A/N: Okay, I seriously couldn't stop writing about sex, lolol. So, if you don't like that, you might want to skip this part! Don't forget to read the bottom A/N, so maybe you guys will understand why I put my characters through all this shit since I've been getting a few reviews about Kagome being weak. But thanks for all the reviews and the constructive criticism. It really helps! I seriously can't thank you guys enough!
The sunlight that poured through the blinds was what woke her up. She groaned lightly to herself and tried to sit up, only to find that she couldn't because a heavy arm was draped around her, keeping her in her place. Sleep made her kind fuzzy and hazy, and it took a while for her to remember all that happened last night. But when she did remember, a tiny smile took place on her lips at the realization that they weren't mad at each other anymore. She looked at him only to see his silver hair spread wildly beneath him, his mouth slightly open as he snored lightly. His ears twitched when she softly whispered his name, but still, he didn't bother waking up, he just pulled her tiny figure closer to his incredibly warm, strong one.
"Kagome," he mumbled in his sleep, and she felt her chocolate eyes widen as soon as the muffled sound of her name was heard. She softly smiled again, her heart soaring as she watched him sleep. And then she realized that she didn't want to leave, but knew he probably had things to do. Deciding that she'd toy with the sleeping hanyou a bit more, she reached over a hesitant hand, pushing his bangs away slightly. She ran her hand through his hair, which she had always been jealous of. He had silk-like hair, and it never ever seemed to tangle.
"If only he'd take better care of it," she mused to herself softly, that smile still on her lips as she remembered all the times she had volunteered to help him wash it, only for him to firmly reject her offer. "You're such a baby at times, Yasha," she leaned over to whisper in his ear, and grinned when he said her name in his sleep again.
She looked at his perfect, angelic face. He was gorgeous, she wouldn't dare try to deny it. Everything about him was beautiful, from his angled face, to his tanned skin, to his silver hair that felt so soft against her fingertips, to the white dog ears that were perched atop of his head. His lashes were long and dark, and even though hers were the same, she was jealous of them, too. Her hands moved to cup his ear, and she giggled as she heard him groan in his sleep, whispering her name once more in a voice laced with lust, and she wondered what he could have been dreaming about. Could he be dreaming about ravishing her body, placing sloppy, wet kisses on her neck as his hot tongue slowly trailed across her skin? Could he be dreaming about bending her over and driving himself deep inside of her, steadily, reminding her that she was his?
At that, she immediately felt heat surge through her body, and she was wet. Suddenly, she wished that he was awake so she could look into his eyes again, so she could see what he allowed no one else but her to see. She groaned and squeezed her thighs together, hoping to relieve the steady throbbing she felt between her thighs. It didn't help though, not at all, and she desperately wished that he would wake up so he could help her with what he caused.
With a devilish grin, she decided that she'd give him something to wake up to. She quietly released herself from his strong hold and softly climbed atop of him, careful not to wake him. She didn't bother having to take off their clothes since they were already bare from the night before.
She took his cock into her hand and heard him groan as she gave him a firm stroke, and she was surprised to find that he was already hard. She smirked, sure that she knew what he was dreaming of when he had whispered her name so softly, so desperately in his sleep. She slowly raised her hips and lined the head with her entrance. She sank down slowly, carefully, a soft moan leaving her lips. She heard him groan and say her name in a hushed voice, and that made her want him even more.
She repeated the movement, being sure not to ride him too hard so she wouldn't wake him until the end. She lightly placed her hands on his chiseled chest and kept her noises to a minimum as she slowly raised herself back up, only to sink back down. His cock was deep inside of her now, and she moaned quietly, tossing her head back.
"Kagome," she heard him moan again in his sleep. She looked down finally, sure that his eyes would still be closed, but she gasped when she saw them wide open, now, his amber eyes burning into her chocolate with lust, slowly but surely turning into the rum color that they got whenever he was aroused. She got over her shock and softly smiled down at him as she continued to rock, her hips moving on their own accord. His hips bucked up, and she found herself loving the look of shock that was plastered on his face. His eyes were full of lust, pleasure clearly written on his face, his mouth parted slightly as he gulped. His eyebrows drew together in sleepiness and confusion. "K-Kagome," he stuttered. "What are you doing?"
She let out another moan and tossed her head back again, and Inuyasha watched her as her mouth parted slightly, making way for a small moan as she rode him a bit harder. Her breasts bounced upwards with every move she made, and not being able to take anymore, he swiftly reached forward to fondle them, increasing her pleasure. She panted, moving her hips faster. "I'm…I'm getting our rocks off, baby," she managed to say. "This is what you wanted, I know," she panted again. "I-I could tell by the…by the way you said my n-name in your…in your sleep."
