Disclaimer: I do not own Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha
Chapter One
"Baby, it's not what you think." My so-called boyfriend just about begged. He could grovel and sob, but I will not take a cheater back. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, fuck you.
I've gone through enough relationships to block him out right after the world famous 'it's not what you think' speech because more likely than not, it is exactly what I thought. By this time, I learned from the past and just let go. I need no explanations. Besides, it's been the same excuse after another:
It's not you, it's me.
I'm going through something and a relationship is not what I need right now.
She came on to me. I tried to tell her I already had you but she kept going at it!
And perhaps the cruelest of them all. The one that practically ripped me out of the pleasure of ever getting an orgasm again was by my high school boyfriend of a year and a half. His once smooth voice sounding cold and uncaring in my memory:
You're like a fish. You just lay there doing nothing. Ever consider that maybe - just maybe, relationships go two ways?
The next day, he broke it off and that ended the longest relationship I've had. He was the best - treated me right. If he never said those words, I would be sporting the largest diamond on my ring finger right now.
It was my current boyfriend's, soon to be ex's, birthday today, so I took off early from work and drove straight home. I baked and decorated his cake and headed four hours to his house.
I had planned to surprise him with one of my homemade cakes, hoping we can eat it together or better yet, let him eat the icing off of his gift - me. But, the gods of heaven had a different thought in mind.
I grit my teeth as I saw him already eating somebody else's goodies. To top it all off, he was sucking off the man I've been crushing on for years! The thought of sharing the cake was wiped off my mind as I watched the scene happen on his kitchen table - which I remembered being spread eagled on top of not too long ago.
Have I ever mentioned the lucky streaks of my dating life? It was like a flying pig or a majestic unicorn prancing along rainbow road - nonexistent.
"We're through." Were the only words I could utter. Contrary to what I was feeling inside, my voice did not quiver. It was calm, even. The kind of tone nobody wanted to hear when something terrible happened.
I clutched the cake in my hand. For a brief second, I thought of smashing his brains out with the perfectly boxed and - may I add, beautifully decorated strawberry shortcake, his favourite, but thought against it. My precious cakes don't deserve such cruel fate. They deserved to be devoured by a woman who had just had her heart broken by her gay boyfriend of six embarrassing months.
So I turned around, picked the little pride I had left, held my head high and strutted my Louboutin out of there.
I glanced at my watch. 4 o'clock. If I hurry, I could get to the shop as soon as it closed. I planned on kicking everyone out and prepping for tomorrow myself.
Once inside my car, the pity party started.
Creepy stalkers, heartless jerks, financially abusive unemployed lazy asses, bipolar gang members, sensitive pediatrician by day and an S&M fanatic by night, a sexy ass confused lesbian who ended up as straight as a stick when I found her engaged to my cousin, a threesome that went horribly wrong because all I did was watch them go at it all night, and finally, to complete my miserable list of dating-don'ts 101, a gay heartthrob. It was cringe-worthy how I've dated each and every one hoping for that Hollywood happy ending.
I think I'm cursed. A sigh escaped my lips.
No wonder he knew his magentas from his fuschias, Kate Spade handbags from my Coco Chanels and whether my heels matched my outfits. I wanted to rip my eyeballs out and feed them to my cat. I was so fucking blind. I bet it was Ayame from middle school. She's the witch. She's the one that cursed me. She had always hated me for the fact that the love of her life had a thing for me.
"Oh, hey boss," one of my young peppy employees greeted as soon as I entered. His eyes growing into saucers seeing my get up. I could tell he wanted to say more, but the crease on my brow probably did not welcome any comments of why I was there when it was nearing closing time and why I was wearing such a skimpy outfit.
"Where's everybody?" I asked, already tying my hair up in a messy bun and putting my apron on.
Hearing no response, I turned around and asked the question again, adding his name this time.
"Everyone e-except Hitomi and I already went home." He stuttered, looking at my legs a little too long.
"Don't you two have a date tomorrow?" He nods. "It's your lucky day then. Call Hitomi, I will do the prepping so you can both go home early. Don't worry, I won't cut your pay." I instructed, signalling him to leave already.
"T-thank you." He stuttered again and clumsily headed to the kitchen to call his girlfriend of 3 fucking years. Not even a minute passed and he was dragging Hitomi out of the shop, but not before I heard her hiss about my obvious bad mood due to being dumped again.
"Have fun on your date tomorrow," I found myself call in a disgustingly bitter voice.
I winced, was I really jealous of these teens? Yes. My mind dared retort. I flipped the open sign on the door with a little more force than necessary and flicked the lights off so I can wallow in darkness. Sulking, I headed to the back and prepped. If anybody should know one thing about me, heartbroken or not, work always came first.
Two and a half hours later of what I considered a task equal to meditating, I headed to the front of the bakery, took the cake from the counter and sat at a tall stool. The once busy streets now quiet and isolated, with a few cars zooming by once in a while.
