An Entirely Different Kind of Cheating
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,585
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter Five
A/N: Alright, I had a lot of trouble with this. I wasn’t sure whether or not to go through what I had planned at first for Inuyasha’s surprise (you’ll see why in a minute) but in the end I went with it because I thought it would be kind of cute, and show a different side of the characters. I hope you guys like it, but I’m sorry in advance if it’s just eye-roll-inducing.
Responses!
Myztik Shadows: Whew! I’m glad you liked the comic thing with Sango! I was really worried about that! Hmm, what indeed? Well, you are soon to see what Kagome sees! Thanks for the review!
Drew: Wow, thanks, I’m flattered! Yeah, I just figured that we needed a little comedy before getting into all that “Oh my god, you kill people! How did I not see this coming?!?!” stuff. Haha, yeah, that particular mindset is such a fun one! Thanks so much for your great review!
Bunnie: Yeah, that’s the problem with starting out a romance like the one in my story: it just kind of exploded into existence, and now…they’re kind of in a relationship with a stranger. Then again, it makes for some fun writing, so it’s all good! Thanks a lot for the review!
Fallenangel7583: Hmmm…that is a good point. After all, if the old geezers jump on him for trying to help, think of how pissed they must be when he shows mercy, and towards a human no less? I LOVE how perceptive you are about these things! Ooh, sorry for the misunderstanding! Actually, to be honest, I’m not sure where exactly they’re from. Probably a suburb of Kyoto or something; near a big city, but not as glamorous as Tokyo. Oh, I was talking about Koharu. I just thought that the idea of her with a bat, going psycho on Sango was too hilarious to pass up. Her jealous rage kind of pushed her a little over the edge! Yah, I like Sesshy! I have officially decided on his role in this story, thankfully, as I had no idea where to put him! Thanks for the wonderful review, and good to hear from ya again!
xXlovablekdXx: Haha! I will most definitely try to keep up the pace, and thanks for the review!
In this chapter: Ahoy! PORN dead ahead! It’s coming right at us! Abandon ship! And clothes!!!!
Oh, and Kagome gets acquainted with Inuyasha’s other half (and I don’t mean his bottom half).
PREPARE FOR FLUFF!!!!
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Chapter Five
Inuyasha’s eyes hungrily took in the sight before him.
Kagome was standing in the doorway of the spa room in a dark red one-piece bathing suit that clung to her in exactly the right places and tied at the back of her neck, and a white cotton bathrobe hung open over it. She looked like a vision in all his favorite colors as her black hair swayed slightly.
“You like it?” he asked, voice coming out the least bit gravelly.
“Is it always like this?” Kagome gasped, eyeing the mostly white room. The lights were dim and there were candles everywhere. Curtains had been strung over the middle square spa pool, and they draped at all four corners in sensuous waves of cream fabric. Red and white rose petals were interspersed over the lightly steaming water, floating lazily along and catching the flickering lights of the candles.
Usually Inuyasha didn’t go in for the clichéd rose-petals-and-candles-thing (that is to say, he never did), but this was a special occasion, and he would have bet half his annual profit that Kagome was the kind of girl who would swoon for a setting like this one.
“Nah. I made a few changes.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
Yep. Inuyasha had been right; he could see the awe reflected in her eyes. That was the wonderful thing about clichéd notions: once everyone got used to the fact that they were overused and stopped doing it, it became an original thing to do once again. A perfectly wonderful full circle.
Inuyasha sauntered over and took her hand. He led her across the creamy marble floor and stopped her in front of a massage table. He slipped behind her and his hands snuck under the collar of the bathrobe and slowly pulled it down her arms as he kissed her neck at the edge of her jaw. The robe collapsed to the floor and his hands settled on her hips.
“Lie down on the table,” he whispered, and nipped once at her ear.
She shivered, but followed his instruction and hoisted herself delicately onto the table, they lay down on her stomach. He was very pleased to see that her bathing suit didn’t actually have any back to speak of, which not only gave him easy access, but showed off the divine lines of her back delectably.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked.
“Fine,” she replied offhandedly. “Uh…why am I lying on a table?”
“Because, koishii, I’m going to give you a massage.”
Kagome’s eyes widened as she turned her head to look at him. “Really.”
He nodded. “Close your eyes and relax.”
Inuyasha had the guilty feeling that he was going to enjoy this just as much if not more than Kagome.
He didn’t bother using any oils, as he couldn’t stand the feel of them on his hands, and he refused to believe that some greasy gook could make his touch feel any better than it already did. His theory was that if his touch wasn’t unsurpassable, he wasn’t working hard enough.
Eager to get his hands on her, Inuyasha sidled up to Kagome and pressed his hands firmly to her lower back.
And that was the end of Inuyasha’s conscious thought.
From then on, he was lost in the heavenly feel of Kagome’s skin against his fingers and those delicious noises she made when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He remained cautious around the area of her back covered by the band-aid, but she never once complained, and her scent never betrayed any pain whatsoever.
His fingertips put delicately strong force over her ribs, and occasionally he’d flick his claws across her skin, or lean down to kiss where his fingers rubbed.
Kagome’s back would arch or curve with his motions, and she had her face pressed into the pillow. It didn’t hide her little moans of enjoyment.
After a good amount of time, he gently rolled Kagome over and lifted her easily into his arms for the second time that day. She languidly put her arms around his neck as he carried her, and tilted her head dreamily against his shoulder. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought she was actually purring as he knelt and slowly slid her into the warm water of the spa.
She gasped at the feeling, but settled in, moaning and sliding a little deeper into the water. Inuyasha took a few seconds to watch as flower petals cautiously ventured up, riding on tiny ripples, to hesitantly touch at the beautiful creature bathing in their midst, before shying away to the other side of the small pool, skipping and skimming along the surface of the water. A fascinating, light flush developed in Kagome’s cheeks and she sighed, her eyes closed in delight.
Sparing no more time, Inuyasha removed his silver and black tie, followed by the rest of his suit. He hadn’t brought a bathing suit of any kind, so he decided to spare Kagome’s rather innocent eyes and go for a swim in his boxers.
Feeling the ripples caused by Inuyasha joining her, Kagome opened her eyes and beamed up at him. She held her arms out to him, and he scooted close and took hold of her.
It seemed she had forgiven him.
Inuyasha fluidly situated Kagome so she was facing him, one leg on either side of his own, and pulled her closer. He leaned up and captured her lips for the first time in far too long. Okay, so he’d kissed her earlier that evening, but it felt like days and days had elapsed between then and now.
One hand slipped onto the now-familiar skin of her lower back, and the other softly gripped the side and back of her neck.
She moaned and gracefully arched closer to him, begging to be touched more.
