struggle

Sango was freezing. Inuyasha was not. And the two were stuck in the back of a cave, in the midst of a snowstorm, miles removed from Kagome, Shippou, and Miroku.

“Just take off your damn kimono,” Inuyasha snapped when Sango shivered again.

“No way,” she said, shooting him a glare.

“The thing’s wet, and you’re going to freeze to death,” Inuyasha pointed out.

“No!” Sango said. She didn’t care. She was not going to strip down naked in front of Inuyasha. No way. Never. Ever. No.

Inuyasha grumbled before he removed his outer robe and handed it to her. “You can wear this,” he said. “It’s not as wet as that thing you’re wearing now.”

Sango glared at him one more time before she took it. “Turn around!” she commanded.

“As if there’s anything I want to look at,” Inuyasha muttered, but turned anyway. Sango carefully removed her clothing before slipping into Inuyasha’s robe.

She rubbed her arms and curled her knees close to her, trying to contain as much body warmth as possible. God. It was so fucking cold. She shivered. She had to admit that the robe was better than the slopping wet kimono, but she was still freezing. She shivered, and her teeth chattered. Sango wondered how much time had passed; the storm still howled outside.

She was really cold. And tired. Really, really tired. Sango fluttered her eyelashes—no! She had to keep awake. But she was so very tired… a little nap wouldn’t hurt… just a few minutes and she’d be alright…

“Fucking Sango!” Inuyasha barked into her ear. “You’re fucking freezing,” he said as he gently slapped her cheek. “Don’t sleep—do you hear me? You can not go to sleep.”

“Just a short nap,” Sango murmured.

“No!” Inuyasha roughly rubbed his hands up and down her arms, but to no avail. “Fuck. Fuck,” he muttered as Sango’s eyelids drooped down again. “That’s it,” he said, and suddenly he was on top of her and Sango was lying down on her back.

Her eyes shot open. “What the hell are you doing?” she growled, immediately awake and struggling to get off of her.

“You’re cold,” he said obviously. “And you need to get warm.”

Sango snorted. “Ha ha ha. Nice, Inuyasha. Okay. Alright. I get it. I can’t go to sleep. Thank you.”

Sango tried to move again, but his grip was firm.

He held down both her wrists above her head with one hand, leaving the other free to caress the left side of her face, from her temple down to her chin. Inuyasha’s amber eyes stared straight into Sango’s deep brown ones. Her breathing slowed down, but he could feel her heart rapidly flittering underneath his fingertips. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

“This is so wrong,” she said, and opened her eyes.

“Shut up,” Inuyasha replied tersely. “It was going fine until you spoke.”

“Right,” said Sango. She took another deep breath before she said very quietly, “Uhm. Should we kiss?”

Inuyasha blinked and continued to stare at her thoughtfully. “Well,” he finally said after a while. “Are your lips cold?”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to kiss me,” Sango said. “Can you just, breathe? Over my lips, I mean.”

Inuyasha sighed and leant forward. He gently blew air over her mouth, and Sango started to nibble her lower lip in nervousness, but as her mouth was dry, she cracked the skin and instantly, a sliver of red marked the chapped pink.

“Why’d you have to go do that?” asked Inuyasha with slight irritation.

“I’m nervous, okay!” Sango cried out, losing her temper. “I’m an engaged woman about to have sexual…er… god. This is so embarrassing. Not to mention wrong. I can’t believe I’m—no, we are even considering—”

Inuyasha crushed his lips down to hers. His tongue flicked over her lower lip, over the blood, before he forced it into her mouth. Sango’s eyes widened for a second before she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, sending a rush of warmth down her spine. Moments later, Inuyasha broke away, his breaths staggered, and his eyes boring her down.

“You talk too much,” he explained.

“We’re going to do this, aren’t we,” Sango stated. “Can you let go of my wrists, Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha smirked. “We’ll use this as a judge of your health. When you can break free, we stop?”

Sango stared at him for a second before she burst out in laughter for the first time that day. “Okay.”

Inuyasha lowered his head down to hers again, but this time, his lips brushed against her right cheek before he dragged them slowly down to her neck. In the dip of her collarbone and neck, he opened his mouth and Sango bit her lip to keep from gasping. Wet. And Warm. Her cheeks began to restore in color, and her breathing grew more and more ragged. Sango wished she could see what Inuyasha’s expression was like, but it was completely hidden from her.

“Ah!” Sango let out a sudden gasp when she felt Inuyasha’s free hand sneak under his robe she wore, and brush against the curve of her breast. She gasped again when his thumb flicked over the areola. Inuyasha then rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers, eliciting a soft moan that came out slightly gargled as Sango tried to choke it down. She was so preoccupied with his hand that she didn’t realize he had completely opened up the robe until she felt her other nipple enveloped with hot wetness.

“Oh my god,” Sango said, and she could feel Inuyasha grin against her breast. He obviously took this as encouragement, sucking harder and sending a wave of wetness to her nether regions. She sighed dreamily and realized that she wasn’t cold anymore. Not really, anyway.

Inuyasha’s free hand started to skate down her stomach, and Sango realized that this ought to stop now if she wished not to feel guilty when she saw Miroku and Kagome next. She tried to wrench her wrists out of his grasp and was taken by surprise when Inuyasha’s grip only strengthened against the resistance. Which, deep down, Sango had to admit was actually what she wanted. But, she knew this was wrong. So wrong. So she tried to struggle again.

Inuyasha finally looked up, his eyes meeting hers. Sango thought he was going to let her go then, but instead, he smiled cockily and her eyes shot wide open when she felt him slip a finger inside of her. He watched her gasp as he slowly moved his finger up and down. He slipped another finger in and Sango moaned.

“Not struggling anymore?” said Inuyasha, prompting Sango to glare at him and clench her teeth to prevent another moan.

“You are such a—ah!” Sango squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his thumb press over her sensitive button. “Oh my god. Don’t stop,” Sango managed to say between short breaths. She didn’t care anymore. She was a slave to this sensation.

Inuyasha’s fingers were suddenly gone and Sango made a little noise at the loss, until she felt his hard member brush against her clit. Inuyasha stared at her and Sango nodded her head before he thrust inside of her, breaking through her virgin barrier. Sango bit her lip to prevent from crying out. She could feel his ragged breaths against her neck, Inuyasha’s head bent down as he held still. After a while, the pain abated into a dull ache and Sango whispered, “move.”

Slowly, Inuyasha withdrew before thrusting back in, and this time, Sango felt a tingling pleasure. He kept moving, slow at first, but increasingly faster and harder and deeper until Sango was moaning his name, wrapping her legs around his waist, and clenching her nails into his back—and it had yet to hit her that Inuyasha had let go of her wrists a while ago.

With one final thrust, Sango climaxed and Inuyasha quickly pulled out of her.

Both of the two were breathing hard.

And Sango was not cold. At all.

Inuyasha rolled off of her.

“That was…” Sango started breathily.

“If you say that was wrong, I’m never doing anything nice to you ever again,” Inuyasha grumpily murmured.

“Actually, I was going to say that was amazing,” Sango said.

“Oh,” said Inuyasha.

Sango smiled and cuddled against Inuyasha’s chest, and he lazily smoothed her hair.

“Mm… thanks, Inuyasha.” Sango closed her eyes and fell quickly to rest.