Devotion that Withstands Time

Part Yon- The Couple of Couples
~One Week Later~

The scent of hamburgers, tacos and fried squid was strong in the air in the large, bustling food court of one of the many Tokyo malls. A baby cried with a loud, hungry zeal as the mother tried to shush him, nearby a few toddlers played nosily with their action figures and dolls. In the corner of the court a couple teenagers tried to look inconspicuous as possible as they ate their french fries, knowing very well enough they were supposed to be in school.

On the other side of the food court, a young wolf woman with ruby red eyes watched blankly as her friend childishly bubbles her drink. Ayame tapped her painted, deep ruby red nails over the counters several times waiting for her friend to stop her childishness.

You on the other hand ignored her irritation and continued to bubble your drink, watching the toddlers thrash their toys together out the side of your eye. You look up from your drink and grin at Ayame, before pushing your drink away. "Have you ever thought about having kids with Koga?"

Ayame rolls her eyes at you and leans her chin on her palm. "Maybe, that is if we ever get married or not. Koga can be so shy sometimes." She says and frowns slightly.

"Koga, shy?" You arch an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, very, when we're alone," Ayame glances off to the side. "He can be a little timid." She says smiling to herself.

You didn't know whether to 'aww' at Koga's shyness or laugh at the thought of the usual forceful and demanding Koga being shy around his 'woman'. You decide to hum in interest and slurp up more of your drink.

Ayame's smile fades into a frown. "But half the time it's hard to tell if he's just shy or interested at all! When we talk, he grunts and stares into space! And yesterday I caught him staring at another woman!"

You look up surprised at Ayame's outburst and open your mouth to speak, but shut it again when the auburn haired young woman started speaking again.

"Sometimes I wonder if he's even attracted to me! When we... Make love," she blushes and glances off to the side. "He almost never... He never...” She holds up her hands and starts to gesture her message out awkwardly and you nods for her to go on. "And I don't know what to do, I hinted to him about it, but he doesn't get it... It was fine before, but maybe we're just starting to fall apart, like those couples that rush into things too fast..." She says softly.

You look at her concerned and then gaze back down at your drink, poking at the ice with your straw. “Ayame… You and Koga aren’t falling apart; you just need to talk to each other.” And you definitely did not rush into anything, how long have you known each other again? Since childhood? No, the sandbox years right? You mentally add to yourself.

“We do talk! I do anyway, he just doesn’t listen!” Ayame says defending herself.

“You have to make him listen, otherwise, things probably will fall apart; if you don’t tell him what you want, he most likely won’t know.” You say matter-of-factly. “How long have he been ignoring you to look at other women’s chests?”

“He hasn’t been looking at other women’s chests!” Ayame says offended. “At least I don’t think so… But only for the past week or so, before then we didn’t get to spend much time together because he was busy with work.”

“Well, something important is obviously on his mind if it’s not you.”

Ayame glances to the side and looks horrified. “Could he be cheating on me?!”

You become a lot more concerned for her at the question of Koga being disloyal. “It doesn’t have to be another woman. Ayame, really, do you really believe Koga would cheat on you?”

Ayame bites her lip, in thought. “No, but-“

“No, don’t think about the but-“ You pause to see if she is thinking about the but. “He’ll probably eventually tell you what he’s thinking about. And if he doesn’t start talking soon,” You lean forward for more privacy. “Withhold sex- he’ll definitely notice the change and start vocalizing his thoughts then.”

Ayame laughs, blushing faintly. “Have Inuyasha done this?”

You smile, “No, but I know he probably doesn’t pay attention some of the time either. I like to blame it on a short attention span,” you poke at the ice of your drink, “a problem that suddenly disappears when another dilemma in his pants arises.”

Her auburn-haired companion sighs and leans her chin on her palm. “Humph, exactly, it seems as if sex is the only thing that has been on his mind since our first time. I wonder if we should have waited until we get married, but then I look into his eyes and he kisses me and I pretty much forget.” She says with a sigh, smiling at her thoughts.

