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Pennies and Dimes
Part II
They were in a closet. A closet of all things at some rarely used library in the fucking microfiche section, and Inuyasha couldn't care less. His back was pressed against the wall, skin cool against the brick but fuck, nowhere else was. Kagome's hot, wet mouth covered his cock, licking and sucking and goddamn–
That thing she kept doing with her tongue melted his brain.
He tugged on her long black hair, probably just the wrong side of painful but this was it. He didn't even know how long they'd been in the closet, how long Sango was probably waiting in the study room for him to show up. Surely he was late for the group meeting but fuck if he cared. This was so much better.
"Close," he whispered out and goddamn it he was torn between wanting to come right the fuck now and having Kagome's mouth wrapped around him like this for a few more hours. She hummed and did that thing with her tongue again, enough to stop him from talking for the rest of the day. He may never recover. Looking down at her, shirt half off, hair falling out of its ponytail, red swollen lips on display…
Kagome pulled off of him with a slick pop, looking so horribly debauched he was actually indescribably pleased with himself. Yet, why was she stopping? She knew he was meeting with his group now because he had told her the second he saw her, and he mentioned that anything between them would make him very late.
Well then. Was this payback for making her miss that class that week or so ago?
But her eyes told a different story. The dark brown, nearly black orbs met with his golden ones, clashing. Ever so slowly, without breaking the gaze, she leaned forward. Her tongue licked at the head before her lips wrapped around his dick, so tight and perfect as she slid down to try and take all of him in, eyes never leaving him.
His orgasm was hardly surprising after all this time, but fuck if it didn't take him over. He bit his lip to keep as quiet as he could possibly manage in such a situation. It didn't really work. What maybe got to him was the fact that she swallowed him down, all of it, milking him for what it was worth while he tried and mostly failed to stay standing. He was mostly on the floor when she pulled off, and Inuyasha sank down completely, leaning his head against the cold wall.
He needed a second.
"Maybe one day this will happen in a bed," Kagome commented lightly, a joke. He wasn't sure if she was trying to be funny or not, but with the way her voice rasped slightly, it was certainly an unnecessary tease.
"You never know," he replied. Inuyasha stared at her then, appraising his work. Earlier he'd made her come twice, but he thought it took a hell of a lot more effort to make her happy than him.
He was clearly owed another blowjob.
About to say as much, Inuyasha blinked when Kagome stood up and took off her shirt. She pulled the rest of her hair out of the elastic, shaking it. Inuyasha was turned on and that was just…awkward and impossible and why the hell was this happening again? "What are you doing?"
Kagome shot him an incredulous look, fixing her bra before putting her shirt back on. "I'm trying to make myself look presentable. You should do the same, don't you have that meeting?"
Smirking, Inuyasha knew this was some sort of payback, all meant to piss him off. Strangely, he was more amused than anything else. "Yeah, although I'm not sure how successful you'll be."
The raven-haired beauty laughed and started to put her hair back up. "Speak for yourself." Kagome paused, looking down at herself as if to ensure she was ready before grabbing her backpack. "You going to move sometime, or am I just that good?"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and stood up, tucking himself back in. His loose t-shirt fixed itself for the most part but his hair was potentially a lost cause.
"You're hopeless," Kagome muttered under her breath, grabbing at him until he turned his back to her.
Inuyasha was about to growl something along the lines of what the fuck when he felt his hair gently pull back, hands skimming through it. He frowned. "Are you brushing my hair with your fingers?"
"Hardly," Kagome replied dryly. "I'm making it less obvious about what happened to you. I am the one that did this in the first place."
His ears twitching on the top of his head, Inuyasha listened for Kagome's movements, her calm breathing. She was very different from when they had sex – which was always. It was those moments afterwards, the ones where neither of them normally stuck around for. "What time is it?" he asked, for a lack of anything else to say.
The hands in his hair left, the sound of a zipper from her bag opening and closing. "Eight minutes until four. What time was your meeting?"
"Three-thirty." Inuyasha feared checking his own phone which was on vibrate. The angry calls and texts would be overwhelming. Sango was not a force to go against. It would probably just be better to feign ignorance and pretend he just hadn't checked. Better yet, he shouldn't check at all and just run to the study room. It was three floors up still.
