Impatience

AN/ This started out as a oneshot but it got a little long... //shrugs//

Impatience

By: Honourable Fool

He was late. She hated it when he was late. And after she had taken the time to plan everything out, making sure they were camped near a hot water spring, slipping some of the sleeping potion into the ramen and then pretending to eat, then waiting around for another hour until the last of them were asleep. All this on top of sneaking away from the camp, and he was still late. Not to mention how royally their last meet was screwed up!

But she had promised herself not to dwell on that. She knew when she agreed to this that it was going to be difficult and that things wouldn’t always work out. Now she just had to deal with those consequences.

Sliding a few inches further into the water, she thought to herself, ‘Just a few more minutes won’t hurt, right?’ She stared at the water in front of her face as the air sighing through her nose caused tiny ripples. Her lips rubbed together under the surface and the warm, bitter taste of the minerals played across her tongue. ‘A few more minutes. That’s all.’ She thought morosely.

Overhead the dark leaves parted and an inky black sky came into view dotted with thousands of stars. As always when she saw the night sky she wondered if those same stars were still shining in her time. The minuscule sliver of the waning moon barely shone among all those silver diamond points. It was beautiful.

Kagome heaved a sigh above the water, the bitter taste entering her mouth again as it dripped off her wet lips, and made a decision. ‘Screw waiting.’

The rock beside the natural pool was warm as well, as though the sun had only left its face mere minutes ago. Cool air flowing over her body left a wake of goose flesh that only added to her nervous excitement as she laid back. She’d never done this before, at least, not without him guiding her. But she wasn’t going to spend another wasted night lying in a pool of hot spring water with this tense knot pooling into her stomach and no outlet upon which to release it. If he wasn’t there to do the job, then she’d have to do it for him.

Another cool breeze flitted over the surface of the pool and her body and she shivered. Instinctively she closed her legs tight and her hands came to her bare chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat trapped between her own thighs and her own erect nipples pressing into her suddenly hypersensitive palms. Licking her lips she experimentally began to gently rub her palms in slow circles, rolling the pert nubs about. She gasped at the sensation and stopped suddenly.

What was she doing? She didn’t do this! Sure, she had touched herself before, but it was always with his hands guiding her, his voice soothing her, his eyes taking in every moment of pleasure. It had always been for him. She did not masturbate. This wasn’t her. But then, he had missed their last meet entirely, and after three months of meeting him at scant opportunities, her need for their midnight rendezvous’ was beginning to make itself known. When she didn’t have him to slake her lust and release the overwhelming heat that seemed to want to melt her own flesh she couldn’t sleep. She’d toss and turn in bed, sweat beading every inch of her body, her thighs and inner walls impulsively squeezing what was not there. How was it that in so short of a time her timid desire had become a need for him, a dependence upon the release he gave her? So then maybe, just maybe, if she could find that release on her own…

Her lips seemed extraordinarily dry as she licked them again. The logic was sound. If she could find a way around him and his absence at the agreed time, then maybe…

She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, vibrating in the hollow of her throat as she laid back and relaxed. Her hands fell to the warm stone beneath her body, her leg muscles relaxing and her thighs falling gently apart. This time the breeze that came traveled up her body, and as the cold air trickled across the heat at her center she shivered and felt the writhing knot in her stomach expand. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, breathing steadily as she lifted one hand to her own chest. The pinch she gave herself made her gasp and arch her back a little off the rock, but as she rubbed her hardened nipple between her fingers waves of pleasure rippled through her round breast and into her body making her other hand twitch and fist the hardness beneath her. She bit her lip when she flicked the nub the way he had done before, then, losing all patience with herself, she cupped her own breast and began to rub it vigorously, passing her fingers roughly over the stiffened tip. Her hips began to twitch at this and she put her free hand to them in a steadying gesture, determined to exact the most pleasure from the once useless appendage before moving to lower regions. This was one of those rare moments in which she thanked whatever kami had thought to give women breasts.

Unable to stand it any longer, Kagome left her left hand to pinch and twist the now slightly swollen nipple of her left breast, and began to concentrate on her right hand. Smoothing it over her flat stomach she let the fingers ghost over her flesh, causing more shivers to ripple through her body. Her belly and abs twitched under the touch as her hand skated lower over her skin, straying across the expanse of her hips. She shuddered when her fingers found hair.

