Odds n Ends
The Perfect Cure aka Nerds (Hojo/Kag)
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Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not
mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi,
story.
Warnings: NC17 oral
Pairing: Hojo/Kag
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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Kagome
complained grumpily as she stretched out into the sheet covered table.
“Relax,” Hojo replied with cheery
confidence, undeterred by her bad mood. “I’ve done this a zillion times and it
never fails to work,” he added, accenting his statement by cracking his
knuckles.
“If I can’t make the exams tomorrow, I’m going to flunk,”
Kagome grumbled as she settled her head into the crook of her shoulder. She
tensed automatically as Hojo’s cool fingertips
brushed across her bare back. As the smell of the aromatic oil
she decided to just go with it.
Wet and tingling, the oil made her drowsy as
Sweet yet with a lingering scent that made her strangely restless and agitated,
she didn’t even notice the drift of his fingers until one large palm was
cupping one of her buttocks.
“Hojo…” she started to protest,
but her train of thought was abruptly and completely cut off as something wet
and slick slid through the folds of her sex.
One of those clever, oiled fingertips found her clitoris and
with a choked exclamation of surprise she ground her hips into the cloth
covered wood as that tickling sensation set her whole body to humming with
suppressed desire. Against her sensitive skin, coating her clit, the tingling
from the oil brought her body to an aching, demanding, instant arousal.
With a husky, hungry sound of impatience and annoyance, she
peeked over her shoulder in time to see Hojo kneeling
between her legs, his lips descending on her sex. She had just enough time to
gape in disbelief as he spread her folds with his thumbs and probed her tight
opening with his tongue.
“H-hojo!” she gasped out, nearly
coming off the table with the intensity of her response.
“Mmm,” Hojo
hummed as he pressed his face against her and speared his tongue deep inside of
her.
“HOJO!” Kagome cried, half in
outrage, half in supplication. “W-what are you DOING?!”
The last of her words died as a low, full throated moan of
appreciation escaped her lips. The dance of his tongue was joined by the
thickness of his fingers inside of her, and despite herself, she felt herself
go from moist to wet.
“H-hojo,” she murmured as her
fingernails dug into the grain of the wood and her hips jerked against the hard
table.
The blunt tip of his tongue flicked over the swollen red bud
of her clit, and his fingers scissored inside of her.
Flushed with her fever, flushed with the heat of her arousal, she was too weak
to suppress the little whimpering sounds she made as she felt her orgasm build
deep in the pit of her belly.
“Ah,” she cried
softly, helplessly as the coiling intensity of sensations inside her body
threatened to overwhelm her. “Ah! Ah.....”
she almost sobbed, then sighed as the bright, sweeping
rush of climax feathered over her senses like a gauze veil.
She barely noticed the intrusion of his fingers as he
inserted a small, oval pill elsewhere, barely noticed the satisfied smirk of
achievement that lit Hojo’s face as he wiped his
mouth with the back of one hand. By the time she felt inclined to move, he was
already thoughtfully and discreetly covering her with an ample, soft bath robe.
“There,” he commented cheekily. “Now you’ll be better in no
time.”
“Grr,” Kagome managed, levering
herself up onto her elbows as she shot a sour look at Hojo’s
brilliant smile. “I highly doubt it,”
she added sarcastically. “All you did was take advantage of me!!”
“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Hojo
countered reasonably, “Much better than going to the doctor!”
“Should go to the doctor,” Kagome mumbled, still put out.
“Your ‘cure’ is nothing but a bunch of BS.”
“My cure is perfect. You will appreciate that, tomorrow,”
grinned, quite pleased with himself.
“I better not be sick for my exams,” Kagome threatened
darkly.
“You won’t be,” Hojo assured her.
And she wasn’t, much to her
surprise. Perhaps there was something to Hojo’s
“cures” after all.
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