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The Two-Week Vacation.
A/N: Ok. More explaining. I knew that this would be complicated. I was a teenager, he was in his early thirties, his wife was in her late twenties… I’m trying to tie Inuyasha’s hanyou-ism in with it, and I was trying to cover up the actual ages, but it seems a little important now. I mean, my rep is at stake! I can’t have anyone thinking that I’m a giant pervert who sleeps with really old men. He was… oldER. Not old. And he certainly didn’t LOOK old; he looked like he was in his mid-twenties. And that played along with Inuyasha; as a hanyou, he may be 60, but he only appears to be about Kagome’s age. It still weirds her out that he’s so much older than her, though.
Oh, and we talked last night. And today a little. And last night… well, let’s just say I got some lemon inspiration. FINALLY!
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Chapter Four: The Two-Week Vacation.
Inuyasha kissed Kagome lightly on the cheek. She batted at him playfully with an open hand, but she grinned a girly grin at him. “Sheesh,” she said, looking over the counter at the parking lot. The entire front wall of the lobby was just a giant window with four doors, two entrances and two exits. It was a little dark and rainy outside; not much sunshine to lighten their moods, but the pair weren’t much for caring about privacy these days.
They were both working behind the counter, trying to get the place up and ready for business for the day. It was Kagome’s last day before she left on a two week vacation to the beach with her mom and brother.
He sighed and gave her a long look. Inuyasha didn’t even need to tell her that he was more than a little upset to see her go. He didn’t want to be alone in this awful place with only Kikyo to look forward to at his home. He also knew, though, that she’d been working hard and she deserved a little R&R.
Inuyasha just wished that she could spend those two weeks of no school and no work with him…
He stood there and watched her as she fixed the nacho trays and put together the popper. He loved the way her ass made that little shake as she walked away from him. He daydreamed about her a lot. He wanted her all to himself. And he did have her all to himself these days. But…
He was still technically and legally with Kikyo. They still kissed each other goodbye. They still said the fake “I love you”s at the end of their phone conversations. They still slept in the same bed every night after he got off the phone with Kagome.
But he couldn’t touch her. He had Kagome now to look forward to; everything with Kikyo was just a formality. He just… was waiting for the right moment to tell her that he wanted a divorce. To be honest, he had wanted a divorce for some time, a fact that he had related to Kagome over a month before their relationship even began. He’d told her the story of the night he caught Kikyo red-handed about to have sex with another man, but when Kagome asked if that was the reason he wanted to divorce her, he shook his head. He never wanted to marry the woman; she was dull, and she didn’t use her brain very often. She was very dependent of him, as well. One night, when he was outside talking to Kagome, Kikyo had called him on his cell, and when he answered, she’d asked him the most inane question he had ever heard: “Should I go spend the night at my friend’s house?”
He told Kagome about it, of course. The younger woman got a real laugh from that. “I hope you know,” she told him, “that I don’t even know if I WANT to get married. To anyone.”
Inuyasha had raised one eyebrow at her skeptically. “Really,” he’d stated in a low, disbelieving tone. ‘How could a woman not want to get married?’ he’d thought. ‘I always imagined it was just… hardwired into their central nervous system or something.’ But his mistress shook her head and smiled sweetly. “I might. If I ever DO, though, I will not be calling my husband and ASKING if I can go do something. Hell, I might not even tell him; I’ll just send him a text saying, ‘Going on a weekend trip to Cabo with my buds. See you Monday!’ or something like that.”
He grinned at her on this rainy day as he remembered that conversation. Inuyasha loved the fire in her. She was a fighter, a real firecracker, and he adored it. Sure, Kagome could be a real bitch in an argument, but he could deal with it. He could deal with the bitch if it meant he’d get his firecracker.
Kagome had even been able to quit her waiting job at the restaurant when she got bumped up to be the new, improved Ass Man. The owner had given her a high-end hourly rate, and she clocked about 60-70 hours a week at the theater. Inuyasha loved it; he had been afraid that, if she became the assistant manager, they wouldn’t be able to spend much time together. But she was always with him; she came in on her nights off to help him build films and break them down upstairs, and the two normally ended up on the floor or against the wall [or on the Makeout Table].
