Behind Your Eyes

Kagome sighed, and fell onto her back with a thump. Settled dust rose and fell, as she gazed at the rotted wood ceiling. She was burning inside, and she remembered how soft his lips felt against hers. Her cheeks tinged pink. Why had he kissed her? He didn't like her did he?

She coughed when more dust was unsettled. He had plopped down next to her. She glanced sideways at him. His eyes were closed, and his scowl had vanished. To her, he looked peaceful. She inched her way closer to him, and inhaled. He smelled like coffee, beer... and forest. She paused. Yeah, forest, green, wet grass. She closed her eyes and could almost see a small forest clearing, with a large tree that looked like the goh-shinboku. She lay back down, and stared at the rotting ceiling.

"Want a drink?" He asked, suddenly, hovering over her. His long hair tickled her nose.

"You mean coffee? We just had coffee." She said innocently, sitting up.

"No, I mean, do you want to come to my place and have a drink? It's only 9:40." He said, helping her up.

"Oh." She said quietly. "I can't drink."

"Why not?"

He gulped when her chocolate eyes glinted in something he hadn't seen before. They looked like stones. "I'm not of age."

"Wha-" He sighed. He had been worried about something horrible. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." She replied. "I never asked, how old are you?"

He blushed. "I- Well... I age slower..." He stopped at the look on her face. She was repulsed, he knew it. He started to back away.

"Where are you going? Of course I'd like a drink!" She smiled, and started to walk from the well house. She had dust all down her back.

"Hold up, you're dusty." He said, striding over to her. She twisted around and frowned.

"Would you look at that..." She said, and began to pat her self down. No matter how hard he tried, he could not suppress the grin that spread across his face. If this had been some other girl, he would have been glad to help. Instead, he busied himself with his own clothes.

"Is it all off?" She said, displaying herself to him. He took the chance to examine her. Her legs were long, and not to skinny. Her butt was round, and cute. A perfect waist that called to him. He wanted to pin her against the very wall of the well house and ravish her. He shook his head. Not going to happen.

"Yeah." He said. He knew all of his was off... he had checked. "Lets go." He hadn't planned on taking her home, but what a way to gain her trust by taking her into his own bedroom and not trying anything. At least, he hoped he wouldn't try anything. If he did, she'd leave for sure.

He led the way to his old apartment. She stopped and waited while he opened the door. She followed him inside, and gasped. The apartment was covered in all sorts of clothes and books and... She loved it.

"Oh, wow!" She said, sitting in the old recliner.

He grinned at her, as he pulled two beers from the mini fridge. He was proud of his little haven from the other world.

"Have you ever had beer before?" he asked, sitting on the couch, looking at her. He tossed her a beer as she shook her head.

"You're turning me into a naughty girl." She giggled, as she took the bottle opener he handed her. She set the cap aside and took a timid sip, and made a face.

"Ha!" made a odd, barking laugh. "You have to drink it like this!" he grinned, as he took a good long swig that emptied half of the bottle.

She smiled shyly, and he found himself scooting to the closer end of the couch. `Damn you, Inu! You can't hit on her here!' he cursed himself and studied the label on the his beer.

He looked up, and saw that she was taking a long gulp of beer. She came forward, her bottle noticeably emptier. She smiled.

"Not bad, not bad." He laughed. She was enchanted. Not matter how shaggy or messy or drunk he was, she was always attracted.

"How old are you, exactly?"

He blushed. "Oh... about five hundred, lost coun he he muttered, looking at the pile of clothes across the couch. Only one other girl had done anything like this to him.

He looked back at her, and started. She wasn't there. He relaxed when the spot beside him sunk.

He looked at her, and he was shocked to see- pain. "I didn't know..." She put her hand over his. "You must have seen so many people die." She said, the look of pain intensifying.

"I always had to run away..." He was shocked at himself. He was opening up to her. "I always ran. That was my solution to the pain of seeing all of my friends die. And the new ones I ever made..." He stared at his lap.

He turned when he heard a small choking noise. Small crystal light tears were falling from her chocolate eyes. She looked at him, her eyes shining.

"I never was able to keep friends either." She squeezed his hand, and wiped her tears from her eyes. His hand caught hers.

"Wha-?" She asked, but she was cut off by a soft kiss from Inu- yasha. It wasn't like the opened-mouth kiss that he gave earlier, it was more of a... she couldn't describe it. It was soft, and gentle, and understanding. It had only lasted less than a second. She gasped as he pulled her against him, and planted soft, barely noticeable kisses down her neck. Kisses so light, so gentle. His tongue slid up her neck and he nibbled on her ear. Her heart seemed to beat in her throat, as she felt his hand touch the very hem of her skirt. He began to run his hands up her thighs. She suddenly noticed where this was headed, and gently pushed him off her, for he had started to lower her to the couch.

He looked flustered and frustrated, as they both sat up, taking some deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, Inu-yasha-" and she truly looked it, he thought- "I can't get into this kind of relationship! I've only known you since yesterday, and I have to go to school!" She looked up at him with those loving eyes.