He moaned, watching her as she moved against him in the sexiest way he had ever seen, so hard, so desperate. So graceful. "Fuck me faster," he cried out, his voice almost catching in his throat as she complied immediately. "K-Kagome!" This was the best thing he had ever experienced, and right now, he knew he was the luckiest man in the world to wake up to this. She was so hot, so sexy as she continued to ride him, desperate to please them both.
He was rewarded even more as she increased her pace, her hands moving to his shoulders to grip on firmly to them for more support as her ass bounced up and down against his thighs as she rode him harder, faster. He looked up at her and silently thanked the gods for her. His eyes trailed down her sexy body, perspiration making her lightly tanned skin glow a little. Her pretty, pink mouth was open, allowing him to hear the delicious sounds she made. He swore, he would fuck her every single minute, just to hear them again and again. Dark raven hair went down to her back as she threw her head back to call out his name as she rode him hard and fast, his cock buried deep inside of her extremely tight body. He nearly howled at the sight of his Kagome losing all control, losing herself as she continued to ride his dick, desperate to reach her orgasm.
"Oh, Inuyasha!" she cried out, riding him as if it was their last time before the world came to an end. He cried out, too, so close to his orgasm. He decided that he would let her finish this this time. He wondered where this Kagome was last night, the Kagome who wanted to cum so badly, she didn't give a fuck about teasing him.
"Just like that, baby," he encouraged her as she continued to ride him, moaning loudly as she did so.
With his teeth clenched together, he reached to grab her hips, holding her in place as he bucked up into her, releasing his warm seed inside of her tight body. "Fuck!" he cried out from his orgasm, and also from the fact that he had came before her.
She raised her hips once more and slammed herself back down on his length, and then she felt something like a tidal wave rush over her, blinding her and making her breathing stop for a few seconds. She screamed as she soaked his cock with her juices, and then fell on him, her cheek against his dampened chest and his cock still inside of her body.
"I told you I would finish what I started," she panted, surprised that she could even say a whole sentence. Inuyasha, on the other hand, said nothing back. His mind was still a bit fuzzy from his orgasm, so he gave a defeated 'hmm' in response to her statement. She smirked, and he groaned when he felt his cock being pulled away from her tightness and warmth. She was on top of him still, smirking down at him. "By the way, I win, Yash."
He growled, his eyes narrowing at her challengingly. "Wanna go for another round so we can see who wins this time?"
Kagome smiled softly. "Actually, we need to shower," she told him, leaning down to kiss his lips sweetly. "If you haven't noticed, it's 11:00am. I know you have things to do today, Inuyasha."
He smirked at her. "Actually, I have nothing to do but you. Let's finish this in the shower, wench."
"Inu-" she cried out to stop him but he pulled her along with him into the large, completely white bathroom of his apartment. "Yash, I've got to go back. Rin already knows- or thinks that were sleeping together. I promised her I'd be back last night! She's probably worried…and I didn't bring my phone because I was sure that you were going to take me back to the dorm…only the gods know how many times Mama, Souta, or Sango has called!" she told him frantically, only for him to give her an annoyed look before smashing his lips against hers.
His lips trailed over her neck and she moaned, cursing him for knowing that that was her sweet spot. She knew that she was losing her fight already. "Gods, Kagome, you're so sexy," he told her as he pushed her thighs apart with his hand, and took a finger to stroke her sweet spot, smirking when he felt how wet she still was for him. He pushed her into the shower, then, lightly slamming her back against the cool shower wall. "Damn," he cursed. "You're still so wet for me…you mean to tell me that the little surprise you gave me when I woke up wasn't enough?" he moved his tongue to her ear as he continued to stroke her, then pushed a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp. "And I can't even stay down for five minutes when you're around."
She moaned, feeling herself get even wetter. "Just for a little while, that's it," at her words, she felt him smile against her neck. Yes, she had definitely lost her fight, but it didn't matter. All that mattered now was the pleasure he made her feel as he moved his finger in and out of her, in gentle strokes. "Oh, Yasha."
"Look at me," he commanded. "I wanna see how pretty you look when you're cumming for me. You are gonna cum for me, aren't you, Kagome?" He teased softly, nipping at her ear.
"N-no," she told him, pulling away from him even though she didn't want to. She cut on the warm water, and the shower head first gave a burst of cold air, making them both cry out. She giggled. "Let me repay you for last night, Yasha." She gave him a sneaky kind of smile, then slowly fell to her knees, taking his cock in her hand and giving his arousal a few strokes. The water slowly warmed, and by the time, Kagome was dripping wet, in both ways. She looked up at him, only to see him looking down at her intensely, beads of water running down his tan chest, down to his hard abdomen. She started moving her hand again, and he growled, his eyes shutting tightly as he leaned his head against the wall, letting the pleasure take over him.
