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I had always been thankful for the large amount of records the temple's library held. If I ever wanted to research about the history of our country, about a famous historical figure, or even wanted a story to read, it was there. Whenever I wanted to escape my responsibilities for an hour or two or needed information, the extensively stocked room of scrolls and books never let me down.

Before today.

It had been two days after we returned from Sango's village. I decided to start my digging on (possibly) my own past as well as Midoriko's. Like I told Inuyasha, I felt a small twinge of a connection to the great priestess that created the Shikon Jewel. Maybe I was crazy, and I tried to tell Inuyasha so, but he was adamant for me to at least try to find something on her. Or, if I'm going to directly quote him, it would sound like this:

"What the fuck are you saying, woman? Just follow your gut and do some damn research!"

No one said Inuyasha was ever delicate.

I giggled at the thought and stretched my arms over my head, trying to release the tension in my muscles from crouching over the table for so long.

Koga looked over at me when I let out the small sound of laughter in the once-silent room. "Any luck?" he asked.

I shook my head and let out a sigh. "None at all. I'm beginning to think I won't be able to find anything about Midoriko. Or me."

To keep from raising suspicion, Inuyasha sometimes (and "sometimes" is being generous) let Koga watch over me without him while Inuyasha went to eat, rest, or sneak around the High Temple. Usually, he only let me be alone with Koga for forty-five minutes, tops. Honestly, my half-demon was too paranoid sometimes. It's a miracle no one caught on that we were involved.

"Maybe you should take a break," Koga suggested. "It's been almost an hour since you started going through all that shit. Aren't you bored?"

"I don't think reading could ever bore me. I might be a little frustrated, yes, but never bored."

Koga scoffed and strode over to sit beside me in the floor. "You really are different, you know that?"

I frowned slightly and looked over at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it in a good way," the wolf demon clarified. "You love to learn and read. You do what you can to help people and you do what you have to do without complaint. And," Koga said with a slight blush painting his cheek, "you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I blushed, too, but not from flattery. Had Koga always been so forward? "Ah . . . Thank you, Koga. That's very nice of you to say so."

"In fact, I've been thinking . . ." He trailed off for a moment before looking up at me. Koga had an intensity in his ice blue eyes I had never seen before. I could almost shiver from that gaze, had the blue eyes been golden. Koga reached over and took my hands in his. I couldn't help but notice the contrast between his tan skin and my pale hue. Koga, like Inuyasha, preferred being outdoors and it was plain to see. "I would like for you to be my woman."

My calm countenance quickly faded as I blanched at the wolf demon. "What . . .?"

"I know you got your responsibilities here, guarding the Jewel and all, but you won't be doing that forever, right? One day, you'll be done with all this shit and you'll be able to live your own life. When that time comes, I want you to come live that life with me."

He seemed very confident and prepared for this moment. "Koga, I don't know if I'll ever be able to be done with the Jewel. That all depends on the High Priest's plan for the Jewel." And me. "I could be here forever, if they need me."

"Come on, Priestess," Koga groaned. "You can leave whenever you want to, right? You chose this life. I just hope that one day," he squeezed my hand harder and leaned in, "you'll choose me, too."

Oh, you have no idea, I couldn't help but think. Koga was a great guy. He did his job to protect me diligently and had always been kind to me. But there were parts of Koga I didn't like. He was clearly prejudiced against half-demons because they were different. I had seen and heard him call Inuyasha too many things for me to just ignore it. Disliking someone just because they were different was not something I tolerated. I never said anything to him only because it kept peace between us. I detested conflict; it wasn't in my nature to start it.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I failed to notice Koga slowly leaning in to kiss me for a second attempt. But this time was different. This time I reacted. Quickly, I tore my hands from Koga's grasp and placed them on his chest, firmly pushing him out of my personal space.

"Thank you, Koga, for your . . . proposition, but seeing as how you surprised me with it, may I have some time to think it over?" I lied.

Koga blinked from surprise for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. "Of course! Take all the time you need, Priestess."

"I appreciate it, Koga, really," I replied politely. I stood from my cushion abruptly. "But I think you're right. I do need a break from all this reading. You should take one, too; you haven't eaten in a while. Go get some food and I'll go find Inuyasha." I rushed out of the library, leaving a dumbfounded Koga staring after me. Another thing about Koga was that he didn't understand me. Granted, I never revealed to him what I had to Inuyasha, but something inside me didn't let Koga get that close to me. I always had a strong intuition about people; that same intuition was telling me to let Inuyasha in. And so I did, utterly and completely.

I was running so quickly to head to Inuyasha's room to see if he was there that I failed to notice a familiar red figure leaning against the wall, nearly hidden in the shadows next to the stairs.