You giggle at her expression. “You look like that blonde girl from the movie, “Love Struck”, who’s always daydreaming about her boyfriend.”

“I-I do not!” Ayame protests very familiar with the movie, and the blonde girl who was not very much her favorite character.

“But you do, and it’s cute.” You smile. “Inuyasha and I had lots of fun before we got married. I don’t think sex makes a difference as long as it’s with someone you’re not just passing time with.”

“I remember you telling your mom you were a virgin before then,” Ayame comments arching a curious brow at you.

“And I was a virgin; not before the wedding, but maybe few months before we got engaged.” You say slyly, before looking around suspiciously as if to see if your mother would jump out from behind a table or a chair to scold and punish you.

Ayame laughs and looks down at the bags beside her chair. “… I hope Mandi likes the wedding gift I’m giving her.”

You get up from your seat and toss your drink into the trash. “I’m sure she’ll like my gift.” You look down at the black bag beside your chair proudly.

“You’re really going to give her a wedding present from the dirty store?" Ayame asks surprised.

"Well, no, I already got her a real gift, but she'd probably like it anyway." You say.

“Oh… Maybe I should have gotten something from there for her then.” She looks at her watch. “Koga and I are meeting them in a few hours for lunch. How was dinner with them?”

“Dinner was fine; the curry at the restaurant was great, but...” You trail off.

“But?”

“Ryo and Mandi were quiet... To each other anyway, Mandi was her regular old self, but it was like Ryo wasn’t even there to her at all. And it seemed like Ryo was just very calm and didn’t care. He pretty much ignored everyone except the waitress.” You explain.

“They didn’t talk at all?”

“No, though Ryo asked to pass the soy sauce once, but she ignored him.” You say folding your hands under your chin. “He never did get the soy sauce.”

Ayame looks to her a little worried, remembering Mandi’s past trysts. “Do you think they…?”

“No, it probably wasn’t that serious; they seemed fine earlier in the day.” You sigh. “When me and Inuyasha were still engaged we had a few fights; once about Pan and another was over the guest list.”

“I remember that! The poor kitten, does he still walk with a limp?” Ayame asks concerned.

“No, he’s all healed; though I’m sure he’s still not very comfortable with being in the room when the ceiling fan is on.” You reply frowning. “It could have been something like that or Ryo could have just said something mean… He doesn’t really say a lot of nice things.”

“Really? When I met him for the first time, he was very polite; he even held the door open for us once.” Ayame defends.

“…Maybe it was just that he was still mad about when we bumped into each other.” You suggest to yourself.

“You two bumped into each other?” Ayame asks surprised.

“Uh, yeah, in our cars,” You look sideways as your cheeks faintly tint red. “Um, we were leaving go out to lunch and I think Ryo was pulling into the parking lot.”

“Oh… Is that all that happened?” Ayame asks arching an at your change in tone.

“Of course that’s all; we can’t drive perfectly all the time.” You defend.

“___, you almost failed your driving test when we were still in school because you were driving too careful, and Inuyasha has 20/20 vision and perfect hearing. Something else had to happen distract-“

“Yeah, you made your point, we were doing something else, but that is not relevant to what we are talking about. The point is Ryo’s a two-faced jerk.” You cut dryly.

“Right… Was there any damage?”

“Sort of, just some small dents, other than that the car still moved, and Inuyasha just got the dent fixed already. From what I hear from Mandi, Ryo has other cars to drive.” You answer watching as a mother at a nearby table tries to hush a baby from crying.

“Oh, I still want to know-“ She hums surprised when her cell phone starts to buzz from inside her purse, she retrieves the phone and dials a few buttons on it. “It’s Koga, he just got off from work and now he’s going to get something to eat.”

“Working the night shift?” You ask and Ayame nods in reply.

The auburn haired woman presses a few more buttons into her phone before smiling and looking up at you. “He says he’s in the area and wants me to have brunch with him, but since you-“

“No, no, it’s fine; wouldn’t this be a change from him ignoring you? Go ahead.” You encourage, waving a hand at her.

“Well yeah, but…”

“I have to do things at home anyway, call or message me about how it goes later if you have a chance, alright?” You smile and the auburn haired woman smiles back.