"Does the hot water help you any, Yasha?" she asked him jokingly, her voice doing nothing but teasing him. He growled at her as he looked down once more to see her hand still jerking him off, her hair soaking wet, changing the color to a jet black. "Does it make you feel…hotter than you already are?" she questioned her mouth so close to his dick. He could feel her warm breath coming out in pants. His dick twitched in her hand, and she smirked. He bucked his hips upward and let out a growl, wanting her to take him into her mouth. "To be honest," she began, "Just looking at your face gets me all wet…it makes me want you to touch me…" she admitted teasingly, a grin on her lips as she continued to torture him. "Yasha, tell me what I should do with my mouth."
"Just…just put my cock in your mouth!" he growled out at her. "You know you want to do it just as much as I want you to," he growled at her dangerously, his mouth twisting up into a snarl. She gave a 'hmm' and looked up at him.
"What's the magic word?" she teased lightly.
"Wench, if you aren't going to help me, then I'll help myself!" he hissed and pulled away from her, bringing his hand down so he could wrap it around his thick, hard length. It was so hard, it almost hurt, and it was all because of her. He groaned as he gave his cock a stroke, his thumb twirling around the head softly. Kagome was still on her knees, watching him as he pleased himself. The sight of this almost made her cum, even more so as she looked up to see his teeth gritted together in frustration, his rough hand as he stroked himself faster.
Finally, she snapped out of it and leaned forward, pushing his hand away. She looked up at him, her lips curving into a wanton smile. She placed her hand where his had been, stroking him carefully, groaning as she felt how hard he was, again. "All of this for me, Yasha? You shouldn't have," she chuckled as she teased him a bit more, knowing for sure that it would drive him crazy.
Before he could snap at her, she slowly enclosed her mouth around the tip, giving him a languid, gentle suck. He almost let out a howl from the contact of her mouth on his painfully hard arousal. "Faster, Kagome," he snapped impatiently. She took his whole, thick length into her mouth, looking up to watch his face as she did so. The look that was on his face made her even more wet, so she squeezed her thighs together, hoping to prolong her orgasm. But just one look at his face as she pleased him, and she was done for sure.
She swirled her hot tongue around the head, causing him to softly moan her name. She almost came then, too. He sounded so sweet, so innocent even though he was nowhere near. Once again, she took his full length into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down slowly, causing him to cry out as she repeated the movement over and over again. She placed her hands on his hips for support, moving her head the same time he would jerk his hips forward.
"Gome," he managed to choke out. She looked up at him then, taking one hand off of his hip and placing it on the base of his cock, focusing all of her attention on the head. Tasting the salty precum in her mouth, she moaned, and he gasped and jerked forward, the sound she made sending vibrations down his hardened arousal, making it throb with need even more. "P-please don't stop."
"Of course I won't," she moaned and he gasped again. She loved the feeling of being in control. Now, she had power over him. She was the one making him cry out, moan. She was making him beg, and that thought did so many things to her. "Cum please, Yasha," she said. "Cum…" She told him desperately.
"No," he groaned out, refusing to let her win once more. Kagome growled lightly and sucked him hard, her head bobbing up and down on him even faster.
"Cum." She ordered.
He growled at her, his eyes till shut tightly in pleasure. "Bitch," he choked out. "Y-you don't give the fucking orders…I do."
"Not now, you don't," Kagome mused. Her motions slowed and he growled out, jerking his hips upwards. "Unless you want me to stop, cum for me."
"You're a bitch," he declared, taking a hold of her mass of wet hair, shoving his hips forward and gently bringing her head down on his shaft. His arms trembled and he desperately wanted to cum, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had made him cum first once more, or that right now, she had complete power over him and there was nothing he could do but pull away, which wasn't even an option at this point. "Fuck you," he cried out, only to receive a smirk from her. She pulled her mouth away, and his ears twitched at the popping sound that she had purposely made to frustrate him. He growled at her, his eyes narrowed. But he melted when he felt her soft hand start moving up and down on his shaft to finish him off. "K-Kagomeee…"
Then it happened. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes shut tight as he cried out. A jet of cum shot between them, barely missing her face. She didn't stop moving her hand until he had released every drop of cum, some of it splashing on to her breasts. She brought her hand up to her mouth, tasting him. He watched her smirk as she did so, and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of her. He felt himself getting hard again, and he immediately pulled her to her feet.
He pushed her against the shower wall as the water continued to pour down on them. He smashed his lips against hers in an almost punishing kiss, hell bent on making her lips even more swollen as his clawed hand moved to toy with her hardened nipple. "Gods," he whispered against her lips. "You're amazing."
Even after all she had did with him that morning, the comment made her blush, made her eyes sparkle a little bit more brightly. He kissed her again, softly, passionately. His tongue poked at her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue massaged hers playfully, and she moaned when his tongue ventured up to the roof of her mouth. "Inu," she moaned out. "I want you."
