The Affair

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.
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A/N: Okay, a little bit of ouch from that last review. Remember now, folks, this based on a true story, my past relationship with my ex. He really WAS married when I first started seeing him. And I was engaged to “Kouga” when I first met “Inuyasha,” but I broke it off before “Inuyasha” and I became intimate. Telling me that he felt emasculated by me and that he only proposed so I wouldn’t dump him the next day. Anyway, by this point, Kouga and Kagome aren’t together anymore. So… on with the story.

Oh, and I keep trying to fix the paragraph thing, but my laptop is being a bitch right now, folks. Sorry.

Also… you people seriously need to watch “Teeth.” It is the most hilarious, morbid, graphic movie ever!! And it’s awesome. Dawn is my new hero. Anyway. On with the tale.
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Chapter Three: The Joke Period.

Kagome and Miroku stared at Inuyasha. “Oh my Gods, man!” Miroku cried out. “I cannot believe that you just made a JFK crack!”

“That’s not any better than your Irish joke,” the hanyou shot back. Kagome shot to her feet, bouncing with her two male friends happily. Sango walked in right then, just off of her new job. “Hey, guys!” she said. “I like the Irish joke.”

“I haven’t heard it yet,” Kagome said. Miroku grinned his perverted, boyish grin. Sango smacked his arm playfully, but she grinned as well. “Go ahead and tell her,” she told her boyfriend. “You know you want to.”

“So,” Miroku starts off. “An Irishman and his son were sitting together in a pub in Ireland, sharing a pint…”

Inuyasha caught Kagome’s eye. She grinned as she caught the lustful glint in his amber eyes, and she stepped over to get closer to him. Sango noticed this, and she linked arms with Miroku, throwing her other arm around his neck and noogied him playfully. “Go,” she mouthed to the pair. Kagome and Inuyasha dashed for the stairs, laughing at the sound of Miroku: “But I wasn’t finished with the damn joke yet!”

As soon as they were in the upstairs office, the door slammed shut and locked tight, he grabbed her face and locked his lips to hers, savoring the sweet taste. He slowly worked off her work shirt, and she worked off his. Her bright yellow bra was soft as he cupped his hand around her left breast, and he pressed his face into her hair, brushing his nose against her ear. Inuyasha felt Kagome’s lips part against his neck as she pressed her naked body against him; he unbuckled her black pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving her standing there, pressed against him, wearing only a pair of bright yellow panties. In no time at all, his own work pants were gone, his white underwear across the room as well.

He licked his lips as he surveyed her. He felt his cock become rock hard, and he couldn’t control himself with her anymore. Inuyasha rushed forward, his hands grasping her hips. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, and he kissed her roughly and passionately as he moved Kagome along the wall. They finally found the desk, and he sat her on the top of it, working himself between her legs and sliding her panties off at the same time. His hands cupped her firm ass, and he rubbed his thumb against her skin, loving its softness. His golden orbs met her chocolate gaze, and he stopped himself. It was only for a moment, but the fight between his passion and his self-control nearly tore him in two. But he couldn’t just… “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her.

They had been running in circles around this subject for a few weeks. She had met his wife Kikyo, his brother Sesshomaru and his sister-in-law Rin. She had even met his mother Izayoi and his father Inutaisho. He had met her own mother briefly when Mrs. Higurashi brought Kagome’s little brother Souta to see a movie. They had made out upstairs, christened the makeup table [the one they used to put together the movies]. It was now officially known as the “makeout table.”

Kagome also paused. She looked him up and down; they were about to cross that line. That was the line that she had never thought that she would come up against. She was a good girl at heart; she wasn’t a slut or anything. She’d been with four guys before this point, and she’d been in relationships with all of them. Well, all but one, but he was a close friend anyway.

But… Inuyasha was a good man. He was a good, MARRIED man. She stared into his eyes. Those big, beautiful amber eyes, full of hope and hurt. He was sweet and gentle and witty… and he was unhappy when he wasn’t with her. She could… she could just feel it when he held her hand. She could feel it when he kissed her cheek.

Kagome made her decision then. She smiled softly at him, exhaled quietly, and ran her fingers down from his cheek to his hips. Inuyasha gasped loudly when he felt her small fingers wrap around his erection. Her eyes locked with his, and she smiled again at the look of sheer love and admiration on his face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” she murmured before kissing him again.

As they kissed, his hands made their way to her breasts. He rubbed them, thumbing her hardened nipples. She moaned into his mouth, and he plunged his hard cock inside her. She cried out at the feeling of him sinking deep into her. He kept one hand rubbing on her breast and his other came down to grab her hip. He pulled her closer, sliding his erection out of her until the tip came to rest at her entrance once more. Inuyasha groaned when he slid himself back inside her. His other hand came down to her hips, and he gripped her tightly as he quickened his pace. The sound of their bodies slamming together forced Kagome over the edge, and she moaned loudly as her first orgasm rocked her body. Inuyasha cried out at the feeling of her wet inner walls clenching around his cock, and he let his seed spill inside her.

Inuyasha’s rough hands moved from her hips to her shoulders, and he rubbed her back lightly. Kagome leaned into him, her face pressing into his neck. He stood there, holding her in his arms, and he smiled as he whispered something into her hair.

She sat up a little and looked him in the eye. “What did you say?”

He smiled back at her and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry about it.”
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It was nearly time for the two of them to get to work. They’d been laying around all morning, watching “Family Guy” and “Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law.” Inuyasha’s wife Kikyo had left for work at seven that morning; she worked an hour away as a mobile phone salesman. Kagome couldn’t believe it.

“She settles for a cruddy job in a mall selling cell phones for seven bucks an hour?” she asked incredulously. “And she’s how old?”

