Constellation of Blood – This Is Not About Love

The feeling of having another person's heart is an incredible feeling. Once you hear the first beat, a wave of nausea floods your senses once you realize that it was someone else's heart before it was your own. After that, there's a wave of relief knowing that there is living organ beating in your chest and life seems so much brighter. The sun is a little warmer and the snow crunching underneath your feet is the happiest sound besides the organic drum within your chest. Kagura smiled as she felt the small pulses race through her body.

Her blissful mood wasn't lost on the dog demon. He was very aware of the sparkle in her eyes that matched the fresh snow around them and the lightness in her step as the day's sunlight melted the packed ice off the trees. She was walking in front of him, her hands clasped behind her bag and a lovely tune being hummed from her lips. When she finally turned, he was met with the most exhilarating grin he had ever witnessed on a woman. Perhaps Mab's gift truly was special.

They returned to Nigi's castle just as the sun was beginning to set against a starkly orange sky. He greeted them warmly and ushered a few handmaidens to see to new clothing to replace the couple's soggy mess of cloth. Afterwards, they were treated to a hot meal and settled in for the night. It wasn't until Kagura heard the soft scraping of a door sliding that she realized someone had been tapping on the wood for awhile. She groggily got up from her bed and whispered 'Come in.' It was Sesshomaru. He stood in front of her for a long while, his golden orbs grazing over her, until he finally spoke.

"You have a new heart." The wind sorceress placed a pale hand over her chest where the consistent beating thudded against her breast bone. She nodded, knowing where the great demon was hinting towards. Of course, he knew that it had been Mab's heart but he couldn't understand why she would just give it to a woman she hardly knew. Kagura flicked her red fan open, letting the paper layers unfold slowly.

"Instead of trying to figure out the why…just accept it – like I have." He closed his eyes. He couldn't just accept that a woman he had once loved, who had entrusted the same heart to him, had just given it away like a bowl of rice to a pauper. He refused to accept it.

Kagura adjusted the white kimono that served has her nightgown so that more flesh would be covered. The fire in her room was almost extinguished and the cold was slowly creeping in. The small movement didn't get past Sesshomaru's eyes. He had noticed as soon as he entered her quarters that the kimono had slid up her thigh as she tried to find a comfortable position as well as the low neck line that gave him perfect access to her pulse.

"You haven't retrieved the sword yet." The demoness sighed as she struggled with the words that wouldn't result in an argument. She had been in such a wonderful today and there was no need to ruin it with the handsome man's insolent temper.

"No…I have not. These things take time, Sesshomaru." She stood up when she said his name and retrieved two ornate chopsticks from the dresser to pin her ebony locks up. If she was going to engage in battle, she was going to look decent doing so.

"Time is not your luxury." She pulled on a red robe and tucked her fan into her sleeve as she scanned the dog demon's body. He was armed with both swords but he wasn't dressed in his usually regal attire. Instead, a simple cotton yukata adorned his well made body and Kagura blushed at the thought of such a thin fabric standing between their bodies.

"Flirting takes time." Her crimson colored eyes thinned in a warning to the dog demon, although it would completely lost on him.

"It didn't take you long to flirt with me." Was he making her out to be some kind of common whore? She snickered at his lame attempt to insult her and drew her venomous words from her brain.

"Simple men have simple minds and simple urges."

The force he struck her with surprised her. It was one thing to call him simple but she was trying to claim that the love they had made was simply a fulfilled urge. He could have any woman he wanted over and over again if he desired it but he chose the wind demon. Silver bangs shadowed the violent eyes that changed hues when he became angry as his arm trembled from the restraint he was showing the woman. His claws were wrapped around her throat and he could feel her gulp underneath his fingers. But she wasn't scared.

A smirk crept up on her porcelain features as she grabbed his wrist and hissed when he swung her to another wall, her back making a sick cracking noise as she made impact. She watched his fangs bite into his bottom lip as he shook with anger and she pushed even more. Finding the right words, she struck out with all her might.

"You can't possibly think that that intimacy is anything less than a good round of sex." Of course, she knew better. The lovemaking was absolutely wonderful and had been filled with so many silent promises of romance to come that Kagura thought she would burst if he didn't have her again. But this was not about love. This situation was about driving a man to the edge and taking his rage into her own being. She wanted to feel his anger pulse through her and drive right into her core. She licked her lips in anticipation and prayed that he didn't see through her façade. He didn't.

Pushing her up against the dresser with his hand still wrapped around her neck, he vulgarly kissed her. The wood underneath her body shook with the forced he displayed and she gasped in excitement when he finally pulled his hand away from her throat and dropped it to her thigh. The kisses were so feverish and so urgent that the wind demon could barely contain herself. She exhaled into his ear and bit down on his shoulder as he removed the outer robe from her form. The tie that held her kimono in places was ripped from her body and tossed to the side, revealing Kagura's nakedness to his amber orbs. He wasted no time in taking her, tasting her surprise when he shoved her thighs apart.

This was not about love. This was about Kagura proving to herself that she had Sesshomaru right where she wanted him and where she wanted to keep him as long as possible. The act was harsh and bitter and the force of his thrusting was brimming on the verge of painful. But it was what she wanted as she tasted his rage within his kisses and his grasps. His hand was immediately on her back, pushing his body against her own in an age old rhythm and at the very last second, he slammed his hand against the wall as they both screamed out their ecstasy. They both took a moment to catch their breath and wind demon took that opportunity to seize his face gently in the palm of her hands and delivered a feathery light kiss upon his lips. He refused to meet her stares. The great Sesshomaru had succumbed to the benign sexual insults of a woman and in the end, she had won. A single tear threatened to fall but Kagura refused to cry over this. She had to prove to him that she wasn't just a common harlot that he could take whenever he needed to be satisfied. She would take the loving moments and the angry moments…as long it was him. She wanted to prove that could make him so mad that he wanted nothing more than to claw her to pieces but make ravishing love instead. And she won. He placed his sweat soaked head against her shoulder and pulled her closer until she was wrapped within the curve of his arm.

Using little strength, he carried her to her bed and proceeded to take her once more. This time, he showered her body with soft caresses and loving kisses. This time, he took the extra moments to run his hand over all the spots that made her writhe underneath him until she was begging for something else. This time, when he took her, it was patient and tender and he was surprising himself at the care he was showing her.

This wasn't about love, but it was getting damn near close.

A/N: Short and sweet my friends! Enjoy!