Inuyasha didn’t know how he could possibly survive two weeks without Kagome.
When Kagome turned back around right then, she saw Inuyasha standing there, holding a small, black box. Her eyes didn’t need to go popping out of her head, though; it wasn’t near small enough to be a ring box. It was actually about medium sized. When he handed it to her, she looked it over and saw the label and picture on the lid. It was the new mp3 player that had just come out: the Microsoft Zune. It was sleek and black, and it had a huge screen and very manageable buttons. She took it out and listened to some of the songs he had downloaded for her. She even sat and watched on of the videos. When asked why he got it for her [“Because it must’ve cost a bundle!” Kagome gushed], Inuyasha simply smiled and told her, “I thought you’d like to have something to entertain you while your stuck in the car with your family.”
Kagome squealed, ecstatic, and mumbled a completely insincere, “This is too much, I can’t accept this,” even as Inuyasha was giving her the “Don’t-Argue-With-Me-I’m-Older” look. So the young woman just grinned and excitedly thanked him.
Inuyasha groaned and rubbed his face. It had been four days since he had last seen Kagome, the night before she left for her vacation, and he was out here in the parking lot of his apartment building, lying on the hood of his black 1999 Pontiac Firebird. He pulled out his cell phone, decided silently that near midnight was a good enough time as any to call his dear insomniac, and dialed her number.
He got a breathy, “Hey,” right after the first ring.
Inuyasha smirked to himself. “Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured into the mouthpiece. He could imagine her, stretched out in front of him, her long, naked legs running like smooth, soft, tanned, endless rivers. He could taste her sweetness; he remembered the feel of her juices running over his tongue, her warmth running down his chin and smearing on his nose. He could hear her cries of pleasure, her passionate moans, begging him for more…
“So what’d you do today?”
Kagome’s voice broke his fantasy, and he expelled a quiet, hopeless breath as he tried to ignore his throbbing erection. “Okay, I guess,” he replied. “Worked all afternoon and all night. Damn, is it hard to keep that theater running for twelve hours straight!”
Inuyasha heard her sigh on the other end. “You know that you could’ve gone home for a couple hours.”
“What?” he practically exploded. “And let MIROKU run the joint? I think not.”
She laughed; Inuyasha loved that laugh. “Silly. He’s not so careless that he’d intentionally burn the place down. He loves his paychecks too much for that.”
“He could find another job. A better one, in fact. Kid’s got the smarts for it.”
Kagome rolled her eyes at that one. Miroku was her age, so did that mean that she too was just a child to him? She knew that that wasn’t the case, would never BE the case. But it still hit some low-lying nerve for her. She also knew, though, that Miroku and Inuyasha had become fast friends, and they were about as close as she and Sango. Kagome had once brought up the idea of the four of them going on a double date, but Inuyasha claimed they “needed to stay at least a little secretive about their relationship,” and Sango shot it down, saying that Miroku wasn’t yet trained enough to go out in public.
Kagome could understand that. Both of them, as a matter of fact.
Neither of them spoke for a while. They just… enjoyed each other’s presence over the phone. But she knew that Inuyasha needed to be up in the morning for work. He said it first though; she only had to agree, and he was gone. The breath on the other end of the phone disappeared, and she hung up. Kagome watched the little phone for a long time, and then she finally rolled over and went to sleep.
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The first thing she did when she arrived back in town was to go straight to him. He was at work, she knew; it was nearly five in the afternoon. The theater was shut down for an hour, and there was only Miroku guarding the snack bar. When Kagome walked in, Inuyasha stopped as he stared at her.
