Undone
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InuYasha AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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4,287
Reviews:
15
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Prepositions
Undone
Chapter 2 – Prepositions
Fading moonlight stung unused eyes, and a gasp in the darkness broke the crystal silence. Kagome sat up and immediately regretted the sudden action. A lancing pain ran through her skull, quickly deteriorating into a pounding ache. She reached shaking fingers to her head, massaging it gingerly. Her stomach growled, explaining her trembling limbs. She had barely picked at dinner, and, too worried about the meeting, hadn’t eaten anything else the day before.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, another gasp escaped her partially open lips as the still silhouette she had taken for furniture before became clearer. Inuyasha sat across from the bed on which she lay, watching her intently as though unsure of what to do with her, his face awkward and slightly defensive. Her actions prior rushed back into the front of her mind.
Did I really…?
She had.
She looked down, realizing she was still in her suit, a now rumpled, sad version of its once magnificent self.
“Awake then, are you?” She looked back up to find his eyes, still as unnerving as ever. She didn’t answer.
“I didn’t know where you lived. Are you alright?” His words were measured. He was holding himself back.
“I..I’m so sorry.” She said tremulously. “I hadn’t eaten, and I don’t drink much.” She bowed her head. The image of him, however, filled it.
Him, crawling in the recesses of her that had long been untouched. Him, sitting so close, in casual nightwear, his silver hair moving in the breeze from the open window. Him, a subtle reminder of everything she couldn’t have, looking at her, a pitiful thing he’d never want. She buried her face in her arms, drawing her knees up to her body. How she must look right now. Rumpled, tired, trembling, a far cry from the polished image she tried so hard to put forward.
Imperfect.
But suddenly, he was in front of her, pulling her arms away roughly, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were pained, but with his proximity, her breath came in short gasps.
“You kept looking at me.” He said, his voice hoarse. “What do you want from me?” He looked at her plaintively, an animal hunger coloring his features. She licked her lips nervously, trying to form the words that this was all just a big misunderstanding, but her vocal chords seemed broken.
“Maybe,” He said, his voice now softer but somehow more menacing, “Maybe you think it’s funny to taunt the black sheep younger brother with what you think he can’t have. But maybe,” and with this, he brought his face closer, his breath ghosting across her skin. “It’s backfiring on you.” He smiled, and his canines seemed threateningly sharp.
“I…” She started, but his mouth closed the distance and he swallowed her words, and the quickly following moan. She couldn’t think. This was wrong, a tiny voice in her head shrieked shrilly, but it’s dissonant flare hardly compared to the sensory onslaught of his hands, his lips, his tongue.
It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. Not just because of her reaction to him, the way his touch seemed to ignite her wherever it made contact, but because of the ferocity of his attack. He was not gentle.
He bit her bottom lip, and then drew back, trailing his teeth along her jaw line, down the delicate curve of her slender neck, stopping at her clavicle. He nipped her collarbone, drawing blood, letting it drip a maddeningly slow trail towards the curve of her breasts, licking it away before it reached the V curve of her shirt.
His hands ripped the bottom of her top up, his long fingernails grazing her hipbone. His strong hands grabbed her waist roughly enough to bruise, drawing her closer to him, then leaning her back on the bed. His bed. His lips came up again to plunder her mouth, his tongue delving into her, fighting her weak resistance, resistance that did more to thwart freedom than anything. Her body wanted this. She could feel his heat resting against her thigh, and a matching throb seemed to pulsate in her core, a thirsty ache that beckoned him. His mouth came up to her ear, and she felt it curl into a self-satisfied smile.
“I’m going to tear you apart.” He whispered.
Anger coursed through her, and a mortified flush darkened her already rose-hued skin. With a titanic effort, she pushed him away, breathing hard. She quickly got up and crossed the room, putting distance between them. Looking back, she stared him squarely in the eye. His hair was mussed, his shirt open, his pupils dilated.
“I’m not some whore.” She spat. Then she spun on one stiletto heel and walked, through an expansive living room, through a quiet vestibule, and out the front door, hailing a cab. Adrenaline pumped through her, a justified sense, but it mingled bitterly with the cold grip of disappointment.
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Sesshoumaru Taishou sat at his white dining table in his penthouse, an untouched glass of wine before him, contemplating. That woman…he had never been one to make rash decisions, and had certainly never been swayed by a pretty face.
However…
There was something about her. A quality that went beyond her beauty, and her grace. She was his counterpart, he was sure.
Kagome.
Kagome Taishou.
He mouthed it silently. Never had he seen a woman who he had been sure had the same dedication as him. Yet after one dinner with her, he was convinced. There was no one who would look better on his arm. No one who could better know the right things to say, or who could better understand the rigors of his job, the stress he must undergo, the time he would have to spend away. She would understand.
No, he was not one to make rash decisions. But something about this woman suggested time would not change his opinion of her. He had made up his mind.
Picking up the cell phone that lay on the table beside him, he hit a number far down the list on his speed dial. It rung twice, then a secretary picked up.
“Higurashi Ent., C.E.O. private line. How may I direct you?”
