Must Not Chase the Boys

Disclaimer: I don’t Inuyasha, but if I did I would make Sesshaumaru stand still so I could braid his hair.

A/N: Thanks bunches to all of you that reviewed. I really appreciate your support, and I am glad that you liked the first chapter. Personally, I think it sucked, it was obscure and disjointed. I will attempt to make this a little bit better. I have just been thinking that Kagome is just such a nice girl; she needs to grow some claws. *wicked smirk*

To relieve any concerns let me assure you that this is an I/K fic, however our little hormonally driven teen is going to fantasize about the various men in her life. We all do it, I mean I love my husband but Vin Disel sure gets a work out in my mind. In her fantasies she is going to behave differently than should would normally, it’s a fantasy. Merry Met and Merry Part.


Chapter Two
Homework, Books and Soda Pop, oh my!

Kagome pranced down the stairs a huge grin on her face as she burst through the swinging door that connected the kitchen to the living room. Hojo was sitting at the dinning room table, politely sipping tea while her grandfather rattled on about some ancient this or that.

“Hiya Hojo.” She sang out gaily, startling the poor boy, who was used to seeing a more withdrawn and serious side to Kagome.

“Good afternoon, Higurashi. How are you feeling today?” His trademark concerned expression plastered on his handsome, but still young face.

“Just peachy king. Would you like to sit sit in the living room while we visit?” Kagome smiled brightly and Hojo blushed at the unexpected attention.

“Uh, sure. Please excuse me sir.” He stood up from the table bowing slightly before scooping up his bag to follow after Kagome. Grandpa didn’t seem to notice as he continued on about his tale of forgotten lore with only Buyo as an audience.

Kagome ushered Hojo into the living room, waiting for him to take a seat on the couch before sitting right next to him. Flustered, Hojo moved a few centimeters away, but Kagome didn’t seem to notice as she slid even closer to him, asking him about school and what she had missed. Bolstered by a subject that he was comfortable with, he began to pull homework assignments out of his bag, while going over in detail what Kagome had missed in the last couple of days. After a ten minutes of hearing about how Japan’s economy effected the trade markets around the world, her eyes became glazed and she stepped out the door into fantasy land.

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Kagome stealthy moved through the isles of books, quietly stalking her prey. It was late and the only inhabitants of the very large library were those educational elitists, whose entire life evolved around studying. Each student had moved to their own private corners, wave after wave of bookcases separating them from another soul. Alone, abandoned, vulnerable.

Kagome’s eyes narrowed as she sighted her unfortunate victim. Illuminated by the soft yellow glow of a desk lamp, his head bent over a thick volume, sat Hojo completely unaware of his surroundings or his emanate danger. Silently like a jaguar on the prowl, Kagome neared his chair as she licked her lips in anticipation, she reached out her pale hand towards his bare neck.

“Ahh!” Hojo jumped ten feet out of his skin, as he whipped around to shoot a wounded look at Kagome, one hand pressed over his heart. Kagome giggled, but quickly checked to make sure that no one came running from the ruckus.

“You scared me Higurashi.” Hojo pouted punitively, while eying the mischievous girl. Inadvertently his eyes dipped to her shorter than normal skirt, before darting back up to her face before she could notice, but to his dismay she had noticed and a purely wicked smile curled on her perfect lips.

Without a word, Kagome straddled the shy teen, trapping him in the chair, as she looked down at him with a predatory gleam in her eye. He couldn’t stop the instant erection he got from being this close to a girl, a very attractive one at that, and to hide his embarrassment he fumbled slightly trying to push her away, but she merely latched her hands on the back of the chair on either side of his shoulders.

“Higurashi, what are you doing?” He stuttered out in a high pitched squeak, his face becoming dangerously crimson. Quickly Kagome, placed her hand over his mouth to silence the overwrt bot boy while leaning down to whisper in his ear. Her flowery perfume wound silvery bonds around him, enticing his senses.

“Sshh. It wouldn’t be good if the class president was found in the library with a girl on his lap would it?” She leaned back up to stare down at his wide eyes, while the implication of her words sank in. If they were found in such a compromising position, they would both be suspended and he would lose his place as on the school board. He nodded his head that he understood what she was saying and with a pleased smile she removed her hand.

Keeping her voice low she pushed her lower lip out in a mock pout. “Don’t you like me sitting here?” To prove her point she rocked her hips forward slightly as she asked the question and was rewarded by his gasp, his very apparent arousal jutting against her bottom.

Swallowing convulsively, Hojo nodded that he very much liked her there, but his fear and inexperience kept him frozen in place. She smiled down at him and on impulse she leaned down to flick her tongue across his full lips, his shock caused his lips to part, and quick as a minx she darted her tongue inside to taste him.

