Temporary Bliss
This is probably the first story I'm really nervous about posting. I just don't think this story is good, but every time I hear this song – I think of this! And, for your guys' information, I refuse to write lemons. I read them from time to time, it's just I have a personal preference not to write them or imagine writing them.
You understand, some of you, right?
D'
I hope so…
So please, even if it is a flame – I NEED the criticism! Read and Review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Hoobastank.
~~Inuyasha~~
While driving down the road, I feel my phone vibrate in the breast pocket of my red shirt and flip it open. Sighing, I read the message.
My place. Now
I read who the message is from.
Kikyo…
Why should I? Why should I just drop what I'm doing just to come over?
But deep inside, my own conscious answers me.
Because you wantit, want the beauty of it all – no matter how short. No matter how painful it is in the end.
I shake my head and, after glancing in my review mirror, turn my black SUV around.
I come over
Quarter past two
Love in my eyes
Blinded by you
Just to get a taste of heaven
I'm on my knees
I pull in the apartment driveway and switch the ignition off, not quiet ready to go in. I drop the cell in the cup holder –wouldn't need it anyway- and step out of the car. I walk up the white door and knock once-
The door opens immediately to reveal Kikyo in a silk housecoat, her black locks cascading over her straight shoulders. Her scent wavers up to my nose and I inhale, taking in her clean, watery scent. My eyes lock with her dark orbs, but I can tell there's something behind them. Her red lips are twisted in a playful smile.
Without so much as a hello, she grabs my work tie – jerking me down - and kisses me. Our kiss is short-lived as she breaks away to run down her hallway.
Walk away. Right now, just go! Right-
I chase her, vaguely remembering to close the door behind me.
I can't help it
I'm addicted
But I can't stand the
Pain inflicted
In the morning
You're not holding on to me
As expected, I find her in the master bedroom, sitting innocently at the head of the king size bed. I shed some of my clothing and crawl up next to her, wearing only my grey work pants. On my knees, I tower over her as she wraps her arms around my waist, pressing me against her body. I lower my head to capture her lips, feeling her moan against me.
Part of me likes the sensation, knowing she's enjoying this- enjoying me, but the other half… is so confused.
What's it gonna be Kikyo? Will I be your only one?
"Kikyo," I whisper against her lips, my claws lazily touching the sensitive skin on her neck.
Tell me what's the point of doing this every night
What you're giving me
Is nothing but a heart
It's a lullaby
Gonna kill my dreams, oh
This is the last time
Baby, make up your mind
Instead of answering me, she attacks my lips. I hold her close, not letting my prey escape. Gently, I lay us down on the giant bed and slip her housecoat off, revealing her pearly-white lingerie. I break away from her lips and lean in to whisper in her ear, "Kiikyyooo?..."
I brace myself on my arms, laying on top of her, and look at the woman beneath me, a questioning look in my eyes.
She knows what I'm asking… Why won't she answer me?
She keeps her eyes half-lidded and reaches up to caress my cheek. Not looking me in the eye, she breathes out, "Just you, Inuyasha… Only you…"
Doubtful, I lower my head to kiss her again; all the while tainted thoughts crosses my mind: How can I trust you, Kikyo? How do I know you're telling the truth?
"Really?" I whimper, then instantly hate myself for exposing weakness.
For half a second, I can feel her hesitation before she once again attacks me with her lips, almost teeth-banging.
'Cause I can't keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
Before I slip under your sheets
Can you give me something, please?
I can't keep touching you like this
If it's just temporary bliss
Just temporary bliss
As we lay on the bed, playing our "game," I can't help but think about how it used to be. We used to go out on lovely dinners and talk for long hours; just being ourselves around each other. Not long after our one-year dating anniversary, I met Kagome, an old (and obviously no longer) friend of Kikyo's. I got to know this girl, really know her, but that's when Kikyo started asking for a different kind of attention.
At first, I was thrilled and eager to dish and deliver that kind of attention out. But now…
We were on fire
Now we're frozen
There's no desire
Nothing spoken
You're just playing
I keep waiting for your heart
(I keep waiting for ya!)
Shaking my head, I lean off of the impatient woman and sit on the edge of the bed.
Why can't I walk away! Why do I keep crawling back to her, answering every petty call from her? I never should've left Kagome-
A cool hand touches my bare back and caresses my skin in soothing circular motions. I tense as Kikyo braces her knees on either sides of my hips, pressing herself along my back. Still massaging my shoulders, she nips one of my ears and whispers into it, "What's wrong, dear? What's keeping you from enjoying us?"
I look over my shoulder to look at her. Hiding from me, she buries her face between my shoulder blades. Her fingers suggestively squeeze my upper arms; drags her nails down my toned muscles. I jerk my head up and hiss, and she takes this opportunity to kiss my exposed neck.
I smirk at her ministrations.
Never one to be patient enough for conversation, eh Kikyo?
I am fending for the sunshine
To show our love in a good light
Give me reason
I am pleading to the stars
(Tell me)
I twirl around and slam her into the bed.
