Angelicus

It was taboo, but still they continued. Her friends would inquire about the mysterious bruises that would appear on her hip and neck. His friends would question his wincing when they gave him a pat on the back.

'I tripped over a table back home,' she would laugh.

'Stop touching me,' he would dismiss them.

Somehow, their normally intelligent friends never saw through their lies. Perhaps it came from years of nothing but honesty, or perhaps it came from the underlying threat in their eyes. It didn't matter either way, because they were never questioned too far. Many times he'd been hiding in her closet when the hanyou came to fetch her, stark naked with little more to cover himself than a teddy bear. Just as many times, she found herself pressed against the inside of his wardrobe, his uniform jacket around her body. His friends and family thought him gay, or in love with short dark and bossy. Her own friends thought her to be sick, dating a two timing loser and taking exams.

Times like this, they were glad their friends were that stupid. It saved a lot of hassle.

His house was empty tonight thankfully; both were getting tired of love hotels and closets at school. Both checking about like thieves in the night, they hurried into the house, he called out just in case. Seconds ticked by, minutes...no answer.

"Well?" he growled at her sensually, pulling her hips forward. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna give me my birthday present?"

A mischievous smirk graced her lips as she pulled out of his grasp, trailing her fingers down to his tie and pulling him up the stairs with this impromptu leash. Her swaying hips lulled him into the familiar state of arousal he felt only in her presence. Pushing the door open with her backside, she pulled him in, allowing him to kick the door closed before she pushed him onto the mattress. It creaked under his weight, the first of many sounds it would make tonight.

The dark haired girl backed away from him, sucking one of her fingers as she did so before dragging it down her bust. Her other hand moved from her hips to her inner thigh squeezing the tender flesh in a way the male was fond of, hissing slightly before threading her fingers into her hair, swaying her hips to an unheard beat. The lust in his eyes was apparent, as was the tent in his pants. He cursed his love of tight clothes at that moment, even more so when she began to straddle his chair and rocked against the wood, laying back and biting her lips, soft whimpers emerging and teasing him.

He watched as she shouldered off her shirt, surprised when instead of a bra he saw peachy mounds of bare skin, each bobbing in time with her dance. Turning in the chair with a feline grace she stalked over to him on her hands and knees, before sitting directly on his lap and guiding a hand down beneath her skirt. His eyes widened as his digits came into contact with nigh but wet skin. He smirked at his little dancer before thrusting a digit into her sharply, eliciting a cry.

"Someone's been very naughty," he whispered into her ear, before sucking on her tender spot just below the lobe. He added another digit to her slippery entrance.

"H-hai," She moaned, "Please, let me take your birthday spankings." The teen smirked as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, happy that he and his girlfriend could be loud for once.

"Hm, bend over then," he laughed pulling his hands from her. She did so with out hesitation and waited patiently for his ministrations. Her heart rate picked up when she heard his belt unbuckle and pants fall to the floor. "Now what the hell are you doing wearing a skirt Kagome? You know I hate when you wear clothes." He unzipped the offending green item, allowing it to fall from her before grinding his own bare hips into her own. Both parties groaned at the contact, having awaited this since their last tryst.

"Ichigo, onegai!" Kagome pleaded, whimpering at his teasing hands. The right was diddling her clit slowly while the Shinigami's left was pinching her nipples torturously.

"Does the miko want to please her god?" He asked her grinding his hips against hers again.

"Hai!" she cried out as he suckled her neck. "Anything!" She cried out louder when he finally thrust his manhood into her opening. He pulled out until only the tip remained, before slamming into her and spanking her at the same time.

"One," he growled. Damn if this little woman couldn't make him lose control, If she didn't make him feel things he'd never thought he'd been able too, if she didn't give him the best sex ever. Somewhere around five, Ichigo was shaking too much to keep count of the swats to her deliciously pink backside. Ignoring it, he grabbed her by both hips before pounding in at a rate most would find painful. But not her, Kagome loved every second of it.

Kagome fisted her hands against the carpet, and had she been more lucid she would have wondered how they'd descended. But right now, Ichigo was moving her forward with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, invading the senses of the lovers. Kagome's muscles tightened around Ichigo as his movements became jerky and wild. With a silent scream, Kagome felt herself climax, Ichigo's seed spilling into her and coating her insides. He rolled them both rolled to the side, still buried deep within her.