He deepened the kiss and let the hand on her back slide over to her leg, to tease at the sensitive flesh of her thigh.
Kagome whimpered, and Inuyasha had to admit that he was slightly surprised when her lips left his, only to begin kissing down the strong column of his throat. He leaned his head back on a sigh, and his eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Kagome kissing intimately at his collarbones.
His back arched as Kagome’s nails scraped sinuously from the base of his spine all the way to his shoulders. Her other hand flitted across his chest and over his abs.
“Kagome,” he groaned, and decided that she’d had enough playtime, and now was a perfect time to take control again.
Supporting them both with one hand and securing Kagome to him with the other, he flipped them and sat her on the bench before pressing her back to the inclined slope of the back of the seat, making sure to support her so as not to hurt her shoulder.
Inuyasha’s fingers trailed from her hand which was suddenly, sweetly on his cheek, down her arm, over her shoulder, across her breasts, and down her stomach to the opposite hip. A grin spread across his face at Kagome’s welcoming moan. He removed his hand and pressed himself to her tightly, bending his head to brush his tongue over her pulse point.
She obviously liked the way his fingers traced unhurriedly over her ribs, and he filed the knowledge away, seeing as those mewls were too perfect to never hear again.
He traced her ribs up to her breast and cupped her through her bathing suit, enjoying immensely the look on her face as he kneaded her skin, the way she clenched her bottom lip between her teeth. He leaned forward and kissed her as he continued his motions, not wanting her to accidentally hurt herself. And maybe the act was a little selfish too, seeing as kissing her brought on a feeling akin to complete and utter bliss. Especially with his hands on her body as they were.
He was half-kneeling over her, one hand on her breast, the other bracing her back, kissing her as deeply as he could, when one hand slid from where it had been clinging to his shoulder and slid down his back, lithely gliding along his skin, to grip firmly at his backside.
Automatically, Inuyasha shifted forward, pressing himself to the heat he could feel clearly through the water.
Kagome gasped, breaking their kiss, and her hands clenched.
“In-Inuyasha,” she stuttered, looking up at him with beautiful eyes half lidded with want. Her knees came up to press her legs over his hips.
Inuyasha groaned, and worked very hard to keep still, instead focusing on pinching subtly at her nipple, calling her attention back to his hand. He wanted to make good use of the other hand as well, but he didn’t want her back pressing against the wall of the pool, for fear of reopening the cut.
His tongue slid down the low neckline of her suit, and she arched longingly as he reached just a bit of the valley between her breasts. Kagome’s taste and a bit of water trickled into his mouth as he paused to kiss and lick there further, and he gripped her breast just a little harder. Her thighs squeezed around him, and he dragged his hand straight down the center of her body, feeling the muscles in her svelte stomach contract as he passed over them. He slid his hand onto her hip and held her hipbone in the palm of his hand as he nipped at the side of her covered breast.
Kagome groaned in frustration and pressed her hips firmly against his, pressing her heat against him.
Inuyasha bit his lip and smoothed his hand solidly over her side.
Kagome’s breath expelled on a short, breathy moan, and she pressed her lower body against him harder, trying futilely to quell her need. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her hands were frozen on his shoulder and his ass. He could smell the frustration and the longing rolling off her, infesting the waters with the tantalizing combination of scents.
Inuyasha gave in and gripped her hip tightly. “Like this, Koibitto,” he told her, and moved her hip as he pushed against her strongly.
She cried out and her back caved, bringing her head up to rest at his shoulder. She pressed against him desperately.
Inuyasha rolled against her again, rubbing his sex firmly against hers, and guiding her into a rhythm. Soon, she was lifting her hips in time with his, and she urged him forcefully against her with the pressure on his backside.
“Fuck, Kagome,” he nearly whimpered, and his hand moved from her hip to the wall behind her to support himself better.
A few strokes were a few too many for Inuyasha to handle, and his hand slid out from under her back to help the other peel her bathing suit off her. Their arms were a tangle of frenzied limbs as they both worked to remove each other’s suit as quickly as possible.
Inuyasha cursed as the water made him lose his grip yet again.
Finally, blessedly, he got her suit all the way off her, and she succeeded in lowering his boxers.
Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and then they were out of the pool, and he was carrying them to the nearby lounge area of the spa. They were sopping wet, and it would most likely ruin the damn couch, but he couldn’t possibly have cared less as he lay Kagome down gently and settled himself over her. He’d be damned if their first time together would be in a pool. All he heard was Kagome’s breathing as he paused, every muscle in his body tense, and trying to collect himself at least to the point where he could consciously and in good conscience proceed.
“Kagome…” He looked into her eyes, and she stared at him trustingly, longingly. “Are you sure about this, Koishii?”
She swallowed once, then reached up and kissed his cheek before lowering herself again and nodding.
Inuyasha resituated himself between her legs, and repositioned her legs over his hips. Her arms went around him and he kissed her before gripping her back to keep it from scraping on the couch, and pushed himself into her in one smooth stroke.
He broke the kiss as his head rolled back and he groaned deeply at the feeling of being inside her. “Kagome.”
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The feeling was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and the pain was totally different than anything ever described to her. It was a pain and a joy beyond any point words could possibly reach. It wasn’t until she felt a tear trekking down her face that she actually realized that it hurt.
“Relax, Koibitto,” Inuyasha whispered to her lovingly, “let it be.”
Gasping for shaking breaths, she made a conscious effort to unclench her body, and, after a few moments, found herself feeling more complete than she ever had. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing she’d ever experienced, but those thoughts disintegrated from existence when he pressed his hips to hers.
Her eyes were wide with wonder, looking straight into the molten amber gaze above her. Inuyasha’s eyes flickered, then closed entirely as he drove into her again.
Every stroke felt like the most exquisite fullness imaginable, and soon she was writhing, pleading for more.
Within minutes he had her crying his name, moving perfectly with him, and clinging to his shoulders as he pushed into her a little harder every time.
Her entire being flexed and pulsed as Inuyasha brought her closer to what she knew now that she could obtain. With a curse, he drove into her harder, kissing her neck and groaning.
She screamed when he pushed them over the edge, and she felt Inuyasha’s muscles quivering a split second before she came.
Their cries mixed together and blended just the same as they did. His name passed her lips as everything she thought constituted her world fell apart to give way to this bright new reality, this embodiment of pure fulfillment.
All was still for a few moments before Inuyasha, shaking, slid apart from her and flopped onto his back by her side. He slide one arm under her back and pulled her to him. He tucked her head under his chin and listened to his erratic breathing and felt the sharp swell and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe regularly.
“Kagome,” was all he said.
After a moment, Kagome thought she remembered how to move, and curled herself closer to him. She realized her own breathing was just as uneven as his. She pressed her face into his neck, and relaxed against him.