“Ok,” Ayame gets up from her seat and slides her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll call you tonight.”

You follow her example. “Alright, see you later!”

Ayame smiles and waves and walks out of the food court and you wave back, before turning and leaving in the opposite direction weaving through a few tables and an energized group of toddlers who seemed set on making tools of war with their kid’s meals and new toys… Devil children.

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The television drones on with oblivious dedication despite the napping young woman sprawled out on her stomach on the couch. The screen quickly snaps from the credits to the deleted scenes of the movie where one of characters, appears walking through a living room in the middle of the night and accidentally bumps into a table. The character proceeds to let loose a large string of curses only to be beeped out by a shrill, annoying buzz, which seems to go on for more than ten minutes as the character hops around holding his ankle.

You slowly awaken from your sleep, wondering where in the world were the irritating ‘bleeps’ coming from. You sigh as you shift up and stretch out, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You turn to the screen sleepily, noticing the character was still cursing and hopping around. Pan sat, curled up on the far end of the couch looking up at you tiredly and a bit annoyed at being woken up.

“I fell asleep…” You mutter to yourself frowning.

You yawn and grab the remote from the floor and eject the DVD from the player before lying back down on the couch and closing your eyes. Just when you decide to take another nap the lock of the front door clicks and door swings open. You sit up and peek over the couch to see your husband walking inside and hanging up his coat.

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home!” You call, hopping up from your seat and walking to him.

He closes the closet door, steps out of his shoes, and turns in your direction, opening his mouth to speak only to be latched onto and pressed into hard kiss. He grunts as you roughly shove your tongue into his mouth, massaging against his. And just as abrupt as it had started, it was over, just as something within him was starting to quickly spark to life. You withdraw, loosening the grip around his neck slowly.

“How was your day?” You ask panting softly.

He gazed down at you noting the faint flush of your cheeks, the slight swell of your lips that were parted slightly as you panted for air and the way your chest rose and fell pressing against him steadily; he could tell you were bare underneath. You smile and kiss him on the lips gently, before releasing him altogether and stepping backwards.

“Inuyasha?”

“It was fine, just training.” He mutters watching you back away. For most of the month, and maybe half of the next month as well, he would be in training to take on his new position. “What have you been doing?”

“Watching a movie, other than that I’ve been bored.” You claim sadly.

He grunts, noticing an open DVD box on the TV set and walks over to it and picks up the DVD box. “Man Made Man, hard and intense over night, metal and cold through the day.” He says repeating the words over the cover of the box. He turns and arches a brow at his wife. “What is this? A porno?”

“No! Get your head out of the gutter! It’s about a scientist who built weapons of mass damage for the army, but he ran away when some of his old friends were trying to kill him…” You pause trying to remember more about the movie.

“Then he rebuilt the android he created, that was destroyed in the beginning of the movie and the android, Renji, helps him fight his friends and later Renji falls in love with some stripper named Haruka. Plus, it seems Renji has an interest for strawberries and bunnies, since it was Halloween and he only let Haruka push him around because he liked her bunny costume and -“

“Hey! Is it really that interesting?” He asks irritably, not much wanting to listen to you ramble on and on about androids and strippers.

“No, not really, it felt like they wasted most of the movie talking! And they only had three big fighting scenes, and I fell asleep through the last one. And when they did stop talking, it changed to a scene of Haruka riding a pole and stripping-“

“So it is porn!”

“No, it’s not; it doesn’t ‘show’ her stripping, just her clothes hitting the floor. Besides, there’s nothing really to look at anyway. She’s flat- like two little tangerines, I don’t know how she could make money as a stripper.” You say imaging the lowly endowed woman’s figure.

“You would notice?”

“Well, yeah, how can I not notice? It’d be the same if she had big breasts, it’d be hard not the notice.” You say sitting back down on the couch. “I bet smaller breasts are nice, she doesn’t have to go very far to look for a bra, because she must have had the same size since she was in junior high. Plus, no one would ever get suspicious of her having implants.”

