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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: Stray from the Almost-Dead
Genre: Angst/Implied Smut
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Kouga/Sango
Summary: Kouga was worried, and she felt that no impromptu lover should.
Notes: I never wrote this pairing before, and not in so few words either. Yikes, this was hard. Dern plot bunnehs!
“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was harsh with rigidity. She looked forward – her brain sweeping away ramifications and consequences underneath.
Kouga sighed. He stopped himself from shrugging, and instead he just sniffed – his nostrils accosted by the smell of sex and guilt in the air.
“If you think so. But I don’t understand why you didn’t do this with him.” He heard buttons snap, sashes being tied, and once strewn armor aptly placed.
Her eyes flickered downward, and then she curled her lip in resolve. “I can’t. I need this but I can’t. Not with him.” True ‘his’ days were numbered. To engage in such intimacy, to start something that had no finish – it would break her heart.
And her heart had no more pieces to break.
Yet, Kouga was worried, and she felt that no impromptu lover should.
“It’s inconsequential.” The words spilled over her lips and bit into his senses with such finality. He inwardly cringed, and even in the beginning, he knew he was going to be used – and now he only felt miserable – not just by the act itself, but also by the look on her face that told him she was forcing it not to matter.
Seeing his distress, she painted him a false smile and kissed him.
“It really is nothing,” she reassured, though herself more than him. Sango stood up, clutched her swords with her shaking hand and tossed her gaze away from him – tears glittering and then gone in the stale night.
Title: Stray from the Almost-Dead
Genre: Angst/Implied Smut
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Kouga/Sango
Summary: Kouga was worried, and she felt that no impromptu lover should.
Notes: I never wrote this pairing before, and not in so few words either. Yikes, this was hard. Dern plot bunnehs!
“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was harsh with rigidity. She looked forward – her brain sweeping away ramifications and consequences underneath.
Kouga sighed. He stopped himself from shrugging, and instead he just sniffed – his nostrils accosted by the smell of sex and guilt in the air.
“If you think so. But I don’t understand why you didn’t do this with him.” He heard buttons snap, sashes being tied, and once strewn armor aptly placed.
Her eyes flickered downward, and then she curled her lip in resolve. “I can’t. I need this but I can’t. Not with him.” True ‘his’ days were numbered. To engage in such intimacy, to start something that had no finish – it would break her heart.
And her heart had no more pieces to break.
Yet, Kouga was worried, and she felt that no impromptu lover should.
“It’s inconsequential.” The words spilled over her lips and bit into his senses with such finality. He inwardly cringed, and even in the beginning, he knew he was going to be used – and now he only felt miserable – not just by the act itself, but also by the look on her face that told him she was forcing it not to matter.
Seeing his distress, she painted him a false smile and kissed him.
“It really is nothing,” she reassured, though herself more than him. Sango stood up, clutched her swords with her shaking hand and tossed her gaze away from him – tears glittering and then gone in the stale night.