Inuyasha gripped her tighter and kissed her head.
“I hadn’t,” Inuyasha said with deliberately controlled breaths, “planned for our first time to be in a spa.”
Kagome laughed and smoothed her hand across his chest. There were no words.
“Oh,” Inuyasha chuckled, and lifted his head. “I brought wine. Forgot about that.” He shrugged it off and settled down again.
Kagome looked up at him. “Candles, rose-petals, and wine? Who would ever have thought that you were the romantic type?”
He grinned and kissed her softly. “I’m not. But I thought you’d like it.”
She smiled up at him happily. “I did.” Kagome shifted so she was all but lying on top of him, one of her legs wrapped around his, her head resting on his shoulder, and her hand on his chest.
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Inuyasha held her securely with one arm, and placed the other hand over the one on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling as Kagome nuzzled his neck and moved around slightly until she was comfortable. She kissed his neck and snuggled in completely. He could smell her satisfaction, her contentment.
But all was not well in the vast, acid-rain-polluted-forest that was Inuyasha’s mind. “Kagome…”
“Yeeeess,” she laughed at his slow delivery.
“Kagome, you can’t leave.”
He felt her eyelashes flickering against his skin as she blinked, then looked up at him. “I didn’t realize I was planning on it.”
“I mean at the end of your vacation. Honestly, I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t want you going back. I want you to stay with me.” He looked down at her, returning her gaze.
“How?” she breathed. “I mean…I couldn’t possibly afford-”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about the money.” He stroked her cheek. “You’ll stay with me.”
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Kagome’s heart skipped a few beats, and she wondered if Inuyasha could feel it. “I will?”
He kissed her forehead slowly, and caressed her neck. “Hai. I’ll take care of you, Koishii. I promise.”
For once, the protective remark didn’t bother her at all. In fact, it dove straight into her chest to pull on her heartstrings, and finally sent a message to her brain that the comment was undeniably sweet. However, there wasn’t much chance of acting upon the newfound decision, because she could feel her eyes drifting closed. She simply nodded and curled into him again, her head between his neck and shoulder.
“I love you, Inuyasha,” she told him on a sigh, and then sleep overtook her.
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Inuyasha awoke to find that he was wrapped firmly around Kagome, and they were still on the couch in the spa room. He blinked a few times, then realized what had awoken him.
Kagome was tossing, hands clenching at nothing, shifting restlessly within the confine of his arms. What the hell? They’d just had sex for the first time, and she was having a nightmare? Well, that was a blow to his ego.
“Kagome,” he mumbled, and tugged her closer. He kissed her head to soothe her, but she only struggled more.
She whimpered pathetically, and it got Inuyasha’s full attention. He propped himself up on one elbow and touched her cheek gently. He called her name, but the only answer he received was the tear that slid down her cheek. He wiped away the tear and smoothed her hair away from her face, but she thrashed and cringed, as if from his touch.
“Kagome!” He gripped her shoulder softly and tried to rouse her. “Kagome!”
With a gasp, she shot into a sitting position. “Daddy!” she screamed.
Inuyasha frowned. Daddy?
He made to sit up, but at that moment, Kagome’s miko aura went rushing out of her in a torrent, and the sensation of it passing through him made him nauseous. He swallowed thickly. “Kagome?” he groaned, pulling himself up by the back of the couch. “What is it?”
She turned to him with haunted eyes. “Inuyasha,” she cried, tears streaking her face. “I think something bad is happening.”
Inuyasha enfolded her in his arms. “Everything’s alright, Kagome, it was just a dream.”
She shook her head. “No…no, something bad is happening.”
Inuyasha frowned and did a quick check of the hotel, expanding his hearing to its fullest extent. Sure enough, he picked up something in the casino. Focusing harder, he heard the frantic shouts of security guards. Then the first gunshot erupted through the air, and he was suddenly in motion.
With a hold around Kagome’s waist, he sat her gingerly onto the couch, then stood and went to his clothes.
“Damn,” he swore as he remembered that his boxers had gone for a swim with him, and were currently floating in the spa bath. Looks like he’d be going commando. He swiftly pulled on his pants and stuck his arms through his shirt.
“Kagome, stay here. I’ll come and get you.”
“What’s going on?” she asked, shyly covering her body. “I just sensed a bad aura.”
“It’s that goddamn wolf. I’ll take care of it, but until I come and get you, stay here.”
She nodded, and he left, buttoning his shirt as he ran for the stairwell.
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Kagome shivered when he was gone and stood to go to her bathrobe that had long since been abandoned on the cold floor. She winced, realizing she was sore in some very interesting places, and pulled the soft terrycloth robe closed, then tied it around her waist.
Finding nothing to do but sit and wait for Inuyasha, she did just that. She propped herself up onto the massage-table once again, too embarrassed at the thoughts of what had happened on the couch not long before to go back and sit on it.
It wasn’t long before she caught motion in her peripheral vision, which she recognized as the door opening. Amazed that Inuyasha was back so soon, Kagome looked to the doorway.
But it was not Inuyasha who was now in the room with her.
It was Kouga, and he was walking towards her, as if she were his prey.
Kagome stumbled from the table and stood facing him defensively.
“Oh, Daishyo’s bitch. Good to see you again, sweetie.” In the blink of an eye, Kouga was in front of her, and he gripped her wrists.
“Don’t touch me,” she warned bitterly, and tried to tug her hands away.
He transferred both her wrists to one of his hands, and used the other to grip one side of her neck, and he brought his face to the other and inhaled deeply.
“Get off me!” Kagome yelled angrily, trying to thrash away from him, but she stilled at the feeling of the tips of his claws digging into her neck.
He was grinning at her lazily, and his hand was trailing to her collarbone, and then lower. “You smell like sex,” he whispered, leaning into her ear.
“Stop!” She backed up, horrified and trying to pry her hands away, but to no avail. He just looked at her amusedly.
Kagome had never purposely hurt someone, with or without her miko powers. She wasn’t sure if she could summon the will to do so now.
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“Shit,” Inuyasha cursed. “Where the hell did that bastard go?”
Inuyasha despised this situation.
There were lowerclass wolf youkai everywhere, firing guns randomly, hitting anything they could; slot machines, chandeliers, even people. The second Inuyasha had erupted from the stairwell, all attention had been turned to him, and he was only fast enough to escape with his life. As it was, there was currently a nine-millimeter hole in his arm, and it didn’t feel too wonderful.
Possibly the worst part of it all was that his most valuable assets currently weren’t the security guards he’d handpicked and hired himself, they were Kagome’s idiot cousin and his girlfriend. They were taking out wolves left and right.