“You want a smaller chest?” He asks, frowning and sitting down beside you.

“No, I said that it would be nice, I don’t want a smaller chest. What do you think?” You ask curiously, glancing down at your chest.

“Smaller? Hell no, if anything it would be bigger.” He replies staring down intently at your chest through the warm fabric of his old hoodie you wore that seemed to pool over your hips like a blanket, covering most of your shorts that clung tight to your thighs by the way you were sitting; which seemed to leave your soft, smooth thighs open on display for him.

“Bigger?” He’s pulled out of his reverie when a pillow slams into his face. “Don’t mock me and then drool and ogle a second later!” You proceed to pummel him with the couch cushion out of sheer pride.

“Hey-“ He grunts as you smother his head into the couch and he could feel you climbing on top of him. “Hey! I was joking! I like the size of your chest, damn it!” He grunts, halfheartedly struggling against you aggravated murder attempts. Very much fed up with their antics by now, Pan irritably jumps from off the couch and walks away to find somewhere else to nap.

You pause, slowly releasing the force of your smothering as you straddled his hips. “Really?”

“Yeah!” He pushes the pillow out of his face, raising his hips lightly and frowns when you slide forward onto his stomach. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You frown back, reaching for the pillow threateningly. “I don’t know, just drawing a conclusion.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to do that? Your head must hurt now.” He says wryly.

“Asshole, now apologize and tell me you love me before I start crying,” you say with threatening pout.

He turns his head to the side unimpressed. “Bite me.”

“Fine.” You grab the collar of his shirt, pulling it to the side and just before you could sink your teeth into his neck a buzz sets off from the kitchen and you ease off him and stand up. “Dinner’s ready!” You smile walking to the kitchen.

“What is it?” He asks gruffly, getting up and stripping down to his undershirt from the sudden heat he felt; he tosses his shirt to the side and lays back.

In the kitchen, you slide on your oven mitts and bend over to open the oven. “Pizza and cinnamon sticks!” You reply as you start to slide the pizza out the oven.

The scent of mildly burnt cheese, tomato sauce and cinnamon sticks rushes from the kitchen and through the living room, brushing over his nose and causing his stomach to growl. You walk out the kitchen and set the pizza on the low table before him before walking back into the kitchen and retrieving the tray of cinnamon sticks and vanilla frosting from the stove. You place the sticks and frosting beside the pizza.

“You wanna watch another movie?” You ask, walking back to the TV set.

He grunts and sits up. “I don’t care, as long as it’s not “Man Made Man” or that stupid Korean movie.”

“The Korean movie is not stupid, you just don’t understand it.” You say defending the movie.

“Of course I don’t understand it, it’s in Korean!”

“It’s not about the language; it’s about the emotions- that you don’t understand.”

“The stupid emotions don’t mean a damn thing if you don’t understand them.” He says irritably. “Do you even know Korean?”

“Not much, but I understand the emotion.” You turn and wink at him. “Plus, I saw the Japanese version.”

He rolls his eyes. “If there’s a Japanese version, why don’t you get one, instead of hanging on the every gushy, Korean word...? That you don’t comprehend.”

“Because-“ You pause thinking, “you just don’t understand the height of emotion in the movie that’s expressed better in the original text!” You turn with a huff and bend over to reach the cabinet that stored their videos and DVDs.

“In other words-“ He pauses and gulps watching as you bend over and your shorts slowly ride up your thighs, seeming to start to pinch- “You don’t like the Japanese version where you can understand what they’re talking about, so you’d rather watch the Korean so you can gush about the ‘intense emotion’ that you think they’re saying yourself.”

“Exactly,” you glance back at him with a small smirk and tug the back hems of your shorts to stop the pinching. You kneel down in front of the cabinet for better access to the older videos on the bottom shelf.

He growls softly having noticed your smirk. “Hurry up, so I can eat.”

“I’m not stopping you.” You say, bouncing off of your heels and standing up just as you snatch a DVD from the shelf. Before he can comment on that, you turn and show him the DVD you selected. “Love Struck, the story of two violent people with the power to punch someone and make the poor, bruised person fall in love with them.”