"But... but I wasn't..." How could he tell her that he just needed to relieve some of his frustration... How could any girl effect him like this?! He was supposed to be calm, cold, and ddingding. Now, he was caring, gentle, and loving. "I wasn't gonna do anything..." The fact that he could smell her arousal made him even more frustrated. If he was ever going to ease this pain, he'd have to take it nice and slow.

`Fuck, I hate nice and slow!' he thought, suddenly angry, and made to get up and leave her. He stopped when her fingers tangled with his, and she looked up at him.

"If you just wanted to cuddle, that's fine." She smiled as he flopped onto the couch beside her, relieved.

"No, It's ok, really." He tried to act as if he were taking it nice and slow.

"Oh." She said, sitting back and taking a sip of her beer. Something had passed over her... she wanted him. As if he had read her mind, he leaned over her, and kissed her full in the mouth. He nibbled her lip, running his clawed hands up and down her back. Before long, he felt her arms wrap around him, and she pulled him closer. He grinned, as he continued nipping the crook of her neck, and shoulder. He placed his warm hand over her breast, and she sharped at him. He ignored it, and continued. He found himself on top, unbuttoning her shirt, placing kisses after each button.

"I thought you just wanted to cu-cuddle?" She stammered, as he nibbled on her earlobe. She was getting scared. The shirt was down to the last button before something else started. Would he listen? Would he just rape her? She felt herself freeze up. No. Not again.

He looked into her eyes, after feeling her go limp. They were wide open, and he was surprised to find- fear. He immediately leapt off her as if he were shocked. He looked at the damage. He had unbuttoned her shirt almost halfway down, and he could see red marks where he had lightly clawed her...

"Kagome, I-" He leaned beside her, as she stared at him. "I didn't mean to go so far..." A single tear fell from her eye. He hastily wiped it away, and kissed her eyelids. He reached over to her shirt, and she tensed again. He smiled, and buttoned it up again in no time. "I'm sorry." he said, helping her sit up. What she did next surprised him even more. She buried her face into his shirt and bawled her head off. He patted her back, stunned.

"I-I-" She gulped, crying into him. "Wh-when I w-was youn-you-" She was sobbing so hard that he couldn't understand a word.

"Shushh.... Shushh." He said. "I can't understand you."

She gulped, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "When I w-was young... This- boy..." A cold, icy feeling filled his stomach. No. No one would EVER hurt his innocent, beautiful, smiling, Kagome. He stopped her.

"Please." He muttered.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"If it hurts, I can wait." This came out in two ways. He could wait for her story. He could also wait for the sex. She gave him a watery smile.

"I knew you'd understand." She said, hugging him in a childish way. "I don't know, Inu-yasha. I feel like I've known you all my life." She let go of him, and suddenly she looked ten years older. Something jerked Inu-yasha in his stomach.

"You said you moved to a shrine?"

"Um... yeah." She said quietly.

`Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.' he was panicking. There was no way Kagome and Kikyo were related. "What's your last name?" he asked calmly. She took a sip of beer before answering.

"Higurashi." She said, smiling. He was relieved, and amazed. How is it that she can be sobbing one moment and smiling the next? This was yet another mystery to unfold. She wasn't related to Kikyo. Good.

She glanced at her wristwatch. It was 10:32. She had another hour. She looked up at him. "You think you could show me your place?" He looked miserable. She knew he was regretting letting himself get out of hand. She patted his arm.

"No worries, Inu-yasha. I know you didn't really mean to..." She cut herself off. He had made things tense.

He did his best to smile back. "Yeah, I'll show you around." He said, getting up. They both finished their beer and set around the apartment. His bedroom was meager, but his bed looked comfortable. They both decided on taking a walk, and they headed out. They walked and talked for several more minutes. He walked her home, and before leaving, they shared a look that carried more information than words.

"Meet me here at dusk." Is what that look said.

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Kagome tapped her nose with her favorite .9 lead pencil as the professor talked about conjugation and indirect object pronouns. She couldn't help but let her mind wander. His lips had felt so soft, his fangs, nibbling her ear.... his tongue sliding against hers.... before she knew what she was doing, she was thinking about how it would feel with him tasting
her, or how it would feel with him inside of her. She shuddered as her thoughts shifted to Hojo. He had been so kind, so innocent. When he had invited her to his place, she thought nothing of it. It had ended in something she would never forget. She was only sixteen. He was twenty. He had ripped her clothes from her, and she remember exactly what it felt like. He hadn't the chance to break her, but he got pretty damn close. She
couldn't even remember how she got away. She just remembered waking up in the hospital. She shuddered. Maybe she could love Inu-yasha. Maybe he'd kiss away the pain.

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Inu-yasha laid on his back, panting. He couldn't help but relieving himself, his and Kagome's little row had gotten him worked up. He remembered how smooth her skin was, and how soft her hair was... and how sweet her arousal smelled. He could almost taste it. Kikyo had never smelled so alive. Kikyo had always smelled of earth, and decay. He had never been able to kiss Kikyo. But she almost had the same effect on him. Kagome made him excited, happy, loved. Kikyo made him feel like he was special. Nothing more. He punched his pillow in sudden anger. He had almost screwed it up for both of them.

He was, however, looking forward to their meeting at dusk.
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