Some Things Are Unexpected

Chapter 7

A/N: So I got a review saying this is slow – am not sure if they meant the update itself or the plot. But since I can't really do anything about the slow updates due to school and life itself, I chose the plot. Like I said before – I don't really have a solid plot for this, but the ideas are there, and I've been seriously toying with some as of late. What you guys read below – I'm hoping that it's not moving too fast (if I am, then please tell me), but all the same, I don't want this to be too long.

But anyhoo~ Tell me what you think and I hope you guys enjoy it! =D

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Something was wrong, Kagome knew for a fact that something was definitely bothering Inuyasha. She was rooted to her spot, her worried gaze following his form as he rushed out the side door of the cafeteria before disappearing from view. "I wonder…" Shifting her gaze from him as her eyes traveled around the spacious room, Kagome couldn't help but reveal a sense of understanding as her eyes settled on a smirking Mrs. Shimizu.

"Hey Kags, mind throwing this away from me?" Sango suddenly spoke, resting her tray atop Kagome's own as she flashed her gaze towards Miroku. "I got somewhere to go and…" Her explanation died down when she noticed Kagome shoving the trays in her hands, not even sparing her a second glance or an excuse as she hurriedly walked towards the nearest exit, her strides turning into a slight jog when she finally stepped outside. "Well…" Sango huffed, a pout decorating her plump lips as she stared questioningly at the items in her hands.

Kagome rushed to the bleachers instinctively, knowing that it was a place of solitude that one often goes to when wanting to be alone. She hoped that her hunch was right and that Inuyasha was there. "It's always her isn't it Inuyasha?" She mumbled sullenly, her face contorting with a sense of dismay and confusion while she rounded the corner that led to the entrance of the football field as well as the bleachers. There was a loud sigh of relief when Kagome spotted a mass of his silver long mane, noticing that he was in the exact same spot she and Sango usually ate lunch on bright sunny days unlike this one.

Looking up into the sky, she noticed how gray the travelling clouds were, wondering when the day had chosen to take up such a gloomy expression.

"I thought I wasn't going to find you," Kagome started, peeping through the bleachers before easing her legs through them so they can dangle off the ground. She exhaled loudly, drumming her fingers against the seat while she laid her upper body on it.

Inuyasha's only response was a grunt, his hollowed gaze looking up at nothing in particular while his hands rested above his head, one hand idly rubbing the other arm.

Kagome's eyes suddenly shifted to his visage, and then moved slowly towards his restless hands while she eased down on the ground, crouching in front of him with a worried expression on her face. "Inuyasha…" She paused, contemplating if it was her place – or if they were even that close for her to throw ludicrous assumptions his way.

"Kagome…" Inuyasha sighed, and Kagome felt a pang of hurt at the sudden usage of her name. "Look… I appreciate your concern and all, but I just want to be alone right now."

Her lips curved slightly, though the pain at unconsciously being rejected a place of 'friendship' in his heart hurt her more than she'll ever let on. Instead of abiding to his wishes, Kagome eased down into a laying position next to him, now gazing up at the same nothingness he was currently admiring.

"Whenever the world seems to turn against me," She started, chuckling harshly. "I always come here to think and relief some of my ache that always threatened to consume me." She turned her face in his direction, shifting to get a more comfortable spot with her head probed up on a bended arm while she now lay on her side. "I never really had anyone to talk to other than Sango, and as much as I was glad for a listener, she was never one to oppose me, or lecture me without backing down." Kagome watch something flicker across Inuyasha's face, but just as quickly it was masked. "So, imagine how I felt when some asshole," She smiled when he gave her a lop-sided grin, closing his eyes hypnotically. "…came reprimanding me like a father would do his disobedient kid. It was annoying but deep down, I was sort of elated. Even though I sometimes get skeptical –…"

"There's nothing to be skeptical about Hoodie," Inuyasha said almost instantly, a twinge of hurt pricking at him momentarily. "I meant it when I said I wanted to be your friend and you know that what you do is wrong… It's breaking you more than the troubles you have at home." He whispered, this time turning his head to look her squarely in the eyes.

Kagome's only response was a simple smile, although she didn't say anything to reassure him of her trust in him. She really wanted to believe him, to fully give herself to him and become a true friend, but she knew they were far beyond that stage. Inuyasha still held secrets from her, still choosing to by-step his problems and only drill her about her faults as well as her embarrassing and unhealthy secrets. He had yet to understand the meaning of 'giving in order to receive,' and just as such – she always seem to ponder his real motives towards her, wondering if they were fully genuine.

She wet her parched lips before continuing.

"I know you may think I'm messed up or outright troubled–…"

"I don't Hoodie!" He hissed, his scrutiny searching hers and wishing she'd see the sincerity and understanding in his wide and open gaze. "Fuck! Why can't you have more confident in yourself and stop abuse yourself with such degrading meanings."

Kagome bit her lips to stop the sudden pained cry that threatened to leave her lips. She exhaled loudly once again, her hot breath mingling with Inuyasha's labored breathing. "I didn't come here to argue Inuyasha."

"Then stop giving me a fucking reason to," He hissed, lifting his head briefly with a warning glower. "I can't stand it when you constantly find ways to make yourself seem lower than shit." He cursed, eyes narrowing with evident anger. "You have so much more to offer," Sighing, which seemed like the key to deflate his growing anger, Inuyasha shook his head at her. "Why can't you see that Kagome?" His whisper caressed her like a summer's morning wind. "Why…?" He asked again.

This time, Kagome openly bit her lips, refusing to answer him as her eyes glazed over with tears. She pushed herself into a sitting position, bowing her head from his probing gaze while hugging her legs to her chest. "I hate you sometimes, do you know that?" She whispered after a pregnant pause. "I hate how you always seem to draw these dreadful emotions out of me." Looking up at him just as a tear fell from her eyes, Kagome didn't let her scowl waver. "I don't even know Inuyasha Taisho, yet you seem to figure out a handful about me with just one sunny look from those big irritating eyes of yours."

Inuyasha sat up too, facing her with a leg outstretched at her side while the other was bended at the knees. "I barely know you, Hoodie," Inuyasha smiled slightly. "You're the epitome of an enigma, and you're very secretive – hesitant to give me any straight answers about your past, or even your present…" His gaze flickered to her arms before settling on her face. "I don't know Kagome 'Hoodie' Higurashi." He chuckled when she stuck out her tongue at him, automatically outstretching his arms to wipe away a stray tear.

"I don't tell you much because I don't trust you…"

"Hoodie –…" He let his hand fall from her face.