“Sounds stupid.”

“You’ll like it.” You set the DVD in the drive and push the buttons for the movie to start. You sit back on the couch, where Inuyasha piles a slice of pizza into his mouth. You slide a slice of pizza on a napkin and bite into the edge watching as the movie starts.

Ten minutes into the movie an R-rated scene already starts when the love punch girl and her group of friends are dared by the love punch boy to follow him into his father’s unisex strip club. The love punch girl soon gets lost from her friends and ends up getting jumped and sexually harassed by the love punch boy… That is, until she starts to respond.

Not very surprised with the scene since you’ve seen it before, dunks your cinnamon stick in the bowl of frosting. He turns, glancing at you to make a lewd comment about the movie, before you cut him off.

“It is not porn, this goes along with the plot and there’s like two or three other scenes like this in the rest of the movie.” You say twirling your cinnamon stick in the frosting.

He grunts and leans back against the couch and you settle back leaning against him smiling. “Mmm, this frosting tastes good,” He glances at you watching as you bring the stick up to your lips and your pink, wet tongue grazes over the white, sticky frosting that coated the top of the stick.

He frowns. “Don’t eat it like it’s ice-cream. You’re wasting frosting.”

You turn to him, licking at the frosting slowly, savoring the sweet taste. “But it’s good, here, have some.” You put the stick of frosting up to his mouth and he pauses looking down at it before taking a big bite out of the stick, brushing against your fingertips.

“Hey, I only said to taste the frosting, not eat the whole thing!” You say irritably looking at the stub of the cinnamon stick he left before popping it in your mouth.

He shifts the portion of the cinnamon stick in his mouth. “You want it back?”

“No, it’s-!” You yelp when he suddenly pushes and pins you back against the couch, and open mouth kisses you.

You struggle against him surprised when he pushes a portion of your stolen cinnamon stick into your mouth. You soon start to enjoy it when you taste the sweet vanilla frosting, and cinnamon that coated the stick. You reach out to get more, only to have it stolen back by him as your tongues struggle for the remaining portion of stick. You moan in the kiss feeling his stiffness pressing against your thigh and wrap your legs around him pulling him closer against you.

He releases your mouth and shifts to kiss and bite your neck, holding on to both your wrists over your head. You gasp for air, and struggle for the release of your wrists only to find him tightening his grip. He bends his legs, and moves both of your wrists to hold onto with his other hand and slides his free hand down your sides. You moan softly as he sucks your neck, tightening your legs around him and grinding your crotch against his. He grunts and grinds down harder against you, sliding his hand under your shirt and pushing it up over your abdomen.

As with always a great time to intrude, the phone rings not much deterring Inuyasha from stripping you. Not that you minded, but it came to mind none too quickly that Ayame was going to call that night and it was most likely her.

“Inuyasha, the phone is ringing!” You gasp, sliding your now freed hands down to his shoulders and pushing at them gently.

He grunts mostly ignoring you and pressing his moist lips against your bared chest. He slowly scrapes his fangs against the soft, warm skin of your breast, pushing the hoodie up further. You shiver pressing against him harder.

“I want to get the phone.” You say sitting up and leaning back to pull your hoodie down. “It’s Ayame; it’ll only take a minute.”

“Hurry up.” He says gruffly, shifting so you could get up.

You get up and take your time to reach the cordless phone across the room much to the half demon’s irritation. You pick up the phone and frown when you hear the dial tone.

“She hung up.” You state slightly irritated you had to journey across the room to get the phone only for it to hang up in your face; they should really put the phone closer to the couch.

“I don’t blame her, you took two damn years to walk over there and a month to pick up the phone, no one’s going to wait that long.” He says leaning back irritably on the cushion of the couch.

You roll your eyes and walk back to the couch, setting the phone on the coffee table before bending over slightly and reaching under the table to retrieve the DVD player’s remote. You resurface, momentarily catching your husband’s eye before clicking the DVD to pause and closing the lid over the remains of the pizza.