Inuyasha sniffed for Kouga’s scent. It took a moment to single it out past the smell of blood and recently-fired guns, and while fighting nonetheless, but he managed, and his stomach slid sickly into his toes.
“Kagome,” he said in realization, and took the guy he was fighting out with one punch.
“What did you just say?” Sango demanded from only a few feet away.
He ignored her, already sprinting back to the spa room, but he didn’t miss her call to Miroku, and he heard their footsteps coming after him.
He tuned it out as he concentrated on going faster, bounding up the stairs, and down the seemingly endless hallway.
“You fucking bitch!” he heard from fifty feet away, and pushed himself faster. He exploded through the doors to see Kouga stumbling towards Kagome, swinging his fists at her.
Then Inuyasha had the back of Kouga’s neck clenched in his hand, and he threw him against the wall so hard the tile shattered. He turned to Kagome and saw that she seemed to be alright, but she was shaking, and fear was emanating from her.
Inuyasha clenched his teeth and turned back to Kouga, who wasn’t getting up nearly as fast as he’d thought he would.
That’s when it hit him: Kagome had fried the bastard.
There were burn marks on the youkai’s skin, and Inuyasha could tell by the thin trail of blood seeping from his ears that his eardrums were burst. Good.
He turned back to Kagome to more thoroughly examine her, as it seemed it would be a while before Kouga was worth his notice again, and he backed a few steps toward her, watching the wolf out of the corner of his eye. The stench of her fear was overpowering, and later he would assume that that was why he hadn’t picked up on the scent of blood earlier. There were tiny specks of blood on her neck, obviously where his claws had pricked her, and a flush was gathering at her cheek where a faint cut told of a hand striking her. The amount of blood he smelled didn’t make sense until he realized that the cut on her back must have reopened.
Kouga didn’t stand a chance.
The man hadn’t even made it to his feet when Inuyasha was gripping him and hauling him up by his collar and slamming him once again against the wall. Inuyasha reeled back and punched the fucker for all he was worth.
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Kagome’s knees gave out, and she ended up in a crouch, clutching her arms. She heard clattering footsteps, and soon Sango and Miroku appeared behind the door, nearly missing the room before jerking to a halt.
Kagome turned her attention back to Inuyasha…if he even still qualified as Inuyasha. She didn’t recognize the demon before her, pummeling the shit out of Kouga.
Inuyasha’s eyes had darkened into matching blood-red hues, and there were purple streaks across his face. He was bleeding profusely from a hidden wound in his arm (which he didn’t even seem to notice) and the viciousness with which he attacked Kouga was scaring her.
Finally, Inuyasha stopped, only to throw Kouga carelessly to the ground, and turn to her. There was blood all over his hands, and soaking his entire left sleeve, as well as spattered across his white dress shirt.
Kagome stared at him in fear, and scooted back a little, not wanting Inuyasha to turn his violent energy onto her.
Then he was blocked from her view by Miroku, who was suddenly in front of her, protecting her as he always did.
That is, until Inuyasha grabbed hold of his shoulder and shoved him to the side.
“Miroku!” Kagome shouted as he struck the wall. She retreated more, but the action only seemed to anger this demon Inuyasha even more.
He knelt to his knees in front of her, and eyed her carefully. She didn’t know when exactly he’d taken her into his arms, but he had, and his embrace felt exactly the same as it always did. He was soothing, strong, and all-encompassing as he held her against himself. She let her head fall against his chest in relief. This was Inuyasha; her Inuyasha.
She slipped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
His gentle growl reverberated through her, and he nuzzled the side of her head.
She found herself in being carried again, and he was walking straight out the door. Kagome pulled herself up a little to look over his shoulder at Sango, who was sitting with Miroku’s head cradled in her lap as Miroku groaned and touched gingerly at a cut on his forehead.
“Sango!” she called once, and Sango looked at her, eyes haunted and angry and full of blame.
Kagome wanted to go back, to take care of Miroku as he would have taken care of her, to talk to Sango and apologize, but she knew already that Inuyasha wouldn’t listen to her if she asked to be put down, and there was no way she could escape his grasp.
He took her back to his room and, once again, laid her carefully on his bed. This routine was getting old.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome protested, and sat up. “I’m not cooperating until you change back.”
Inuyasha growled warningly, and tried to press against her shoulders, but she resisted.
“I’m serious, Inuyasha.” She touched his cheek.
He gripped the bedspread, and his eyes flickered amber for just a second, but returned to their bloody color. With an angry roar, he shook his head, snarling seemingly at himself for daring to interfere. It was all very strange.
“Inuyasha, please.”
He turned to her irately, elongated fangs bared in a snarl, this time clearly growling ferociously at her.
Kagome swallowed heavily, and leaned forward. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him sweetly.
She felt his muscles tense, but after a few worrisome seconds, he relaxed, and his hands came up to hold her, and he kissed her back.
When their kiss ended, his eyes were back to their normal amber shade.
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“Do you remember why I moved into your house when you were fourteen?”
Kagome gasped and whirled to see that it was Miroku addressing her. Immediately, she went on the defensive. “I’m not going to let you lecture me, Miroku. Enough is enough.”
“I asked you a question, Kagome.” His eyes seemed darker than normal, and his scowl was one of utter contempt and disappointment. “Do you remember why I moved in with you?”
“Goddammit, Miroku, I don’t want to talk about when you moved in! Why do you constantly have to bring that up and use it against me?! Don’t you think that five years is plenty of time to forget about something like that?! But I can’t forget with you reminding me of it every single day!”
Miroku just shook his head, silently acknowledging the fact that they both knew that forgetting was impossible, whether they talked about it or not. “So what do you want? You want me to give up and let you get hurt again?”
“You didn’t let me get hurt, Miroku.”
With a sigh, he turned away. “We’ve had this discussion before, Kagome. Just…for once, make the right choice, okay? The two of us have bad habits of doing the wrong thing.”
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A/N: Makes ya think, ne?
Haha, stuck a little bit of the second movie in there!
I think I spent more time trying to find the right songs to fit the mood to listen to while writing the lemon than writing the actual scene.
Well, this was my first lemon, and oh my god, I never thought writing a lemon could be so difficult! It’s just that there are so many sex-terms that I wanted to stay away from in this chapter, because I feel that they would have made the tone a little inelegant, so I had to think up other ways not to repeat myself but still get the ideas across. I’m not sure if I succeeded at all, and I was a little bit disappointed with the turn out.
I’ve decided that Kagome be seriously in denial, or just be the most mushy girl in the world, to forget that her boyfriend is a murderer and let herself be swooned and seduced after arguing with him about it. But hey, it worked out well for us, right?