"Tell me!" I nearly shout into her bewildered face. Her eyes dart from one wrist I have easily captured to the other. Finally, she gazes back at me with a confused face, tears on the verge of spilling and staining her pale cheeks.
"Tell me…" I try in a softer tone. "Why are you doing this to us? To me?"
She shakes her head, never letting her eyes drift away from mine.
"Wh-what ever do you mean, love?"
I growl, bringing my face closer until our noses touch.
"You sure damn well know what I'm talking about."
Tell me. Tell me before my heart decides this little game of yours is pointless and decides to end my life. It has that power, Kikyo, to kill me – and you know that. Why do you keep doing this to me? I come over, we sleep together, and then you kick me out of the house in the morning like I was some stray business man who wandered in uninvited… well, knowing you, you probably invited him to your bed first-
Why am I letting you do this to me!
Tell me what's the point of doing this every night?
What you're giving me
Is nothing but a heart
It's a lullaby
Gonna kill my dreams, oh
This is the last time
Baby, make up your mind
I bury my face in the sheets next to her head, trying vainly to ease the stress built up over the years. For three years I've allowed myself to play this cat and mouse game – only to be caught in Kikyo's claws.
"Kikyo, you say you want me, and then you ditch me – what the hell is that?"
The only reaction I get is her tossing her head from side to side in denial. The salty scent of tears reaches my nose deep in her sheets, and I lift my head to see her crying. Even though I may hate what she's doing to me, messing with my mind, I feel a pang of regret in my heart.
Slowly, I ease my head down and kiss her. When she doesn't reject me, I begin to rub against her, sparking her arousal.
'Cause I can't keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
Before I slip under your sheets
Can you give me something, please?
I can't keeping touching you like this
If it's just temporary bliss
Just temporary bliss
I release her and her hands quickly work at my belt, then my pants.
I'm your one and only, only when you're lonely
(Na-na-na-na na-na-na-na) x2
Once the both of us are fully de-clothed, appearing with everything we came with into this world, Kikyo stretches over the bed and turns off the lamp.
Leaving the both of us the bask in darkness and discover new things only with our senses.
I'm your one and only, only when you're lonely
Baby why you callin' me?
Not another one
Not try'na be your whole life
I don't wanna fall asleep
It's too late… I'm stuck in Kikyo's little mind game. I'm right where she wanted me, under her sheets.
I smirk against her lips as I pull away to nuzzle her neck, relishing in the moans I receive.
One more chance. I shouldn't, not if I value my sanity, but if she's still here in the morning…. I'll stay.
That's my last thought before the passion washes away all coherent thoughts.
I'm your one and only, only when you're lonely
Baby why you callin' me?
Not another one
Not try'na be your whole life
I wake up first, and – surprise, surprise – Kikyo is now where to be found. I grip the sheets next to me, puncturing little holes in the thin material from my claws, and inhale the stale scent, but Kikyo's been long gone, probably for hours.
Damn…. I had it coming, though… I had it coming.
I get up and dress myself, throwing whatever pieces of Kikyo's clothes I find in to corner of the room. I grab my keys and head for the front door.
However, Kikyo, I think to myself as I turn the doorknob. That was your last chance.
I can't keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
Before I slip under your sheets
Can you give me something, please?
I can't keeping touching you like this
If it's just temporary bliss
Just temporary bliss
Temporary bliss
I walk out the door to my SUV and climb in. Wearily, I rest my head against the steering wheel when I hear another vehicle pull in. Looking up to peer into my review mirror to see just who parked behind me, my stomach churns.
Stepping out of his fancy black mustang is my old nemesis. Well, still is if anyone cared to ask me. His slick, black hair flies out in every direction. Behind his dark sunglasses, I know from past experience his red eyes burn as they seek out easy prey. No matter how many times I see his slimy form, his skin is always pale; his lips always thin in anticipation or annoyance, or both.
As he walks past my window, I see a flicker of recognition pass over his features as he takes me in: tussled hair, sleepy eyes, wrinkled clothes – everything. He manages to smile and wave at me, however.
I can't keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
I can't keep feeling love like this
It's not worth temporary bliss
"Naraku…" I growl out as soon as he looks away, hiding my utter disgust from him. I clutch the steering wheel as a life line as he strolls right up to Kikyo's door.
Stay! I order myself. This is herlife, let her do whatever the hell she wants.
The door opens to reveal a freshened up Kikyo, greeting that slime the same way she greeted me: kiss, chase, and everything.
Only Naraku forgot to close the door – bastard probably did that on purpose just for me.
A/n: Soooo… What do you think?
Yeah, yeah. I still can't believe I had the guts to post this thing – I still feel like taking it down, but… I wanted to hear what you thought!
(See? Bold, italics, and underlined – I value your opinions!)
Or anyway I can make it better? That's why I'm really posting it, in hopes of improving it!
Till next time!
!
By the way, does anyone know how I could enter one of my stories into a competition? Some of my favorite stories start off (you know, after they go back and rewrite everything) saying they won second, first, whatever place in some writer's competition. Is this related, or another thing all together?
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