I set the cake in front of me, untied the bow and opened the box. I took the fork and dug a large chunk in the middle. "Shit, shit, shit." I chanted, feeling the familiar sting in my eyes and witnessing the lights filtering from the window blur. "Don't fucking cry. It was his lost." I soothed myself even though I knew deep down that I had lost another one, my pride deeply wounded.
What could I have done wrong? I did everything he asked. I invested so much time, even drove 4 hours there and back twice a week just so we could maximize our time together. How the hell did I lose to a man? Was I that boring?
In between large spoonfuls, regrets and my sobs, I felt a shiver crawl up my bare arms. It was one of those eerie moments where I felt as if somebody was staring at me. After wiping my eyes with a kleenex to reduce the tears and the translucency of my vision, I looked up.
As soon as I did that, the most unexpected chain of events happened to me that night.
3 things I was aware of: First, I had eaten half a cake in one sitting. Second, my mouth was stuffed with what I was almost positive was another quarter of the cake. Third, a man looking like an Abercrombie and Fitch model was standing outside my bakery, watching me.
He wore a dark suit, highlighting his unusual but beautiful silver hair. Even from this distance, I could tell he towered over me. He had broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and smouldering hazel eyes - or were they golden?
He opened the door and I gasped. Not from fear or panic, but the delicious smell of cologne that wafted in the air as soon as he did.
I fought the urge to throw myself at him and drown in his delicious scent.
I bit my lip the same time he licked his. Seeing my blatant stare and obvious and unexpected lust, he gave me one of those heart-stopping crooked grins most movie stars would spend years in front of a mirror of in order to imitate it.
"What is your name?" Oh my. I clamped my legs tightly together, shivering at the unfamiliar pool of desire down below. For a girl who has had no orgasms in over 4 years, it seems as if I could come just from hearing his deep, manly voice.
In my brief moment of distraction, he stepped closer, our bodies now just a mere centimetre apart. I almost recoiled, ashamed of what a slob I probably looked at the moment. But to my surprise, I closed the distance between us by resting my hands on his hard chest. My thighs opening up enough to let him position one of his legs between mine and allowing me to feel his semi-erect front.
He wiped frosting from the corner of my lips and, without breaking eye contact, sexily licked his fingers. My lungs seemed to have forgotten how to swallow and spit oxygen and carbon dioxide.
"K-Kagome." I all but breathed out.
"Kagome." He echoed, taking a strand of my hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Beautiful."
I felt my cheeks redden, then caught myself. What the hell am I doing? Sure I've played around before, but I don't go whoring myself at random men who took my fancy. Less than 7 hours ago, I found out my ex-boyfriend was a homosexual - and for god knew how long. Now I'm practically drooling over a man I just saw today. Not to mention almost climaxing when he hasn't even touched me.
I shook my head and gently pushed him away from me. "I'm sorry Mr-"
"Inuyasha." He corrected, intently holding onto my chocolate orbs.
"Okay, I'm sorry but we're closed." I uncrossed my legs and recrossed them, his stare melting my insides and gathering between my thighs.
"Say it." He said suddenly.
I stared up at him, confusion evident in my expression, "Say-" I drawled, "what?"
"My name, Kagome. Say it."
"Uh-" I mentally skimmed through my list and immediately categorized him in the creepy stalker department. Or a dedicated admirer. My mind purred, studying his eyes as they did the same to mine. "I-Inuyasha?" I obeyed hesitantly.
A groan came from his direction and I looked up, suddenly afraid that he was hurt.
"I finally found you." Was the last thing he said before he kissed and licked the icing off my face, sending electric shocks coursing through my body. He gave another appreciative sound.
I've done some foreplay before, but it was never this intense. I never acted in such a haste. It was not a want but a deep carnal need burning inside of me that demanded to be sated.
I moaned when his hand slid down, easily pushing aside the flimsy top I normally don't wear a bra with and squeezed one of my heavy breasts. My head leaned back and pulled away from his kiss. He leaned down, placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck and took a nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. He pulled the hard nub - tweaked, pulled, tweaked, then repeated his massage until I was panting for release, feeling it surfacing closer and closer.
I clung to his neck and forced his lips back on mine, this time taking charge and entering my tongue inside his hot mouth. He moaned and wrestled mine, fighting for dominance.
In my moment of determination, he slid his large hand over my short skirt, led his way under my black cotton thong and rubbed my wet, swollen and very sensitive bud. That was all it took before my world exploded. A strangled sob escaped my lips, clinging on to his suit for support.
I shuddered in pleasure and collapsed in his arms.
"Oh god," I hissed, realizing how fast I had come.
His lips broke into a victorious grin.
"I love strawberries." He murmured, taking the finger with my essence and popping it into his mouth, sucking and licking as he stared down at my guilt-ridden, surprised eyes.
A/N: I got an idea in my head and thought I might try it out. Tell me what you think! Please and thank you. Is it worth continuing? Let me know!