He panted, pressing his lips against hers once more as he pushed her against the shower wall, knowing that one day, she surely be the death of him.
He growled and lifted her up, her legs automatically hooking around his waist. He rubbed his groin against her hot, waiting, wet core, making her moan and causing her nails to dig into his shoulder. "Take me," she ordered, and his heart soared at the fact that she was his for this moment, at the fact that she was so willing, so hot and ready, melting and giving in to his every touch. He groaned as he guided himself inside of her. She let out a whimper filled of pleasure as she rested her cheek against his, her heart racing. "Inuyasha!" she moaned his name, bucking up against him as much as his hold would let her.
"Gods, you're so tight, Kagome!" he thrust himself steadily inside of her, pleasure blinding him as she continued to rake her nails down his back, adding to the many scratches that she had already caused. She panted softly in his ear as he thrust into her hard, her hips bucking forward, reacting to his movement, encouraging him to move faster.
He smashed his lips against hers, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth in the motion of sex as he thrust himself faster inside of her body. She felt like heaven, hot against him, so wanting, so sweet. She had to be the closest thing he had to paradise. He nipped at her lower lip, tugging gently. She moaned and whispered his name, knowing it would drive him wild.
The water that poured down on them both made things a bit harder, made both of their bodies a bit more slick, but still, she clung to him tightly, taking all the pleasure that she could. She moaned as he continued to ravish her body, placing sweet kisses on her neck to intensify her pleasure. Still, though, in the back of her mind, she knew it was wrong. She wondered if it was just sex for him, or if it actually meant something to him. But for now, she refused to show him any of her feelings. Maybe it was because she was scared of rejection, because he meant the most to her. So for now, she ignored her feelings, blocked every single one of them out except for the pleasure she was feeling. She couldn't lose her balance right now.
However, she lost her mind as she cried out, her body shuddering as her orgasm washed over her, making her mind go blank. She forced herself to open her eyes, and she watched his face as he came right after her, a loud, guttural groan emitting from him as he tossed his head back. She moaned again when she felt something warm fill her body, recognizing it as his seed. The water had cooled down just a bit now, but it was still warm on their skin. She looked at him, and when he came down from his high, he looked at her, too. Chocolate met amber, and deciding that feelings didn't matter right now, she kissed him, her arms wrapped tight around him still. That was another real kiss, making both hearts beat even faster.
She pulled away, a smile on her face as she unhooked herself from him. He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed forward, knowing she was up to something. "Since we're about to have a real shower, can I was that hair of yours?"
He growled and she giggled, knowing that she had already won.
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After they had showered and she had successfully washed his hair, him growling and reminding her to be careful with his ears, she snuggled into him, his steady breathing and heartbeat luring her to sleep slowly but surely. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, into her warmth, inhaling her addictive, sweet scent as he did so. He pulled her tighter against him, the softness of her mane of curls and waves against his skin.
"Inuyasha," she started, her voice laced with tiredness. He was getting lazy, too. Her calm heartbeat was luring him to sleep, also, and he felt so safe and he knew that she did, too. "I'm tired."
He snorted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Go to sleep then, wench. It's pretty simple…"
She yawned lightly, turning to look at him, her tired chocolate eyes piercing into his amber with some sort of intensity. He would make things awkward if he looked away, trying to avoid her gaze, so he didn't do that. He looked straight back at her, watching as her pink lips curved into a tiny smile. "But I kind of wanted to talk to you."
He felt nervous all of a sudden, and he laughed, his voice hoarse as he spoke to her. "About what?" He asked playfully, or at least he tried to sound playful. He couldn't help wondering if she was going to ask him about the girl that he knew her friends had told her of, or she'd say something else, say something like she knew what he was doing, that she was sick and tired of it and that she was leaving. Fear pulsed through his veins, but he tried to remain calm. He remembered yesterday night when she'd asked if she was being replaced. Even though he didn't want to admit anything to her, he wished she knew that she would never be able to be replaced.
"Do you ever miss your dad, Yasha? Even though he left you and your mother, you've got to miss him at times. I think I really miss my father. Back then, I was angry with him. I was angry at him, at everybody because he was taken away from me so quickly when we had been so close. I think that sometimes, I'm still angry at him," she told him, truthfully. "You've got to miss your dad sometimes…" she spoke hesitantly, knowing that it was a touchy subject for him. But he would give her an answer, because he trusted her more than anyone, and she was someone that he could talk about anything with, and she'd understand and help him.