"You don't trust me either." She whispered, ducking her head from his gaze. "You keep blowing the same whistle about wanting to be my friend, yet for some reason I'm not worthy enough to get to know you so that I can see you as a friend."

"It's not that…" Inuyasha started, though he knew she was partially correct. Inuyasha was naturally a person who barely trusts anyone, even if he knew for a fact that they were sincere. Yet for some reason when he chose to trust someone in particular, going against his better judgment, he found himself getting hurt. He knew for a fact that Kagome was nothing like Kikyou, but for some reason there was this wall that he just refuse to peep over. Then there was the fact that he feared Kagome rejecting him once she knew everything about him.

'Then again, I'm sure she's not one to judge a person – no matter what.'

"I think I understand though," She mumbled, ocean spheres shifting from his hands and back to his face quickly, making Inuyasha quirk a brow in wonder.

"You don't."

"We both know that you and Mrs. Shimizu had a past," Kagome started bluntly, her pout suddenly increasing as she thought about them as a couple. "…And you know that I know," She added, noticing how he suddenly sucked in a huge gulp of air. "I'm not stupid to realize that you guys parted on bad terms, and seeing that she's a married woman – and you openly insult her, has led me to the conclusion that you weren't aware of her now husband."

Inuyasha eased back a little, surprised that she knew this much even though he'd divulged near to nothing about his history at this school before his untimely departure.

"My guess is that you placed all your trust in her, and having her treat it with such lack of care has forced you to shut down towards others." Kagome shrugged slightly, resting her chin on her raised knees. "Even though I had nothing to do with your heart-ache, in a way I'm paying for the things she did to you. Now I'm stuck with a block-head guy who wants me to trust him but refuses to put in the effort to learn and trust again." Kagome raised tired pools to blank topaz. "That thought in no way comforts me, nor does it make me feel like a true friend." She buried her head between her now slightly parted knees, exhaling loudly to break the suddenly silence that overcame them. "So under such circumstances, why the hell can't I have the freedom to feel skeptical?" She didn't really expect and answer. "You have to at least put yourself in my shoes and stop saying things just because it sounds good rolling off your tongue."

There was an even longer pause, and Kagome felt the hair prickling at the nape of her neck, indicating to her that Inuyasha's smothering gaze was glued to her. She had no intention of saying what she'd just told him a few moments ago, but the sense of obscurity was weighing on her and she knew that even though Inuyasha might be aware of his knowledge, he was stubborn enough to turn a blind eye on everything. As the silence lingered on, while her thoughts held her prisoner, Kagome wondered agitatedly if she'd truly said too much. She felt a deeper connection with Inuyasha, felt that even though their problems may differ on some level – it strikes a similar pain that they both could relate to. Maybe his task was to help some fuck-up like herself so he won't have to feel like a complete ass every time he woke up in the morning.

'Stop it Kagome.'

She shook her head profusely, apologizing silently for her snippy remark towards him. It was becoming apparent that Kagome had no idea why Inuyasha, this new kid who spent a year in America, wanted to become her friend. She had no clue why someone as popular as he was –and still is – at school would rather talk to her and say absurd thing about her having much to offer, rather than going on endless dates with all the girl and teachers who swoon over him from a simple smothering look of his.

Why was Inuyasha Taisho so fascinated in finding her light?

She sighed again.

This time it was filled with a sense of defeat. She wanted to come here and find out what was bother him, taking the mike for once and try and help him in any way she could. But she was fast realizing that even though he claimed her to be the very definition of an enigma – he'd long since bypass himself who was rightfully the master of mystery and secrecy. She was beating a dead bull.

"I'm gonna just go," She mumbled, shifting to move from him and ease herself back through from where she came from. "It was useless coming here to begin with." Not even sparing him a glance, Kagome held on to a seat of the bleacher as to heave herself up.

A sudden hold on her waist froze her in place.

"I'm sorry." Inuyasha whispered.

Kagome smiled, shrugging nonetheless and forcing the pain to release her. "Me too." Wetting her lips, she tried to wiggle out of his hold but found that he wasn't prepared to let her go anytime soon.

"You don't understand." Tugging slightly on her, he guided her back down in front of him. "I'm sorry for being so passive towards you. Everything you said was right, and for that – I'm truly sorry." He sighed in defeat. "I was a freshman when my relationship with Kikyou started. She was my first in everything and I really gave it my all – not once letting the age become a factor." Pausing as he tried to collect his painful thoughts that he wished to be buried and forgotten, Inuyasha bit his lips in concentration. "She never once viewed me as someone serious in the relationship. While I was giving far beyond my best, she was just along for a playful ride before her marriage date." Inuyasha cursed harshly, remembering the heated argument they had after he found out about her fiancé. "Kikyou toyed with my love for her, refused to see me in a mature light. All this time while I didn't care about age, she was troubled by it!"

"That's so…"

"Fucking pathetic." He chipped in, a dry chuckle following. "I vowed to never be fooled the way I did in the past."

"But you still love her."

Her statement threw a sharp wrench around his heart, twisting it painfully.

"Yes, I still love her." He admitted, aloud for the first time. The god-honest truth sent a shiver down his spine, hating himself even more for still loving a lying bitch like Kikyou Shimizu even after all she'd done to him. "I wish I didn't – fuck – if only I could turn it off with a snap of my fingers!"

Kagome sighed, her heart going out for him. She placed her hands over his, to calm his uneasiness when she noticed how he shook with suppressed pent up emotions. "Thank you Inuyasha, for sharing a little of your past with me." Her hands travelled from his upwards to his wrist and over his wrist warmers before retreating and repeating her actions.

Inuyasha smiled. "I meant it when I said that I was sorry."

They gazed silently at each other, Kagome searching his eyes for the truth while Inuyasha prayed that she found his honesty in his piercing shimmer. Suddenly, she broke out into a wide grin, her smile brightening up the moment while putting Inuyasha at ease. "I will contemplate if you're honestly sorry."

He knew she was joking, which forced a husky chuckle passed his lips. "You're insatiable," Moving his hands upwards from her waist, he let his fingers dance ghostly at her side, forcing that angelic laughter past her succulent lips that was like music to his hungry hearing.

"Inu…Inu – No!" She giggled, trying to keep his hands steady but failing miserably as he was stronger compared to her. She found herself suddenly on the ground, Inuyasha straddling her as his fingers danced tortuously across her torso, forcing her to gasp for air and mercy.

"What…?" Inuyasha shouted over her enchanting giggle, attacking her even more as she writhe beneath him, tears of laughter springing at the corners of her eyes. "I can't hear you – what did you say?"