"Priestess," the figure growled lowly.

I skidded to a halt a few feet away from him and slowly smiled. I found Inuyasha quicker than I thought I would; I should have known he wouldn't have been far from me. "There you are," I gasped in relief. My smile slowly faded when I saw him angry, glowing golden eyes amongst the shadows. "How much of that did you hear?"

"All of it," Inuyasha snapped but continued to kept his voice quiet. "You told him you would think about, did you? And what exactly are you going to think about, Priestess? Being with that wolf shit?"

I swallowed nervously. I was used to loud, explosive anger when Inuyasha was mad; the fact that he was calm made me feel more afraid than if he was yelling at me. "I told him that just to placate him."

"Really? Why didn't you just tell him that there is no way in hell you would ever be with him?"

"And what else? That I belong to someone else?" I challenged. Of course I could have told Koga no, plain and simple, but where's the fun in that? I had found that I liked it when Inuyasha got jealous; it made for interesting results. Playing games like these was so unlike me but . . . I liked the woman that Inuyasha brought out in me. She felt fun and free and dangerous.

Inuyasha growled again, slightly louder this time. "Don't play with me, Kagome."

"Who says I'm playing?" I lied. "As far as Koga is concerned, and everyone else here, for that matter, I don't belong to anyone."

Before I could blink, Inuyasha was in front of me, his lips pulled back slightly so his fangs were in full view. His demon speed never ceased to amaze me . . . except for right now. I was a little scared to see where my provoking him would take him. But it wasn't scared in the way that I wanted to run; it was in the way that put anxious butterflies in my stomach.

Inuyasha reached up with a hand and slid it through the dark tresses of my hair, slowly coiling around to the strands at the back of my neck and gripping hard. He took a deep breath, like he was trying to control himself.

"Inuyasha," I whispered intently, "someone could see us . . ."

"You know I checked," he replied sharply. "Besides, I don't give a shit right now. It looks like I have to remind you."

I couldn't help but suck on my bottom lip when the teasing demon tugged on my hair. "Remind me of what?"

Inuyasha stepped closer to me; his body less than a hair's width from mine. So close, but not yet touching. He pushed his face near mine, those golden eyes boring into mine, and hissed, "That you're mine."

Once again using his demon ability of speed to take me off guard, Inuyasha swung me into his arm and sprinted up the stairs. I barely had time to release a yelp of surprise and quickly loop my arms around his neck for stability. He let out a small laugh at my reaction.

I didn't notice we had stopped until I was lying down amongst the pillows in my room with Inuyasha hovering over me. With just us hidden away in that room, and his intense gaze on me, I blushed a deep shade of red. Sure, we had been alone in my room before, and Inuyasha looked at me like that often, but this time felt different from the others. It felt more . . . intense. Feral, maybe? Words couldn't describe.

I licked my lips and broke the silence. "Inuyasha, I need to go check on Sango. She must be up from her nap by now."

"Sango will be able to survive without you for a little bit. The woman did survive a major fucking beating. Right now, it's you who needs to be taken care of."

"But, Inuyasha-"

"Goddamn, woman!" the annoyed man growled and swooped down to pepper my neck with kisses and licks. "Just shuddup."

I sucked in a sharp breath from his attentions and brought my hands up to bury them in his silver hair. Those tresses made me so jealous; they were softer and silkier than my own. It wasn't fair!

As Inuyasha's lips danced over the skin of my neck, that familiar burning spread all the way from my toes to my head, making me dizzy from the feelings he brought forth in me. The teasing man tugged on the material of my kimono so my shoulders were exposed, the cool air making me shiver. Moving his lips over, I tugged on his hair more roughly than I intended when his fangs nipped at my skin. He must not have minded my rough treatment because he let out a low, feral growl. I pulled his face up to meet mine and gently sucked on his bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth. I had grown more experienced and daring during my . . . sessions with him. Now I was no longer afraid to initiate kisses. The rest of it, I was still unsure of.

I was vaguely aware of the feeling of my kimono slipping farther and farther down my shoulders, but I was too wrapped up in Inuyasha dominating our kiss to fully register it at first. It wasn't until the cool air hit my breasts that I realized I was more exposed than I ever had been before in front of Inuyasha. I quickly tore away from the kiss and threw my arms over my bare chest, hiding myself from him. It dawned on me that the sneaky jerk purposely distracted me so he could untie my robes without me noticing!

"Inuyasha!" I scolded. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, Kagome," he replied with an edge to his voice I had never heard before. "I'm going to remind you that you're mine."

"H-how?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer in the back of my mind. However, my innocence refused to let me think of it.