“This is Sesshoumaru Taishou of Youkan. Please inform Mr. Higurashi that I have thought of the perfect way to solidify our merger…”
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AN: Like it or not? Please review! The rate of new chapter additions is directly proportional to the number of reviews I receive
Chapter 2 – Prepositions
Fading moonlight stung unused eyes, and a gasp in the darkness broke the crystal silence. Kagome sat up and immediately regretted the sudden action. A lancing pain ran through her skull, quickly deteriorating into a pounding ache. She reached shaking fingers to her head, massaging it gingerly. Her stomach growled, explaining her trembling limbs. She had barely picked at dinner, and, too worried about the meeting, hadn’t eaten anything else the day before.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, another gasp escaped her partially open lips as the still silhouette she had taken for furniture before became clearer. Inuyasha sat across from the bed on which she lay, watching her intently as though unsure of what to do with her, his face awkward and slightly defensive. Her actions prior rushed back into the front of her mind.
Did I really…?
She had.
She looked down, realizing she was still in her suit, a now rumpled, sad version of its once magnificent self.
“Awake then, are you?” She looked back up to find his eyes, still as unnerving as ever. She didn’t answer.
“I didn’t know where you lived. Are you alright?” His words were measured. He was holding himself back.
“I..I’m so sorry.” She said tremulously. “I hadn’t eaten, and I don’t drink much.” She bowed her head. The image of him, however, filled it.
Him, crawling in the recesses of her that had long been untouched. Him, sitting so close, in casual nightwear, his silver hair moving in the breeze from the open window. Him, a subtle reminder of everything she couldn’t have, looking at her, a pitiful thing he’d never want. She buried her face in her arms, drawing her knees up to her body. How she must look right now. Rumpled, tired, trembling, a far cry from the polished image she tried so hard to put forward.
Imperfect.
But suddenly, he was in front of her, pulling her arms away roughly, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were pained, but with his proximity, her breath came in short gasps.
“You kept looking at me.” He said, his voice hoarse. “What do you want from me?” He looked at her plaintively, an animal hunger coloring his features. She licked her lips nervously, trying to form the words that this was all just a big misunderstanding, but her vocal chords seemed broken.
“Maybe,” He said, his voice now softer but somehow more menacing, “Maybe you think it’s funny to taunt the black sheep younger brother with what you think he can’t have. But maybe,” and with this, he brought his face closer, his breath ghosting across her skin. “It’s backfiring on you.” He smiled, and his canines seemed threateningly sharp.
“I…” She started, but his mouth closed the distance and he swallowed her words, and the quickly following moan. She couldn’t think. This was wrong, a tiny voice in her head shrieked shrilly, but it’s dissonant flare hardly compared to the sensory onslaught of his hands, his lips, his tongue.
It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. Not just because of her reaction to him, the way his touch seemed to ignite her wherever it made contact, but because of the ferocity of his attack. He was not gentle.
He bit her bottom lip, and then drew back, trailing his teeth along her jaw line, down the delicate curve of her slender neck, stopping at her clavicle. He nipped her collarbone, drawing blood, letting it drip a maddeningly slow trail towards the curve of her breasts, licking it away before it reached the V curve of her shirt.
His hands ripped the bottom of her top up, his long fingernails grazing her hipbone. His strong hands grabbed her waist roughly enough to bruise, drawing her closer to him, then leaning her back on the bed. His bed. His lips came up again to plunder her mouth, his tongue delving into her, fighting her weak resistance, resistance that did more to thwart freedom than anything. Her body wanted this. She could feel his heat resting against her thigh, and a matching throb seemed to pulsate in her core, a thirsty ache that beckoned him. His mouth came up to her ear, and she felt it curl into a self-satisfied smile.
“I’m going to tear you apart.” He whispered.
Anger coursed through her, and a mortified flush darkened her already rose-hued skin. With a titanic effort, she pushed him away, breathing hard. She quickly got up and crossed the room, putting distance between them. Looking back, she stared him squarely in the eye. His hair was mussed, his shirt open, his pupils dilated.
“I’m not some whore.” She spat. Then she spun on one stiletto heel and walked, through an expansive living room, through a quiet vestibule, and out the front door, hailing a cab. Adrenaline pumped through her, a justified sense, but it mingled bitterly with the cold grip of disappointment.
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Sesshoumaru Taishou sat at his white dining table in his penthouse, an untouched glass of wine before him, contemplating. That woman…he had never been one to make rash decisions, and had certainly never been swayed by a pretty face.
However…
There was something about her. A quality that went beyond her beauty, and her grace. She was his counterpart, he was sure.
Kagome.
Kagome Taishou.
He mouthed it silently. Never had he seen a woman who he had been sure had the same dedication as him. Yet after one dinner with her, he was convinced. There was no one who would look better on his arm. No one who could better know the right things to say, or who could better understand the rigors of his job, the stress he must undergo, the time he would have to spend away. She would understand.
No, he was not one to make rash decisions. But something about this woman suggested time would not change his opinion of her. He had made up his mind.
Picking up the cell phone that lay on the table beside him, he hit a number far down the list on his speed dial. It rung twice, then a secretary picked up.
“Higurashi Ent., C.E.O. private line. How may I direct you?”
“This is Sesshoumaru Taishou of Youkan. Please inform Mr. Higurashi that I have thought of the perfect way to solidify our merger…”
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AN: Like it or not? Please review! The rate of new chapter additions is directly proportional to the number of reviews I receive