"I'll probably see you around then eventually," Kagome said, smiling gently. "Have fun at your meeting."
"Sango is going to murder me," Inuyasha responded, glaring at her. "What can I do to not make her so mad?"
The light chuckle was almost too evil. Inuyasha feared the worst. "There's no way out of it," Kagome stated, shrugging. At least she looked a little sad, a little worried about his fate. He may not live to see tomorrow, or to have sex with Kagome again.
That would be sad.
…The first part, not the second. Or both?
"Can you hear anyone out there?" she asked, hand on the doorknob. Inuyasha only had to focus for a moment, ears twitching, before he shook his head in a negative. Who the hell needed microfiche anyways? "Good luck then."
"Yeah, thanks," Inuyasha mumbled sarcastically, following her outside and bending to pick up his bag on the way. The bottom of it was all dirty and dusty from the very unused floor of the closet. The fact that this closet wasn't, in fact, locked said something for the microfiche collection at the university.
Taking the stairs up, Inuyasha tried very hard to think of an excuse. There wasn't much of one, mostly because Sango knew his schedule better than he did. He'd had class a while before this, so there was no time to go home in between. He had to have been on campus, but doing what that would take up his time? Not only that, but make him late.
Fuck, he was screwed.
The study hall was the third one down to the right, the room they typically liked to book because it had a whiteboard that they could run their ideas on and try to work out solutions. Inuyasha hadn't even been able to touch the door handle before Sango yanked it open, face livid.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. "And you better have a good excuse because we have been making solid progress here and the last thing I need is for you to slack off– Oh my god, is that a hickey?"
Inuyasha blinked, stared and didn't move. He was like that deer in the headlights, who knew death was coming but was too frozen in fear to save itself. His entire group – Miroku, Hiten, Manten and Jakotsu – now stood in the doorway, watching the show.
"Do not tell me you ditched us for sex!" Sango wailed, flinging the door open further and then stomping back inside. "Look at his face, he's flushed! Miroku, what the fuck? I thought you told me he was saving himself for marriage!"
Oh dear god.
"You sly dog," Miroku cheered, fist-pumping before digging his hand into Inuyasha's shoulder. "Man, I didn't think you had it in you."
"You make it sound like my first time!" Inuyasha replied, rolling his eyes.
"It wasn't?" Hiten snickered.
"Fuck you," Inuyasha shot back, flipping him off with his middle finger and looking back at Sango. "Sorry I'm late."
If anything, he made it worse. Sango actually took a deep breath, let it out and then shook her head. "Please tell me the girl was at least worth it. She's your girlfriend, right? You honestly wouldn't ditch us for some quickie."
Huh. How did he properly answer that? Kagome wasn't just a quickie, because they tended to be anything but quick. Not only that, but they were somewhat regular. He'd find her or she'd find him, they would find the nearest abandoned spot and then fuck. Sometimes it wasn't even all that abandoned.
"Yeah buddy!" Miroku yelled, forcing Inuyasha into a high-five. "You don't have to call her again, nice."
"I never–" Inuyasha stopped and rolled his eyes. "Can we just start the meeting?"
"I'd actually rather know who you're screwing," Jakotsu commented blithely, giving a cheery smile. "It's a hell of a lot more interesting than this."
"I'd rather not."
Sango raised an eyebrow. "So definitely a girlfriend then and you didn't tell me? I thought we were friends."
"Dude, not a girlfriend," Miroku whined, rubbing his forehead like Inuyasha had just been sentenced to death. Potentially, in his mind, he had been.
"She's not my girlfriend," Inuyasha growled, but before Sango could open her mouth to protest or say anything else ridiculous, he cut her off. "No! She's not my girlfriend but we're…friends. We know each other, and stuff. We sometimes even talk. Before. Or, uh, after. But we're friends."
They definitely weren't friends, but fuck it if he could explain it any better.
"Really?"
"YEAH BUDDY!" Miroku cheered, his arms up and positioned in a 'V' for victory. "That's how you get shit done!"
Jakotsu sighed and looked at Miroku with slight disdain. "And that, my friend, is why you never get laid."
This is getting kind of complicated, Kagome thought as her anthropology professor droned on and on about the proper procedure for artifact extraction. I am so screwed. She stared at the name written once in tight cursive, the name her mind supplied while she was idly doodling. Inuyasha.