Lifting her legs from the warm rock, she planted her feet on the surface instead, bending her knees and leaving her thighs slightly parted. This done, she allowed her hand to quest forward through the dark forest of curls that surrounded her sex before finding her lips. Her hips bucked a little at the sudden contact of flesh on flesh and she gasped again, feeling her heart up the pace a little. But she swallowed her reservations and pressed the pad of her middle finger down. Her lips were already parted and her hot slit was soft under her finger. She slid her finger upwards and repressed a squeak when she found her clit. The little nub was still a little soft and dry to the touch and sent an odd, uncomfortable spasm down her legs when she rubbed her finger over it. Curious, she let her finger drift downwards again, past her lips, and felt her breath catch when she found her opening. Here her walls were slick and sticky and coated with her own juices.

In a moment her finger was covered with the stuff and she rubbed it all along her hot slit before finding her clit again and rubbing it. This time she gasped and bit her lip, rolling the quickly hardening nub with the pad of her finger and feeling wave upon wave of pleasure building and settling in her stomach. A soft keening made itself heard in the back of her throat as she pressed down on herself, rolling her button in faster and faster circles until her hips began to lift themselves off the rock, seeking to press her body further into her own hand. Her toes curled under as she rubbed and pressed and flicked, all the while her left hand imitating the other on her breast. Her eyes slid shut at the sensations she was giving herself and she had to hold back the soft cries that sought to tear out of her throat. She moaned into her bottom lip and gave herself a pinch that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Deciding enough was enough, she abandoned the delicious little button and allowed her damp finger to travel down again, past her spread lips, and down to that dark, hot, slick opening. She had never felt it so freely before, without him prompting her to touch herself this way, rub herself that way, moan his name in just such a way. Taking the time to explore herself, she felt all around her soft entrance, the slick juices coating her flesh and causing her finger to almost slide in a number of times. The wetness was thick beneath her hole and she followed the trail all the way to her rear entrance. For a moment she toyed with and pushed on the puckered skin, before deciding to return to her main goal. The flowing juice was now coated on her finger as she found the dark entrance so long sought, heat emanating from within, and a hollowness coiled in her belly that begged to be filled. Her heart pounded in her chest as her finger tip strayed across the opening and in her mind she dared herself to push forward, break the wet seal that seeped out and renewed itself, and she closed her eyes and imagined his hand pushing gently on her finger. It slid in.

The wetness rushed up to meet her finger and she moaned at the sensation. She was so wet! A soft squelching sound met her ears at her entrance and, convulsively, she squeezed her inner walls around her finger. The feeling caused a low moan to sound in the back of her throat as she felt her inner channel close around her own finger and felt her finger intruding upon the once empty passage. Angling her hips up a bit, she pushed even farther until her palm pressed against her clit and her finger could go no farther. Experimentally, she wiggled her finger around and gasped as her soft walls were pressed upon, giving and pushing back until she was dizzy with her held breath. Slowly she dragged her finger out of herself, pressing it up into her body as it left her, until at last nothing but the tip remained resting in the entrance. Tensing her arm, she plunged her finger back inside of her, quickly as she could, and felt her lungs expand at the intrusion. But somehow it wasn’t enough.

Her finger wriggled around inside of her a bit more as she considered, what more could she do? Again she thought of him and the thought that struck her seemed so obvious she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before. He was definitely much larger than a single finger, and if she wanted to find a way around his absences, she’d need more than that.

Lifting her middle finger out of herself a little, she pressed her ring finger to its side and began to splash it around in the juices collected along her slit, slicking it up for easy penetration. Again she allowed her fingertips to stray at her rim, edging them along her entrance, and then she pressed both fingers in, plunging them as deep as her hand would allow, then pulling back out again. There was slick pop sound as the sticky juice now coating her fingers separated and a moment later she was sliding her fingers back into herself. It felt better, but it still was not enough to fill her, to give her the satisfaction she sought. Lifting her fingers from her body again, she repeated the process on her index finger, slicking it up, then placing all three fingers at her entrance. This time her gasp was testament to how much better it felt. All three fingers gave her tight passage a slight stretch, the way he would have, and in a moment she was plunging them in and out of herself, pressing her palm onto her clit, and curling her fingers inside of her body.