You see what I meant?? I mean, the rose petal thing is sooooo clichéd, and I was completely hesitant about using it, but I decided that the only thing that could really distract her would be something overly dramatic and ridiculously romantic.
Hope you enjoyed, and please, please review!
~Schrodinger’s Cat
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Myztik Shadows: Whew! I’m glad you liked the comic thing with Sango! I was really worried about that! Hmm, what indeed? Well, you are soon to see what Kagome sees! Thanks for the review!
Drew: Wow, thanks, I’m flattered! Yeah, I just figured that we needed a little comedy before getting into all that “Oh my god, you kill people! How did I not see this coming?!?!” stuff. Haha, yeah, that particular mindset is such a fun one! Thanks so much for your great review!
Bunnie: Yeah, that’s the problem with starting out a romance like the one in my story: it just kind of exploded into existence, and now…they’re kind of in a relationship with a stranger. Then again, it makes for some fun writing, so it’s all good! Thanks a lot for the review!
Fallenangel7583: Hmmm…that is a good point. After all, if the old geezers jump on him for trying to help, think of how pissed they must be when he shows mercy, and towards a human no less? I LOVE how perceptive you are about these things! Ooh, sorry for the misunderstanding! Actually, to be honest, I’m not sure where exactly they’re from. Probably a suburb of Kyoto or something; near a big city, but not as glamorous as Tokyo. Oh, I was talking about Koharu. I just thought that the idea of her with a bat, going psycho on Sango was too hilarious to pass up. Her jealous rage kind of pushed her a little over the edge! Yah, I like Sesshy! I have officially decided on his role in this story, thankfully, as I had no idea where to put him! Thanks for the wonderful review, and good to hear from ya again!
xXlovablekdXx: Haha! I will most definitely try to keep up the pace, and thanks for the review!
In this chapter: Ahoy! PORN dead ahead! It’s coming right at us! Abandon ship! And clothes!!!!
Oh, and Kagome gets acquainted with Inuyasha’s other half (and I don’t mean his bottom half).
PREPARE FOR FLUFF!!!!
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Chapter Five
Inuyasha’s eyes hungrily took in the sight before him.
Kagome was standing in the doorway of the spa room in a dark red one-piece bathing suit that clung to her in exactly the right places and tied at the back of her neck, and a white cotton bathrobe hung open over it. She looked like a vision in all his favorite colors as her black hair swayed slightly.
“You like it?” he asked, voice coming out the least bit gravelly.
“Is it always like this?” Kagome gasped, eyeing the mostly white room. The lights were dim and there were candles everywhere. Curtains had been strung over the middle square spa pool, and they draped at all four corners in sensuous waves of cream fabric. Red and white rose petals were interspersed over the lightly steaming water, floating lazily along and catching the flickering lights of the candles.
Usually Inuyasha didn’t go in for the clichéd rose-petals-and-candles-thing (that is to say, he never did), but this was a special occasion, and he would have bet half his annual profit that Kagome was the kind of girl who would swoon for a setting like this one.
“Nah. I made a few changes.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
Yep. Inuyasha had been right; he could see the awe reflected in her eyes. That was the wonderful thing about clichéd notions: once everyone got used to the fact that they were overused and stopped doing it, it became an original thing to do once again. A perfectly wonderful full circle.
Inuyasha sauntered over and took her hand. He led her across the creamy marble floor and stopped her in front of a massage table. He slipped behind her and his hands snuck under the collar of the bathrobe and slowly pulled it down her arms as he kissed her neck at the edge of her jaw. The robe collapsed to the floor and his hands settled on her hips.
“Lie down on the table,” he whispered, and nipped once at her ear.
She shivered, but followed his instruction and hoisted herself delicately onto the table, they lay down on her stomach. He was very pleased to see that her bathing suit didn’t actually have any back to speak of, which not only gave him easy access, but showed off the divine lines of her back delectably.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked.
“Fine,” she replied offhandedly. “Uh…why am I lying on a table?”
“Because, koishii, I’m going to give you a massage.”
Kagome’s eyes widened as she turned her head to look at him. “Really.”
He nodded. “Close your eyes and relax.”
Inuyasha had the guilty feeling that he was going to enjoy this just as much if not more than Kagome.
He didn’t bother using any oils, as he couldn’t stand the feel of them on his hands, and he refused to believe that some greasy gook could make his touch feel any better than it already did. His theory was that if his touch wasn’t unsurpassable, he wasn’t working hard enough.
Eager to get his hands on her, Inuyasha sidled up to Kagome and pressed his hands firmly to her lower back.
And that was the end of Inuyasha’s conscious thought.
From then on, he was lost in the heavenly feel of Kagome’s skin against his fingers and those delicious noises she made when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He remained cautious around the area of her back covered by the band-aid, but she never once complained, and her scent never betrayed any pain whatsoever.
His fingertips put delicately strong force over her ribs, and occasionally he’d flick his claws across her skin, or lean down to kiss where his fingers rubbed.
Kagome’s back would arch or curve with his motions, and she had her face pressed into the pillow. It didn’t hide her little moans of enjoyment.
After a good amount of time, he gently rolled Kagome over and lifted her easily into his arms for the second time that day. She languidly put her arms around his neck as he carried her, and tilted her head dreamily against his shoulder. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought she was actually purring as he knelt and slowly slid her into the warm water of the spa.
She gasped at the feeling, but settled in, moaning and sliding a little deeper into the water. Inuyasha took a few seconds to watch as flower petals cautiously ventured up, riding on tiny ripples, to hesitantly touch at the beautiful creature bathing in their midst, before shying away to the other side of the small pool, skipping and skimming along the surface of the water. A fascinating, light flush developed in Kagome’s cheeks and she sighed, her eyes closed in delight.
Sparing no more time, Inuyasha removed his silver and black tie, followed by the rest of his suit. He hadn’t brought a bathing suit of any kind, so he decided to spare Kagome’s rather innocent eyes and go for a swim in his boxers.
Feeling the ripples caused by Inuyasha joining her, Kagome opened her eyes and beamed up at him. She held her arms out to him, and he scooted close and took hold of her.
It seemed she had forgiven him.
Inuyasha fluidly situated Kagome so she was facing him, one leg on either side of his own, and pulled her closer. He leaned up and captured her lips for the first time in far too long. Okay, so he’d kissed her earlier that evening, but it felt like days and days had elapsed between then and now.
One hand slipped onto the now-familiar skin of her lower back, and the other softly gripped the side and back of her neck.
She moaned and gracefully arched closer to him, begging to be touched more.
He deepened the kiss and let the hand on her back slide over to her leg, to tease at the sensitive flesh of her thigh.
Kagome whimpered, and Inuyasha had to admit that he was slightly surprised when her lips left his, only to begin kissing down the strong column of his throat. He leaned his head back on a sigh, and his eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Kagome kissing intimately at his collarbones.