The first thing he did when he was finished staring was march right over to her, grab her arm roughly, and practically drag her up the stairs to their upstairs office. The moment they were behind closed doors, he stripped her and himself, rubbing his hands all over her soft body. She was like liquid fire to the touch, especially when he used his fingers to part her dripping folds. As Inuyasha ran his hands up and down her smooth, golden legs, he snapped her legs apart suddenly and began to torturously tease her nub with his tongue. She writhed on top of the desk, and she bucked her hips into his mouth, her fingers grabbing at his long, silver hair, and Kagome cried out for more. Taking on hand from her luscious legs, Inuyasha continued his oral torture, swirling his tongue around her clit, and he slowly slid two fingers between her nether lips. Kagome cried out and bucked again, and he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of her, and he allowed his fingers’ pace to quicken with her screams and moans. Finally, Kagome was overcome by her first orgasm, and Inuyasha her from the bottom of her folds to the top, toward her pelvis. He pulled his fingers from her and licked them clean, staring at her intensely as he did. He held Kagome’s gaze as he situated himself between her legs.
It was as if she was in a trance; she couldn’t look away from his eyes. She didn’t even notice as he came to be between her long legs. The trance was finally broken when Kagome felt his rock hard cock sliding inside her, and she shuddered with overpowering pleasure. Her short fingernails clawed at his shoulders, and he grabbed her hips to drive himself further inside her. She licked her lips and rested her chin on his shoulder; she closed her eyes and whispered into Inuyasha’s ear: “More.”
He slid his erection most of the way out of her, then slid it right back in. She clawed at him again, and he gasped when he felt her walls tighten around him, drawing him in. He pulled back to look her in the eye; his expression was surprised. Hers wasn’t. “I didn’t know you could-” He gasped loudly and his eyes rolled into the back of his head when she did it again. He nearly lost himself. When he opened his eyes again, she was watching him hungrily. “More,” she whispered, demanding.
Inuyasha thrust into her, and his thrusts quickened until he was pounding into Kagome. She bucked her hips wildly to meet his, and she arched her back with her next climax, screaming, “Fuck me! Oh, Gods, Inuyasha! Fuck me!”
He felt himself coming to his own orgasm, and he grabbed her hips and glued her against him as he spilled his warm seed inside her. She grabbed his hair and bucked one more time, finishing her own orgasm before collapsing in a sweaty heap in his arms. They stayed there a while, her sitting bare-assed on the desk and he standing, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
He murmured into her hair once more.
This time, Kagome smiled and murmured back, “I love you too.”
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A/N: there you go. Shit, am I tired. Please, review all you like. I enjoy hearing from you. And that’s a true part; I lie not. Welcome-Back Sex is better than Angry Sex and Make-Up Sex combined.
Next Time:
Chapter Five: The Night of No Return.
Oh, and we talked last night. And today a little. And last night… well, let’s just say I got some lemon inspiration. FINALLY!
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Chapter Four: The Two-Week Vacation.
Inuyasha kissed Kagome lightly on the cheek. She batted at him playfully with an open hand, but she grinned a girly grin at him. “Sheesh,” she said, looking over the counter at the parking lot. The entire front wall of the lobby was just a giant window with four doors, two entrances and two exits. It was a little dark and rainy outside; not much sunshine to lighten their moods, but the pair weren’t much for caring about privacy these days.
They were both working behind the counter, trying to get the place up and ready for business for the day. It was Kagome’s last day before she left on a two week vacation to the beach with her mom and brother.
He sighed and gave her a long look. Inuyasha didn’t even need to tell her that he was more than a little upset to see her go. He didn’t want to be alone in this awful place with only Kikyo to look forward to at his home. He also knew, though, that she’d been working hard and she deserved a little R&R.
Inuyasha just wished that she could spend those two weeks of no school and no work with him…
He stood there and watched her as she fixed the nacho trays and put together the popper. He loved the way her ass made that little shake as she walked away from him. He daydreamed about her a lot. He wanted her all to himself. And he did have her all to himself these days. But…
He was still technically and legally with Kikyo. They still kissed each other goodbye. They still said the fake “I love you”s at the end of their phone conversations. They still slept in the same bed every night after he got off the phone with Kagome.