"I said…" She huffed, arching her back with her mouth wide open as an impending loud giggle took her over, her body shaking with the force of her laughter. "Inu…Yaaa…"

"Say it." He whispered humorously, a huge grin splitting his face in half. "Hurry up." One of his hands grabbed both of hers by the wrist, moving them atop her head as he continued his sugary torture at her side, moving further towards her armpits.

Kagome gasped for air even more, taking a huge gulp of oxygen before exhaling with the word, "Inuyasha!" So loud and huskily that Inuyasha thought she was in the process of a world-shattering orgasm.

He eased back suddenly at the pleasure flooding his veins, amazed at how easily he'd gone from torturing her to instantly letting his mind settle in the gutter and thinking so brazenly about such lecherous things. His eyes traveled from her torso where her shirt was hiked up, exposing smooth creamy skin and a cute belly button, before they journeyed upwards, becoming a victim of the hypnosis her breast caused with each noticeable intake and outtake of breath greedily. Inuyasha's lips were suddenly too dry for his liking, not even his tongue darting out to aid them with wetness seemed to suffice.

Especially when his eyes landed on her flushed face.

"You're fucking beautiful."

His whisper went unheard as he watched the way her eyes fluttered close, while she tried and control her breathing with each languid intake and outtake off air. Her hair was tousled around her, fanning out on the grass as if she'd just finish a satisfied wrestling of two person's uniting as one in the most sexually, uninhibited way possible. A simple smile kissed her lips – lips that were begging to be kissed…

Lips that he wanted to taste.

Kagome lifted her lids after regaining some ounce of control, her eyes automatically found Inuyasha's heated gaze, and instantly her lips spread into a wider grin. "You're a real asshole."

Even with his sudden thoughts, Inuyasha dared to lower his form to hers, fully aware of his confusing desires. "What makes you think that?" He taunted his breath fanning against her slightly parted lips.

Oblivious to the warning signs, Kagome rolled her eyes at him. "You." She simply stated, licking her lips unconsciously.

That innocent move forced Inuyasha to pay far more attention to her lips than necessary, and only then did Kagome realize their suddenly intimate position. She shifted slightly, her breath hitching as she felt Inuyasha's powerful legs on either sides of her own, and she forced herself not to moan in approval with the way he snuggled against her so comfortably.

"That doesn't explain much Hoodie," He grinned, letting his hair cast a veil on either side of their faces, his palms resting just below her armpits.

"What sort of explanation do you insist upon," Batting her eyes playfully at him; she boldly looked him in the eye. "Asshole." She breathed, lifting her head slightly but daring not to get too close to his face.

His husky chuckle made her tingle inside.

"You would do well and not bait this asshole you so fondly speak of." Winking at her, Inuyasha further chose to push past the warning signs, dipping his head lower until their lips were but a breath away. "You couldn't handle it even if you dared." Wanting to fuck with her even more, his inched his hands upwards, brushing against her ticklish spots which caused her to jerk from the surprised tickle sensation.

That was probably a big mistake.

Such a simple act, forced Kagome's lips to ghostly caress Inuyasha's. Although it was barely a union of their mouths, there was no denying the sparks that ignite from the brief touch of their lips together. Kagome felt the spark grew, travelling throughout her whole body, forcing it to warm as it settled at her heart, electrocuting it to a raging beat so loud that she was positive that even Inuyasha himself could hear it. As she tried to grasp the sudden feeling engulfing her, she watched as Inuyasha eased back slowly, as if he was in some sort of trance. His lips were still parted and she saw her wetness glistering upon his lips which only made her flush more.

"I'm…" Easing up into a sitting position now that Inuyasha was now kneeling on either of her, his face as floored as hers, Kagome was at a loss of words on just how to apologize for her actions. She wondered what he was thinking right now and vaguely pondered if he even felt the sudden trigger of desire she felt with such a simple and innocent act.

Ignoring her fumbling words, Inuyasha raised a hand to remove a twig from her hair, forcing both their gaze to follow it as it fell soundlessly through the air and on the ground. Instantly, their gazes were locked on each other, with Inuyasha giving her a slight smile of reassurance.

"We had better be getting back."

"Yea…" Kagome smiled briefly before letting it fall from her lips as she dragged herself from between Inuyasha's legs, moving into a kneeling position while her hand rested on the bleacher.

Inuyasha finally allowed himself to lick his lips, tasting an unfamiliar taste that instantly reminded him of the sweet yet barely touch of their lips not too long ago. He swore he tasted a hint of blue-berry, and was instantly reminded of the juice she had back inside. A slight smile touched his lips. Perhaps she tasted a tangy substance of his orange juice? Inuyasha doubt that since she only got his lips whereas Inuyasha was lucky enough to experience more than just her lips, since they were open in preparation for either laughter or a verbal lash. So caught up in his thoughts, he leaned forward to drag his bag pack towards him, inadvertently bringing his face centimeters from Kagome's own.

Her awareness had intensified, and the musky male scent only seemed to become heightened now that she'd accidentally touched her lips to his. Their gaze locked when Inuyasha heard her intake of a shaky breath, and the undeniable emotions swirly in their spheres were shining as bright as the now exposed sun above them.

She was going crazy.

That was the only thing Kagome could conclude about herself as she eased forward a little, knowing that the small action was enough to reunite their lips once again. Kagome lifted a hesitant hand to cup his face, their eyes still locked as she deepened the kiss with a slant of her head, flicking her tongue against his upper lip before pushing forward to explore his caverns.

'I just want to know how it feels…' She wistfully thought, closing her eyes habitually as soon as she felt Inuyasha's lips moving slowly against her inexperienced own.

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Miroku brushed purposely against Sango's back as she grumbled cutely to herself while standing in front of the garbage with the trays. "Who has my girl all temperamental now?" He teased, pressing his form to her side as his hot breath caressed her ear.

Sango jumped suddenly, her eyes twitching with annoyance at the person arrogant enough to brush against her. "Oh…" She blushed the moment she heard the voice of her boyfriend, damn near fainted when she felt his chiseled body molded against her side. "It's you."

Miroku lifted a sharp brow. "That's all?" He chuckled, placing his palms over his heart. "You wound me cupcake."

Sango giggled, finally disposing of Kagome and her garbage before placing the empty tray atop it. "I'm sorry baby," She whispered, moving towards his ear away from the crowd. "I promise to make it up to you," She flirted, darting out her tongue to lick his earlobe before moving closer and holding it captive between her teeth.