Fuck.
It made sense but that hardly helped to bother her less. Kagome had been thinking about the silver-haired engineering student for far longer than was necessary. She had had that problem yesterday too, and the day before that after their little rendezvous in the library closet. And on that note, what the hell was wrong with her? Kagome was not an exhibitionist, not at all but apparently…apparently.
Fuck.
And now she had scribbled Inuyasha's name in her notebook like a school girl's first crush. It was depressing.
"Higurashi, are you feeling okay? You're pale." Hojo Ueda poked her gently in the shoulder, getting her attention. The guy had a nice smile and he was smiling at her now, worry laced through it.
Kagome nodded her head, shrugging to make it seem like nothing. The fact that her mind was starting to implode was hardly comment-worthy. But…Hojo was a cute guy. He was taller than her – not up to Inuyasha's height – but that hardly held any bearing. He had nice blue eyes and sandy brown hair that was short and manageable, unlike Inuyasha's stupidly long hair. He was in her program. They had similar interests. Hojo had always been a bit flirty, but nothing beyond that. Admittedly, he was shy and blushing whenever Kagome made a comment that was borderline crass.
What if Kagome gave him a chance, or if he gave her a chance? Hojo was a great guy. They could…they could try dating. Why not? They could grab dinner, probably a movie to test the waters. He had a car she thought, so Hojo would drive her home, kiss her goodnight and the night would be perfect and lovely.
Come to think of it, why not invite Hojo inside? The past month had been fantastic with all he sex she was having, and surely Hojo…
Oh god. Kagome stifled a complaint under her breath because…no. She couldn't imagine it. Kagome tried, rather desperately in the middle of her anthropology class to picture Hojo having his way with her and it just wasn't showing. Hell, she had more sex outside of a bedroom than in one this past month and a half, and the thought of Hojo doing that made her want to laugh. Yeah right. She'd have a better chance marrying Inuyasha.
And seriously, the half-demon needed to disappear from her brain. Kagome knew his schedule by now, although admittedly she knew little else. Inuyasha was someone she had casual sex with and just because she rather enjoyed it – enjoyed him – it meant nothing. She was probably having some sort of belated sexual awakening, or– or– whatever.
"Kagome, you're worrying me. Class was dismissed, are you even paying attention?" Hojo asked, not unkindly.
This was becoming really embarrassing. "I'm fine," she tried to assure him, forcing a smile. "I just have a lot on my mind." Packing up her stuff, Kagome followed Hojo out but turned right instead of left. Hojo gave her a strange look but she merely waved. "I'm going to have to skip the library. I'll see you tomorrow!" He probably yelled something back at her but Kagome didn't care. This had to be tested; she needed to figure things out. She didn't get distracted this easily so something…something was different.
The crowd was building, people squeezing their way through the halls. Even with humans and demons of every shape and size, it was easy to spot him, to see long silver hair and golden eyes. They widened the moment he caught sight of her. "Kagome, what's going on?"
"You're done classes for the rest of the day, right?" she asked without preamble. It just wasn't like them to beat around the bush.
Inuyasha gave her a weird look but nodded. "I was planning on heading to the gym."
"It's alright," Kagome replied, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away. "I'll give you a workout that's way more fun."
Somehow they made it to the bus, on it and off of it. Kikyo was home but like usual she was doing some sort of dance workout in front of the television in the living room. It wasn't hard to sneak by her, Inuyasha grabbing Kagome's butt as they ran up the stairs.
She was trying to figure things out, or that was what Kagome told herself. But when Inuyasha wasted no time in removing their clothes, rolling on the condom and slamming into her so hard the headboard smashed into the wall, Kagome realized this wasn't helping at all. If anything it made it worse because all she could do was stifle her screams for more while her mind uselessly supplied that she wanted that in more ways than one.
Parties simply weren't his thing. The only reason he was here was because Sango invited him. Miroku was there too, apparently getting them drinks but he had yet to see the blue-eyed man again. He often tended to disappear at parties, normally with various women. It was expected, if not the norm.
"Inuyasha!" Sango yelled from somewhere behind. The brunette made her way through the crowd, a leggy raven-haired woman behind her. "Hey, you came!"