At first he couldn’t move and his tongue lay dead at the bottom of his mouth, her tongue rubbing sensuously against his like an eager kitten. Finally with some coaxing, his tongue began to move against hers as she taught him the sexy skill of kissing.

When she felt that had gotten the hang of that, she moved her hands off the back of the chair and ran her hands through his thick hair, enjoying the glide of the silky strands between her fingers. She rocked forward again, and he groaned deeply into her mouth, but he kept his hands hanging loosely at his sides clenched into fists, unsure of how to touch her.

Kagome had noticed his lack of participation and slowly she skimmed her hands over his rounded shoulders and down his arms until she found his hands. Slowly she brought them up so they rested on her knees, expecting him to take over from there, but she underestimated the extent of his polite upbringing. She pressed her kiss even deeper, but was disappointed when he didn’t move his hands from where she had set them. Reaching back down she moved his hands up under her skirt so he could cup her bottom with his palms.

His hands slid over her silken flesh and when they covered her orbs he tighten his fingers slightly when he realized that she was panty less, he was unable to control the answering buck of his hips at the receipt of such erotic information. At his movement, Kagome purred into his mouth, showing him without words her approval. Instinctively he pulled her hips into his arousal, grinding her against him.

She pulled back from their kiss and he frowned but made no move to pull her back to him, uncertain of her intentions. The smirk that curled on her reddened lips made him want to squirm with indecision, and he felt like a lab rat that was either being taunted with cheese, or about e poe pounced on by a cat.

She curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt and he started at the feel of her cool skin against his heated flesh. The only warning he had was the animalistic glow of her eyes, right before she yanked forcefully on his shirt. There was a loud ripping sounds followed by popping as his buttons flew off his skirt and scattered around the floor. His eyes bugged out as he shot a startled glance down at his naked chest, before they moved back up to stare aghast at the young woman.

“Higurashi!” He sputtered, but her hand quickly covered his mouth again and he was slightly frightened by the scowl that formed on her face. She looked around quickly to make sure that no one was coming before looking back down at him to wag her finger in his face. He gulped and nodded that he understood her chastisement.

She removed her hand and she placed both of them palm down on his smooth chest, all thoughts of protest flew out of his head, as he felt the full force of skin against his. She smoothed them over his shoulders, pulling his shirt open even wider, leaving him bare to the waist. His muscles were small but taunt with youth, showing signs of developing into manhood. She rained kisses down his neck and over his chest, causing him to arch up into her, his head falling back against the chair. His erection was becoming painfully hard and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to contain himself much longer.

Kagome gripped his hand and moved it so it was in front of her and with skillful fingers she taught him how to flick the pad of his thumb over her most sensitive area. Hojo’s mortification at where his hand was quickly evaporated as he became fascinated by the mewling sounds that came from the young girls throat. Experimentally he rubbed his thumb lightly over her nub in a circular motion and was surprised when her head lulled back on her shoulders a sigh of pleasure floating from her lips.

Always a quick learner he brought his other hand around and with only after a moment of indecision he slid to fingers into her hot moist center. Her grip tightened on the back of the chair and her back arched back causing her long raven hair to swirl over his thighs as her hips buck forward to receive his delightful intrusion.

Her perched position put her pert breast as face level and he felt a measure of frustration that her shirt remained closed. Gathering his courage around him he opened his mouth to whisper quietly to her.

“Higurashi, unbutton your blouse.” His breath came in pants and his groin was painfully tight. She was jostled from the world of bliss that she was floating in and she looked down at the young man with a sly smile. With nimble fingers she quickly undid her top, allowing her breast, unhindered by a bra bounce free, causing Hojo’s lust to skyrocket.

She delved her fingers into his hair and brought him forward to the feast she had laid before him. Like a starving man he lathered her breasts with kisses, sucking on her hardened nipples, savoring her moans of happiness.

The rocked againach ach other, both nearing the lip of the abyss. Growling with desire, Kagome reached down and unzipped Hojo’s trousers, releasing his smooth shaft that pulsed with need. He gasped at the feel of her soft hand wrapped around his sensitive flesh and instinctively he bucked, causing her to tighten her grip.

“Higurashi.” He moaned with longing and the beautiful girl become drunk with the amount of power that she held over him. With a cheshire grin she lifted her hips up until he was poised at her very entrance, his head butting at her nether lips. Anticipation swirled in the base of her stomach and Hojo’s eyes rolled back as he bared his throat to her in submission. She leaned down to scrape her teeth over the column just as she allowed her weight to sink down on….

“Higurashi? HigurashiKagoKagome was jolted out of her fantasy by the prodding elbow of the dream lover in question. She looked over to see Hojo looking at her questioningly a sheaf of papers in his hand. A blush spread over her perfect complexion and for a moment she was stuck dumb.

“Are you listening to me Higurashi?” Hojo looked at her expectantly, concern etched on his features as he examined her, looking for a sign that she wasn’t feeling well.