He didn't know how they had come to be friends, trust each other so easily with everything, because they were so different from each other. Kagome was so sweet, so shy, and he was so mean at times, loud-mouthed, arrogant, rude. She was the type of person who cared about her family, who would do anything for all of them. She loved and she trusted and she hoped, and he, on the other hand, frankly didn't give a fuck about the tiny bit of family he had left, and he rarely trusted people, but still, he couldn't help trusting her. She made it so easy to, and she seemed like she actually cared. And love? He wasn't sure if he had ever loved anyone. The feelings she made him feel had to be attraction, and that was it. That had to be all there was to it. But when it came to their fathers, they weren't exactly the same, but they almost were. Neither had one in their life.
His father had left him and his mother to fend for themselves, making her play the roll 'father'. Kagome's father had been taken away from her at the young age of thirteen from a car crash. She'd told him about it when she finally got to know him good enough to trust him, being sure to tell him not to worry about it, it had been three years ago, now six, and her, her mother, and her little brother were doing better. But still, he knew Kagome and he knew that sometimes, she wasn't telling him the truth. But he never asked her about her father, he didn't want to hurt her feelings and he didn't want her thinking that he was prying into her business. So he'd said nothing about him, and it was rare that she talked about her father or his. He remembered when he had first told her about his father, told her that their situations were completely different. She'd replied, saying, "It still hurts all the same."
"I don't miss him at all," he told her, although he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. Her mouth parted slightly, and suddenly, there were flames in her eyes. His eyebrows furrowed forward in thought. How could he miss his father? His father, who he was supposed to look up to, learn from. That was the ideal father. His father, knowing well that he had two children to watch over and a wife who loved him, still left them all behind, as if he was going to start a new life, a better life without him. He blamed his father for everything. His mother had given up when he left her, leaving his poor excuse of a half brother to put food on the table for them both, to take responsibility. It almost seemed like his mother had welcomed her death, been happy to die when it had registered in her mind that their father wasn't and would never come back. Gods, he hated his father for everything. Sometimes, though, he wondered what it would be like to have a real father.
"You're lying to me," she said, simply. He winced. Kagome always knew the truth, it seemed. "I miss my father. I miss him all the time. I know you've got to miss yours, too, regardless of the things that he's put you and your mother and brother through."
He almost growled, but instead, he looked at her, wondering how she could make him come clean so easily. It angered him. Flames were in his eyes as he spoke to her, but it wasn't apparent in his voice as he said, "I'm not lying," oh, but she knew he definitely was. "I'll never be like him." He told her, his teeth gritted together in anger from the memories. His mother crying her eyes out, looking blankly at him and his brother. Giving up completely. Cooking for her. Cleaning for her. Making sure that she was taking her medicine for the great depression that his father had caused. But they all knew, that kind of shit doesn't fade. She was broken and medicine was no use for her.
"What if you were to ever have kids, Yash? What if you knocked one of those other girls up," where exactly was she going with this? He could feel himself getting angry, his knuckles clenching together. Her fucking words…they fucking angered him. What did she mean 'other girls'? Why was she even talking about their fathers when she hadn't really ever bothered to before? It only made him hate his father more. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he hoped that he was dying, slowly, painfully. "You're saying you wouldn't even let your children meet your grandfather or even tell them about him, or at least try to be a better father?"
He wished that she would leave him alone with all of her questions. But he didn't want to fight with her. "First of all," he started, a frown on his face as he looked at her. "I'm never having kids. Second, nobody's going to get knocked up thanks to all the birth control and condoms in the world," he said with a growl. "And if that shit does happen one day, I definitely won't leave my pup alone, or his mother. You really think I would be able to handle having a bunch of little Inuyasha's running around?" He asked her playfully, trying to lighten the mood and change the subject.
She giggled at his words, her cheeks red from their close proximity. "You never know, really. Maybe one day, you'll fall in love with some girl, and you'll marry her and you'll have millions of miniature Inuyasha's. If you do, promise me that we'll be friends, at least. Promise me that I'll at least be the god mother or something, or close to your children," she joked lightly, letting out a giggle. He rolled his eyes playfully, letting out a chuckle. "And maybe I'll get married, too. And I'll have kids, and our kids can date each other." She joked again.
He looked at her as she laughed, a genuine smile on her face. "Maybe," he joked. "But I'm not settling down anytime soon, and I know you're not, either, wench." He said the last part serious, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her, expecting her to agree with him, or hoping that she would. Nobody could have her. Not when she was his. She wasn't exactly his, but still. No one deserved her, and sometimes he thought he didn't, so he'd enjoy as much of her as he could.
However, instead of agreeing, she murmured, "I don't know," he growled immediately, and she looked at him, a cheeky smile on her face. "I do want kids one day. I'm only nineteen though, so of course, not right now. I've got to finish school. Then I want to find a guy who really loves me. I would never want to have a kid if he or she would grow up without a father, or a father who doesn't love me. No kid needs that stress. Like, having to worry about why they don't have a father, only a mother. If I ever do find a guy, I want us to be happy together, trust each other and really love each other," deciding that she was getting a bit too serious, and that things were getting awkward for Inuyasha, too, she shut up.