"R-Really?" Miroku found his voice sounded squeaky to his ears, and he had to clear his throat before continuing. "I mean… Can you give me a preview?" He moved one of his hands to grasp her nice rump tightly, groaning when Sango used that moment to straddle a thigh of his, awarding him with the warmth of her sex.

Nibbling on her lips, Sango eased back from his face, her cinnamon sphere scanning the cafeteria worriedly, afraid that someone may see them. A couple of months ago, Sango wouldn't have minded, because back then she hadn't an ounce of feelings for this gorgeous being before her. The thought of his friends finding even more cruel ways to come down on her – as well as Kagome – made her hesitant. She knew she shouldn't care about such, but as she looked at Miroku with so much adoration, she knew why she felt that way.

'I'm falling hard for him.' Sango blushed crimson.

Miroku sighed loudly, his frustration evident. He didn't understand why Sango couldn't put all her trust in him. Didn't she know that if anyone hurt her he'll always be there to protect her? Hadn't he told her countless of times that if his friends didn't approve of his feelings for her then they wasn't worthy of being called his friends? With a shake of his head, he took a step back from her, feeling the chilling absence of her body that he enjoyed more than anything in the world.

"Miroku…" She mumbled.

"Forget it." He groused out, running a frustrated hand over his untamed hair that was in a low pony-tail. "Lunch time's almost over anyways." Turning his back on her, Miroku headed towards his friends, snatching up his one-strapped bag and placing it over his hand to rest on his shoulder with the bag itself at the opposite side.

"Miro where you off to?" Yura asked, getting up instantly with her bag already in her hands. Her only response was a grunt, but she didn't care, she just wanted to spend more time with him. Rushing towards his side, with a bounce in her step, Yura laced her arms on Miroku's, a huge grin on her face. "I was thinking…" She started, oblivious to the annoyance radiating off of her companion. "Our flirting around is become old, I mean… We both have this thing between us and playing around is getting bored…."

Miroku tuned her out like any other day, flashes of Sango's troubled features dancing mirthfully before his violet eyes. Could the right explanation be that she was ashamed of him? Pausing suddenly at the possibility, Miroku felt even worse than shit, his heart constricting with pain as he found that he couldn't sidestep such a point. It could be that couldn't it? In the end, if the double date this weekend goes as plan, and Kagome accepted him, then their relationship would become public nevertheless.

"It had to be." He mumbled as the pain in his voice became too strong not to flinch.

"See!" Yura exclaimed at his answer, still ignorant to the fact that he wasn't even aware of her existence. She snuggled closer to him, a huge grin spreading across her crimson lips. "Then this weekend would be perfect for our first date!"

"What…?" Miroku asked, suddenly aware of the leech next to him. He peeled her off of him with slight difficulty, noticing that Sango was watching them as she walked hurriedly towards them. He groaned, knowing for a fact, that she'll mistake this scene for something else, and since they act like strangers, her passing him would be natural yet he knew it would mean so much more. He would be fucked until he talked to her and explained himself.

Yura saw Sango nearing, and she giggled loudly as her eyes roamed over her form. "I'm ashamed to see that this school opens doors for sluts." She spoke so loud that even though there was a good distance between her and Sango, she knew that Sango heard her.

Expecting Sango to walk pass them without so much of a sigh, Yura was shocked when she came to a stop right in front of her, her cinnamon eyes piercing her with utter detestation. "Why would you be ashamed when you're the fucking queen of sluts worldwide?" Sango smirked at her before bowing mockingly in front of her. "Your majesty."

Yura's face heated with shock and embarrassment, shame flooding her as their peers around them started laughing. Even Miroku couldn't help the snicker that escaped him, and she shoved him slightly. "Miroku!"

"You had that one coming Yura." He confessed, chuckling as his eyes sparkled with pride aimed at Sango.

Still, being as dunce as Yura is, she didn't even notice the evident attraction wafting off of both Miroku and Sango. "This is unforgivable!" Pushing her nose in the air, she grabbed Miroku's hand with a loud 'hmp' before turning around. "Let's go Miroku."

"I'm sorry," Sango suddenly rushed out, her hands grasping Miroku's free one. "I know you probably think my reasoning is stupid, and maybe you're even having doubts – but…" She sighed, her eyes downcast. "I… I'm only this way because of how I feel about you."

Her blush forced a huge grin on Miroku's face as he squeezed her hands with assurance.

"What is she talking about?" Clueless Yura queried, tugging forcefully on Miroku's hand. She reeled back slightly as if she was slapped when Miroku snatched his hand from hers. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"I feel like you're ashamed of me…" He confessed, taking a closer step to her.

"Of course not!" She screamed, turning a few heads. "Miro, baby…" Sango suddenly blushed at the affectionate name that slipped from her lips. "Shit…" She hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she nibbled worriedly on her bottom lips, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

When Miroku chuckled huskily at her actions, her lips puckered out cutely.

"Is someone going to explain this to me?"

Sango cut her eyes annoyingly at the pest beside Miroku. "Maybe if you – I don't know – disappear – then you'd grow a brain to aid you?"

"You little bitch!"

"Stop it Yura," Miroku's steely orbs settled on her, daring her to continue. "I won't tolerate you calling Ms. Sango names."

"Since when?" She gawked.

"Since I'm his girlfriend!" Sango smugly announced, momentarily forgetting that they had an audience. All she was focused on was getting back at this hussy who evidently had a thing for her man.

When Miroku tear his gaze from Yura in favor of pinning Sango with a questioning look, the blood drained from her face as she realized what she'd just said. "Oh my…" Her hands came up to cover her opened mouth. Big worried brown scanned the halls, noticing how they'd become somewhat of the student's focus. "I mean…"

Miroku's grin could put the Cheshire cat to shame.

"You mean what?" Yura demanded with her hands on her hips. "You're not only a fucking slut, but now you're a lair?" She giggled sickeningly, taking a closer step towards Sango.

Miroku grabbed Yura by the arm, stopping her from getting any closer to Sango. A sudden thought ran across his mind, wanting him to release Yura and see Sango go 'ape-shit' on this prissy pest beside him. He knew from experience that Sango's temper wasn't to be messed with and her physic was enough assurance for him of her capabilities to hold her own. But still, rational thought reprimanded him of sending Yura into the lion's den. The last thing he wanted was for Sango to be suspended or even expelled if Yura brought her parents into the mix.

"I don't like repeating myself Yura," Miroku eyed her angrily. "You're only getting verbal warnings because you're a girl." When she narrowed her eyes angrily at him, Miroku continued, unfazed by her. "Don't push your luck."

"This is insane!"

Sango folded her arms across her chest. "Miroku can we talk in private?"

"Honestly?" Yura rattled on. "Miroku is something going on between you guys?"

Sango rolled her eyes skywards, itching to turn this Yura bitch into her special punching bag. Here she was worried about taking the relationship public, and this small encounter just proves that people would quicker think it a lie than the truth. Sango wanted to laugh at the situation. It was unbecoming to think that so much sneaking around could have been avoided since everyone wouldn't even believe them to begin with. But… She hated the thought of that. Knowing that Miroku was a handsome young man, and that girls threw themselves at him – she just knew that such hateful events would only increase, if only to prove that Miroku was still single and ready to mingle like the lecherous freak he was notoriously known for. Having the sudden urge to prove to everyone, especially Yura that she was indeed Miroku's girlfriend, Sango did the unthinkable.

She rushed towards Miroku, plastering herself in his arms as her eager lips found his.

Miroku was shocked, but he was ecstatic all the same.

The gasps and murmurs faded around them as his arms snaked around Sango's small waist, drawing her even closer to him which caused Sango to whimper at the feel of his heated body. Sango opened her mouth wider for him, and Miroku thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She instantly began sparring with his tongue with sheer delight. Their sparring soon turned to suckling and Miroku couldn't help the deep rumble of approval from deep within him as he felt himself become hard for her, poking against her tummy. They forget everything around them, was lost to their own worlds as Miroku's hands fell from her waist to her hips, pressing her even closer against the swell of his need, forcing Sango to groan loudly as he hands fisted his now loose hair.

The bell signaled the ending of lunch, and the noise seemed to trigger them back to the now, forcing them to break the kiss as students now reluctantly parted.

"Um…" Sango licked her swollen lips, a deep blush adorning her cheeks before she tried moving out of his arms before soon realizing that he wasn't letting her go.

"Look what you did," He whispered, kissing her nose lovingly as he grounded slightly against her, causing her knees to go weak.

Sango flushed.

Yura cursed before turning on her heels.

And Miroku chuckled.

"Like I said, I promise to make it up to you." She licked the seam of his lips slowly, giggling when he groaned pathetically, burying his face in the croak of her neck.

"But I want you now cupcake."

"Gosh baby…" Her breath was coming in short pants as the sensation of his palm massage her ass, drawing her closer to the swell of his erection which forced her to grip his shoulders with urgency. "You… You can't keep doing that – we're going to be late for our class."

"It's your fault," He grumbled, lifting his head to look at her adoring windows. "You suddenly threw yourself at me; I thought you were going to kill me!" He chuckled when she swatted his arm, fully aware of the now vacant halls.

"I…"

"I'm happy though," He spoke, the seriousness in his voice and on his face forcing her into silence. "You've made me so fucking happy."

Sango grinned widely, pink dusting her cheeks as she cupped his. "It's all I ever wanted." She eased up, pressing her lips against his.

Miroku grinned in the kiss, dragging her upwards against his body until she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her heated gem directly over the girth of his erection. "You're so hot."

Sango giggled, wiggling herself against him, but shuddering when she felt him rubbed against her pearl, forcing her to bite her lips. "This is so embarrassing," She flushed when he drew her lips against his.

"Tell me what you want," He urged her, pressing her against him as he scanned the halls for any sign of life. "Just tell me baby and you know I'll do it."

Sango entangled her hands in his hair, breaking the kiss to rain more against his ears and neck. She was so embarrassed to voice her needs, having never done it in the past. Miroku was her first not too long ago, and they'd only had sex a handful of times. Each time, Sango was never the one to insinuate it, nor was she so daring to do it anywhere but their homes which would only happen if they had the house to themselves – much to Miroku's reluctance at times. Still, something about today, kissing so openly in public and expressing their wants so brazenly with actions made her excited and wet beyond comprehension.

"I…" She gulped, breathing hot puff of air against his ears. "Baby…" Moaning that torturous yet beautiful sound that Miroku love to hear, Sango pressed herself more against him, her flower opening up to feel more of him.

"Tell me Sango," He cajoled, walking slowly towards a lone door down the end of the hall, praying to the gods that it was unlocked. When he shifted slightly, causing Sango's breath to hitch, Miroku thanked the gods silently when the doorknob turned. "Don't keep me waiting cupcake."

When the door was closed and lock behind them, Miroku rested Sango atop a table, wetting his lips seductively at the dazed yet erotic look filling her eyes. "What do you want Sango?"

Sango's bottom lips were still a victim of her teeth as she eyed her boyfriend with evident want. Her blush intensified as she noticed his eyes glued southwards, making her fully aware of her fitted skirt hiked up to her waist, revealing the purple lace boy shorts she wore.

She boldly spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of the patch of curls filling the juncture of her legs. "Don't make me say it…" She whispered, turning her head away from him, refusing to look at the way he gazed at her, as if he was a hungry predator on the prowl.

"Sango…" He started, sighing loudly as he took a step closer to her, settling himself between her legs. "My dear sexy minx." He grinned, rubbing his hands against her milky thighs, inching closer to his goal. "How am I to know what you want if you don't tell me?"

"You're evil." She mumbled.

He laughed, the sound rough and sharp against their ears.

Without saying anything else, Miroku pressed his lips against Sango's tenderly, drawing her deeper into the depths of passion. Her mouth opened to accept him, whimpering when he nipped at her lips and then sucked on them to sooth the pleasurable pain. Their kisses only advanced in wildness, Miroku drawing her closer to him, making sure that her heat was pressed against his pulsating girth.

A strangled moan forced Sango to break free of the kiss, dropping her head against her boyfriend's shoulder; Sango gripped his biceps when he rolled his hips against her, continuously hitting that spot which triggered waves of pleasure throughout her body.

"Sango…" His lust filled voice only caused her to shiver with want; lips going dry as her mouth salivate with undeniable want.

"Please Miroku," She bit her bottom lip, throwing her head back in ecstasy while she too started to snap her hips forward, desperate to get more of him – desperate to feel him stretching her walls and filling her to the brim. "Please…" She shuddered.

His violet eyes drunk in the erotic scene before him, feeling himself swell even more as he witness the way Sango moved, heard the way she moaned his name, begging him for what was undeniably hers. A soft smile touched his lips when he felt her scooting even closer to him, hungrily pressing her heat against his covered iron rod.

"Sango," He called, enjoying her spasmodic form. When she didn't answer him, Miroku placed his hands on her hips to steady her, which forced her to open her eyes hazily to look questioningly at him.

"Tell me what you want," He whispered near her lips, his hot tantalizing breath caressing her assaulted lips.

Sango flushed even more.

Miroku smirked at her, silently taking one of her hands and pressing it against his covered erection. His smirk turned into a smile when he felt her caressing it, meekly looking him in the eyes as a timid smile settled on her lips.

"Tell me what you want," He cajoled once more.

Sango was sure that nothing crimson had anything on her right now. As she continued caressing his length, she wondered why he wasn't in her right now. Usually he wouldn't waste anytime talking or asking her what she wanted – because he knew. Miroku would pleasure her at first; torment her into multiple orgasms before he dared fill her with his phallus. He never asked her or hinted of his needs, but she'd watch enough naughty pictures to know what most men like and although she now had no problem doing it to Miroku – she was simply scared of messing up. Sango kept her cinnamon locked with violet, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall around his ankles. Instantly his member sprang forth, finally free of the confines of his jeans. The silk boxer he wore had a slit in front, and as if his penis had a mind of its own and a sense of direction, it found its way through that entrance, glistering with the evidence of pre-cum.

With one final look at him, Sango slid down off of the table, licking her lips as she did so while settling on her knees.

Miroku's eyes turned to saucer when he felt her warm lips cover the tip of his head, hissing loudly as his eyes screwed shut. "Sango!" He whispered hoarsely, grasping her shoulders and pulling her into a standing position almost instantly. "Cupcake, what are you doing?" He knew it was a stupid question, but the shock engulfing him didn't care.

"I'm…" Brows furrowed in confusion, her lips were puckered into a pout. "Don't you… like that sort of thing?"

He knew she was nervous, terrified even as tears glisten over her eyes and he couldn't help but burst with a fresh round of love for this girl before him. "Of course I do, but this is hardly the place…" He chuckled, this time a blush decorating his face. "I don't think I'd be able to contain myself." When she looked at him questioningly with those big, wide eyes, he kissed her hard. "You wouldn't want us to get caught would you?"

Before she could answer, Sango felt the cool air blowing against her now exposed flower. She was always impressed at how quickly he could discard of her undergarment, which always fueled the heat deep within her at just how quickly they'd be able to have sex. A huge gulp of air was held captive in her lungs when Miroku cupped her heat, his two middle fingers instantly finding her entrance to give her shallow languid thrust.

"You're so fuck wet already," His lips sucked and nipped at her neck, while his other hands massaged her left breast, feeling the bud coming erect from his ministration.

Sango had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning at the top of her lungs. Every time she tried to get more of Miroku inside of her, he'd pull back out, pausing until she'd calm down to re-enter her, only to continue that slow punishment.

"Miroku," She moaned, tears clouding her eyes from the heightened arousal drowning her.

"What do you want Sango?" He raised his head to look at her screwed up face, his large hand now massaging her bare breast. "I'm still waiting to hear your answer," With that said, he pinched her clit, making her jump from the sudden pleasure jerking her body while Miroku lowered his head to suck on her nipple.

"Please…I just…" A tear fell from her eyes, the mortification and mixture of pleasure too much to endure. "Won't you please just…"

"Just what?" He chuckled when he fully realized just how much the suspense was taking a toll on her. She looked so helpless with her big watery orbs and tousled hair. He just wanted to ravish her completely, but knew that the plans he had for her wasn't appropriate, knowing that anyone could hear them if they were too loud. But finally having her as his, knowing that the news of their heated kiss probably reached even Antarctica by now, Miroku wanted to punish her in some way for having him wait so long to show her off.

He captured another stray tear with his tongue, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his two fingers buried inside of her continue to thrust at their own pace.

Sango bit the inside of her mouth, her head snapping back in pleasure, long silky hair cascading down her back as she rode his fingers with abundant, jerking periodically when another wave of orgasmic pleasure forced to shatter her in tiny bits. As soon as she was about to release yet another rumbling orgasm, Sango felt Miroku removing his hand from her, forcing a small cry of frustration past her lips.

Miroku chuckled; placing his hand to his lips as he slowly licked her essence from his fingers, his smothering gaze drinking in his girlfriend's frustrated, yet erotic form.

Sango had just about had enough. She didn't know why he felt the need to prolong the inevitable, nor did she understand why he could hold off so long. She'd at least had about five orgasms and he hadn't any. She looked down at his swollen phallus, noticing how pre-cum oozed eagerly from the slit. Ah, fuck it – she needed him inside her, and as it proves – no amount of embarrassment or eagerness was going to get her what she wanted. Sango swallowed thickly, and with it her pride. Keeping her eyes glued to his, she slid up atop the table with her elbows holding up her wait. Sango hesitantly spread her legs apart, revealing her dripping wet and glistering flower to her pervert's hungry gaze. Wetting her suddenly parched lips, Sango eyed his throbbing groin, before freezing him with her half-lidded eyes that was glowing with lust, want and most importantly, love.

"Come fuck me, Miroku," She cajoled this time, a twinkle in her eyes as her already flushed visage, deepen in color.

Miroku need not be told twice.

The shock decorating his visage morphed into a huge grin as he walked closer to her, grabbing the underside of her thighs as he rubbed his thick head against her clit, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, her mouth ajar. "You're a fucking minx, did you know that cupcake?"

Her only response was a groan, before pushing herself up on her hand, and then wounding them around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss. "I'm your minx." She whispered against his lips, hugging him closer as he slowly entered her.

Their kiss was like flowing molasses, and Miroku's thrusting inside of her was just as slow and sweet. Sango couldn't explain the sharp spams of pleasure coursing through her with each passing second as Miroku worked towards filling her to a hilt.

When he was almost to the brink, Miroku snapped his hips forward, moving his hands to the outside of her thighs as she wrapped them around his waist, their hips locked tightly together. Miroku grounded on her, before pulling out and impaling her quickly, shocking her from the sudden change in tempo. Sango broke the kiss in favor of whimpering with passion. "Christ," She hissed, pressing her dull nails in his back as his thrust increased, shaking her whole form with each determined push inside of her.

Miroku's grunt sounded animalistic. In and out he thrust, impaling her as deep as he was allowed, enjoying the sweet sounds that was forcing its way pass her lips. Each lust-filled moan and whisper assaulting his senses only made him become harder for her, stretching her even more as he filled her. Miroku felt the urge to watch her, gaze at the girl who had his heart without his knowledge. Easing her back from his shoulders, he brushed her hair out of her face, raining sweet kissing on her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally he claimed her lips, kissing her as fiercely as he took her body, pouring his feelings into the small action. Miroku cursed loudly when her walls started squeezing him, and he knew that her release was nearing.

"Sango…" Miroku slid his hands under her, gripping her ass and lifting her off of the table, letting her weight assist him in sinking himself even deeper inside of her, desperate to make her a part of him.

Sango pressed her forehead to Miroku's forcing her eyes to stay open as she gazed at him, now bouncing widely against him as her walls gripped him, wanting him to stay in place but hungry to feel the pleasure he was offering her. Sango sighed with pleasure, her lips brushing against his sweaty cheek as Miroku continued pounding inside of her without a care in the world. She grounded against him, moaning loudly as her body tightened around him, nearing the undeniable release that was long waiting.

Miroku felt her release before it came. He felt the way she tightened around his shaft, soft ripples that flexed around him, driving him to complete lunacy. Sango was a very loud lover, and even though she held it together, he knew that this mind-blowing release would wake the dead itself. Quickly finding her mouth, he swallowed her scream of ecstasy just as hers triggered his own. Miroku saw white dotted lights flashing before his closed orbs, and he pounded faster inside of her, letting her drugging flower milk him of his orgasm.

Sango continued riding the waves of release, bouncing and grinding on him without shame as she kissed him widely, her moans escaping now and again as he continued pounding inside of her, he too riding the final waves of release.

When they were finished, he laid her on the table, collapsing against her breathless form while they both tried to catch their breaths.

He stayed buried inside of her, their hair matted against their sweaty form as thoughts of her consumed him. The feeling that was forcing to overtake him made him scared, wondering if it was too soon to even voice his thoughts. Miroku's eyes closed slowing in blissful relief, enjoying the way her fingers finger-combed his hair.

Sango sighed with satisfaction, a lazy smile touching her lips. She wrapped her legs around him, grinning when she felt him stretching her walls. As she hugged him closer to her form, she couldn't help but admit that he was the one – even though such thought frighten her.

But still, there was no denying how perfect everything felt.

Miroku eased up to touch his lips softly against hers, and she cupped his face to deepen it, not yet ready to feel the absence of his lips.

"You're voracious," He mumbled against her lips.

Sango laughed, flicking out her tongue against his own. "You made me this way."

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A tall male in his mid-thirties cursed under his breath when a woman walked in his path, causing him to bump into her. "Sorry." He rushed out, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her.

Without waiting for a reply, or even looking at the woman in question, his aloud his long powerful legs to make quick work along a lone corridor before rounding the corner to a mini-open office. Everyone's eyes were instantly glued to their boss, while some shuffled some documents and trying to look busy.

"Welcome back sir," A short male behind his desk shouted, a cheery smile gracing his features.

Said 'sir' ignored him, dark eyes glued to the door on the other side of the room that was his office. He couldn't believe his luck. First day back at the office and he was late! Not that it would matter that the head of his own company should arrive late, but knowing of today's appointment and the importance it held, made even him sweat with worry.

"How long has it been?" He asked his personal assistant, not even waiting for her to answer.

As soon as he opened his office door, and slammed it close, he heard a muffled "Not too long sir," Before he rounded his desk and pressed a few buttons. On the far right of his desk, a huge portrait drifted upwards, disappearing to reveal a flat screen, where an irked woman sat poised at her desk.

"You're late." She flicked her long silky man over her shoulders coldly.

"I apologize deeply, but traffic ha –…"

"Why did you want to speak with me?" She interrupted, turning her head to the side when someone came to offer some documents, apparently wanting her signature as she scribbled on the bottom of some of the pages. "You initiated this meeting after all," She handed back the documents to her secretary, leaning forward a little to peer down her half-moon glasses. "…even if you're the one who's late." She curtly remarked.

The male shrugged out of his jacket, putting on his reading glasses before taking out a file from his brief case. He wet his lips before loosening his tie, coming around to face the stoic woman on the large screen.

"Naraku – I'm sure you of all people know how valued my time is," She warned, boredom seeping in her voice. "Don't keep me waiting."

"Yes – of course…" He cleared his throat. "I would expect this meeting to be of some importance," He eyed her closely. "After all this is about your son, I'm sure I indicated that much prior to this meeting."

She only stared at her, looking uninterested by the topic as she pinched an invisible particle off of her tailored suit.

Naraku opened the folder in his hand, scanning through some papers before continuing. "I was wondering if you'll be open to the idea of your son meeting me very discreetly of course so I can track his progress. Seeing that the root of his problem started here, I'd like to see if he may happen to relapse for any reason –…"

"Are you implying that your therapy with my son has not cured him?"

"I never said that," Naraku quickly added. "These sorts of cases are very sensitive – one can easily relapse if something suddenly was to occur. Your son was never around the root of his unknown problem to fully cure himself of it." Pausing to read the patient confidential history, Naraku straightened his glasses before snapping the folder close. "I would be glad to help without charge. My only goal is to see the best of this child and hope that he does not revert back to –…"

"Are you implying once again that I may in some way not be able to pay?" Her voice had risen slightly with indignation.

"Of course not!"

She held up a palm to silence him, narrowing her eyes to slits. "My son does not need your service anymore Mr. Shimizu!" She hotly exclaimed. "Just think of the scandal if such meetings were to get out!"

Naraku rolled his eyes, appalled to see that she valued her reputation far more than that of her own flesh and blood – her only son. "Need I remind you that these meetings will be discreet?" He walked closer to the screen, the urgency in his voice quite evident. "All I'm interested in is helping young Taisho –."

"Enough!" She shouted.

"Mrs. Taisho, are you telling me that you find your career – your reputation far more important than your son's life?"

She gasped, tearing her glasses off and slamming them down on the desk – breaking them. "I have never!" She contorted her face in an angry look. "Do you know the power I have over your job?"

Naraku scoffed.

"This is not about me, nor is it about you."

Mrs. Taisho eased back as if she had been struck a deadly blow. Composing herself, she ran her hands through her sleek hair, plastering a sickening smile on her face. "Mr. Shimizu, I'm very pleased that you care so much about your patient – whether they are present or past, but I can assure you that my son is perfectly well. Your services back in America have helped him immensely and for that – I thank you. Your reputation did little to justify your impeccable capabilities – you truly are the best in your field."