"Miroku is persistent," he replied, shrugging at her.
Sango laughed and rolled her eyes. "Of course, I'd hardly expect anything else. By the way, this is my roommate Kikyo. I don't think you've ever officially met before. Kikyo, this is the asshole I was talking to you about."
"Ah, pleasure," Kikyo said, extending a hand. Inuyasha noted it was cool and a bit wet, probably from the sweat off the beer bottle she was holding. And speaking of beer, Miroku better appear–
"My dearest," Miroku purred, almost on cue as he sidled up behind Sango. "How great it is to see you."
Sango bit her lip to hide a smile but didn't quite manage it. Lightly she smacked his arm and laughed. "Don't put those moves on me. I know exactly what you're like!"
For a split second, the black-haired man hesitated, but then he grinned cheekily and wrapped an arm around her. "Right. Inuyasha, here's your beer."
"Where's yours?" the half-demon asked, staring at the suspiciously low amount of golden liquid in the bottle.
"Finished like a champ," Miroku replied. When Inuyasha only raised a brow, he continued. "Oh come on, drink up. You look like someone kicked your puppy."
"Fitting," Kikyo commented dryly, taking a swig of her own beer. "Where's Kagome?"
"Didn't you see her back at the house?" Sango asked, raising her voice to be heard over the crowd. "She was getting all dressed up. I had to leave without her. She should be here by now though."
"Oh god, not another asshole," Kikyo muttered, taking a long sip before sighing. "We need to start doing background checks."
Inuyasha smirked, though he tried to stop it. She was dressing up for him now, really? That was interesting, considering what they were to each other. Inuyasha found that he didn't mind. So what if they were toeing the line a little? It was all for fun. That's what he kept telling himself anyways, though he wasn't sure if it was having the desired effects.
"Not on this one," Sango said to Kikyo. "I think it's that Hojo guy from her class, the really quiet one?"
Kikyo snorted and turned, but whatever she said in response wasn't heard because who the fuck was Hojo? They weren't exclusive but– but they kind of were in a way. Or weren't they? Why hadn't she just told him, he'd obviously back off. It wasn't a big deal; they weren't dating or anything. Or was he just on the side? The thought made him furious.
"Shit, I'm in trouble."
Inuyasha momentarily left his thoughts to look at Miroku, who now magically had a beer in hand. Sango and Kikyo were gone, and since when had that happened? "What?" he asked, trying to focus on his apparently forlorn friend.
Miroku picked at the label on the bottle and sighed. "Sango thinks I'm joking."
He didn't understand what that had to do with anything. "About what, exactly?"
"You know, the normal stuff. I hit on her and she thinks I'm doing it for kicks."
"And don't you normally?" At the glare Miroku shot him, Inuyasha took another swig of beer, sadly noting it was almost gone. "So, what, you like her?"
Miroku gave him a pointed look. "Do you see that ass or are you blind?"
"Exactly," Inuyasha answered, wondering why he wasn't drunker for this conversation. "You talk like that so obviously she's going to brush it off. Do you like her?"
Miroku went back to picking at the bottle label. It was like dealing with a child, minus the warm milk in exchange for a beer.
"Look, I'm not going to discuss crap like this with you," Inuyasha stated, "but you should just take her out. And be serious about the whole thing. Then tell her. She likes you too, probably. I don't know what she sees in you–"
"Jealous?" Miroku asked, a teasing glint in his blue eyes.
"Not even remotely." It actually made him angry that Kagome came to mind. Seriously, what the fuck?
"Huh," the black-haired guy murmured. "So who's this girl? I've seen the hickeys man, don't lie to me. Also, you're looking around like a lost dog. Is this girl coming?" Inuyasha shrugged, deciding that noncommittal was probably the best way to go about this. He should've known, however, that his friend just wouldn't simply let it drop. "Is it the one that made you late for our meeting?"
The answer to that was rather obvious, so Inuyasha nodded curtly and kept his gaze wandering. His entire body was thrumming with energy – angry and frustrated – and she seemed to be the only one that managed to remedy it.
"Do I know her?" Miroku continued on, trying to sound casual but miserably failing. "Is she an engineering student? Because man, there aren't many females in our program."
