He loved the moonlight. He would never admit it out loud, but he loved the soft silvery glow of moonlight. He loved the way it made it easier to see at night. He glanced down at the one below him. She was oblivious to the moonlight, caught in her own dream world. He envied her. He kept a silent vigil instead of letting sleep take him.
He watched her in the moonlight, her skin silvery blue from the faint light. She sighed and rolled over, obscuring her face with a tendril of hair. He sighed and settled back on his tree branch perch, letting his eyes rest on her form. No one lay beside her. Usually she snuggled against the little boy demon, but not tonight. The entourage of jewel seekers had broken up for the night. He and Kagome were left alone for the first time since… since that night… the night of the bloodsucker.
He closed his eyes and held his breath. The night had been both fantastic and grotesque. He almost lost her, but he didn’t. He had held her close and… been one with her. She accepted him as mate now, but they never had an opportunity to do anything about it without interruption. “What about now?” a little voice in his head asked him.
He opened his eyes and stared at her sleeping form. “I’m not in my cycle now,” he told himself.
“Does it matter? Part of you is human. Human males don’t cycle, females do.”
“But, she’s not cycling…” he scowled at his thoughts.
“Does it matter?”
“No,” he said aloud without intending to. He covered his mouth with his hands and watched as she rolled over and sighed in sleep. Continue reading