"Mrs. Taisho," He spoke up, knowing that she was on the verge of cutting this conversation effectively. He couldn't fathom why she or even her husband feared the thought of something so small – compared to other crisis in the entire world – but certainly not unimportant, affect their career and everyday life. To this day no one even knew why their son did what he did; they don't know what drove him to such conclusion. The only thing any of them knew was that he was messed up, and the daily therapies Naraku went through with that kid may have helped him greatly. Yet, not knowing the root of the problem – just wide explanation – left them unaware of what could truly ignite the young child to relapse. "I'm sure we don't have anything to worry about, but just for safety measures…"

Her grin was as wide as it was fake. "There!" She clapped her hands twice. "Then let's not start these ridiculous meetings that would definitely waste your time and my money."

"Like I told you – I don't mind doing this for fr –…"

"This conversation is over."

Before Naraku could say anything else, he was greeted with a blank screen.

"Fuck!" He cursed, throwing the folder harshly against the screen. He watched as it connected with a soft thud before falling haphazardly to the floor. A small photo attached to information with names and other important things that was needed to be known fluttered close to his feet.

Naraku released a tired yet worried sigh; his eyes turning hollow as he gazed at a smiling snow-white haired boy, noticing that even with that arrogant smile on his lips, his eyes were dead – filled with hurt and rejection.

"I only hope he's not treading on rocky grounds."

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If wasn't for the high pitched sound of the bell, signaling the end of the lunch period, Inuyasha was sure that his lips would have still been locked with Kagome's.

His sunny gaze looked at her parted swollen lips, evidence of the once tamed kiss that had rapidly turned wild the moment Kagome got the hang of kiss. And if Inuyasha had to say – she was a pretty damn quick learner.

His tore his gaze from her lips, forcing himself to look her in her eyes – eyes that he realize were filled with trouble, no doubt from her actions. Come to think of it, why did she kiss him? From the moment they met, right up until know, he never got any indication of her having any sort of romantic feelings for him. Then again, who said a simple kiss defines one's romantic feelings for another? His brows furrowed in deep though.

Why did she kiss him?

More importantly, why did he return the kiss?

"Hoodie –…"

Kagome shifted her eyes away from him, shielding her emotions that she knew he was probably trying to read. "Um, we should probably head to class, before Mrs. Shimizu uses that as an excuse to make your life a living hell." She smiled faintly, turning her back on him as she slid between the bleachers and away from Inuyasha.

There he stood, rooted to his spot as his spheres followed her defeated trek towards the school's building. He wanted to talk to her about the kiss, but at the same time he had no idea how to bring it up. Inuyasha thought it was ridiculous – they were friends after all! Even if she kissed him, '…And I kissed her back…' they shouldn't let something so trivial cause their blossoming friendship to wither and die.

"Wait up Hoodie!" He shouted, rushing for his bag once more and making his way towards her.

When Kagome heard him, she stiffened momentarily before hastening her pace, wanting to get some distance from them so she could cool her mind.

'I can't believe I did that!'

She shook her head roughly, wishing she could shake the memory from her mind. A quick lick of her lips reminded her of the flavored orange juice Inuyasha had for his lunch. Her face deepened with the color crimson.

"Don't tell me you're running away from me now." Inuyasha nudged her as he fell into step with her, a smirk adorning his visage.

Kagome gave a sigh of relief.

"You're not mad?"

Her soft whisper made him pause. How could she ever think he was mad – especially knowing that he was the first to claim her succulent lips. If anything, he was happy, though the sudden emotion flooding his senses confused him. Why would he feel that way? Hoodie was just his friend.

"I knew it," She grumbled, her eyes glassing over with tears.

Of course he'd be mad – no amount of smiling could hide what he was feeling inside. Kagome was sure that all Inuyasha wanted to do was get as far away from the 'freak' as possible. His kindness was probably what was keeping him next to her, even though he'd quicker welcome an upcoming bus in his direction.

Before Inuyasha could say anything, they'd arrive at their classroom, and Kagome didn't give him a chance say anything.

"I'm really sorry for what I did," She whispered, averting her eyes from him. "I…" Kagome sighed in defeat, bowing her head in Mrs. Shimizu's direction as a form of apology before rushing towards the back of the class where her seat was located.

"I don't tolerate tardiness in my class," Mrs. Shimizu hotly remarked, her hands resting on her hips. She wanted to curse at Inuyasha, strangle Kagome and most importantly make them suffer. The jealously radiating off of her, made her feel like an immature child. "You Ms. Higurashi of all people should know that."

"I'm sorry – I was…" Kikyou noticed how her eyes shifted towards Inuyasha, before lowering with a heated blush. "It won't happen again." She finally stated, bowing her head deeply with regret.

There was not much Kikyou could do, seeing as other students in her class had a nag for being late once in a blue moon. She dismissed Kagome with a cut of her eyes, turning her attention to Inuyasha as he made his way to his seat. A longing sigh escaped her lips as she looked him over, her body feeling like mush as she recalled last night's activities.

Kikyou remembered going home, hot and wet for the snow-haired teen. She was even willing to settle for her husband, but found that he was locked in his study room, doing whatever his job insisted upon – leaving her to take matters into her own hand and bring forth a release that her mind forced her to think that it was all Inuyasha's doing. Licking her lips enticingly, Kikyou felt her nipples straining against her fitted top. She wished they could go back to old times, wished that she could simply test Inuyasha and tell him to meet her in one of the storage room at school so he could aid her with her needs.

"If only…" She mumbled, her gaze locking with his yet again, praying that he'd stop breaking her hold. She especially wished that he'd stop looking over at Kagome every five seconds.

She cursed.

"I have an assignment for you guys," She rolled her eyes when she was rewarded with a round of groans and protest from her students. "It's worth thirty percent of your final grade this term!" She spoke above their voices, smiling sweetly at them.

"It's a simple task. You're free to choose any type of painting style, yes including the oil paint." She smiled softly when the majority of her classroom gave a sigh of relief. "The topic is to be interpreted anyway you see fit." Kikyou gazed around the classroom silently, waiting for her students to take out their notepad. Her heated stare settled openly on Inuyasha, and after a few seconds, she gave a secretive grin before revealing the topic.

"First Time: A Rainy Day."

Kikyou turned her back to the classroom just before a huge grin threatened to split her face in half.

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Ok, so I questioned myself continuously – "should I leave it here or continue?" Ah~ I chose to leave it here. The only reason being that I have mountain of assignments and two of them are due on Tuesday, and they are insanely long ((groans)).

Anyway, I would like your views on this – especially that lemon. It's been a while since I wrote one and re-reading it made me feel like I was rusty =/. I really hope you guys enjoyed it though. Also I have some drabbles I did during the summer over on LJ to post – which I hope you guys would read! =D.

PLEASE REVIEW! =D