Not for long, though. "Maybe I'll consider marrying Hojo. He's a nice guy," she joked, knowing he was about to become possessive, which she loved.
He growled loudly, pulling her closer to him. He controlled his demon before things got out of hand. But still, Hojo? He growled again, his eyes narrowing to slits and his mouth twisting up into a snarl. He looked at her in disapproval, the thought of her and lover boy together nearly making him gag. "Please, don't speak of his name," Inuyasha said, growling once more as he remembered the bastard who had a crush on Kagome ever since she was in high school. "He's a fucking pansy. You deserve someone…better…" he trailed off, his eyes going downcast under the intense, confused stare that she was currently giving him. Was that her heartbeat he heard speeding up? He looked up to see her cheeks red again.
She nodded, her eyes going downcast, too. She let out a forced laugh as she snuggled back into his arms, wanting to doze off into a peaceful sleep. He held tightly against him, knowing that he was no better and he didn't deserve her. But she was glad he was actually here. Sometimes, she wanted more than whatever they had, but she wouldn't jeopardize what they had right now for anything, not even the stupid feelings she got whenever he was near.
"Kagome?" he whispered to her, nearly groaning from the scent of her hair as he pulled her closer to him, close as she could possibly get.
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry about your dad. I know he really loved you, though…" he buried his nose into her, his warm breath slightly tickling her skin. She smiled in contempt, feeling the weight on her shoulders leave almost immediately. His warmth, his words, his comfort meant everything to her.
"Thank you, Inuyasha."
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Body splayed across the bed, far from his, she looked at him, thinking. She wished that she could be stronger, just so she could finally have the iciness in her heart to curse at him, tell him of the things she knew he'd done behind her back when he thought that she wasn't watching.
Lightning flashed through the sky, making it easier to see his lightly tanned face. It made him look like the god that she used to think he was. She wanted him to touch her again, she wanted to tell him sorry, but he needed to tell her that he was sorry, too. She wasn't sure how she had fell in love with, or slowly but surely learned to love him and his mischievous, sneaky, lecherous, and wrong-minded ways, but she did and always would no matter what.
She wouldn't let him touch her anymore…but he never tried to anymore, anyway. She was surprised that she had even let him sleep in the same bed where she lay, but she had, making sure her body was far from his. And she looked at him, wondering who she was laying next to. A liar, a cheater? She hadn't told him anything, maybe because she was scared that he would confirm it was true, and that would be all there was to it. Hearing that would be final, she knew that for sure, and she didn't want that.
She slowly moved her hand down until it rested on her flat stomach. The feelings rushed through her, making tears blind her eyes immediately. She quickly moved her hand away from her stomach, angrily wiping away the tears that steadily fell down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and turned her back to him, looking out the window, listening to the steady rain that fell outside. Was he still mad? She didn't know, but she was sure, almost positive that he was. After all, it had only been about three weeks, maybe four.
She thought about the life that she had purposely taken away, sure she was going to hell for it. But…she already felt like she was in hell, and she wondered why people had to live with the horrible choices, the horrible mistakes that they made. Who was this imposter laying next to her? When had she lost him, and why?
Was his heart still hers? She wanted to cry sometimes.
So tonight, she would. She kept her sobs to a minimum. Her body shook wildly though as she constrained the pain, the force of her cries. When had she become so weak, and why couldn't she have that life back? Why couldn't she be the only one that he had feelings for, the only one who took over his mind and body and soul? He didn't love her. Was she a stupid girl for believing him when he said that he did, with all of his heart?
She stood to her feet quietly, careful not to wake him. She peaked over at the nightstand on his side of the bed, and she quietly reached for the pack of cigarettes that she knew Inuyasha had given him, the pack of cigarettes that he never bothered to try. She grabbed a cigarette out the pack and swiftly reached for his lighter, wondering why he had these things when he never put any use to them.
She made her way to the bathroom, cigarette and lighter in her hand. She sat on the edge of the tub, her eyebrows drew together in concentration as she took the lighter in her right hand, her thumb flicking down on the metal grinder as she held the cigarette between her lips. The flame emitted from the lighter, and she brought it towards her mouth to light the cigarette, sucking in the nicotine. She tossed the lighter on the counter, pulling the cigarette away and holding it between her middle and ring finger.
She had never been much of a smoker, she had only tried it about once in her life. But right now, she needed something to calm her. Crying just wouldn't do.
Before she knew it, she had smoked most of it down. Just as she was about to take her last puff, her eyes widened, the sound of footsteps making her body go rigid. Before she could do away with the cigarette, he was at the door, watching her in surprise. Her mouth parted, and her mind went frantic, searching for something mean to say in hopes that it would just make him go away.