His back arched as Kagome’s nails scraped sinuously from the base of his spine all the way to his shoulders. Her other hand flitted across his chest and over his abs.
“Kagome,” he groaned, and decided that she’d had enough playtime, and now was a perfect time to take control again.
Supporting them both with one hand and securing Kagome to him with the other, he flipped them and sat her on the bench before pressing her back to the inclined slope of the back of the seat, making sure to support her so as not to hurt her shoulder.
Inuyasha’s fingers trailed from her hand which was suddenly, sweetly on his cheek, down her arm, over her shoulder, across her breasts, and down her stomach to the opposite hip. A grin spread across his face at Kagome’s welcoming moan. He removed his hand and pressed himself to her tightly, bending his head to brush his tongue over her pulse point.
She obviously liked the way his fingers traced unhurriedly over her ribs, and he filed the knowledge away, seeing as those mewls were too perfect to never hear again.
He traced her ribs up to her breast and cupped her through her bathing suit, enjoying immensely the look on her face as he kneaded her skin, the way she clenched her bottom lip between her teeth. He leaned forward and kissed her as he continued his motions, not wanting her to accidentally hurt herself. And maybe the act was a little selfish too, seeing as kissing her brought on a feeling akin to complete and utter bliss. Especially with his hands on her body as they were.
He was half-kneeling over her, one hand on her breast, the other bracing her back, kissing her as deeply as he could, when one hand slid from where it had been clinging to his shoulder and slid down his back, lithely gliding along his skin, to grip firmly at his backside.
Automatically, Inuyasha shifted forward, pressing himself to the heat he could feel clearly through the water.
Kagome gasped, breaking their kiss, and her hands clenched.
“In-Inuyasha,” she stuttered, looking up at him with beautiful eyes half lidded with want. Her knees came up to press her legs over his hips.
Inuyasha groaned, and worked very hard to keep still, instead focusing on pinching subtly at her nipple, calling her attention back to his hand. He wanted to make good use of the other hand as well, but he didn’t want her back pressing against the wall of the pool, for fear of reopening the cut.
His tongue slid down the low neckline of her suit, and she arched longingly as he reached just a bit of the valley between her breasts. Kagome’s taste and a bit of water trickled into his mouth as he paused to kiss and lick there further, and he gripped her breast just a little harder. Her thighs squeezed around him, and he dragged his hand straight down the center of her body, feeling the muscles in her svelte stomach contract as he passed over them. He slid his hand onto her hip and held her hipbone in the palm of his hand as he nipped at the side of her covered breast.
Kagome groaned in frustration and pressed her hips firmly against his, pressing her heat against him.
Inuyasha bit his lip and smoothed his hand solidly over her side.
Kagome’s breath expelled on a short, breathy moan, and she pressed her lower body against him harder, trying futilely to quell her need. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her hands were frozen on his shoulder and his ass. He could smell the frustration and the longing rolling off her, infesting the waters with the tantalizing combination of scents.
Inuyasha gave in and gripped her hip tightly. “Like this, Koibitto,” he told her, and moved her hip as he pushed against her strongly.
She cried out and her back caved, bringing her head up to rest at his shoulder. She pressed against him desperately.
Inuyasha rolled against her again, rubbing his sex firmly against hers, and guiding her into a rhythm. Soon, she was lifting her hips in time with his, and she urged him forcefully against her with the pressure on his backside.
“Fuck, Kagome,” he nearly whimpered, and his hand moved from her hip to the wall behind her to support himself better.
A few strokes were a few too many for Inuyasha to handle, and his hand slid out from under her back to help the other peel her bathing suit off her. Their arms were a tangle of frenzied limbs as they both worked to remove each other’s suit as quickly as possible.
Inuyasha cursed as the water made him lose his grip yet again.
Finally, blessedly, he got her suit all the way off her, and she succeeded in lowering his boxers.
Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and then they were out of the pool, and he was carrying them to the nearby lounge area of the spa. They were sopping wet, and it would most likely ruin the damn couch, but he couldn’t possibly have cared less as he lay Kagome down gently and settled himself over her. He’d be damned if their first time together would be in a pool. All he heard was Kagome’s breathing as he paused, every muscle in his body tense, and trying to collect himself at least to the point where he could consciously and in good conscience proceed.
“Kagome…” He looked into her eyes, and she stared at him trustingly, longingly. “Are you sure about this, Koishii?”
She swallowed once, then reached up and kissed his cheek before lowering herself again and nodding.
Inuyasha resituated himself between her legs, and repositioned her legs over his hips. Her arms went around him and he kissed her before gripping her back to keep it from scraping on the couch, and pushed himself into her in one smooth stroke.
He broke the kiss as his head rolled back and he groaned deeply at the feeling of being inside her. “Kagome.”
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The feeling was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and the pain was totally different than anything ever described to her. It was a pain and a joy beyond any point words could possibly reach. It wasn’t until she felt a tear trekking down her face that she actually realized that it hurt.
“Relax, Koibitto,” Inuyasha whispered to her lovingly, “let it be.”
Gasping for shaking breaths, she made a conscious effort to unclench her body, and, after a few moments, found herself feeling more complete than she ever had. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing she’d ever experienced, but those thoughts disintegrated from existence when he pressed his hips to hers.
Her eyes were wide with wonder, looking straight into the molten amber gaze above her. Inuyasha’s eyes flickered, then closed entirely as he drove into her again.
Every stroke felt like the most exquisite fullness imaginable, and soon she was writhing, pleading for more.
Within minutes he had her crying his name, moving perfectly with him, and clinging to his shoulders as he pushed into her a little harder every time.
Her entire being flexed and pulsed as Inuyasha brought her closer to what she knew now that she could obtain. With a curse, he drove into her harder, kissing her neck and groaning.
She screamed when he pushed them over the edge, and she felt Inuyasha’s muscles quivering a split second before she came.
Their cries mixed together and blended just the same as they did. His name passed her lips as everything she thought constituted her world fell apart to give way to this bright new reality, this embodiment of pure fulfillment.
All was still for a few moments before Inuyasha, shaking, slid apart from her and flopped onto his back by her side. He slide one arm under her back and pulled her to him. He tucked her head under his chin and listened to his erratic breathing and felt the sharp swell and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe regularly.
“Kagome,” was all he said.
After a moment, Kagome thought she remembered how to move, and curled herself closer to him. She realized her own breathing was just as uneven as his. She pressed her face into his neck, and relaxed against him.
Inuyasha gripped her tighter and kissed her head.
“I hadn’t,” Inuyasha said with deliberately controlled breaths, “planned for our first time to be in a spa.”