"No." Was Kagome actually dressing up for this guy? Who was he anyways, someone shy and quiet and shit? That hardly seemed like someone that would hold her interest. This was the girl that talked guys off to make end's meet, who gave him fucking blowjobs metres away from the outdoor track where others were running. Kagome was clearly doing something stupid, but what if this Hojo guy was already a permanent thing? Sango and Kikyo didn't know about him, so how much did they really know about Kagome's love life? And if Hojo was a fixed thing, then what?
"You seem angry," Miroku murmured. "Are you guys already fighting?"
"That's actually how we tend to communicate," Inuyasha answered, not really thinking. "I'm pretty sure I hate her as much as I like her."
"Whoa, Inuyasha bud, that can't be healthy–"
"I'll be back." Inuyasha gave Miroku his empty bottle and started to make his way towards the back door. The entire front of the house was packed with people, the layout of the student home poorly done so that everything vital was there the moment you stepped through the threshold. Any new people seemed to be coming from the back, so if Kagome was arriving, that was where he would find her.
It didn't take long.
Stunning in a tight black skirt and some top that made her breasts about a cup size larger, Inuyasha had to hesitate a moment before continuing on. He was pissed off; there was no doubt about it. The back of his mind begged the question as to why, but why the hell would he care about that? She was talking to some girl in the middle of the room, and the conversation actually seemed to be going well when Inuyasha tapped Kagome on the shoulder and glared.
The raven-haired beauty stared at him, eyeliner making her brown eyes ridiculously large. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he was buzzing with it. "Do I know you?" she asked, lips lifting a little in a tease.
"Not at all," he snapped, grabbing her wrist and dragging her across the house. Kagome was remaining quiet, which was considerably good of her since making a scene would only hinder their progress of being subtle. Thankfully the stairs were so packed with people the entire length of it that it wasn't too obvious as they went up, his grip on her wrist still painfully tight. If anyone in their path even remotely thought of making a lewd comment about it, Inuyasha's deadly glare silenced them instantly.
When he locked them in some bedroom – a male's by the looks of it – Inuyasha nearly growled. But right now was not the time to talk. Whipping off his shirt, Inuyasha grabbed the fastenings on his jeans and quickly undid them. Kagome watched with wide eyes before finally catching up with the program, stripping her tank top. She went to slide off her skirt when he grabbed her, hands holding her hips as he pushed her back onto the bed.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Kagome asked, astonished and wary. It didn't stop her from arching her back the moment he roughly shoved the bra off of her breasts, taking one into his mouth and sucking tightly on the nipple.
Inuyasha had so much to say, and so many questions running through his mind – things he wanted to ask her, things he knew he had to ask himself, but fuck it. Hands sliding up the inside of her skirt, he parted her thighs and slid two fingers in, teasing sensitive flesh he knew all too fucking well.
"Oh god," Kagome whispered, almost reverent. She twisted her hips, thighs trapped in the tight skirt, and it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen, her trying to fuck herself on his fingers. Holy shit, this was happening now.
"Wait, let me," Kagome murmured, trying to push herself up on the bed as his fingers slid out. She leaned forward, hands on his hips to take his cock in her mouth but he shoved her back, letting her fall into the sheets. "Seriously? What is your problem?"
"Don't move," Inuyasha said, looking around the room. The nightstand was probably the best option and the half-demon felt only a little bit successful when he found a condom in there – and it wasn't even expired.
"What are you doing?" Kagome asked, looking at him like he was crazy. "Look, I don't know what's put you in such a mood but I am so not into this if you're going to be–"
Inuyasha crushed his lips to hers, breaking the chain of irritated banter she was unnecessarily giving him. Not the time, he thought to himself, hiking up her skirt so that it just barely covered her butt. She was wearing a thong –a lacy one – and was this really for some shy guy in her class?
"Inuyasha, for fuck's sake–"
"Touch me," he whispered, wetly across her mouth as he pulled back. "Do it."
The eyeliner was already a little smudged, but Inuyasha could only pay attention to the detail it brought out – the way she looked so sinfully innocent, and wasn't that a laugh? Kagome searched him for a moment, seemingly to find something. He didn't know what it could be, but she possibly found it because she licked her lips and then slowly reached out to touch his aching dick. The friction was almost too much, the wrong side of painful, but he needed the distraction and it certainly wasn't taking away from anything. Kagome took her time, slow upstrokes with twists that had him sucking in an involuntary breath.