Inuyasha sputtered in his Dr. Pepper, laughing. “She’s thirty one.”

“And I’m twenty, and I help manage a movie theater,” Kagome shot back, sitting up. He smiled at the sight; she was wearing nothing but one of his long sleeve, white, button down work shirts. Her bare legs were curled underneath her, and her skin practically glowed in the soft sunlight spilling through the curtains. He fought the urge to reach other and rub her soft, endless legs; he knew that it would lead to activities that would make them both late for work.

Kagome took another bite out of her pancakes. She turned her head and locked eyes with Inuyasha again. “I’m your mid-life crisis, aren’t I?”

He sputtered once again, his cheeks flaming a bright pink. “What?” he asked her, chuckling a little.

She sighed. “I just… can’t help feeling as if I am your mid-life crisis in a way,” she told him. She set her fork down on the plate and stood, pulling her black work pants on. When she was dressed, socks, shoes and all, she nodded to him. “I’m going to need a little more time to… think things over.” She pulled on the door and disappeared down the stairs. He stood there, wearing only a pair of blue jeans, staring at the closed door.

“But I love you,” he murmured, his pup’s ears flattening against his hair, crestfallen.
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Kagome rolled her eyes and groaned inwardly as Kouga paid for the movie tickets. She’d called him, telling him she’d give him a chance to redeem himself. He’d practically jumped for joy and run to her side. They were seeing “Transformers,” which Kagome was very excited about. Kouga wasn’t really a “Transformers” person, but he’d do practically anything to be beside Kagome right now. Even if it meant sitting through two hours of funny alien names and deep, heroic voices. The action was good, and so was the storyline.

About halfway through, Kagome wanted more popcorn. Not wanting to be away from her for a single moment, Kouga stood and went with her to get a refill. They were standing in a very long line in front of Miroku’s register when the other one opened up. Kagome was reading a mini-brochure about movies soon coming out, and Kouga grinned when he looked over and saw that it was the manager that had the hots for Kagome. Without looking up from the brochure, Kagome allowed Kouga to scoot her over into the next line. She frowned deeply when she felt Kouga’s arms settle around her waist and his chin rest on her shoulder. She looked up from her reading finally, and when she did, her brown eyes met Inuyasha’s.

She gasped, and her eyes darted downward, resting on his hands. Kagome tilted her head a little when she noticed that Inuyasha was clenching the counter so hard that his knuckles were turning white. But when she looked back up at his face, he just smiled at her gently.

Suddenly, she was very aware of where they were and of what was happening. She turned her head and glared at Kouga, pulling out of his arms. She turned completely and gave him a disgusted look. “I can’t believe you,” she mumbled, shaking her head a little. She started to walk away.

Kouga grabbed her arm a little roughly. “Kagome, where are you going?”

In a flash, Inuyasha was there beside her, yanking Kouga away from her. He snarled at the young wolf youkai. “You’d do well to keep your hands off her,” he threatened. Kouga glared Inuyasha, who pointed to the door. “Now get out of my movie theater!” he roared. Kouga rushed out the door, waving a quick goodbye to Kagome.

Kagome whirled on the hanyou. “What did you do that for?” she demanded. Inuyasha watched her leave angrily.

He turned and saw Miroku nodding at him approvingly. “You did a good thing there, my man,” he told his friend and coworker. “She doesn’t see it now, but she will soon. You’re a great friend to her, Inuyasha.” Miroku turned away to fill another order.

Inuyasha nodded and went into the downstairs office, locking the door behind him. The employees, including the normally over-curious Miroku, left him to his thoughts for the rest of the evening.

It was nearly midnight when the phone rang, and Inuyasha was more than a little pleased to see Kagome’s name on the caller ID. He answered with a fairly smooth “Hey.”

“Hiya,” she replied, her voice perky like he… well, liked.

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation. “I’m sorry…” Inuyasha started, “about earlier. He just… shouldn’t touch you like that.”

“What did it feel like?” she asked him suddenly.

“What did what feel like?”

She hesitated. “What did you feel when you saw him standing there, holding me?”

Inuyasha didn’t answer immediately. Sure, he knew the answer; seeing that jerk standing there, smirking at him over her shoulder… He hated the thought of that pretentious bastard letting his lips touch her, or his hands… or any of his body parts. He smiled, but he knew Kagome couldn’t see it. “I wanted to jump over the counter and rip him off of you.” He was silent another long moment. “I wanted him away from… from what I want.”

Kagome took the bait. “What exactly is it that you want?”

“I want you.” Her breath caught when she heard his direct words. “I want to be around you. You’re… soft. And you’re intelligent. And creative. And… soft.”

She giggled a little. “You said that one already.”

He laughed with her. “I know. I’m wanting to… emphasize it.”

“What does it even mean?” she wanted to know.

“It means that you are… soft.” Inuyasha laughed again and spun his chair a little. Talking to her made him a little restless. ‘Wonder why?’ he thought. “Just leave it at that. I’m no good at the whole words thing. It tends to lead to more words, which tends to lead to me sounding like an enormous dumbass.”

She laughed again, this time more loudly.

Inuyasha loved the sound of it, and he looked forward to hearing it several more times throughout his life.
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A/N: Yea, that actually happened. Of course, he didn’t really hurt “Kouga”; he just sat on the other side of the counter and fumed. And then me and “Kouga” broke up a little while after, and me and “Inuyasha” got back together. And THIS time, I really didn’t care that he was older and he had a wife. He was just… perfect for me. Anyway. The relationship REALLY begins… NEXT chapter!

This next time: Chapter Four: The Two-Week Vacation.