"What're you doing?" he asked, slight worry in his voice. Her eyes narrowed, even though she wanted to cry.
"What're you doing here?" she croaked out, trying to sound venomous but failing miserably.
He looked at her, confused. Then he started towards her, crouching down and looking into her eyes. "Put the cigarette down, Sango. You're not a smoker."
She looked away from him, slowly doing away with the cigarette. "You're not either," she muttered.
"You've been crying…" he told her, his eyes firm on her face as he observed her. "Is this about-"
"No," she firmly cut him off with a lie before he could say anything else. She was crying over everything. He almost frowned, but instead, he slowly nodded as if he understood, but really, he was lost and sad.
"Can I hold you?" he asked her suddenly, and her body went rigid again, her hazel eyes meeting his deep navy ones. Were both of them broken? "Please?"
"Get away from me…"
"You're my wife, Sango. What's wrong?" he asked, emotion evident in his voice and plastered on his face. She'd never seen him look so serious, sound so serious. But she wouldn't let him break her heart and crash her spirits again.
So she glared at her so-called husband, wanting to bite her lip to keep from breaking down. She didn't know who he was anymore, but most of all, she didn't know who she was anymore.
"Some kind of mistake I made," she muttered under her breath, knowing that she would regret it.
Miroku looked at her for a second, his body freezing as he registered her words in his mind. What had he done to deserve this treatment from her? He wanted to know, wanted to make things better. He wanted her to help him understand what he'd done. "What did you just say?" He asked her, his breath too short and his heart beating incredibly too fast.
"Some kind of fucking mistake I made!" she told him, yelling it to the world as a tear slipped down her cheek which she wiped away angrily. "Get away from me!"
"S-Sango?" he asked stupidly, fear paralyzing him and making everything so much more difficult than it already was. "Y-You want a divorce?"
She didn't say anything, and he reached forward, gripping her arms. "Please," he wheezed out. "Help me figure out what I did! T-tell me anything, but not this," he frantically reached down, his eyes on her stomach, his hand, too. She gasped out and struggled to get away from him, but he stood, pulling her to his chest. "Is it about the baby?"
"There is no baby anymore," she told him, her teeth gritted together as she continued to struggle against his hold. "Gods, let me go! Leave me alone!"
"No," he told her firmly. "I-I'm not mad," that was a lie. It hurt more than any pain he could ever imagine. Why had she did it? His first child…gone, because of her. Because obviously, she didn't want it. What was she now? Who had she become? Some kind of monster? But still, he loved her more than anything. "Help me understand!"
She finally pushed him away, her fists pounding into his chest. He groaned from the force of them. "You lied to me! You said you loved me! You fucking lied!"
What was she talking about? "Sango, I meant it when I said I loved you…"
"Loved? That's past tense, Miroku. You didn't love me much when you were shoving your tongue down her throat, when you let her disgusting hands touch you. You did nothing. You're nothing."
He remembered it all now. He gasped. She didn't understand. He reached for her, his eyes desperate and his heart heavy, but before he could pull her close to him, she pulled back, raising a hand and taking it hard to his face, causing his head to turn and his loose, jet-black hair to whip in the air. He looked at her, raising a hand to the spot she had hit. He slowly shook his head at her. "Let me explain."
"Get the fuck out of my house," she told him, more tears slipping down her cheeks. Her fists were balled to her side, flames in her hazel eyes. "And never come back…"
He never really had a broken heart before. But in that moment, something snapped inside of him, and he looked at her, his navy eyes watering. He bit his tongue, taking a deep breath. But there was nothing else left. "If that's what you want."
So she watched him as he stepped by her, making his way into the room that used to be theirs, packing his things quietly. She watched him, her heart breaking as he angrily shoved his things into the tiny duffle bag, feeling it with as many clothes as it would take.
She didn't say anything as he walked out the door.
Tonight, she would cry like she had never before.
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He groaned, sitting up. The ringing of his iPhone was heard, sensitive to his ears. Then, he heard thunder roar across the sky, causing the figure beside of him to let out a whimper. Her sweet scent consisted of fear, and his eyes, which had quickly adjusted to the darkness, looked over beside of him to see the expression on her face. Her face was twisted up in fear, and she groaned, shifting slightly. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room for a split second, allowing him to get a better look at her face. He reached forward, running his fingers through her hair, hoping to remind her that he was here and that she was okay.
He swiftly grabbed is phone, and groaned softly when he saw Miroku's name show up. Another sound of thunder was heard, and Kagome shifted once more before she rose up, her eyes wide, trying to adjust to the darkness. "Inuyasha?"
She shivered, and he pulled her close to him, hoping to warm her.
