The Affair

A/N: So. This is the second chapter. And… me and my husband have split up officially. I don’t know what will happen in the future for us, but I’m going to continue this story past where we are now and make up the ending… as to what I would like to happen with us. So. Here we go.

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Chapter Two: The Proposal.

He laughed at the skeptical look on her face. “No, no,” he told her, his hands held up in defense. “It’s not that sort of proposal.”

Kagome’s face brightened, and she grinned at him. “I know,” she said, waving her hand at him absentmindedly. She spun in her swivel chair, cackling maniacally. Sango and Inuyasha looked at each other. “Should we be worried?” Inuyasha asked her. She shrugged. “Hell, you tell me. You’re closer to her now than I was.”

It was true; in the past three months, Sango had only been working during the daytime as the assistant manager, and Kagome had her restaurant job during that time. She was only a projectionist during the evening, which was meant to be of help to Inuyasha. The manager had his hands full right now with running the downstairs portion of the theater; if he wanted, he could run both upstairs and downstairs, but he had to admit he rather like having Kagome nearby. On several occasions, she would come downstairs from her dark, second-floor lair to chat it up with the middle-aged half-demon.

She struck him as a bit of a recluse, staying upstairs in “her place,” as Sango referred to it. But, one night, he was running a little late. He called ahead to his employees, who understood. When he finally made it, he walked in, expecting chaos and complete turmoil, kids running around his filthy lobby screaming their sugar-highs… But when he walked through the door, everything was clean and all the employees were doing their jobs like pro’s. He looked around, and one of the employees pointed to the closed office door. He went to it, opening it… and there sat Kagome at the computer, typing up one of the nightly reports.

Inuyasha blinked, and the door creaked a little as he opened it further. She smiled at him, beckoning to him to come in. He shut the door behind him, locking it. She gave him a perplexed look. “What?” he asked her. “I like our privacy.”

He remembered that day right then. Kagome was a natural born leader; she had had that movie theater running like a perfectly oiled machine when he got there. She was ten times better at running the place than he was. He had wondered why she didn’t want to run it.

Sitting here with Sango now, asking Kagome how she would feel to be the theater’s new assistant manager, Inuyasha figured that he would be finding out.

Sango was the one to propose the actual idea to her. Inuyasha just sat back and observed. Kagome was young, a good 20 years old. He knew that she loved her major, and she had a talent for it; he’d seen some of her work. She’d even asked him to participate in it a little, but he’d brushed it off politely. Kagome wanted him to help her with her self-portrait for her film photography class, but what she had in mind made him a little uneasy. But… not really uneasy in the bad sense of the term. More uneasy in the “you’re an attractive young woman and I’d like to try to be a gentleman by completely avoiding any situation where I might take advantage of you” sense of the term.

The only problem he’d had with the self-portrait was that she’d wanted to do it… without a shirt. Jeans only, her back facing to him, sitting backwards in a chair in the lobby of their theater.

When he’d declined, she automatically assumed that it was his wife that posed the problem. He’d snorted at that, but she’d ignored him. ‘Right,’ he thought as he watched her and Sango talk now. ‘Like that retard could change my mind about anything.’

He perked up when he heard Kagome’s answer: “Okay,” she said, nodding. She smiled brightly at them, and Inuyasha could swear the room brightened with her expression. “I’ll do it. Especially if it’ll piss off Naraku.”

Inuyasha and Sango rolled their eyes and nodded, understanding completely. Naraku was the owner of the theater, and he was pretty much the big boss. He was also, like, 90 years old and a total pervert. Kagome had only met him three times before now, and she already didn’t like him. Sango had had WAY more interaction with him than the other two, and she had an even worse opinion of him. But Inuyasha had already built up a tolerance to the quirky old man.

Kagome hadn’t been able to put her finger directly on what made Inuyasha so different to her. He seemed like a likeable enough guy, and like him she did; he was one of the first people she’d called when she and Kouga had gotten into a major traffic accident on their way back to his place one night. He had been the one she talked/cried to when she and Kouga had had their last argument, the one where he had told her that he already felt emasculated by her, and that it wouldn’t get any better as time went on and she started her own studio. He had been the one to whom she confessed what her guy friend - a friend that she had trusted - had done when she was a month from turning 15, thus ruining her opinion of men forever. He had completely understood; it actually explained a few things, as far as he was concerned. It explained her strange mood swings sometimes. They would be sitting in the office, chatting it up one minute; the next, Kagome would get up silently and just… leave. She would just walk out of the building, around to the back, where she would sit outside by herself, breathing in the cold evening air.

About a week after Sango announced that she would be leaving the theater and asked Kagome to take her place, Inuyasha decided to go outside to sit with Kagome. When he got around to the back of the building, she was sitting in her normal space, her back leaning against the brick walls. He sat beside her. She didn’t move away, nor did she move closer. He lit up a smoke, which managed to pull a reaction from her.

Kagome’s nose scrunched a little at the smell of the smoke. She turned her head and glared at him. “You’re gonna die, you know that?”

Inuyasha sputtered a little, the smoke expelling from his lungs. He chuckled and grinned at her. “Really?” he asked. “I know I am. Everyone does eventually.”

She groaned, sitting up straighter and shook her head. “I know that. But… you’re going to die much faster if you continue to do that.” She gestured to the burning cigarette between his fingers. Inuyasha smiled and blew smoke in her face playfully. She waved her hands in front of her, wafting the smoke away from her. “Geez!” she cried out. She glared at him.

“What?” he asked her.

“I’m allergic to smoke of any kind,” she informed him. “Cigarette smoke, burned food smoke, exhaust smoke…”

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at her. “I kind of figured all of mankind was allergic to exhaust. Just not really allergic, more like it’s toxic.” He nodded. Kagome smiled brightly and nodded with him. “Yea, you’re right,” she agreed.