But he couldn’t touch her. He had Kagome now to look forward to; everything with Kikyo was just a formality. He just… was waiting for the right moment to tell her that he wanted a divorce. To be honest, he had wanted a divorce for some time, a fact that he had related to Kagome over a month before their relationship even began. He’d told her the story of the night he caught Kikyo red-handed about to have sex with another man, but when Kagome asked if that was the reason he wanted to divorce her, he shook his head. He never wanted to marry the woman; she was dull, and she didn’t use her brain very often. She was very dependent of him, as well. One night, when he was outside talking to Kagome, Kikyo had called him on his cell, and when he answered, she’d asked him the most inane question he had ever heard: “Should I go spend the night at my friend’s house?”
He told Kagome about it, of course. The younger woman got a real laugh from that. “I hope you know,” she told him, “that I don’t even know if I WANT to get married. To anyone.”
Inuyasha had raised one eyebrow at her skeptically. “Really,” he’d stated in a low, disbelieving tone. ‘How could a woman not want to get married?’ he’d thought. ‘I always imagined it was just… hardwired into their central nervous system or something.’ But his mistress shook her head and smiled sweetly. “I might. If I ever DO, though, I will not be calling my husband and ASKING if I can go do something. Hell, I might not even tell him; I’ll just send him a text saying, ‘Going on a weekend trip to Cabo with my buds. See you Monday!’ or something like that.”
He grinned at her on this rainy day as he remembered that conversation. Inuyasha loved the fire in her. She was a fighter, a real firecracker, and he adored it. Sure, Kagome could be a real bitch in an argument, but he could deal with it. He could deal with the bitch if it meant he’d get his firecracker.
Kagome had even been able to quit her waiting job at the restaurant when she got bumped up to be the new, improved Ass Man. The owner had given her a high-end hourly rate, and she clocked about 60-70 hours a week at the theater. Inuyasha loved it; he had been afraid that, if she became the assistant manager, they wouldn’t be able to spend much time together. But she was always with him; she came in on her nights off to help him build films and break them down upstairs, and the two normally ended up on the floor or against the wall [or on the Makeout Table].
Inuyasha didn’t know how he could possibly survive two weeks without Kagome.
When Kagome turned back around right then, she saw Inuyasha standing there, holding a small, black box. Her eyes didn’t need to go popping out of her head, though; it wasn’t near small enough to be a ring box. It was actually about medium sized. When he handed it to her, she looked it over and saw the label and picture on the lid. It was the new mp3 player that had just come out: the Microsoft Zune. It was sleek and black, and it had a huge screen and very manageable buttons. She took it out and listened to some of the songs he had downloaded for her. She even sat and watched on of the videos. When asked why he got it for her [“Because it must’ve cost a bundle!” Kagome gushed], Inuyasha simply smiled and told her, “I thought you’d like to have something to entertain you while your stuck in the car with your family.”
Kagome squealed, ecstatic, and mumbled a completely insincere, “This is too much, I can’t accept this,” even as Inuyasha was giving her the “Don’t-Argue-With-Me-I’m-Older” look. So the young woman just grinned and excitedly thanked him.
Inuyasha groaned and rubbed his face. It had been four days since he had last seen Kagome, the night before she left for her vacation, and he was out here in the parking lot of his apartment building, lying on the hood of his black 1999 Pontiac Firebird. He pulled out his cell phone, decided silently that near midnight was a good enough time as any to call his dear insomniac, and dialed her number.
He got a breathy, “Hey,” right after the first ring.
Inuyasha smirked to himself. “Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured into the mouthpiece. He could imagine her, stretched out in front of him, her long, naked legs running like smooth, soft, tanned, endless rivers. He could taste her sweetness; he remembered the feel of her juices running over his tongue, her warmth running down his chin and smearing on his nose. He could hear her cries of pleasure, her passionate moans, begging him for more…
“So what’d you do today?”
Kagome’s voice broke his fantasy, and he expelled a quiet, hopeless breath as he tried to ignore his throbbing erection. “Okay, I guess,” he replied. “Worked all afternoon and all night. Damn, is it hard to keep that theater running for twelve hours straight!”
Inuyasha heard her sigh on the other end. “You know that you could’ve gone home for a couple hours.”
“What?” he practically exploded. “And let MIROKU run the joint? I think not.”
