Transgressions
by Rinelwin
Italics - flashback
- quote
Chapter One
Kagome lifted her head from her pillow to look at her husband as he dressed for work. He lifted his hands to pull his shirt over his head, and the muscles on his back flexed suggestively. He was so beautiful, so wonderfully male. His brute strength and usual scowl did nothing to hide the sculpted features that attracted the eyes of many a lady, though he didn't seem to notice. Of course, it helped that he had a trust fund to accommodate for his unpredictable temper, but to Kagome his perks and flaws added to his allure; he was everything she could ever dream of wanting in the man she would spend the rest of her life with.
He could have had any woman he had set his golden eyes on, but he'd picked her. Her, Kagome the nut case from the Art Club, and she loved him even more for that. For seeing who she was behind her indifferent attitude and unleashing the woman she was meant to be. They balanced each other quite nicely, she thought. Her being friendly, and polite, and him being rude and solitaire. She wouldn't trade him for the world.
She sighed and he turned around to face her, gold eyes clashed with brown. His mouth quirked up in a little smile at the mussed state of her hair. He stalked over to the bed, like a lithe tiger, knelt one knee on the mattress, and bent down to give a bittersweet brush of lip on lip. Her eyes closed at once with pleasure. He pulled away with a smile on his face.
"Good morning," he said huskily.
"Morning," she replied as she opened her eyes with a goofy smile.
Sometimes she couldn't believe she still reacted like this after three years of being married to him. She should've already pass the Newly Wed status, shouldn't she?
Inuyasha chuckled and returned to his task. Kagome sat up and continued to watch him put on his suit, piece by piece. When he pulled out his tie she got up and padded over to where he stood in front of the full-length mirror. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, tip-toed to look over his shoulder into the mirror and performed the art of tying his necktie. She finished straightening it and looked up to see Inuyasha looking at her in the mirror. His lips lifted in one corner and he blew her a kiss. She laughed, slapped his derriere then walked off to take a shower.
Inuyasha's gaze followed her until the bathroom door closed behind her. Then he looked back in the mirror at his not-so-perfectly-done tie. No matter how much she tried, she just couldn't get it out right, not that he would tell her. He wondered why it was that he was thinking about it, if before he would just put on his shoes and not worry about it. He liked her uniqueness, as she called it, and he would never asked her to change it. Her thoughtfulness touched him; she was always doing something for him whether it was making breakfast, sketching him, or painting their room that awful lime green. "To give it a lively, loved look" she'd said. It never bothered him before.
Shaking his head as if to shake away his thoughts, he quickly undid his tie, and retied it, picked up his shoes and went to work.
Kagome ran her painting knife along the fine line of the man's back.
A knock pierced through the calming silence of the studio, startling her and causing her to smudge the details she was adding to define the muscles on the figure's broad shoulders.
"Blast it!" she said as she put down her tools. Another knock followed. "I'm coming!"
She got up and walked to the huge, hanger doors and opened one a crack.
"Finally!" said Kikyo, Kagome's best friend and harshest critic.
"I hope you know that you just ruined another fine painting!" replied Kagome.
Kikyo just smiled faintly and walked in. "Well, it's horridly cold outside, you know. Did you want me to catch pneumonia?"
Kagome chuckled, "If it'll save a few of my paintings then sure!"
Kikyo gave her a mock scowl, then went to the make-shift kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Kagome just walked back to her easel and picked up her oil paint. She scrutinized the painting a bit more to try and contemplate how to fix it without having to resort to paint remover. She was never as good at removing the paint as she was at putting it on.
She bit the end of her paint brush, looking at the painting at an angle, as if that would enlighten her as to what to do about her current predicament. The sweet smell of coffee wafted from behind and she looked over her shoulder to see Kikyo observing her handiwork.
"You like it?"
"Yes, very sensual. And, may I say, quite different from your usual. What inspired this?"
"Oh... same old same old."
"Ah, interesting. One minute he inspires dark paintings, the next outstanding moderns, and now this: a nude man and a waterfall."
Kagome chuckled. "Yes, well it works out fine, doesn't it?"
Kikyo's mouth quirked up a little. "Yes, I guess it does."
Kagome raised an eyebrow, "You guess? Oh, you ruin my paintings now insult them! You better buy me a very good present for my birthday this year!"
Kikyo laughed outright at that, and said, "What are you talking about Kagome? You know that I give youvery good presents every year!"
"Hah!"
"Well, they're better than what Inu- that man buys you, that's for sure!"
"Well...you have a point..."
Kikyo smiled smugly, "See?"
"...But he pays up for it in bed..."
Kikyo reddened, "Are you saying I should pay up for it in bed too?"
