Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, just my ideas yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill.
Author's Note: Just a quick note ladies and germs, This is set in present day, which should be obvious. Also people know about demons and all that jazz, so don't freak when Sango says Dog boy. NBD. Oh! And there is going to be a lemon so this is that warning…did done…ENJOY and review!
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Library Duty
Kagome POV
I slouched behind my particle wood desk, slightly spinning in my chair. I stared at my cell phone, silently begging someone to text me. Little good my pathetic antics did, however. My cell phone stayed black and unmoving at the corner of my desk. Grumbling, I aimlessly began to click different tabs on my computer monitor.
The semester was about halfway done, making classes relatively settled and students comfortable enough to put off late night library trips. But for me and the other student workers, these were the worst nights. Everything is slow and quiet, and shifts seem to drag on forever (especially when they're in the middle of the night).
To my left a few patrons sat "studying". To my right, one was surfing the web, reading, it looked like. Other than that, the floor was empty. It was probably the same for the other seven floors of our massive library. Why do they even have us work this late?
'Cause the librarians don't want to, duh!'
I glanced to Mirouku, the night guard at the circulation desk. He appeared to be reading a newspaper, but the grin on his face assured me that he was appreciating "art" that just so happened to "capture the glories of a woman's body" (his words, not mine).
I sighed heavily, looking at the desk caddy at the edge of my desk. Every time I looked away it seemed to disarrange itself again. So, for the sixth time, I organized its contents.
"Highlighters in the front, pencils in the back, staples in the drawer, rubber bands and paper clips…"
I jumped as my desk phone rang. As said hundreds of times before , I answered, somewhat robotically.
"Shikon University Library, how can I help you?"
"Kagome, you look bored outta your mind."
"I am believe me." I rubbed my forehead, laughing dryly. "How can you sit here for twelve hours on a Sunday? I'm dying Mirouku! I can feel it. Boredom is slowly eating away at my soul! Devouring me from the inside."
"Practicing for theatre Kagome?" he chuckled. I glared at him from across the floor. "Come now, its not as ba as you're making it seem."
"Oh but it is. I've caught up on all my studying, and all my shows. What the hell am I supposed to do-". I saw him hang up on me as he stood up and walked to the counter.
I felt my mood brighten when I saw why. Sango, my roommate, had come to return some text books. For as big of a lecher as he was, Mirouku was a decent guy. He was the type that got tunnel vision when it came to love. From the first time I had invited him to pizza after a late night library duty/cram session where he had met her, Mirouku had tried to be in her good graces.
Unfortunately for him, his perverted tendencies seemed to emerge at the worst times. Over and over Sango would tell me about her dates with the night guard, and it always played out the same way. They'd meet, have a good time, and then that roaming hand of his would go and ruin it all.
As if on cue a slap echoed through the silent library.
"Oh 'Rouku, won't you ever learn?" I giggled a bit as Sango stormed towards my desk, a blush across her face.
"Hi Sango. Everything going well with Mirouku I presume." I said trying to suppress a laugh.
"We aren't even going to get on that subject." She huffed. "Especially when we both know that the more interesting subject is that of you and my dear friend Inuyasha." She perched a hip on the corner of my desk.
She was right. Personally I didn't see what the big deal was but apparently a first year student seeing a third year teaching assistant and student government president was something to talk about.
"Sango, we aren't even dating. We just enjoy each other's company." I tried to say expressionlessly, but failing miserably.
"Yeah. He enjoys your company thoroughly." She winked. "Kagome everyone on campus knows he's fucking crazy about you. As if your neck and crooked walk aren't proof enough." She laughed, covering her mouth, as trying not to bother patrons.
"Stop it." I shoved her playfully, which idn't do much from my seated position. "Is it so bad for us to be sleeping together? This is the 21st century. I can do what I want with who I want."