“Uh, yeah. I’m uhh just thirsty. Would you like a soda?” She asked quickly to cover up her embarrassment at being caught day dreaming. He cocked his head at her for a moment before nodding.

“That would be great.” He smiled and she hurriedly jumped up from the chair and darted out of the room. She leaned against the wall in the kitchen while she caught her breath. A scowl clouded her features as she started towards the fridge.

Stupid boy, couldn’t he of waited a few more minutes before noticing that I wasn’t paying attention. I was almost finished…

She pulled out two cold cans of soda and plopped them down on the counter, before reaching up to pull out two glasses from the cupboard. She filled them with ice then poured in the soda before picking them up to carry them back out to the living room.

“Here we go.” She beamed as she crossed the room to him. Just as she was about to lean over to had Hojo his glass, Buyo darted in front of her causing her to stumble. To her horror she watched in slow motion as the soda tipped out of her hand and right into his lap.

He shot up from the couch as the cool liquid seeped its way through his pants and his shirt, soaking him to the skin. He wiped desperately at his clothes but the damage had already been done.

“Oh no! I am so sorry!” She wailed close to tears.

“It’s okay Higurashi, I just need to get them washed before they stain.” He was still rubbing at his pants as he spoke. His words sent Kagome into action as she ran out of the room and up the stairs to Souta’s bedroom. She quickly raided his drawers coming up with a replacement pair of pants and a shirt and raced back downstairs with them in hand.

She skidded to a stop in front of Hojo, her face slightly flushed. He was enraptured by the sparkle in her eye and he almost didn’t hear what she said.

“Take off you clothes.” She ordered and his face bloomed red.

“W-what?” He stuttered.

“Take off your clothes. The bathroom is in the hall and then I will wash them for you right away.” She demanded again while thrusting the clean clothes at him.

“O-oh. That’s okay, they will be fine.” He ignored the disappointment he felt rising up inside of him.

Kagome’s eyebrows meet in the center as she considered the boy in front of her. At her frown, he shifted uncomfortable.

“I insist. I will give you your clothes back on Monday at school. I don’t want them to be ruined.” Years of ordering Inuyasha around, a much more stubborn male, lent her voice an undercurrent of iron and the inexperienced boy bucked under the weight of her tone.

“Um Okay.” He gently took the clothes from her, looking over his shoulder at the authoritative girl before ducking inside the bathroom. A few minutes later he exited, dressed in the much too small clothes and Kagome couldn’t help but eye the yellow shirt that hugged his ded chd chest. Although he was smaller than Inuyasha he still had the muscles of a developing young man at wasn’t at the least scrawny.

“I umm should be going Higurashi. My mother will be worried.” He leaned over to pick up his books and Kagome resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Mama’s boy.

The rest of her thoughts floated out of her head as she was treated to a perfect view of his ass in the tight blue jeans he now wore. She almost drifted off into another day drbut but he straightened and turned to face her.

“Thanks for washing my clothes for me. I appreciate it Higurashi.” He smiled at her before hefting his backpack over his shoulder.

“It’s the least I can do after spilling the drink all over you.” He nodded and she walked him to the door. When he was gone she walked into the laundry room, putting the clothes down to measure out the soap for the washer. She tossed his jeans in first, noting that they had taken most of the spill, she picked up his shirt and saw that only a corner of it was wet. As she held it up a tantalizing musky scent filled her nose and she recognized it as being Hojo’s singular muscular aroma.

A devious grin spread over her face as a wicked idea took seed inside her fertile mind. She walked into the bathroom and dipped the corner of the shirt under the running water. After a few minutes of scrubbing she got the stain out and she set it on the towel rack to dry.

That night as she comed hed her nightly ritual of washing her face and brushing her hair, she reflected on her day. Hojo was a handsome boy, and every girl in the school wanted him, though it was obvious he was infatuated with her. If she was a normal girl she would have been flattered at the attention and would probably be dating him by now. As it was, she wasn’t a normal girl. She spent her time in the fatally dangerous past, surrounded by a puerile but definitely more mature half demon. She just couldn’t imagine herself in a relationship with a boy who wouldn’t be able to defend her life if the situation called for it. Even in her fantasies she recognized that he would be too submissive for her, leaving her to dominate. In her heart she wanted her lover to be more powerful than her, so tomorrow she had to return to the warring states period and she would have to face Inuyasha. The hurt she felt at his obvious preference of Kikyo ate at her like poison in her body. She fought back the tears as she picked up Hojo’s shirt, burying her face into its folds to inhale its scent deeply.

She retreated to her room, dropping her clothes on the floor so she stood naked in the glistening moonlight, without a second thought she dropped the shirt over her head, rubbing the material against her skin saturating her pores with the scent. Revenge was a bitch and so was she. She pulled back the covers to her bed and slide under the sheets and she quickly fell to sleep without remorse.