Inuyasha didn't reply with words. Instead, he slowly pulled my arms away from my chest and slid the kimono off the rest of my body. Seeing my skin was not a first for him; I had allowed Inuyasha small glimpses of myself whenever we were alone. But this . . . this was more than anyone had ever seen of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid of his reaction. Afraid that he wouldn't like what he was seeing. Inuyasha had been with other women. He told me that much. (Luckily, he didn't go into detail. I didn't want to know any more than that.) It frightened me that I wouldn't measure up to them; I think I was actually quaking a little from the fear.

The soothing feeling of hands running up and down my sides made me open my eyes to see my half demon staring down at me like a child seeing a brand new toy . . . and that child couldn't wait to play with it. Despite that, however, Inuyasha's hands never left my sides and his eyes never left my face. They simply continued to caress me soothingly.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I chose to think about the question. I thought of the time that Inuyasha protected me in the woods from the kitsune demon. I thought of how he unwaveringly jumped to my aid, not only to psychically protect me, but to emotionally keep me safe and sane. He had always been the person I went to break down to, to vent to. Throughout my whole life, if I were to go through all of my memories, my best ones involved the man over me right now.

"Yes," I said. "I trust you." Inuyasha had earned that, at the very least.

The biggest smile I had ever seen erupted onto the half-demon's face. Those smiles were rare and every time I was rewarded with one, I couldn't help but return a wide smile of my own, no matter how embarrassed I felt. Inuyasha finally allowed his eyes to trail over the naked expanse of my body. I would never be able to describe that look; words couldn't justify it. With a single look from him, my body erupted into flame, both inside and out. My thighs clenched together instinctually when his eyes reached my core and heat spread through there so hot it hurt. I couldn't help but squeak in surprise when the half-demon's hands placed themselves on my thighs, a light slap resounding through the room from the contact.

"Inuyasha . . ." I gasped when his fingers were so close to the most secret part of me. Interesting enough, I wasn't embarrassed or afraid. All I could feel was that I wanted him to do something about this tight, volcanic heat building inside of me. I knew Inuyasha was the only one who would be able to quench that fire.

No one else. That could never be.

Fangs teased the area of my skin that covered the Shikon Jewel inside of my body. Those deadly teeth did not stay there long before Inuyasha kissed and licked his way over to my belly button, giving it a gentle peck that made me giggle, and down . . . down . . . He stopped at the top of my dark curls. I somehow managed to lift my head to look at him. When he lifted his eyes to mine, I saw that his usual sunny golden color had melted into a fire orange with red tinged the edges of them.

With a sort of feral desperation, he wedged his hands between my clenched thighs and tore them apart. The action didn't scare me; in fact, I found it unbearably attractive. I bit my lip to keep the moan that wanted to escape in. My head flopped back down to among my pillows; I suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Look at me," Inuyasha demanded sharply. When I obeyed reluctantly, he growled, "Watch me. Watch how fucking much I'm going to love proving your mine."

"What-?" I was too late. As soon as the words left his mouth, Inuyasha planted that mouth over the folds of my vagina. The sudden contact made a loud moan escape me before I managed to clamp down on my bottom lip so hard I began to bleed. He mimicked the movements he made when he kissed my mouth on my folds.

I felt Inuyasha take his mouth from me. My brows furrowed in confusion and when I was about to protest, he moved up a little and raked his fangs over a particularly sensitive spot on me.

"O-oh, Kami . . ." My eyes widened to an unnatural proportion and I grabbed a pillow to stuff it over my mouth to stifle my scream. My lip was no longer getting the job done. My toes curled and my back arched as the growling demon between my legs continued to stimulate multiple areas of my nether region with his fangs, lips, and tongue.

That wicked tongue managed to slip inside of me, stroking my walls like they were made of the finest silk. "Fuck, Kagome . . ." Inuyasha gasped, his voice sounding broken and wrecked. "You're so fucking mine."

I nodded past the pillow. "Yes . . ."

I did not last long after that. Before I knew it, I couldn't hold my head up any loner, and my essence seemed to explode out of me. I was left in a pile of wailing, gasping human puddle of goo while Inuyasha lapped it up like the animal he was, growling all the while. My chest heaved frantically as my brain tried to catch up with my body. I could barely process what happened. Suddenly, I was feeling very . . . sleepy . . .

My eyes were drooping shut as Inuyasha crawled up to lay beside me, laying a kiss on the top of my head.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

I hummed in my response, a small smile on my face as I repositioned my head to lay it on his chest. Inuyasha let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders to draw me closer into his body. I decided then to let the sleep overtake me. I could check on Sango and go see the High Priest when I awoke.

"Get your rest, Kagome. You're going to need it. That was only the beginner's course."

Oh, god, that sucked ass. Please don't skewer me. That was practically my first lemon. Please review!