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Chapter 2
AN: Unfortunatly the last chapter was where my actual dream had left off. So this chapter and each one after it are just yanked from my muddled brain in an attempt to have the story continued lol Anyways, hope you enjoy. Oh, and please forgive the many grammar/spacing errors I'm sure this is full of haha I still don't have an actual proof reader so I mostly go over it 100 times myself.
CHAPTER 2
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! What the hell have I gotten myself into? I must be insane, completely out of my mind.” Kagome berated herself as she stood examining her reflection in front of her bathroom mirror.
There she was, all done up in a sexy yet casual evergreen halter dress that ended just about n inch and a half above her knees. She’d coupled it with a camouflage scarf of green and dark grey and a pair of dark grey heeled boots that nearly reached her knees.
She’d decided on this one after the first six hundred and fifty thousand outfits had been deemed un-wearable.
The reason for her current panicked state was none other than – yep, you guessed it -- Inuyasha.
It seemed that no matter how many outfits she tried on, nothing looked quite the way she wanted it to. Everything was either too slutty or too prude.
If she opted for slutty, then he might clue into a part of her she wasn’t even sure she wanted anyone to know about. A part of her that revelled in being dominated, even somewhat abused. A part of her that didn’t care much for pleasantries or boundaries. A part of her she was sure most people would find sick.
But if she opted for prude, she not only felt uncomfortable but also felt as if she was somehow lying to him. After all, it wasn’t as if she was a virgin, she just hadn’t yet worked up the nerve to let any of her previous boyfriends in on her dirty little secret. Besides, she wanted him to find her attractive, she just didn’t want to come off as some sex starved nympho maniac. She wasn’t, really. She just had... particular tastes... particular tastes that were particularly out of the norm. That’s all. Yeah... that was it. She was perfectly normal. Perfectly...
It was strange, because she knew she owned some ‘in the middle’ clothing. Hell, she wore them almost every damned day. And yet for some reason those particular clothes seemed no longer ‘in the middle’ for this particular outing.
Sighing she cursed her inability to relax and keep her mind from running ramped. She knew it was his fault. That sexy silver haired hanyou with eyes like God damned molten lava. He had her stomach in knots and her temper rising to meet with her panic. It was always like this when she went out with a new guy but with him it was worse and she couldn’t figure out why. She certainly didn’t have any reason to be so freaked out. It wasn’t as if he was going to look into her eyes and see every dirty little fantasy she’d had about him. And there were many, oh God, there were plenty.
But that was off topic. What she needed to do was relax. She’d managed to stay calm and generally composed the entire time they were together the last time. She’d even managed not one, but two hot make out sessions without losing her cool. Not to mention she’d also had the guts to stand up to that racist bastard Goshinki and in return get her sexy little hanyou to understand she didn’t give a damn about his mixed heritage. On top of that she’d given him her number as she dropped him off at his car without once sputtering or making a damned fool of herself.
And he’d called her that same night. Made her blush like a school girl and effectively gave her far too much ammunition to fuel that night’s fantasies. They’d eventually decided on a meeting place and date after he’d managed to thoroughly embarrass her.
So what the hell was she so crazed about? He obviously liked her. He wouldn’t have called if he didn’t. So that settled it. She had everything under control. She was perfectly in charge of both herself and the situation. Totally and completely.
Then the doorbell rang. She nearly leapt straight out of her skin.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t completely under control. Let’s just leave it at moderately. Moderately was good enough.
Regaining her composure she inhaled deeply and took one last look at her reflection. “Sexy but tasteful. Not skank-tacular or prude. You’re ‘Fabulous’” she assured herself quietly before grinning a little at the words she’d just used. Clearly, she’d been spending too much time with her gay friend Jakotsu.
With a quick fluff of her hair she turned and exited her bathroom, en route for her front door.
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Inuyasha stood outside what he knew to be Kagome’s front door. Truth be told, even if she hadn’t given him the number he would have known which one was hers. Her scent was all over it. And it was a pretty satisfactory scent, the kind you smell once then can’t wait to get your hands on again. Kind of like the rest of her, all of her actually. Damn, maybe it was an Inu-Hanyou thing?
Shaking his head, he rose a hand to ring her bell.
As thoughts of ravishing said woman continued to plague his thoughts and threaten to give him a hard on, he began picking apart the apartment as a distraction.
For what he’d seen so far, it was a pretty decent building. Definitely more decent than his own, for sure, but nothing awe inspiring either.
Just as he was searching rather desperately for something a little more distracting, he found it. His fuzzy white ears twitched atop his head and through the heavy wood of her front door he heard her mumble to herself.
““Sexy but tasteful. Not skank-tacular or prude. You’re ‘Fabulous’”
The way she’d said ‘Fabulous’ had his face contorting into a full blown grin. Not to mention the way she’d completely made up the word ‘skank-tacular’ And the fact that this whole thing clearly stated she was nervous about their seeing each other again was only icing on his cake. By the time she opened the door he was nearly out right laughing.
“Fabulous are you? Gotta say I wouldn’t disagree with you there. You’re down right edible. But I’m not quite sure I woulda’ worded it that way.”
The blush that coloured her cheeks could have rivalled that of a tomato. How in God’s name had he heard her talking to herself? She’d been all the way down the hall with the door closed. It simply wasn’t possible. And thinking as such, she opted to pretend he was completely insane.