"What do you want, lech?" Inuyasha asked roughly as he answered his phone. The lightning flashed again, making Kagome jump in his arms. She shivered once more, snuggling into his warmth even more.
"Inuyasha," he heard Miroku croak out. "Do you mind if I come over to stay?"
Inuyasha sighed. He had never heard Miroku sound this serious, it scared him almost.
"What happened?" Inuyasha asked, his voice wary.
"It's a long story. Please, Inuyasha? I have nowhere to go."
Inuyasha growled, looking down at the trembling girl in his arms. "Kagome's here."
"I won't bother you. I promise."
In a gruff voice, he said, "I really don't know what's wrong with you, lech, but okay. Just for tonight." He heard Miroku give him a thanks, and then Inuyasha hung up, still concerned about his friend.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, her voice worried, too. "Who was that?"
"It was Miroku," he replied, still concerned.
"Is he okay? Are you okay?"
"He's coming over, I don't know what happened," he told her.
She pressed her lips against his sweetly, pushing him down playfully and crawling on top of him. "Well, I really hope he's okay, and I hope you're okay, too," she pressed her lips against his once more, emitting a growl from him. "How long do you think it'll take him to come?" She asked before kissing him again, not giving him a chance to reply. The kiss was becoming more intense, and he growled again, knowing exactly what she wanted.
"Kagome," he groaned out. "Later, I promise. Miroku's coming over soon."
He didn't want her later, he wanted her now and forever. She giggled playfully and slid off of him, wrapping herself in the sheets in hopes that she would stop trembling. He growled and pulled her close, regretting telling her to stop because now, she had started something.
"I really hope him and Sango are okay," she said quietly, her voice extremely concerned.
His lips found her neck, and immediately, he started nibbling on the soft flesh with his teeth, his tongue going in circles on her delicate skin. She moaned, telling him to stop. He didn't listen, pushing her beneath him.
"I think it'll be awhile before he gets here," he told her huskily, answering her question from earlier as his hand trailed down to her breasts, his claw flicking her already hardened nipple and causing a groan to escape her mouth.
"I-Inu, no," she panted as his hand trailed on down past her stomach, resting between her thighs to stroke her. She cried out his name, her hips bucking up into his hand. "S-stop…"
He kissed her again to make her shut up. "But you're already so wet," he whispered in her ear, stroking her faster, her pants and moans sounding like music to his ear. "We have time for one more fuck," he stroked her faster, and her eyes shut tightly, her body arching up into his. "After all, the Kagome I know has never been the one to start things that she can't finish."
Finally, she complied, calling out his name as she let him take her once more, the sounds of thunder and rain blocking out the delicious sounds she made as he loved her body inside-out.
And when both of their worlds shattered, he kissed her once more. He had lost count of the real kisses they had had by now, but it didn't matter. She was here, she wasn't angry at him anymore and she was his, even if it was only for a little while longer, or only for the moment, she was his.
Not only would she be the death of him. He knew in that moment that he kissed her that he would be the death of her, too.
A/N: I'm really pissed off at the moment. I wrote this whole chapter on my iPod first, and as I was looking at it to type it on here, all of it magically erased as soon as I was getting to the end, too! The end was supposed to be the best part! I spewed out some pretty inspirational, meaningful crap, too. So I had to try my best to remember at the end what I wrote, and I know I did a horrible job at it, so for that, I'm sorry. Let's blame it on that damned stupid iPod of mine!
Anyway, I know a lot of you think Kagome's really weak and you probably hate her and Sango at the moment, but it's only like the fourth chapter, I mean, you have to be patient. And I know you all probably hate me for what I did to Sango and Miroku, but hey, it's my story, and I'm not gonna sugar-coat things. I'm gonna write about pain and lost, because it's realer than all of that bullshit where everything goes perfect. Not every moment of their life is going to be perfect. If I didn't make them go through these things, I don't even think this story would be worth reading. It would be meaningless.
What I'm trying to write, get you all to feel, is realness. And pain goes along with that, weakness too. But trust me, they'll get stronger. It just takes time, you know? Like I said, there is going to be a twist, so you have to be patient. This is the shit real people go through everyday, and it's not all perfect and rainbows and butterflies and I know you want Kagome to admit her feelings to Inuyasha(because he obviously feels the same) but she's scared of rejection. I would be, too. And really, would this story be that interesting if I made it all perfect and shit and neither had to worry about their feelings and they were happy at all times and had no problems? No.
Things will get better, though, and everybody will end up with the happiness they deserve in the end. But hey, if you don't like it, it's my story and there's nothing I can do about that. But thank you all for your reviews, it means the world to me, I swear! It makes me so happy to read the nice things you say, and your words are really inspiring and encouraging.
Thank you all, and don't forget to review and tell me what you think! *hugs everyone* See you guys next time! (: