stare. Sesshomaru had never looked so handsome to her. Sure, she had noticed his beauty before, but usually she had been scared for her life, much too busy to notice just what an incredible specimen of the male gender he was. Her eyes took in every aspect of his face, his finely chiseled face, his pale flesh, snowy, delicately arched eyebrows, mesmerizing golden eyes and those sensual lips. How she wanted to feel those lips.

The part of her mind that was telling her that something was very wrong with this, that she should not have been thinking such things was left unheeded. She knew that this wasn't supposed to be happening, but at the moment she just wanted to stay in this peaceful bliss, surrounded by nothing

but the Demon before her. She lost all control of her body and she found herself leaning towards him claiming his lips with her own in a long, although chaste kiss.

Sesshomaru's eyes widened as he tried to pull back, but his body was no longer under his control. He found himself deepening the kiss so that in the end it was anything but chaste.

Her mouth was as sweet as it had looked, he discovered as their tongues clashed in a chaotic dance. She was no expert in the matters of passion, her movements tentative. He found this proof of her inexperience somewhat endearing. He, however, was no innocent. He kissed her with a skill obtained from experience setting a pace for her to mimic, and he found her to be a willing, obedient student.

The kiss was addictive like nothing he had felt before, her mouth a powerful drug, her infinitely alluring scent drawing him closer, her curvaceous body pressed against his own... It was all doing him in. To hell with rational thoughts! At that moment he wouldn't have minded being a mindless pawn under that siren's control, would have even greedily accepted to being one for just one taste of that glorious being.

His hands were entwined in soft ebony hair, he took notice of that even tough he had no recollection of doing so, so drunk as he was in her. One of her small hands moved from it's resting position on his shoulder and lightly traced a line from his jaw to his cheek. He groaned readily at the stirrings the simple touch had caused. How she could arouse his so easily baffled him, but he tossed all related to the thinking process aside. At the moment he found her much more important.

The kiss was not enough anymore, he wanted something more intimate. His lips left her mouth as they explored downward alternating between kissing, sucking and licking the delicate skin he had access to.

Kagome was moaning continuously now, his ministrations taking effect on her body. Another moan escaped her throat as his fangs came into contact with the soft flesh of her neck, nipping slightly. She had given up on logic long before the Demon Lord had, not being as familiar with pleasure as he was. All that she could think of was of the strong body pressing against her, the haunting golden eyes filled with passion, the strong musky aroma surrounding him, the mouth doing sinful things to her skin... all of him in his masculine glory. She was submissive to him, would always be under his command is he so much as asked for it.

She knew he was no longer content with her neck when his finger tugged at the collar of her shirt softly. As adamant as he was in his task he was impatient, and rather than find its ties a claw tore though the fabric in a deliberately slow motion, stopping often to uncover more skin to claim with his lips.

The shirt came off. So did the skirt. Followed by a regal, snow-white kimono.

And that night, with the moon as their silent witness, they joined in the most intimate of ways.