The first tentative lick on the crown of his cock made him shudder, a moan roughly sliding out between parted lips. "Not that," he told her roughly, his hand gently raking through her hair and destroying whatever style she'd put it in. "Just your hand."
He could tell there was something rather snide that she wanted to say to him, but thankfully the raven-haired beauty remained quiet, the only sounds coming from outside of the door – the pounding music, the voices. Any minute someone would probably be up banging on the door for them to get out. He almost wanted to drag it all out to see what would happen.
Tossing the condom to her, he watched as she opened it with steady fingers before rolling it on, her hands instantly going to her skirt again to take it off. Inuyasha gently took hold of her wrists, pushing her back so that she was lying down. They were on the bed sideways, her head not even fully on the mattress. His clawed hands smoothed up her thighs, from her knees all the way to where the skirt started. It was so tightly wrapped around her that even parted there wasn't much room to manoeuvre.
"Want me to beg?" she whispered, sounding unbelievably wrecked when he barely even touched her. Her voice was silky and raw, a delicious invitation for more that normally had him crawling up the wall. Tonight though, he couldn't. "Because I want to feel you. I want you on top of me, fucking me into the mattress–"
"Please don't," Inuyasha said, just loud enough to cut through whatever else she was going to say.
Kagome narrowed her eyes at him. "What? All of a sudden you don't want–"
"Christ, just shut up," he hissed, lifting her hips and spreading her legs as wide as he could make them. He nestled his way between her, nudging at her entrance with his dick until finally, finally–
"Mmm," Kagome hummed, clearly about to say something before she bit her lower lip. Inuyasha helped her resist temptation, bending down to kiss those pink lips. He pounded her into the mattress, unrelenting and unforgiving, but this was tonight and tonight only. She wouldn't speak and he wouldn't tell. It was just sex, just sex, just sex and only sex.
The mattress squeaked beneath them, far too loud but possibly unheard over the music. Her legs were so tight around him, her body so hot and wet and fucking perfect for him that he couldn't last. Inuyasha didn't stop his orgasm, didn't try to hold back. He came with a muffled cry, teeth nipping at her collarbone and probably bruising the skin. Kagome lay quiet underneath him, still having yet to come. Normally she'd be angry at him, pushy for him to do something. Now she was just holding him, her lips at his temple like this meant something.
But there was Hojo, wasn't there? So it didn't.
Pulling out, Inuyasha disposed of the condom in the wastebasket, not bothering to try and hide it. The fool decided to host a party – they were definitely not the first couple in the bedroom that night, and most likely wouldn't be the last. He took a deep breath and looked at Kagome, beautiful and flushed on the bedspread, perfectly still for him. Her brown eyes stared at the ceiling and she looked like she was calculating something, determining a puzzle where the pieces didn't quite fit.
When he returned to his spot on the bed Inuyasha kissed her lips, one hand sinking back down between her thighs while the other toyed in idle circles around the nipple. "Tell me about Hojo." Kagome's gaze was sharp, mind clearly working behind the haze. Her hips moved automatically, but she was thinking more than feeling. Inuyasha needed to change that. He bent down, licking her neck before finding that spot where her pulse fluttered under her skin. The wet flesh prickled when he blew on it, and Inuyasha whispered again, voice almost too low. "You might be dating him?" His lips covered the pulse point, sucking a ruthless bruise into the pale, milky skin. He had marked her now, clearly for everyone to see. He didn't have that sort of kink, but right now he was disturbingly satisfied with it.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kagome gasped, the question coming out far more bitten than intended. "He's someone I know."
Inuyasha hummed, lifting his head just so that gold could clash with chocolate. "Sango said you were dressing up for him." Lowering his head, he sucked on her breast, fingers pumping in and out of her wet heat, his body pinning her down.
"Hardly," Kagome whispered. It was a few more seconds before she went on, panting. "He doesn't party."
"Right," he murmured, nipping at the sensitive flesh. He moved his mouth lower, tongue sweeping an invisible path down her body. "I wouldn't know."
"No. No you– you wouldn't." Kagome groaned, filthy and low. "I'm not using you on the side," she managed to get out. "Not."
