Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
It was another humid summer evening in the Japanese Feudal Era as Kagome made her way to a secluded hot spring she knew lay just beyond the next clearing. The group was crestfallen and loosing momentum in the fight with Naraku. They had lost all their shards and now a twisted hanyou possessed the completed Shikon Jewel.
Kagome could sense that he was using the power to birth an army he intended to use against his enemies, namely them. She could also sense that he used the power to cloak his position, though it was useless against her new, powerful senses.
They had grown. Her soul sensed the jewel all the time now and not just the location. She could sense the possessor's intent, could feel their emotion through that connection as her own. Feeling Naraku's toxic, negative emotion all day left her exhausted, weary, and slightly depressed. She wasn't used to feeling so angry and disgusted all the time so she didn't really know how to combat it without the use of her usual cheerful personality to back her up.
Instead, she found a woman exposed the world's greatest injustices. She fought evil now knowing full well what kind of brutality it was capable of. Her heart remained pure and loving but her exterior hardened under pressure until she carried herself in an intimidating way. Fortunately, she knew just what she needed to wind down for the day.
Inuyasha knew better than to come after her at this time unless he wanted to be sat into oblivion. She left him and Shippo fighting over Ramen so she could bathe quietly. Sango and Kohaku would spend the evening sparring with Kilala and catching up on old times. She knew her sister longed to reconnect with her tormented little brother and she would let them have their time.
She would have her's.
The yellow bag was tossed onto the ground with a thunk as she began stretching. She raised her arms above her head and reached with all her might before swiftly bending double at the waist into a toe-touch, exhaling with relief at her tired muscles. Her long, black hair whipped over her head to fall over her face like a curtain as she stretched her thighs until they stung, reaching between her legs to touch the ground behind her.
She whipped her hair back over her shoulders as she straightened her back and it settled around her waist before she reached behind her again to grasp her left ankle with her left hand. The leg was pulled harshly until the balls of her feet made contact with the skin in between her shoulders. Her torso then bent forward at her hips like a ballerina until her nose nearly made contact with her knee. She held the position for a moment, forcing herself to take several deep breaths behind eyes closed in concentration, before releasing and repeating the action with the opposite leg.
Finally satisfied with the stretching, she decided to undress. Both hands worked nimbly to untie her red tie before pulling it away. Next, she unbuttoned her shirt until she freed it from her shoulders to reveal a black, lacy bra bursting with cleavage. She spared a glance down at her chest and smiled softly, remembering when her friend Ayumi gave it to her as a joke back in her time. She never imagined she'd one day come to fill it out so nicely.
Her hands went behind her back to unhook the bra with a pop. She gently pulled the straps down her arms until the bra, too, fell to the ground in a pile with the rest of her clothes.
She felt a warm breeze hit her then and she closed her eyes against the pleasurable feeling of her nipples coming to attention. She unzipped her skirt until it pooled at her feet and slid her thumbs beneath the strings of her white panties, bending double as she pulled them gently over her knees.
Stepping out of the pile of clothes, she unzipped her bag next. She freed her bathing supplies from its depths and made her way, finally, to the waiting water.
Supplies abandoned on the edge of the bank, she sighed appreciatively as her feet tip toed slowly into the water's depths, hissing her pleasure as she sunk into it, stopping only when the heat stopped just over her breasts. She situated herself against a comfortable rock as her hands came up to knead the soft mounds of their constant ache. Between puberty, archery and running for her life, it seemed like they were always sore.
One hand continued kneading away the ache as the other trailed slowly down her belly until she was aching for her own touches. Her moans filled the clearing as one finger slid between her lips to graze her jewel.
Her breaths came in pants while her tongue curled against her teeth firmly. Her cheeks flamed as she felt the tension pulling from her thighs to swell into her core. A wave of warmth swept over her and she surrendered, bucking her hips to bring her fingers further into her tight sheath. She threw back her head and arced her back in the water, her lips slightly parted in an animalistic pant as the first stirrings of her release began to pull from her thighs. She was a split second away from climax when a calm, deep, monotone addressed her huskily from the bank.
"You look like you could use a hand."
AN: Reviews are my fuel. Be gentle, this was my first fic ever!