I Do NOT OWN INUYASHA

Special thanks to Syao Blossoms for always helping editing my stories. :D

can't write my others stories no matter how hard i try so i wrote this one instead. Read and reviews. This one is not even descriptive yet i was blushing the whole time i wrote it. I guess this is my limit. Give me you thoughts please. (still blushing)^/^

Concentration had never been a problem with Sesshomaru, especially he who had mastered the art of concentration for centuries.

That was true until these past few days.

Sesshomaru was sitting in his office trying to finish his work; scrolls to look at, problems to be solved and approvals to be signed.

But lately his mind seemed to be slipped to something else.

Only one thing in particular, really.

As if on cue, a whimsical hum from the garden carried to him by a cool summer breeze along with her scent.

He liked her voice. When she used it to sing, moan, but best when she screamed his name. He smirked; yes he did make her screamed.

From pure pleasure.

He drew his eyes back to the parchment in his hands; he had to concentrate on the task now. He hated those who could not get their jobs done and he would not be one of them.

Just then a delight laughter reached his demon ears. She was chasing after a rabbit. After a short while she was out of breath and started to pant.

He recalled her hot breath on his skins, her swollen lips brushed against his, and her sweaty scent entangled and mixed with his.

No, he needed to focus.

There was a conflict on two trials of demons near the northern borders. They should not fight. Not that he minded fighting.

He loved fighting.

He had mastered all battle arts.

He preferred to use his claws and only rarely did he used his sword. However, lately, he had grown to be fond of wrestling best. Especially when he was wresting with his mate.

Damn, he lost it again! He growled softly.

Those demons should stop fighting. He would have to deal with them. If they would still not listened and stop fighting after he advised them to, he would have to personally settle them down. Of course, by that time they would wish to never start the fight in the first place.

They should know that even for demons, sometimes it was good to join forces and accomplish the same goal. Like when they both, he and Rin, danced in the same rhythms, move together, body and souls, breathed, panted, and moaned together at their climax. Nothing could be compared to such high joys.

The blood rushed to a certain place of his body at the demon's details descriptive memory images that he could still tasted them in his mouth.

He looked out the window where Rin was finally holding the white rabbit in her soft hands. The hands that was used to trail on his skins and gave him the magic touch. He shuddered that the thought. A good kind.

As if sensing his burning gaze, she looked his way and their eyes locked. Her cheeks immediately turned deep red, as if she could read his mind and she was shyly avoided his eyes.

He smirked. He was more than amused.

She bit her lower lip, as her blushed color cheeks deepen. He knew she was having the same thought.

And that did it.

Screwed the works and concentration. For once he didn't care.

They were newly mate after all.

In a flash, he was by her side and she squealed as she found herself in his strong arms.

He now would soon have something else to concentrate on.

And this… activity… he knew for sure that nothing else would be able to distract him from.

His smirked widen. In seconds, their bedchamber was tightly shut.

Everyone knew better than to disturb them.

Well, the rest… (clear throat)… the rest is restricted to be show to audiences.

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12-21-12