“Right. I’m not sure just what it is you’re talking about but I’ve got to get my purse. I’ll be right back.” With those rushed words she hurried off to disappear into a room at the far end of the hall.
He simply kept on grinning.
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CHAPTER 2
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! What the hell have I gotten myself into? I must be insane, completely out of my mind.” Kagome berated herself as she stood examining her reflection in front of her bathroom mirror.
There she was, all done up in a sexy yet casual evergreen halter dress that ended just about n inch and a half above her knees. She’d coupled it with a camouflage scarf of green and dark grey and a pair of dark grey heeled boots that nearly reached her knees.
She’d decided on this one after the first six hundred and fifty thousand outfits had been deemed un-wearable.
The reason for her current panicked state was none other than – yep, you guessed it -- Inuyasha.
It seemed that no matter how many outfits she tried on, nothing looked quite the way she wanted it to. Everything was either too slutty or too prude.
If she opted for slutty, then he might clue into a part of her she wasn’t even sure she wanted anyone to know about. A part of her that revelled in being dominated, even somewhat abused. A part of her that didn’t care much for pleasantries or boundaries. A part of her she was sure most people would find sick.
But if she opted for prude, she not only felt uncomfortable but also felt as if she was somehow lying to him. After all, it wasn’t as if she was a virgin, she just hadn’t yet worked up the nerve to let any of her previous boyfriends in on her dirty little secret. Besides, she wanted him to find her attractive, she just didn’t want to come off as some sex starved nympho maniac. She wasn’t, really. She just had... particular tastes... particular tastes that were particularly out of the norm. That’s all. Yeah... that was it. She was perfectly normal. Perfectly...
It was strange, because she knew she owned some ‘in the middle’ clothing. Hell, she wore them almost every damned day. And yet for some reason those particular clothes seemed no longer ‘in the middle’ for this particular outing.
Sighing she cursed her inability to relax and keep her mind from running ramped. She knew it was his fault. That sexy silver haired hanyou with eyes like God damned molten lava. He had her stomach in knots and her temper rising to meet with her panic. It was always like this when she went out with a new guy but with him it was worse and she couldn’t figure out why. She certainly didn’t have any reason to be so freaked out. It wasn’t as if he was going to look into her eyes and see every dirty little fantasy she’d had about him. And there were many, oh God, there were plenty.
But that was off topic. What she needed to do was relax. She’d managed to stay calm and generally composed the entire time they were together the last time. She’d even managed not one, but two hot make out sessions without losing her cool. Not to mention she’d also had the guts to stand up to that racist bastard Goshinki and in return get her sexy little hanyou to understand she didn’t give a damn about his mixed heritage. On top of that she’d given him her number as she dropped him off at his car without once sputtering or making a damned fool of herself.
And he’d called her that same night. Made her blush like a school girl and effectively gave her far too much ammunition to fuel that night’s fantasies. They’d eventually decided on a meeting place and date after he’d managed to thoroughly embarrass her.
So what the hell was she so crazed about? He obviously liked her. He wouldn’t have called if he didn’t. So that settled it. She had everything under control. She was perfectly in charge of both herself and the situation. Totally and completely.
Then the doorbell rang. She nearly leapt straight out of her skin.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t completely under control. Let’s just leave it at moderately. Moderately was good enough.
Regaining her composure she inhaled deeply and took one last look at her reflection. “Sexy but tasteful. Not skank-tacular or prude. You’re ‘Fabulous’” she assured herself quietly before grinning a little at the words she’d just used. Clearly, she’d been spending too much time with her gay friend Jakotsu.
With a quick fluff of her hair she turned and exited her bathroom, en route for her front door.
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Inuyasha stood outside what he knew to be Kagome’s front door. Truth be told, even if she hadn’t given him the number he would have known which one was hers. Her scent was all over it. And it was a pretty satisfactory scent, the kind you smell once then can’t wait to get your hands on again. Kind of like the rest of her, all of her actually. Damn, maybe it was an Inu-Hanyou thing?
Shaking his head, he rose a hand to ring her bell.
As thoughts of ravishing said woman continued to plague his thoughts and threaten to give him a hard on, he began picking apart the apartment as a distraction.
For what he’d seen so far, it was a pretty decent building. Definitely more decent than his own, for sure, but nothing awe inspiring either.
Just as he was searching rather desperately for something a little more distracting, he found it. His fuzzy white ears twitched atop his head and through the heavy wood of her front door he heard her mumble to herself.
““Sexy but tasteful. Not skank-tacular or prude. You’re ‘Fabulous’”
The way she’d said ‘Fabulous’ had his face contorting into a full blown grin. Not to mention the way she’d completely made up the word ‘skank-tacular’ And the fact that this whole thing clearly stated she was nervous about their seeing each other again was only icing on his cake. By the time she opened the door he was nearly out right laughing.
“Fabulous are you? Gotta say I wouldn’t disagree with you there. You’re down right edible. But I’m not quite sure I woulda’ worded it that way.”
The blush that coloured her cheeks could have rivalled that of a tomato. How in God’s name had he heard her talking to herself? She’d been all the way down the hall with the door closed. It simply wasn’t possible. And thinking as such, she opted to pretend he was completely insane.
“Right. I’m not sure just what it is you’re talking about but I’ve got to get my purse. I’ll be right back.” With those rushed words she hurried off to disappear into a room at the far end of the hall.
He simply kept on grinning.
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