Inuyasha sat there in shame, dick limp, ears flat, as he watched Kagome still slumped on her desk. Her breathing still heavy, and his sensitive eyes saw that she was slicked with sweat. Oh, how he wanted to be there with her, have her slumped in exhaustion against his chest, their sweat mingled together in the afterglow of love making. But the inu watched as she stayed there, brought up her arms to rest on them, and give a noticeable sigh of content. The poor hanyo was conflicted; his pride shouted not to apologize, but every other part of him pulled towards Kagome.
Even as he began to straighten his robes out, Inuyasha couldn't keep his golden stare off of his miko. Her heady scent still lingered in the air around him, and he could still see her erotic expression in his mind. As he thought of her touching herself, he felt his cock harden, ready to go again. Groaning in frustration, Inuyasha nearly failed to notice the laughter of the elderly women coming up the shrine steps.
Snapping his eyes back to Kagome's window, he realized that they strangers would see her. In a panicked haze, he leaped to her window's ledge, jumped into her bedroom, and slammed the curtains shut. Not thinking as he immediately took action to protect the tired girls modesty, as soon as Inuyasha heard Kagome's quick intake of breath, he froze. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he cursed as his impulsiveness, and his ears pressed flat against his skull as he waited for her screaming. Moments had past as he stood there, curtains in a white knuckled grip, body tense as steel, and all senses on alert. He still did not turn to look at her, even when he heard the rustling of of fabric, even when he could smell her apprehension, even when he heard her stand.
"Inuyasha?" she spoke quietly, causing the hanyo's furry ears to pop up. She didn't sound angry, why wasn't she upset? Inuyasha was confused, but his heart pounded in his chest, and his mind screamed at him to bolt; run away from this awkward situation. Muscles tensing to run, he realized that this could be his chance to beg for her forgiveness, to admit that he was wrong and that he only accused her of lying because he was insecure in his abilities to keep her. She needed to know it wasn't her fault, that he was glad he didn't hurt her, that there was probably a reason for that. "Inuyasha, are you okay?"
Forcing a whine back into his throat, the inu could feel the guilt wash over him. No, "Why are you here!?" No, "You pervert! Leave me alone!" She was concerned for him, after every thing he had done. Spinning on his heel before he changed his mind, Inuyasha fell to her feet, holding her by her ankles.
A startled gasp escaped Kagome, and she nearly fell over when she heard the pitiful whimpers coming from the crumpled form of the usually tall, and proud hanyo. "I-Inuyasha!" She chuckled nervously, expecting this to be some sort of joke. When he didn't look up at her with his usual fang-filled, irritating grin, she felt even more concerned. "Inuyasha! What are you doing!" Voice shaking, Kagome tried her best to step backward, but realized that his gentle grip was still firm, and not letting go any time soon. Sitting back into her chair so she wouldn't lose her balance, Kagome shook her head in bewilderment. What is wrong with him, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hot lips on the tops of her toes. "What are you doing!?" Voice rising in to a horrified tone.
"Forgive me, Kagome," he whimpered and whined as he kept kissing her feet. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, her breath seemed to be caught in her chest. Was Inuyasha apologizing? Kagome was in shock, Inuyasha rarely apologized, and when he did, it was never with this amount of sincerity. "Kagome, I know you didn't lie to me. I-I just wasn't thinking." Her hand flew to her chest, and she felt tears sting at her eyes. Inuyasha looked up to her through his bangs, golden orbs pleading and shining with unshed tears. "I've never done that before, I-I've only just heard things from demons and humans who never knew I was listening."
Without realizing she move, Kagome cupped his cheek gently in her palm. Petting him gently, she lowered herself to the floor with him, cooing gentle sounds to calm the crying boy. In the back of her mind the stubborn part of Kagome wanted to gloat, laughing in the face of his apology, and toss him in the cold, but the rational part knew this was very hard for him. This rare show of vulnerability was enough to gain her reluctant forgiveness. The miko ignored the relief that crashed through her to hear that it had been his first time as well, ignored the want to smack him smartly in the face for all of his acts, and instead pulled his head to her chest, and rubbed his back as he let out silent, relieved tears at her affection.
He clung to her, arms wrapped around her waist, face planted firmly between her full breasts, nearly pulling her completely onto his lap. His relief was so strong that he didn't mind the tears, didn't feel weak. She didn't reject me, even after what I did. The child in Inuyasha, the child used to being shunned and hated, used to being rejected for his very birth, cried out for her in the darker parts of his heart. He held her tighter, and in return she comforted him some more.