“I’m going to put this away; you can wait a few more years, right?” You ask picking up the remains of the dip and sticks with the pizza.

“Why you-“ You giggle stepping out of his reach and retreating to the kitchen.

You slide the remaining slices of pizza into a plate with the dip and sticks and puts the boxes in the trash. Taking your time you place a lid over the frosting, not wanting the dip to harden too much overnight; you pause hearing the phone ring and Inuyasha picking it and mumbling and grunting into the receiver. Moments later he walks into the kitchen and places the phone onto the counter.

“Who was that?” You ask glancing back at him as you load the leftovers into the refrigerator.

“The chief, training’s been cancelled for the rest of the month.” He answers, not looking bothered by it, but not too happy either.

“Oh,” You smile to yourself pleased that he wouldn’t be training during Valentine’s Day next week. “We’ll have a lot more free time next week.”

The following week was of course; Valentine’s Day and unlike your last Valentine’s Day together you would be spending it in France, more specifically Mandi’s home town where they would also be celebrating Mandi’s wedding with Ryo. With Inuyasha’s training cancelled for the rest of the month they wouldn’t have to worry about getting back to Tokyo right after the ceremony, thus making their Valentine’s Day a lot more convenient, and romantic.

“What are you giggling about?” He asks slightly disgruntled.

You giggle closing the refrigerator’s door. “I’m not giggling; I’m just excited about next week! The last time I went to Mandi’s hometown was when I wasn’t even old enough to drink,” You say recalling a summer during your years in middle school. “Though her dad was really nice; he let us drink a little wine.”

You pause at the oddly perplexed and irritated expression he was casting at you, “What?”

“Che,” he frowns glancing away. “I’m not surprised, from the way you drink by New Years…”

You frown, “we were fourteen and they were only little sips, you make it sound like I’m a bad drinker.”

“If the shoe fits,” He says dryly and narrowly misses your house shoe whizzing pass his head and colliding with the wall behind him. He turns back to you and scowls watching your gently caress and cuddle Pan, who had just arrived in the kitchen.

“You’re so cute,” You murmur tenderly cuddling your kitten, who was drinking up every second of it with soft meows, purrs and ‘smug’ looks at Inuyasha.

Utterly sickened and slightly jealous by the affections between the two, Inuyasha heads out of the kitchen irritably muttering about the borderline of attention between pet and owner. Before he could fully escape from the kitchen, you grab his pants leg and scoot closer to him, happily preventing him from leaving the kitchen. He looks down at you irritably and a bit surprised when you start nuzzling his leg and purring.

“What’re you doing?” He asks watching as you very avidly nuzzle his leg, and brush your head against the tips of his fingers; seeming to be imitating an attention hungry cat.

You sweetly look up at his perplexed face, leaning forwards and brushing more against his fingers and ‘pawing’ up his leg, more or less feeling him up. He takes the hint and curiously pets your head and you eagerly respond pushing into his hand and nuzzling his hip with your cheek. He smirks, all past irritation with you gone as he stroked his fingers through your hair. You slip your fingers into the hip of his pants, pulling them down slightly, and purring as he pets you.

You purr and lick, nipping lightly at the exposed skin at his hip and trace the skin to his front; pulling the button of his pants open with your teeth in a swift action while looking up at him mischievously. He stares down at you watching as you unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. You trail your fingertips down the length of his hardening appendage and bring your lips to his tip. He grunts as you suck lightly at his tip and wrap your soft fingers around his length and strokes him slowly.

Moments later, as your grip tightens around him and your actions speed up, he finds himself deserted seeing your catlike strut away from him to the corner besides the sink. At times like these, normally (though this is the first time he experienced a ___-cat) he would question his wife’s sanity and wonder what kind of new kink you’d developed- however, he had other things on his mind at the moment than his wife’s quirks.

You sat in the corner, seeming to be cleaning yourself the cat way, paying no attention to his frustrated stare. “Get your frisky ass back here and finish!”