Kagome almost choked. "Kikyo!"
Kikyo laughed until tears came to her eyes.
"Oh Kagome! You walked face-first into that one!"
Kagome folded her arms over her chest to appear indignant, but only succeeded in painting her nose. And making Kikyo laugh harder.
"Oh fudge it, I'm getting ice cream!"
"Ice cream! Kagome! It's thirty degrees outside, and going down fast!"
Kagome looked blankly at Kikyo. "And your point is?"
Kikyo shook her head at Kagome as she sauntered off to the kitchenette and pulled out her ice cream maker. The one that Kikyo has bought her for her birthday last year.
While Kagome was distracted with deciding what flavor ice cream she wanted - the war was between pistachio-almond and rainbow sherbert - Kikyo went over to her corner and pulled off the sheet covering her canvas and started to work on her landscape.
Kikyo closed her door later that evening and dropped her keys in the bowl that sat on the table in the foyer, under the pretty vintage mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror, running her fingers along her cheek bone and jaw line. Her eyes looked back at her with melancholy and her hand touch the necklace that sat above her breasts. She closed her eyes, her thoughts running to her lover.
When Kikyo's breathing had returned to normal she rolled over and wrapped her arms around his waist, delivering a chaste kiss to his chest. He brought his arm around her back, held her close, and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him with all her love in her eyes and smiled. He smiled back then threw his arm over his eyes and began to relax some more. They lay there, limbs intertwined for half an hour before Kikyo sat up and inched her way off the bed; his hand shot out to wrap around her wrist, stopping her from escaping.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice deep and hoarse from their love making.
"To the bathroom," she replied, then lifted her hand to kiss his wrist. He grinned at her.
"Don't leave me alone for too long or I'll have to come looking for you."
She gave a little laugh, stood up and padded to the bathroom to clean herself up.
When she came back her lover was sitting up in the bed, his back propped against some pillows, his arm resting on his drawn knee, relaxed at the wrist, gazing lazily at her and grinning like a rake. He lifted his other hand, silently beckoning her to come to her master and commander. The master of her soul; the commander of her heart. She obediently did as he wished, for she wished it too. She wanted him for as long as she could keep him, and she dreaded it wouldn't be for long. Their relationship was of the treacherous kind.
Not liking where her thoughts had taken her she concentrated on the man before her. So rugged, so beautiful. No man had made her feel so much like a woman, no man had made her weak in the knees. No man had made her sin before.
"Close your eyes," he whispered as she came to sit on the bed next to him, and she did.
He leaned close to her and she felt something cool press against the skin at her throat, and she could feel his breath by her ear. Then he leaned back and said, "You can open them now."
She opened her eyes to look directly into his, then looked down at where a beautiful diamond necklace lay, the tiny pendant snuggled between the rises of her bare breasts. She gasped with surprised delight. Tears came to her eyes. She did not deserve such a treasure.
She looked up at him and he must have sensed her rejection for he put a finger to her lips.
"Shh, please take it, baby. I want you to have it."
"But I can't-"
"Please, Kikyo. Please take it. It would make me," he took a deep breath, " very happy."
Kikyo looked him in the eyes and saw the sincerity in them, and glanced down at the rare stone. Then she smiled and threw her arms around his neck, throwing him off balanced and tumbling them both to the floor in a heap of laughter and kisses.
Kikyo opened her eyes again and looked at herself in the mirror, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. How could she have done it? Sinned like that? She was so tired of being lonely, and she didn't want to lose him, but she knew she would end up losing in the end. And she would lose much more than her heart for her sin was too great, her lies not repairable. "For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men," she whispered, then drew a shaky breath, " - men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness." Then she covered her face with her hands and fell to her knees and wept. "God, forgive me."
Romans 1:18
To Be Continued.
Dedicated to: Arielle Jackson, for almost always never finding something wrong in my stories , and for other more personal reasons - she knows what I mean.
Many Thanks to: Elizabeth McNab, for almost always finding something wrong, and helping me fix it . I love a critic with useful suggestions! Keep on bringing them!
Thanks To: Adonis, my sex advisor .
Shout Out to: All my fans ALL over the world (giggles). Annie and Emilia, where would I be without you? You like me! You really, really like me! (breaks down in tears).
Author's note: I don't know who in the world would waste their time reading my author's notes, but here goes nothing. I admit, I tried my hand at humour- no fear I haven't given up yet- but my tendencies tend to lean toward the serious and angst that floats around in my scary mind. This story is more serious, but there's some angst to be found too, though I hope it will not be over-bearing. Hopefully, this will still be of entertainment to you. And I'm not against a little encouragement in any area (story-wise). Um...hint! hint?