Her gasps now came out in time with her rhythm, her breath hissing out past clenched teeth as her fingers plunged inside of her body. Hips rolling and pumping to meet her hand, she let her mouth fall open, arching her back off the stone, and moaned the name that had been dancing on her lips all nights.

“Ah! Sesshoumaru!” she cried softly, her body bucking with the tension. The friction was sweet as all three fingers pressed repeatedly into her walls, suddenly leaving, only to return full force again. The heat seemed to turn liquid, seeping from her center and pooling in her stomach and abdomen until she couldn’t stand it, the heel of her palm hitting her clit with every stroke.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, gasping. “Sesshoumaru!” She could see him in her mind, heavy lidded golden eyes watching her fingers as she stroked herself. She curled the tips of her fingers a bit more and hit a sweet spot, making her cry out, “Ah! Yes, Sesshoumaru! Oh, fuck me! Please!” She could almost taste his huge cock filling her mouth as her fingers moved inside of her and suddenly she wanted him so much more.

Suddenly it wasn’t enough, lying on her back with her own fingers buried deep inside of her. She needed more. She could see in her minds eye that firm, sculpted body pounding into her with near-bruising force. Her fingers felt good inside of her, but the orgasm she wanted was still just out of reach. And when he couldn’t get her to cum there was only one thing that could fix that.

Plunging her fingers deep inside herself one last time, she stopped the sudden motion, her body shuddering and instantly voicing its complaints. She missed the heat and waves of pleasure, but she knew a way to get so much more, a way that always got her off no matter what. Keeping her fingers buried inside of her, she began the careful process of rolling around onto her stomach, then getting up on her hand and knees. She had to shift her body around a little to keep from falling into the water, and was forced to part her legs a bit wider, but soon settled into the familiar position. It was a bit odd without the powerful youkai kneeling behind her exposed ass, but she could already feel her excitement building again.

Shifting her fingers experimentally, she began to pump them again, in and out of her slick entrance. It was even better than she’d imagined! At this angle she hit her sweet spot every time and managed to press her thumb into her clit. She rolled the nub as she pumped and stroked herself, and soon her head was lolling on her shoulders, arm braced against the rock as the coiling heat in her belly began to build and rise. Her orgasm was coming on in molten hot waves of pleasure as she finger fucked herself and it was more than she could stand. Her hips bucked and swayed backwards into a man that wasn’t there, but all that mattered was the plunging of her fingers, the slick, wet sound of her sticky juices clinging to her hand even as she felt it dripping into her palm.

“Oh!” she cried. “Yes! Sesshoumaru! Yes, fuck me, Sesshoumaru! Fuck!” Her rhythm grew faster and erratic as her body bucked and swayed, her toes and fingers curling under as she felt her orgasm drawing nearer.

And then there was a body behind her, hands grasping her waist, as a smooth, hard chest leaned over back, huge throbbing erection pressing into her ass, and a husky baritone whispered, “Yes, Kagome! Fuck yourself! I want you to make yourself cum!”

Even as her eyes popped open at the sound of her lover’s voice, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop to let him join. She had come too far and her orgasm was right there on the edge.

“Oh!” she cried as his hands cupped and rubbed her swaying breasts. “Yes!” She felt him back away again slightly, probably to watch some more, but all she could concentrate on was her fingers plunging into her body, her wet walls shuddering around them as she came closer and closer until at last… “Oh, Fuck!” She cried, fingers pumping a few more times for good measure, her cum flowing down into her hand.

Her body shuddered spasmodically as his arms came around her again, pulling her onto his lap. His hand slid down her arm until he found the place where her fingers were still buried within herself and gently removed her hand from her body. She shuddered, but lost in the waves of her orgasm all she could do was sit back and watch as he lifted her hand to his face, examining the pearly liquid that coated her hand.

Glancing down at her, he said huskily, "Well it appears that someone was impatient tonight." and proceeded to lick her hand clean.