She laughed; Inuyasha loved that laugh. “Silly. He’s not so careless that he’d intentionally burn the place down. He loves his paychecks too much for that.”
“He could find another job. A better one, in fact. Kid’s got the smarts for it.”
Kagome rolled her eyes at that one. Miroku was her age, so did that mean that she too was just a child to him? She knew that that wasn’t the case, would never BE the case. But it still hit some low-lying nerve for her. She also knew, though, that Miroku and Inuyasha had become fast friends, and they were about as close as she and Sango. Kagome had once brought up the idea of the four of them going on a double date, but Inuyasha claimed they “needed to stay at least a little secretive about their relationship,” and Sango shot it down, saying that Miroku wasn’t yet trained enough to go out in public.
Kagome could understand that. Both of them, as a matter of fact.
Neither of them spoke for a while. They just… enjoyed each other’s presence over the phone. But she knew that Inuyasha needed to be up in the morning for work. He said it first though; she only had to agree, and he was gone. The breath on the other end of the phone disappeared, and she hung up. Kagome watched the little phone for a long time, and then she finally rolled over and went to sleep.
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The first thing she did when she arrived back in town was to go straight to him. He was at work, she knew; it was nearly five in the afternoon. The theater was shut down for an hour, and there was only Miroku guarding the snack bar. When Kagome walked in, Inuyasha stopped as he stared at her.
The first thing he did when he was finished staring was march right over to her, grab her arm roughly, and practically drag her up the stairs to their upstairs office. The moment they were behind closed doors, he stripped her and himself, rubbing his hands all over her soft body. She was like liquid fire to the touch, especially when he used his fingers to part her dripping folds. As Inuyasha ran his hands up and down her smooth, golden legs, he snapped her legs apart suddenly and began to torturously tease her nub with his tongue. She writhed on top of the desk, and she bucked her hips into his mouth, her fingers grabbing at his long, silver hair, and Kagome cried out for more. Taking on hand from her luscious legs, Inuyasha continued his oral torture, swirling his tongue around her clit, and he slowly slid two fingers between her nether lips. Kagome cried out and bucked again, and he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of her, and he allowed his fingers’ pace to quicken with her screams and moans. Finally, Kagome was overcome by her first orgasm, and Inuyasha her from the bottom of her folds to the top, toward her pelvis. He pulled his fingers from her and licked them clean, staring at her intensely as he did. He held Kagome’s gaze as he situated himself between her legs.
It was as if she was in a trance; she couldn’t look away from his eyes. She didn’t even notice as he came to be between her long legs. The trance was finally broken when Kagome felt his rock hard cock sliding inside her, and she shuddered with overpowering pleasure. Her short fingernails clawed at his shoulders, and he grabbed her hips to drive himself further inside her. She licked her lips and rested her chin on his shoulder; she closed her eyes and whispered into Inuyasha’s ear: “More.”
He slid his erection most of the way out of her, then slid it right back in. She clawed at him again, and he gasped when he felt her walls tighten around him, drawing him in. He pulled back to look her in the eye; his expression was surprised. Hers wasn’t. “I didn’t know you could-” He gasped loudly and his eyes rolled into the back of his head when she did it again. He nearly lost himself. When he opened his eyes again, she was watching him hungrily. “More,” she whispered, demanding.
Inuyasha thrust into her, and his thrusts quickened until he was pounding into Kagome. She bucked her hips wildly to meet his, and she arched her back with her next climax, screaming, “Fuck me! Oh, Gods, Inuyasha! Fuck me!”
He felt himself coming to his own orgasm, and he grabbed her hips and glued her against him as he spilled his warm seed inside her. She grabbed his hair and bucked one more time, finishing her own orgasm before collapsing in a sweaty heap in his arms. They stayed there a while, her sitting bare-assed on the desk and he standing, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
He murmured into her hair once more.
This time, Kagome smiled and murmured back, “I love you too.”
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A/N: there you go. Shit, am I tired. Please, review all you like. I enjoy hearing from you. And that’s a true part; I lie not. Welcome-Back Sex is better than Angry Sex and Make-Up Sex combined.
Next Time:
Chapter Five: The Night of No Return.