Chapter 7:
Inuyasha's P.O.V.
Gradually her grip on me loosened and her breathing became shallower. I lied there on her chest a bit longer, listening to the slow thud of her heart. I counted the beats. 1…2…3…4… she sighed deeply, and my head snapped up to look into her face.
Once again that beautiful face of hers was filled with contentment and peace. She was adorable. I looked over at the clock, what the hell 11:30! I jumped out of bed and quickly searched for my clothes, where the hell did all the time go? I thought to myself.
Dressing quickly, I turned to her naked body resting peacefully in my bed. Her hair was thrown about in a wet curly mess around her, her mouth was slightly puckered and slightly open. She had the innocence of a kid. I smiled to myself, she was beautiful. My eyes fell to an angry red mark on her neck. I knew what it was instantly. It was my mark.
I bite my lip. When had I done that? Instinctively I reached out and traced my index finger over it. Did she notice? I shook my head. I needed to get her home. I went about searching for her clothes. I began the task of dressing her. In about 5 minuets she was completely dressed except for her underwear I had held off on putting those on debating on weather or not she would need them. Eventually, I decided not and left them on my bed.
As gently as possible, I lifted her into my arms and carried her bridal style out into the car. I drove her home quickly, and again carried her to her house. I didn't bother using the front door, but instead walked around to the back of her house. As I had thought the window to her room was wide open, just like it had always been before when…
Memories began flooding back into my mind from another time. I shook my head again to clear. I kicked off my shoes not wanting to make a sound when I landed, and placed my feet firmly in the grass. My grip on her tightened as prepared to jump. I squatted down to get more power into the jump, then, I launched myself into the air.
I landed soundlessly in her room. I checked her to see if she had been awakened. She hadn't. as gently as possible, I placed her on the bed. I quickly undressed her, and slide the covers on top of her. I kissed her swiftly on the fore head.
Reluctantly, I headed over to the window. I turned to catch one last glimpse of her, before turning and jumping out of the window.
Once outside I grabbed my shoes and head to my car.
Driving home, I felt like a piece of me was missing. I couldn't quiet place where the feeling was coming from, but the closer I got home the sadder I became. Part of me wanted to turn back around and make sure Kagome was still okay.
I walked into my apartment, and without her presence, everything seemed… of, wrong for some reason. I ignored it. Taking of my clothes, I jumped into the shower trying to have the scolding hot water wash away whatever it was that was bothering me. It didn't.
Finally, I gave up on the shower and threw myself into bed. My thoughts finally got to me. When the hell had I marked her? Was really that weak that I couldn't control myself? If she ever, no scratch that when she found out, would she hate me? My mind was racing, and for a while I couldn't get to sleep. Then, it came to me. How long had I wanted her to be my mate? How many nights had I stayed up dreaming about our lives together? I doubt if she'd hate me for not telling her before I did it, but I was lost in the moment im sure she'll understand. Hell even if she didn't, she'd still be mine. She'd have to fight me in order to truly reject me, but I doubt if things would go that far. I sighed to myself. Or maybe, just maybe, she could return my feelings to. More thoughts of our future together, and I drifted off to sleep.
Kagome's P.O.V.
I awoke the next morning to an annoying buzzing sound.
The bright light of the morning sun shown brightly in my window when did I get in my house? I thought to myself as I looked for the source of my waking. My cell phone.
I found that I had 3 text messages and 5 missed calls. All from Ranaku.
I sighed and shook my head.
I was the kids tutor, yet he acted like he was my boyfriend.
One message said, good morning babe.
Another said, where were u last nite? I stopped by, but u weren't home.
And the last said, u wanna go grab some lunch l8r?
I sighed again. Time and time again I tried to make it clear to this kid that I wasn't interested. He just wouldn't take "No!" for an answer.
I took a deep breath and quickly wrote back, good morning, I was out w/friends, and no I told u already im just ur tutor n nothing more.
After hitting send, I closed my phone and let out a huff.
I was certain yesterday had really happened.
Then, when I went to get up from the bed, my body was extremely sore.
I went to examine myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen. There were trails of red up and down my chest and stomach. Marks that looked like hand prints resided on my hips, arms, wrists, and shoulder. My neck was covered in angry red passion marks.
One mark in particular stuck out to me. In the space where my neck and shoulder met, there was a large bite mark. I hadn't remember him biting me.
I shrugged it off. I mean I hadn't been paying much attention honestly.
I went to my closet and grabbed a towel, smiling slightly at the soreness felt with each step.
I ran a hot shower, letting the steam and hot water relax my body as I stepped in. my neck and back were sore, but I found myself enjoying the soreness.
When I stepped out of the shower, I checked the time. 12:30, damn I was hoping to sleep in.
I picked up my phone and debated whether or not to text him. After a while, I gave in and wrote:
Hey
Less than a minute later, he responded, hey I was just about to write you.
wat r u going to do today? I asked
Actually, I was hoping to meet up with you
Okay so now I was really smiling, yea just come straight over n wear ur pjs its Sunday movie day.
He wrote, lol k be there in 10.
I quickly threw on some pajama pants, and a noodle strapped tank and headed down stairs to the kitchen. I popped some popcorn in the microwave and headed to the living room.
I dimed the lights and stacked a pile of movies DVDs on the coffee table. I ran upstairs to grab some pillows and blankets. I set them up on the couch. The, I ran to the kitchen as the microwave timer dinged.
Just as I placed the bid bowl of pop corn down, the door bell rang.
I raced to the door, stopping in front of it to fix myself. I smiled as I opened the door, only to have it whipped away in utter shock.
a/n … so wat do you think was waiting at the door? Eview and ill tell you if your rite.
