The Affair

A/N: So. Me and Noah's dad are fighting... again. Sheesh, he and Inuyasha ARE a lot alike. They're both gorgeous, they both have bad tempers, and they can both be total and complete ASSHOLES. God, he drives me so.. Grr. Anyway! Here we GO!

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Je t'aime avec tu mon coeur, et chaque fois que je ton va, je pretend que je tais bien.



Translation: I love you with all my heart, and every time I walk away, I pretend that I'm okay.

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Chapter 14: The Look in Her Eyes.



A year passed. Shippo turned five three weeks before Kagome was supposed to marry Hojo.



She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't know what it was that was making her feel this way. She and Inuyasha had been broken up for five and a half years now; they hadn't spoken in that same amount of time.



Yet here she was, wearing one of the most magnificent dresses she'd ever laid eyes on, about to walk down the aisle... and she was still having second thoughts, mainly because her first thoughts were fully dedicated to that strange asshole of a man with the long mane of silver hair and the deep golden eyes filled with longing...



Sango popped in a few minutes before the wedding, Akiko held on her hip. The girl was a precious thing, exactly like her mother. The two were a sight, both wearing pretty, shimmery, light pink dresses. Sango had her hair set up on her head in a smooth, pretty bun with bobby pins, and she'd put Akiko's hair in short, black pigtails; they were so short, in fact, that they spiked at the ends.



"How are you doing?" she asked her best friend.



Kagome nodded, standing straight up and checking herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a silky, cream-colored dress; the straps were thin and criss-crossed over her back. The skirt was fairly long, reaching her ankles, and she'd refused to have a train put on it. Her heels were also cream-colored, and she'd left her hair down to hang in soft, wispy, dark curls on her shoulders and down her back. She wore very little makeup, going for a much more natural look.



She sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm doing," she murmured.



Sango nodded. "Ok," she said. "Well, I need to go change Akiko before the ceremony starts. It'll only be a few more minutes until we can get you down that aisle and standing at that altar." Sango grinned widely and gave a small, girlish squeal; Akiko giggled at the funny noises her mother was making.



After Sango disappeared out the door, Kagome turned and stared at herself, long and hard, in the mirror.



A knock came at the door. Kagome expelled the breath she was holding as the pressure in her chest built up even more. "Ok," she said, "I'm coming." She picked up the skirt of her dress and shuffled to the door, opening it.



Inuyasha's eyes twinkled as he looked her over, his usual smirk taking up residence on his handsome face. Kagome stopped dead in her tracks, whatever she was about to say dying in her throat. He was wearing the dismembered remains of tux; black trousers, shiny black shoes, white button-down shirt, black jacket, loosened black tie. They stood there, staring at each other, unspeaking until Kagome drew a breath and murmured his name: "Inuyasha."



She didn't ask why he was there. She didn't ask how he was or how he'd been. When he grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers in a rough kiss, she could only moan into his mouth and stumble backward. Their eyes closed and their hands fumbled; Inuyasha slammed the dressing room door shut, and he backed Kagome up to the far wall, his palms and her back pressed flat against it.



His lips found the base of her neck, and she moaned loudly, her moan translating into his name. Hearing his name in her breathy voice once again lit a fire in his loins, and he shoved her up, snarling and growling and nipping at her throat as he pushed the skirt of her dress up, bunching it at her hips. He slid her panties down her long, smooth legs, and he undid his trousers with his other hand. His rock-hard erection popped out of his pants, and he touched the head to her wet entrance.



Kagome cried out loudly as he slid inside her. Inuyasha murmured incoherently into her throat, pressing his face into her warm, soft skin. She gripped his shoulders as he thrust deeper inside her. He called out her name, his voice rough and ragged as the cry and his orgasm was forced from his body: "Kagome!"



Kagome woke with a start, her eyes only needing a moment to adjust to the darkness. She was home, in her bedroom, Shippo fast asleep beside her and Hojo asleep on the other side of him. 'One of the benefits of a king-size bed,' she thought as she got up and, quietly, walked over into the bathroom. Shutting the door first, she turned the light on and leaned against the counter, over the sink. She was covered with sweat, and her hair clung to her back and her shoulders and her chest.



She looked down at her hand; it was shaking.



She sighed and held her face in her hands. "Inuyasha," she murmured sadly.



The next day, when Kagome stood at the altar with Hojo, Sango knew the look in her friend's eyes. There was a smile on her lips... but disappointment in her big, dark eyes.

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Inuyasha Taisho sighed happily as he sank into the leather roller chair in his new, very spacious office. He was very pleased with himself; it was his first day in his new position. Sure, he was working for his older brother in the family business, but it beat Wacdonalds. He had a new apartment as well, and a new car. He and Kikyo had finally gotten their divorce moving.



And Inuyasha had a mate and a son to look forward to once it was finished.

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A/N: *shakes head* Or so he thought.



Next time:



Chapter 15: The Lullaby