Forbidden Attraction
Chapter Six
Damn…it!
A phone glided through the air and crashed into the wall breaking off into phone and battery.
That face…I can't get that face out of my head. Confused and distraught as it was, I shouldn't care. I'm not supposed to.
He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, bunching the pillow under him so he could bury his face in it.
And more than that face, it was that kiss. It made no sense. They had kissed in more intimate places than a forehead for crying out loud. More times than he could count: the ear, the cheek, the jaw, the neck…and he couldn't forget: the smell of her tantalizing scent, the feel of his lips on her skin, the want of closeness, to create more contact than just holding hands…
Sleep had evaded him for hours: he counted sheep, listened to his dad's boring collection of Mozart, stared at the ceiling, breathed…and still…he couldn't keep his mind away from her face. It was no use trying to rid him of the expression by trying to fill his mind with the usual smiling one. This one was new, still fresh.
He growled in frustration as he realized that his mind had traveled from sleep to Kagome.
And as he thought her name, her face showed itself once again.
"Damn it all to hell! Who cares about a stupid tradition?"
The pillow followed the phone.
He sat up, his eyes traveling to the dawning sky slowly lightening to a brighter mid-morning. Great, he had stayed up all night rubbing the bags under his eyes. The sun made him realize that he wasn't going to sleep all day.
An ache filled him to the core as the sun triggered his transformation, but he was so used to it by now that he didn't even flinch. Instead, he remembered once more. Remembered how he used to cry every time when he was younger, until the night he had finally shown her his human form.
He smiled at the memory.
She had been so fascinated that morning: watching as his hair blended into silver, his eyes melted to gold, his ears molded to dog ears, his nails melded to claws, his teeth elongated into fangs. And all the while she had been unaware of his pain, and still is, because he wanted to be brave.
He chuckled.
Too bad he had never told her because after each transformation she would give him a bone splitting hug that sent his body into a million painful spasms. He would always endure it though, because not five seconds later, a warmth would fill him that made him so warm that he forgot all about it.
Not that he wanted the spasms, but the routine was suddenly missed. He knew that if last night hadn't occurred she would've asked if she could spend the night or he could stay, just to give him his hug.
His eyes fell to the pillow that concealed his phone.
"Should I call her?"
He shook his head, blinking his eyes and rubbing them once again.
I must be out of my damn-.
A small knock sounded on his door interrupting his frame of mind. Without stopping to think he mumbled permission for entrance, and then lay back on his bed. He didn't know who it was, but he sure in the hell knew who it wasn't.
As the knob turned he closed his eyes and drifted, not realizing how sleepy he was all of a sudden.
However, when his intruder- whom he had forgotten that he'd allowed entrance- pulled back his cover and slid next to him his senses- which always took awhile to return after his appearances did- alerted him to who was next to him. He could smell the scent invading his room.
His eyes snapped open and his head swiveled to look at her.
Her eyes were a lighter gray giving away the fact that she had been crying. If he had not known her for so long he would've thought she was planning on killing him based on the glare she was throwing his way.
Expecting her to yell as he did, he was surprised when she looked down from his gaze, her bottom lip quivering. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice was strong, quiet, but strong, and what she said made him want to keep her there forever.
"I just came to give you a hug."
Before he could decide what to do: send her packing or turn away from her or kiss her, she shifted closer to him, sliding one arm between his torso and the bed and the other around his back. When she squeezed, the spasms did not come, it was too late for those, but the warmth did. He released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
He turned so he was facing her. And now her face was buried in his neck.
"Kagome…what are you doing here?"
Her breath skittered over his bare skin.
"Daft idiot," her voice was muffled, no longer strong, but shaken, "didn't I just tell you I came to give you a hug?"
She wasn't going to share her feelings now; he knew it because he had hurt her and she had closed those feelings away from him.
If he thought about what he was doing now, he would ruin it, so he didn't think, he just let his arms enclose around her and let them pull her body closer to his.
From smelling her, he could tell that she had just taken a shower; it explained why her hair, braided down her back, was damp and why her skin was cold. She adorned sweats and a tank top.
"I meant what I said you know."
He felt her nod against him, her lips pressing against the flesh of his neck.
The kiss made him jump mentally. The moment her lips made contact with his skin an electric current zinged through his body down to his toes.
He looked down at the crown of her head, gritting his teeth. Tradition was getting harder to ignore.
He let his head lye against hers.
"Kagome."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry about this."
Her lips fluttered against his shoulder, then planted on the crook of his neck and finally she reached up to the base of his jaw, whispering,
"I know. Me too," her head fell against his shoulder, "Just shut up and sleep. I'll be gone when you wake up."
He wanted to protest, to order her to stay there, hell, stay the night, but he bit his tongue, closed his eyes, let her scent lull him to sleep…
And when he arose again at noon, she was no where to be found.
Looks like tradition would win this time.
Next Chapter: Invading Forbidden Territory