He looked at the sunset. It was a gorgeous mix of dark blues, yellows, pinks and reds; he just sat there next to Kagome, breathing, taking it all in. She smiled when she saw his passive expression. “So,” she said, tapping her fingers against her knee. She looked at him very seriously right then.

Inuyasha knew that he could drown in those dark, chocolate eyes of hers. He could fall into them and never pull himself out, and that would be just fine with him. His hand twitched as he was nearly overcome by an overwhelming urge to reach up and push her long, ebony hair behind her ear. He stilled his hand and sighed.

She smiled nervously. “If I told you something…something very personal. You wouldn’t, like, laugh at me or anything… would you?”

Inuyasha loved the big-eyed, puppy look she gave him. It was so sweet; he was powerless in that gaze. He shook his head [figuratively, I mean, not literally] right then. ‘She’s only a child compared to me,’ he berated himself. ‘And, dammit, I have a wife at the apartment. I shouldn’t be thinking these kinds of things.’

‘And yet you are,’ he countered. He looked her right in the eye. “What is it?”

Kagome breathed deeply. “Okay,” she said. “I’m going to just come out and say it so I won’t chicken out like the big wuss that I am.” She looked at him again with those big, brown eyes. “I have feelings for you.”

Inuyasha pulled back a little and stared at her. He had had no idea that those words were what would next escape those lips; how could he? She was a girl, and he was a hanyou, 60 years old, yet still as physically young and spry as a man her own age.

They were silent for a moment.

He honestly didn’t know what to say.
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Inuyasha growled into her mouth as her tongue ran over his fangs and his tongue. Over the past month, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Ever since that night… after she told him how she felt about him, he confessed to feeling the same way. It was as if the girl had opened a floodgate within him; he had never felt these things before. It was completely alien to him to feel so much passion, so much wanting, all for just one small, brown-eyed cutie with a big smile.

He rolled Kagome over, pinning her to the floor. They were upstairs in the projection booth; it had only been two days since the projectionist had been upgraded to assistant manager. Technically, Kagome was still his employee; what they were doing was wrong, Inuyasha knew. She knew it, too; he could feel it.

It was even more wrong that they were about to have sex on the cold, tile floor while Naraku lurked about downstairs, surveying his business.

“You have no idea what you’re getting into,” he murmured into her throat as his lips teased and sucked along the base of it. He let his tongue run along her collarbone, and he felt himself go hard at the soft sound of her whimper. Inuyasha pulled back to look her in the eye. Their gaze locked, and he went on. “I’m so much older than you,” he told her. “And I’m married.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yea, to a wife you can’t stand,” she shot back. It was true, he knew; he’d explained the entire thing to her barely two months after they met. He had dated Kikyo for only a year when he decided that he was ready to exit the relationship. When he attempted to break things off with her, she threatened him with suicide. Unable to bear having someone else’s death on his conscience, Inuyasha stupidly agreed to marry her, thinking that they could be divorced within a year. That year turned to two, then three, then five… before he knew it, they’d been married together for nearly ten years. He’d slept with her probably ten times throughout those years.

But Kagome…

She made a noise at his comments about why she shouldn’t be getting involved with him. “I don’t care,” she breathed, and she grabbed his head and shoved her mouth to his hungrily. He responded immediately, closing his hands around her breasts. He could feel her hardened nipples through her very thin, white work shirt, and he rubbed his thumbs across them gently. Kagome arched her back, her body colliding with him. The sexual tension was more than Inuyasha could bear, and he quickly unbuttoned her shirt, working it off her shoulders gently, and he tossed it aside. After only a moment, her bra was across the room as well, and the fondling continued. When he had had enough of only feeling her breasts with his hands, he scooted himself along the floor, bringing his head down to meet them. Kagome moaned rather loudly when she felt his lips latch on to her left nipple. Inuyasha began to suck and nip at it, and as his mouth was currently distracted by her soft bosom, his hands found themselves a new playground.

Kagome didn’t even notice when he worked her wet panties down her legs, but she sure noticed when his claw flicked her clit gently. She sat up suddenly, her mind a blank after the explosion in her nether region. As Inuyasha switched over to the other nipple, he played with her nub, tugging on it and rubbing it. Kagome’s breathing became heavy and ragged as her orgasm approached. He sensed this, and he slid two fingers inside her as he continued to thumb her clit. The feeling of his mouth and tongue on her breast combined with the torture being exerted on her poor nub and his fingers sliding in and out of her rapidly was too much for her, and Kagome’s toes curled as she cried out her climax. Inuyasha hurriedly covered her mouth with his lips so she would not alert the entire building to their shenanigans.

When she recovered and could think once again, Kagome looked Inuyasha right in the eye. His amber orbs smiled at her teasingly as he licked his index claw. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured sensually, brushing his lips against her ear. She shuddered, wanting more…

But there were sudden footsteps on the stairs. Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped in shock when they heard Naraku’s drawling becoming louder. “Holy shit!” Kagome squeaked, grabbing her shirt and throwing it on. She hurriedly buttoned it and fixed her hair into a messy pony, and Inuyasha did the same with his hair, wiping his still wet digits on his jeans. When Naraku reached the projection booth, the two were working together to lace one of the movies. The owner nodded and began talking to Inuyasha, and Kagome continued lacing.
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A/N: Ha. Yea, that was a fun day. I hated our boss. He was such a perv and a douche. Figured Naraku fit him better than anybody else would. And… wow. Did that scene bring up some memories?

By next week:

Chapter Three: The Joke Period.