"all the power to you girl. I'm just saying that I'd never have the balls to do it." She pushed herself off her seat. "Well its almost 2 in the morning. I'm gonna go ahead and head home. Dog boy's walking you home right?" she said. One thing I loved about Sango was the fact that she did care. Walking home alone was something she could handle, since she was a second degree black belt, but when it came to ME walking home alone at night, she kind of had a problem.
"Yeah, shift's almost up. I'll be up there soon." I waved her off.
"K. Be careful. Kisses."
Turning off my computer, I stretched, and decided that I may as well start my closing routine. I walked around my floor, cleaning computer desks, pushing in chairs, and reloading paper in all the printers. Sighing, I looked to Mirouku and pointed up. This was the part I hated the most. After all my Computer Help desk duties were completed, I had to do a 'floor check'.
"2:15, guys libraries closing in 15 minutes. Everyone needs to head downstairs." And so I continued one floor after another until I got to the seventh floor. Taking a step outside of the employee elevator I began ushering people out, stopping just to go and check the individual study rooms.
Everything was as it should be. As I opened the door to the last study room, my mouth was suddenly covered.
I was shoved into the dark room, a hand still covering my mouth. I heard the door close and then we were in darkness. I tried to flare my arms, but my assailant used his strength to keep them to my sides. Easily he pushed my face to the wall, as my muffled pleas went unheeded. My protests went an octave up as I felt my attack push himself against me, one of his hands softly running up and down my leg, up to my ass.
Just before I broke down mentally, I took a step inwards. That touch…that smell…My meko senses peeked somewhat now realizing that I wasn't in any real harm. I went limp in his arms, letting out a breathy moan into his hand that went around my throat caressing softly.
"How did you know?" he said huskily into my ear, not relinquishing his hold on me.
"You dropped the ball when you started touching me." I whispered, pushing back against him, as I tried to get my breasts, which had suddenly gotten very sensitive, away from the cool wall.
"Hmm, am I that predictable, my little bitch?" he growled, pushing his erection against the small of my back.
"Not at all." I ground my hips against him, trying to nestle his cock against my ass. "It's just, I know how you touch me."
"Uh-huh." He breathed into my neck, licking the spot that made my knees buckle. His hands ran up and down my leg as they had before, lifting my skirt in the darkness, massaging my cheeks. "You're gorgeous did you know that?" His fingers started, unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse, pulling out my breasts, kneading them.
I couldn't even answer him. My head was reeling, as it always did when he touched me like this. Our love life was exhilarating because of moments like this, times he couldn't wait to have me.
It happened so fast, the sound of his zipper releasing his hard manhood. I could feel how hot it was against my cool skin. In the dark of the study room, it was like we were in our own little cocoon of lust. My heads moved of their own accord and pushed my cotton panties aside.
"Inuyasha, please…" I heard my voice say. It amazed me how he got me like this, like his own little sex slave, willing to do just about anything he wanted of me.
I was already slick with wetness, and I eagerly leaned forward against the wall to give him the perfect angle to enter me. As he slid inside, I gasped some at his sheer size. No matter how many times we had sex, it shocked me every time. Soon he was thrusting into me, holding the folds of my skirt up, just to give him enough skin to make us wild with hunger for more. He grunted terrible viciously delicious things in my ears. His fingers went to my mouth, keeping me silent. I wanted to moan, to scream his name, but I didn't dare in the sanctity of my precious library. Instead I sucked and bit on those fingers that knew my body so well. As he plowed into me, he held my throat. He pulled me close to him, making me turn my head almost painfully to kiss him.
I knew he was getting close when his pace picked up, and a blessing it was. I wanted to cum so bad. I could feel it in the bit of my abdomen, that beautiful heat that melts after an explosion of tension. And then it happened…
He pushed into me to the hilt, and clenched my breasts enough to hurt.
And there we stood perfectly still, both breathing heavily, bathing in the afterglow of an amazing quickie.
"The Library is now closing. All patrons should be gone. That means you two!"
"Oh my god…"I said pulling myself back together.
"what's wrong babe?" Inuyasha said, zipping up his pants.
"There are cameras all over this place. In ever room." I smacked my head…