"Happy birthday koishi," She whispered turning to face him, shuddering slightly as he slid out. "Did you like your present?" She asked leaning over him.

"I'd like my present a lot more if she was in bed with me," he smiled, kissing her on the nose. Sitting up was less than worth it at the moment, but he knew they'd both end up cold and unhappy if they remained on the floor. Lifting his blankets her pulled her in with him, before drawing her close to him.

"Ichigo," Kagome began, slightly confused. "I thought you wanted to keep this a secret?"

"I'm about to turn 19 Kagome," Ichigo mumbled into her neck. "And as much as I want you all to myself, I should start growing up."

"Is that so?" Kagome asked, straddling him with a pout. "Does that means you can't play with me anymore?" Her hips began a slow rock, unhurried and different from their previous trysts. There were few occasions when they had something more than a quickie.

"Oh, your god can always play with you baby," he whispered in a gentle manner, brushing some hair out of her face. He rolled them over gently, continuing their slow rhythm, gentle and loving. "I'll always be with you."

It ran across their minds, that this, this was 'making love'. Not just sex, or taking out frustrations. The two of them were truly in love, and their climax was all the sweeter because of it. As the two lay there, gazing into the others eyes, noise sounded from downstairs. Followed by another, then another...and then someone shouting at one of his friends. Kagome blushed heavily burrowing deeper into his chest while he groaned aloud, rubbing his face with his free hand (his other having been taken hostage by Kagome).

“Should I try and sneak out?" Kagome asked looking up into his eyes.

"Ch, screw em," He said sitting up and walking over to his dresser. "It's my birthday. And all I want is you, beside me, supporting me." Ichigo dug through his drawers, cursing his over abundance of tight clothing again. Finally, he found something suitable for her.

"I get to wear bunny boxers!" Kagome laughed aloud, slipping them on. "These must be some sort of joke or gag gift, right?"

The orange haired male growled at her laughter. "They were actually a gift from Rukia. She was probably hoping she would be the one to wear 'em." He froze in his search through his dresser, turning around slowly. He recognized this state of Kagome's aura. "Kagome, You know the only one I want in my pants is you!" luckily his statement stopped her murderous aura, drawing up her light bubbling laughter.

Then the door burst open, Rukia holding the handle while Ishida, Inoue and Chad right behind her. The rest of his friends a bit further back and his family behind them. Silence reigned for a total 1/10 of a second before Kagome screamed and dashed for the safety of the still nude Ichigo. Rukia's face was a contorted mixture of shock, rage and appreciation. Chad had the decency to turn around and push his not as close friends out of the way while Inoue gushed over the sweetness, Ishida listening intently to everything she said.

"Son!" Great, it had to be his father to speak up first didn't it? "I’m very proud of you!"

"What!?" Rukia screeched, alerting those close enough to hear. "She's probably just some prostitute or slut from a rival school!"

Ichigo didn't have to time to make it over to Rukia, neither to subdue nor save her. Kagome's ki had snaked out and pinned her against the wall with enough force to create a shape in the wall. Bruising was already evident on her wrists and other places. He turned to his girlfriend, shaking her slightly.

"Kagome, calm down!"

She was livid now. "Calm down?! Calm down?! This two-bit, second rate, barely more than average little shinigami accuses me, ME , of being a whore and you want me to calm down?!"

"She doesn't know about you remember? Just relax a bit," He was rubbing circles on her back now in a soothing pattern. His family watched as he guided her to the bed and Rukia slid to the floor slowly. Sheets were slid into place and glares, as well as questions, were thrown through the air. "Rukia,Is there any chance you guys could...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!"


Why? Why not. In case you got confused by Kagome servicing her god, Miko translates to "Tool of the gods" or "Servant of the gods." And as we all know, Shinigami are death gods. Death=sunset, sunset shrine=Kagome, god=Ichigo...plus I just wanted them to havy dirty sex with each other. On the off chance I add a second chapter, it might end up with them at her house and InuYasha or her mom walking in on them during the act. lol!