Kagome laughed and smoothed her hand across his chest. There were no words.
“Oh,” Inuyasha chuckled, and lifted his head. “I brought wine. Forgot about that.” He shrugged it off and settled down again.
Kagome looked up at him. “Candles, rose-petals, and wine? Who would ever have thought that you were the romantic type?”
He grinned and kissed her softly. “I’m not. But I thought you’d like it.”
She smiled up at him happily. “I did.” Kagome shifted so she was all but lying on top of him, one of her legs wrapped around his, her head resting on his shoulder, and her hand on his chest.
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Inuyasha held her securely with one arm, and placed the other hand over the one on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling as Kagome nuzzled his neck and moved around slightly until she was comfortable. She kissed his neck and snuggled in completely. He could smell her satisfaction, her contentment.
But all was not well in the vast, acid-rain-polluted-forest that was Inuyasha’s mind. “Kagome…”
“Yeeeess,” she laughed at his slow delivery.
“Kagome, you can’t leave.”
He felt her eyelashes flickering against his skin as she blinked, then looked up at him. “I didn’t realize I was planning on it.”
“I mean at the end of your vacation. Honestly, I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t want you going back. I want you to stay with me.” He looked down at her, returning her gaze.
“How?” she breathed. “I mean…I couldn’t possibly afford-”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about the money.” He stroked her cheek. “You’ll stay with me.”
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Kagome’s heart skipped a few beats, and she wondered if Inuyasha could feel it. “I will?”
He kissed her forehead slowly, and caressed her neck. “Hai. I’ll take care of you, Koishii. I promise.”
For once, the protective remark didn’t bother her at all. In fact, it dove straight into her chest to pull on her heartstrings, and finally sent a message to her brain that the comment was undeniably sweet. However, there wasn’t much chance of acting upon the newfound decision, because she could feel her eyes drifting closed. She simply nodded and curled into him again, her head between his neck and shoulder.
“I love you, Inuyasha,” she told him on a sigh, and then sleep overtook her.
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Inuyasha awoke to find that he was wrapped firmly around Kagome, and they were still on the couch in the spa room. He blinked a few times, then realized what had awoken him.
Kagome was tossing, hands clenching at nothing, shifting restlessly within the confine of his arms. What the hell? They’d just had sex for the first time, and she was having a nightmare? Well, that was a blow to his ego.
“Kagome,” he mumbled, and tugged her closer. He kissed her head to soothe her, but she only struggled more.
She whimpered pathetically, and it got Inuyasha’s full attention. He propped himself up on one elbow and touched her cheek gently. He called her name, but the only answer he received was the tear that slid down her cheek. He wiped away the tear and smoothed her hair away from her face, but she thrashed and cringed, as if from his touch.
“Kagome!” He gripped her shoulder softly and tried to rouse her. “Kagome!”
With a gasp, she shot into a sitting position. “Daddy!” she screamed.
Inuyasha frowned. Daddy?
He made to sit up, but at that moment, Kagome’s miko aura went rushing out of her in a torrent, and the sensation of it passing through him made him nauseous. He swallowed thickly. “Kagome?” he groaned, pulling himself up by the back of the couch. “What is it?”
She turned to him with haunted eyes. “Inuyasha,” she cried, tears streaking her face. “I think something bad is happening.”
Inuyasha enfolded her in his arms. “Everything’s alright, Kagome, it was just a dream.”
She shook her head. “No…no, something bad is happening.”
Inuyasha frowned and did a quick check of the hotel, expanding his hearing to its fullest extent. Sure enough, he picked up something in the casino. Focusing harder, he heard the frantic shouts of security guards. Then the first gunshot erupted through the air, and he was suddenly in motion.
With a hold around Kagome’s waist, he sat her gingerly onto the couch, then stood and went to his clothes.
“Damn,” he swore as he remembered that his boxers had gone for a swim with him, and were currently floating in the spa bath. Looks like he’d be going commando. He swiftly pulled on his pants and stuck his arms through his shirt.
“Kagome, stay here. I’ll come and get you.”
“What’s going on?” she asked, shyly covering her body. “I just sensed a bad aura.”
“It’s that goddamn wolf. I’ll take care of it, but until I come and get you, stay here.”
She nodded, and he left, buttoning his shirt as he ran for the stairwell.
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Kagome shivered when he was gone and stood to go to her bathrobe that had long since been abandoned on the cold floor. She winced, realizing she was sore in some very interesting places, and pulled the soft terrycloth robe closed, then tied it around her waist.
Finding nothing to do but sit and wait for Inuyasha, she did just that. She propped herself up onto the massage-table once again, too embarrassed at the thoughts of what had happened on the couch not long before to go back and sit on it.
It wasn’t long before she caught motion in her peripheral vision, which she recognized as the door opening. Amazed that Inuyasha was back so soon, Kagome looked to the doorway.
But it was not Inuyasha who was now in the room with her.
It was Kouga, and he was walking towards her, as if she were his prey.
Kagome stumbled from the table and stood facing him defensively.
“Oh, Daishyo’s bitch. Good to see you again, sweetie.” In the blink of an eye, Kouga was in front of her, and he gripped her wrists.
“Don’t touch me,” she warned bitterly, and tried to tug her hands away.
He transferred both her wrists to one of his hands, and used the other to grip one side of her neck, and he brought his face to the other and inhaled deeply.
“Get off me!” Kagome yelled angrily, trying to thrash away from him, but she stilled at the feeling of the tips of his claws digging into her neck.
He was grinning at her lazily, and his hand was trailing to her collarbone, and then lower. “You smell like sex,” he whispered, leaning into her ear.
“Stop!” She backed up, horrified and trying to pry her hands away, but to no avail. He just looked at her amusedly.
Kagome had never purposely hurt someone, with or without her miko powers. She wasn’t sure if she could summon the will to do so now.
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“Shit,” Inuyasha cursed. “Where the hell did that bastard go?”
Inuyasha despised this situation.
There were lowerclass wolf youkai everywhere, firing guns randomly, hitting anything they could; slot machines, chandeliers, even people. The second Inuyasha had erupted from the stairwell, all attention had been turned to him, and he was only fast enough to escape with his life. As it was, there was currently a nine-millimeter hole in his arm, and it didn’t feel too wonderful.
Possibly the worst part of it all was that his most valuable assets currently weren’t the security guards he’d handpicked and hired himself, they were Kagome’s idiot cousin and his girlfriend. They were taking out wolves left and right.
Inuyasha sniffed for Kouga’s scent. It took a moment to single it out past the smell of blood and recently-fired guns, and while fighting nonetheless, but he managed, and his stomach slid sickly into his toes.
“Kagome,” he said in realization, and took the guy he was fighting out with one punch.