You look up at him innocently while still ‘cleaning’ yourself, seeming to lick the back of your hand and rub it against your cheek. He steps in front of you, your face conveniently level with his sex, though you took no heed and continued to ‘groom’ yourself. He growls softly, patience quickly dwindling as you teasingly lick the tips of your fingers and push your index finger between your lips and slowly thrusts the digit in and out while looking up at him with eyes full of mischievous.

To hell with it, he’d punish you later, but now… He tucks his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you up to which you yelp in surprise and quickly wrap your arms around his neck to keep from falling backwards. He smirks at your surprise, but grunts as your shorts rub dryly against his hard sex and you seemed to be aware of this as you rub yourself harsher against him moaning softly. He none too gently sets you on the table and hastily yanks off your hoodie and continues where he had left off earlier harshly sucking and biting at the skin of your chest and nipples and dry humping the crotch of your shorts.

You moan softly as he sucks at your nipple, his other hand roughly fondling and squeezing your other breast as you wrap your legs around him tightly, pulling him down harder against you. He grunts, his claws trailing down your abdomen to work on unzipping and tugging the tight shorts off of you. Trying to assist him in the process, you wiggle lightly out of the shorts as he tugs them down pass your thighs, but only you receive a painful pinch on your thigh for your efforts.

Your shorts fall into the heap of clothes below them quickly followed by your panties and you moan as his finger probes your entrance and plays with your folds. Watching your expressions his smirk falters at the chime of the phone ringing.

"Inuyasha... The-" Your weak protest is cut short by his growl and his lips crashing down onto yours. You tighten your arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss and moan loudly at his sudden shove inside you.

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"Sorry we can't come to the phone right now- Because we're too busy fu- Inuyasha! -We don't wanna hear your damn message either, so don’t- OW, you bi- Damn it, ___! 'Growling can be heard' - So please leave a message at the sound of the beep! ... Inu-! 'beep'*

On the other end of the phone, Ayame arches an eyebrow at the odd phone message, and glances at the embraced couple still seating in their theater kissing and canoodling with a lustful passion. The movie had ended fifteen minutes, and most of the movie-goers had filtered out, but not at least glancing at the cuddling couple in the back rows.

As you had stated, Mandi and Ryo were having a disagree disagreement about one thing or another and conveniently enough they had chosen to make up right in the theater, thirty minutes to the end of the movie and with Koga and Ayame sitting a seat away from them in a very open hearing range.

Growling tetchily, Koga pushes himself off the wall beside her. "I'll go get the hose."

!Notes!

Much apologies for the wait, I redid and edited this chapter several times until I got this; the original way included you chattering on and on about one of the movies until I realized I could just put something like ‘you grinned and explained the movie with specific detail.’ The strippers and androids just fell in to place somewhere in that area. Speaking of that area, have anyone seen that anime Bleach?

‘coughs’ And no, sorry to disappoint you cat lovers, but ‘you’ are not a cat demon, just have an interesting adoration for cute little kittens; I plan to do something more original, in my opinion with your heritage. Speaking of cute kittens, still haven’t decided on Pan’s gender. (A cute OC I hope no one minds having around) Though, the upside to having OCs in this story is you get to travel the world for the moment.

I hope all the Koga/Ayame fans are pleased, and the Ayame fans aren’t pissed because I may have screwed Ayame’s character. (Sadly enough, there aren’t any sites that describe her personality; that I could find anyway)

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Random Crazy Person- Why thank you, you’re an awesome reviewer. ^^ I’ll update
ASAP.

Wow123- I found your critique helpful, and I just realized that I never did add that demons and human co-exist within the story, so thanks. Your questions involving Kagome will more or less likely be explained later in the story, along with the reader’s insecurities and how Inuyasha and the reader met. Really, I see the first chapter as an old OVA in an anime, where a character’s eyes and hair are different from what they really are in the TV series, but the viewers are never sure which eye and hair color actually belongs to the character, and the viewer decides for themselves what color the character’s eye and hair color are despite. Yeah, I hope that didn’t sound vague and irrelevant… Thanks a lot for critique.

The real Hotaru- ‘giggles’ it’ll heal. Thanks for reviewing.


Thank you dudes for reviewing, double fudge brownies to all!