Chapter Ten

Inuyasha turned off the radio and pulled the keys from the ignition of his car, which was parked in the cement drive of his two story brick townhouse. Rather than hurrying inside to change from his work clothes, as he usually did, he took a moment to lean against the leather seating and close his eyes.

'Goddamn Kagome.'

Inuyasha had never been one to go after young girls. He found that the frivolous interests and seemingly constant desire for drama that was often linked to them exhausting and never worth pursuing. He still felt that way, which is why his marriage to Kikyou seemed ideal. She was the opposite of a young girl. He'd even go as far as to say that she was an old soul trapped in the body of a youthful woman. Kikyou was against most technology and loud social settings, as they both made her energy unstable (as she had once put it) and kept her emotions internal and to herself, making it near impossible to read her at any given moment. She preferred to spend her time studying the minds of children and teaching them new things, a trait that could be considered as compassion; but, the moment that the children reached the age of worldly consciousness and started to lose their childish wonder, Kikyou distanced herself completely.

Inuyasha had fallen in love with Kikyou for many reasons. She was undeniably beautiful with her near white skin and night coloured hair. But it was a beauty that, as Inuyasha had learned over time, was that of grace and frigidity and not much more. She was intelligent and interesting, although her participation in conversations would only take place if an interest of her own was being discussed. Inuyasha had fallen for the surface Kikyou, for the mysterious woman that he was desperate to figure out. Two years into their marriage and the mystery remained unsolved.

Inuyasha's eyes glanced downwards to his bag that rested on the seat next to him, its content slightly spilling from within. The history textbook caught his attention and he was immediately reminded of the dark haired girl that had recently made frequent appearances in his thoughts.

Kagome was nothing like Kikyou. She was feisty and charming and seemed to possess twice the amount of warmth as his wife, whose impersonality had started to wear on him throughout their years together. Whereas Kikyou was a beauty that was intimidating, Kagome's beauty was inviting and loin-stirring.

'And, fuck, she has a great rack.'

Inuyasha moaned, partially from the momentary lustful ache but also as a personal reprimand of his unholy thoughts.

With a sigh, he gathered his things and made his way to the townhouse. Kikyou's car was absent from the driveway but he called out her name, just in case. Silence. He sighed again and dropped his bag on the floor, kicked his shoes from his sore feet, undid the buttons from his black dress shirt, and proceeded to the fridge to obtain a cold beer. After a couple of swigs, he could feel his muscles relax and his head clear.

Kagome.

"Stupid little wench."

He grumbled, referring more so to the reappearance of her name in his thoughts than the girl herself. He pressed the cold glass of the bottle against his forehead and shut his eyes.

'High school girls should not be that good looking.'

He remembered his own grad class and couldn't think of one girl that physically matched that of Kagome. She had cream coloured legs that never ended and were put on display daily from her too-short skirt. Her waist dipped in perfectly from her svelte hips and her cheeks remained forever tinged.

'And, fuck, her rack.'

He hated these thoughts. Well, he hated the idea of them. Truthfully, he loved to daydream about the things he could only wish to do to the schoolgirl but the daydreams never lasted long as his guilty conscious was strong and faithful to Kikyou. His loins, on the other hand…

The door opened, snapping Inuyasha away from Kagome and back to his surroundings where Kikyou had just come home. She noticed the presence of his belongings on the floor before his own and tightly pressed her lips together in a line.

"Hey."

Inuyasha's greeting distracted her attention from the minuscule mess to her husband. She eyed his exposed flesh.

"Your shirt is undone."

"Yeah, I was just about to change."

Kikyou's near black eyes were then on Inuyasha's face, creasing as they examined his facial features.

"You're aroused."

Ashamed that his half-lidded eyes had given him away, Inuyasha looked down.

"Nah, just tired."

"Mmm."

She soundlessly left the kitchen and made her way up the stairs, to the bedroom, where Inuyasha knew she would spend the next hour meditating. He exhaled deeply and finished off the remainder of his beer before heading to the shower to either wash away his Kagome-induced arousal or indulge in it. He was hoping the hot water would help him decide but the memory of her lilac coloured panties ended up making the decision for him.