The fact that she could say that out loud, so assured that that was the issue – and it was but she wasn't supposed to know it – frustrated him. There was something about her, something that drove him insane with the urge to throttle her about as much as the urge to fuck her. It was probably better the latter won out, for both parties.
His fingers kept up a slow, torturous pace. Kagome arched her back, hands in the sheets. She canted her hips, twisted and writhing in hopes for more, more. "Come on, don't tease," she hissed, hands lifting momentarily until he curled his fingers harder, jolting her.
"I'm not," he mumbled, hardly full words.
"Yes you are, you are. Come on, Inuyasha, fuck I want you inside me again–"
He didn't want her to talk. This wasn't the time for it and her words were just…words. They didn't mean anything, not like her dressing up for someone. It was irritating and Inuyasha twisted his fingers, buried them deeper until he caught her screams in his mouth, licking each sound up, claiming it. Any words she wanted to say she couldn't, he wouldn't give her the chance. His thumb slid up, slick and wet as he found her clit. The first touch made her moan, her teeth nipping on his lower lip and refusing to let go as he rubbed, relentless in his goal.
"Inu–"
"No talking," he whispered, biting and sucking on her lips. If that would shut her up, if she could just stop– He loved it. Inuyasha loved how her words were taken by him, a secret he couldn't know and a promise she couldn't tell. It was so much better than the words she sprouted, the words he once wanted, because this, this wasn't some phone sex that he was paying for. This was Kagome beneath him, begging him for it and needing every inch of him and if only she'd never talk during sex again–
Kagome's entire body jolted, a shock running through her as her muscles clenched and unclenched in ecstasy. She screamed into mouth, hands grabbing his face and holding him to her. He kissed her through it, licking up the words she was bound to be saying but that he didn't want to hear. This was theirs, some fucked up pattern that kept repeating itself and Inuyasha couldn't care enough to think more about it, to mind.
Kagome slowly and gently let go of him, sighing and relaxing back down onto the bed. Her hands reached up to rub along his ears, too short of a touch before she let go and flopped. Her eyes were closed, a small hum of bliss reverberating up her throat. Inuyasha bent down to kiss her exposed collarbone as he pulled his fingers out, searching the room for Kleenex. Tossing some her way, he slowly got dressed, sitting on the bed and trying not to stare at her.
"Why should you care?" Kagome asked suddenly. Her eyes were open but she wasn't looking at him, instead at the door.
He knew that she should be getting dress again, yet the tone of her voice stopped him from voicing it, his gaze unwavering. "I don't give a shit about our arrangement, but I won't be that other guy."
"I said you weren't and you still didn't let up," Kagome replied. She turned her head to look at him now, curious.
"What, I should have left you hanging?" the half-demon asked, raising a brow.
"No! You're not– You were acting like–" Kagome rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. "You were possessive. Why?"
This caught him off guard. He hadn't been expecting that even though… Yeah, that was probably the best name for it. But problems were already circling in his head – why act like that? Why was it so much better when she didn't talk? That was practically the foundation of the whole damn thing. The last thing he needed was this. Kagome was still staring, waiting expectantly for an answer he simply didn't have. Why had it pissed him off so much? Was it just the idea of being the other guy or…was it more?
She took his prolonged silence for what it was and she sighed, frustrated. "This is why you make me mad. All you are is big talk and hot air, that's it. You've got nothing else, just a smart mouth."
"Should I really go into the lists and lists of reasons why you infuriate me? We'd be here all night."
"Fuck right off," Kagome snapped, picking her shirt up from the ground and putting it on. "I guess it's a good thing we know what this is then. Or do you need reminding, Mister Who-Is-Hojo?"
Inuyasha really didn't care for any of this. It was nothing more than bullshit. He could feel a headache start to pound behind his eyes and all he wanted right then was out. "No. I get it fine, thanks. Friends with benefits, with the added bonus of not being friends."
"Fantastic," Kagome responded and Inuyasha didn't quite miss the sarcasm there. "I'll see you then, as usual."
"As usual."
When Kagome finished dressing herself up, she did no more than give a short wave before exiting out the bedroom door. He had already fixed himself, but he wasn't quite ready to step back out, to act completely nonchalant. Something had changed, something had fucking changed.
'You were possessive. Why?'
Why indeed.
Fuck.
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