“What did you just say?” Sango demanded from only a few feet away.
He ignored her, already sprinting back to the spa room, but he didn’t miss her call to Miroku, and he heard their footsteps coming after him.
He tuned it out as he concentrated on going faster, bounding up the stairs, and down the seemingly endless hallway.
“You fucking bitch!” he heard from fifty feet away, and pushed himself faster. He exploded through the doors to see Kouga stumbling towards Kagome, swinging his fists at her.
Then Inuyasha had the back of Kouga’s neck clenched in his hand, and he threw him against the wall so hard the tile shattered. He turned to Kagome and saw that she seemed to be alright, but she was shaking, and fear was emanating from her.
Inuyasha clenched his teeth and turned back to Kouga, who wasn’t getting up nearly as fast as he’d thought he would.
That’s when it hit him: Kagome had fried the bastard.
There were burn marks on the youkai’s skin, and Inuyasha could tell by the thin trail of blood seeping from his ears that his eardrums were burst. Good.
He turned back to Kagome to more thoroughly examine her, as it seemed it would be a while before Kouga was worth his notice again, and he backed a few steps toward her, watching the wolf out of the corner of his eye. The stench of her fear was overpowering, and later he would assume that that was why he hadn’t picked up on the scent of blood earlier. There were tiny specks of blood on her neck, obviously where his claws had pricked her, and a flush was gathering at her cheek where a faint cut told of a hand striking her. The amount of blood he smelled didn’t make sense until he realized that the cut on her back must have reopened.
Kouga didn’t stand a chance.
The man hadn’t even made it to his feet when Inuyasha was gripping him and hauling him up by his collar and slamming him once again against the wall. Inuyasha reeled back and punched the fucker for all he was worth.
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Kagome’s knees gave out, and she ended up in a crouch, clutching her arms. She heard clattering footsteps, and soon Sango and Miroku appeared behind the door, nearly missing the room before jerking to a halt.
Kagome turned her attention back to Inuyasha…if he even still qualified as Inuyasha. She didn’t recognize the demon before her, pummeling the shit out of Kouga.
Inuyasha’s eyes had darkened into matching blood-red hues, and there were purple streaks across his face. He was bleeding profusely from a hidden wound in his arm (which he didn’t even seem to notice) and the viciousness with which he attacked Kouga was scaring her.
Finally, Inuyasha stopped, only to throw Kouga carelessly to the ground, and turn to her. There was blood all over his hands, and soaking his entire left sleeve, as well as spattered across his white dress shirt.
Kagome stared at him in fear, and scooted back a little, not wanting Inuyasha to turn his violent energy onto her.
Then he was blocked from her view by Miroku, who was suddenly in front of her, protecting her as he always did.
That is, until Inuyasha grabbed hold of his shoulder and shoved him to the side.
“Miroku!” Kagome shouted as he struck the wall. She retreated more, but the action only seemed to anger this demon Inuyasha even more.
He knelt to his knees in front of her, and eyed her carefully. She didn’t know when exactly he’d taken her into his arms, but he had, and his embrace felt exactly the same as it always did. He was soothing, strong, and all-encompassing as he held her against himself. She let her head fall against his chest in relief. This was Inuyasha; her Inuyasha.
She slipped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
His gentle growl reverberated through her, and he nuzzled the side of her head.
She found herself in being carried again, and he was walking straight out the door. Kagome pulled herself up a little to look over his shoulder at Sango, who was sitting with Miroku’s head cradled in her lap as Miroku groaned and touched gingerly at a cut on his forehead.
“Sango!” she called once, and Sango looked at her, eyes haunted and angry and full of blame.
Kagome wanted to go back, to take care of Miroku as he would have taken care of her, to talk to Sango and apologize, but she knew already that Inuyasha wouldn’t listen to her if she asked to be put down, and there was no way she could escape his grasp.
He took her back to his room and, once again, laid her carefully on his bed. This routine was getting old.
“Inuyasha,” Kagome protested, and sat up. “I’m not cooperating until you change back.”
Inuyasha growled warningly, and tried to press against her shoulders, but she resisted.
“I’m serious, Inuyasha.” She touched his cheek.
He gripped the bedspread, and his eyes flickered amber for just a second, but returned to their bloody color. With an angry roar, he shook his head, snarling seemingly at himself for daring to interfere. It was all very strange.
“Inuyasha, please.”
He turned to her irately, elongated fangs bared in a snarl, this time clearly growling ferociously at her.
Kagome swallowed heavily, and leaned forward. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him sweetly.
She felt his muscles tense, but after a few worrisome seconds, he relaxed, and his hands came up to hold her, and he kissed her back.
When their kiss ended, his eyes were back to their normal amber shade.
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“Do you remember why I moved into your house when you were fourteen?”
Kagome gasped and whirled to see that it was Miroku addressing her. Immediately, she went on the defensive. “I’m not going to let you lecture me, Miroku. Enough is enough.”
“I asked you a question, Kagome.” His eyes seemed darker than normal, and his scowl was one of utter contempt and disappointment. “Do you remember why I moved in with you?”
“Goddammit, Miroku, I don’t want to talk about when you moved in! Why do you constantly have to bring that up and use it against me?! Don’t you think that five years is plenty of time to forget about something like that?! But I can’t forget with you reminding me of it every single day!”
Miroku just shook his head, silently acknowledging the fact that they both knew that forgetting was impossible, whether they talked about it or not. “So what do you want? You want me to give up and let you get hurt again?”
“You didn’t let me get hurt, Miroku.”
With a sigh, he turned away. “We’ve had this discussion before, Kagome. Just…for once, make the right choice, okay? The two of us have bad habits of doing the wrong thing.”
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A/N: Makes ya think, ne?
Haha, stuck a little bit of the second movie in there!
I think I spent more time trying to find the right songs to fit the mood to listen to while writing the lemon than writing the actual scene.
Well, this was my first lemon, and oh my god, I never thought writing a lemon could be so difficult! It’s just that there are so many sex-terms that I wanted to stay away from in this chapter, because I feel that they would have made the tone a little inelegant, so I had to think up other ways not to repeat myself but still get the ideas across. I’m not sure if I succeeded at all, and I was a little bit disappointed with the turn out.
I’ve decided that Kagome be seriously in denial, or just be the most mushy girl in the world, to forget that her boyfriend is a murderer and let herself be swooned and seduced after arguing with him about it. But hey, it worked out well for us, right?
You see what I meant?? I mean, the rose petal thing is sooooo clichéd, and I was completely hesitant about using it, but I decided that the only thing that could really distract her would be something overly dramatic and ridiculously romantic.
Hope you enjoyed, and please, please review!
~Schrodinger’s Cat