Fighting Fate

An Inuyasha Fanfic

By The Story Mistress

Chapter Ten

"Okay, I'm ready, Inuyasha," Kagome said sliding her arm through his.

"Great, let's get out of here." He covered her hand with his own and started towards the door. He tossed a wave at Sango and Miroku as they passed and then proceeded to ignore any other offered goodbyes. Kagome on the other hand bowed her head to each person as they passed.

"You're being rude," she told him.

"They're used to it," Inuyasha replied with a shrug. "So, what were you talking about with, uh, Miko-san?"

"The Gallery," Kagome replied. "She offered to give me a tour whenever I have the chance to visit. I've heard they have some wonderful art. Have you ever been?"

"Once or twice. It's okay. Nothing to go crazy about," Inuyasha replied.

"Something tells me you're not much of an art lover," Kagome said dryly. "Maybe we could go together one day; we could have lunch and make a day of it. I've heard even more about the café then I have about the art."

"We'll see," Inuyasha replied. "Here we are." He once again shooed away the limo driver so he could open Kagome's door then climbed in after her. "So, my darling," he said after they were on their way. "Are you drunk enough to let me take advantage of you or do you need another drink?" He started to reach for the champagne already cooling in an ice bucket.

"What makes you think I need to be drunk for that?" Kagome replied playfully. "Besides, maybe I want to take advantage of you."

"Really?" Inuyasha said raising his eyebrows. He sat back and smirked at her, "Be my guest then." Kagome's smile turned decidedly wicked as she slid across the bench seat to settle herself in Inuyasha's lap. She slid her hands up his chest to undo his bowtie.

"Let's get a little more comfortable," she said."

"In that case," Inuyasha reached up to unpin her hair.

"Hey!" She grabbed his wrists. "I'm in charge here."

"Yes, ma'am," he conceded holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm yours for the taking."

"That's better," Kagome leaned back and looked him over. "Take off your jacket," she ordered. He complied slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She bit her lip as, unbidden, he started to unbutton his shirt. "No." She stopped him. "I want to do that." He dropped his hands and she took over shifting closer on his lap. With excruciating slowness she slipped each button from its hole, torturing him every time her slim fingers brushed against his skin. Finally the last button was undone and she spread his shirt open to look her fill. She licked her lips again then traced her fingers lightly up his torso. He shivered and groaned involuntarily. Kagome leaned forward and nipped at his collarbone following that with a soothing kiss. She ghosted her lips across his chest as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. His chest was lean and muscled; his skin soft and warm.

"Kagome," he sighed. "I need to touch you."

"Not yet," she replied absentmindedly. She was drunk on his warmth, his scent. She moved down his body sliding her tongue along his skin to his nipple. She swiped her tongue around the spot and he groaned. She smiled against his skin, marveling at the power she held over him.

He clenched his fists. "Kagome," he said again. She looked up at him and his mouth went dry. Unable to wait any longer he dragged her up and ravaged her mouth with his. She moaned warm and pliant in his arms. He drove his fingers into her hair, dislodging the pins so that her hair fell around them enveloping him in that dusky sweet scent that intoxicated him. He moved from her lips, burying his face in her neck and breathing deep. "Gods Kagome," he groaned. "I want you—I need you."

"You have me," she replied running a hand over his hair. "I'm here." She shifted back and reached under her hair to release the halter strap that held up her dress. "I'm yours," she said as her top slid down to reveal her nude colored strapless bra. His eyes darkened to burnt amber and he drew her in for a kiss, one hand cupping her head through her hair, the other splayed against her back. His lips moved against hers, softly at first then with increased pressure. Her lips parted and his tongue dipped inside tasting her as his hand moved to the clasp of her bra. It was still there a few moments later and Kagome laughed against his mouth. "Need some help?" she asked.

"No," he growled. "You'll need a new bra though." He sliced neatly through the fabric with a single claw.

"Inuyasha!" she protested. As the ruined bra fell away from her.

"I'll buy you a new one," he said quickly. "I'll buy you a bra factory."

"I don't think that's necessary." She laughed again. Her laughed turned into a gasp when he abruptly cupped his hands over her breasts.

"You're perfect," he murmured kissing her collarbone before running his tongue down her chest and between her breasts. "How are you so perfect?" he asked. His mouth closed over one nipple and he swirled his tongue around her nipple mimicking his actions with his thumb on the other. "Did the Gods make you just for me?" he asked blowing on her saliva dampened flesh. Her answer was a sobbing moan as he switched his attention to her other breast. Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as she arched upwards trying to get impossibly closer. "Are you really mine, Kagome?" he panted. "Tell me you're mine." She moaned breathlessly and he nipped her with a fang. "Say it. Say you're mine. Say you belong to me." Something in his voice made her open her eyes and look down at him.

"Inuyasha," she murmured. The whites of his eyes were slowly bleeding red, jagged purple stripes had appeared on his cheeks. For some reason Kagome felt no fear. "Inuyasha," she said again. He pulled his mouth from her flesh and looked up at her. "I'm yours, Inuyasha. Yours and no one else's."

"Mine," he growled in agreement, taking her mouth possessively. He trailed kisses over her face and down her neck. He scraped his elongated fangs gently across her skin. "Mine forever." He pressed a kiss in the spot where her neck and shoulder met. Kagome felt the prick of his fangs against her skin and suddenly realized what was about to happen.

"Inuyasha," she panted. "I-Inuyasha wait. Are you about to-to," she stumbled over terminology she'd read when researching Youkai mating rituals. "-to mark me?" she finished.

"Mine forever," he growled in agreement.

"No!" she exclaimed. "Not, not now. Not like this." She put hands on his shoulders to push him away. His hands, gripping her waist, tightened pricking her with his claws and she stopped moving.

"Mate. Mine. Forever." He growled.

"Yes, yes of course," her hands curled over his shoulders. "I love you. I want to be yours forever. But not like this. Not half dressed in the back of a limo. Inuyasha please," she said softly. He groaned softly and took a deep breath, then another. Slowly his grip relaxed and he rested his face against her shoulder. "Inu-"

"Not yet," he interrupted, his voice rough. "Just—not yet." They stayed like that, her hands resting on his shoulders; his face nestled against her, both breathing deeply until a knock on the partition startled them both.

"We're here," the driver called from the front.

Inuyasha sighed, "Give us a moment."

"Sure," the driver replied, amusement clear in his voice.

Inuyasha growled under his breath before breathing deeply and moving away from Kagome. He helped her fix her dress, then shrugged into his jacket, not bothering to button his shirt first. "Come on Kags," he made sure to grab her bra and his own discarded bowtie before opening the door and helping her out of the limo. He knocked on the roof and the driver tipped his hat before driving off. Silently they headed into her building and up the stairs.

"Inuyasha, are you mad?" Kagome asked tentatively as they reached her door.

Inuyasha looked at her surprised, "Not with you, Kagome. Never with you." He sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I just—I'm sorry if I frightened you."

"But you didn't," she pulled away gently to look him in his eyes. "You didn't scare me." She could tell he didn't believe her. She unlocked the door and tugged him into the apartment. Closing the door she backed him against it. "You could never scare me, Takahashi Inuysha," she insisted. She went up on tiptoe to press a kiss against his mouth. His hands came up to her shoulders.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she led him away from the door to the couch and sat down. "I took your advice and I read up on mating rituals," she explained. "There is nothing I want more than to be joined with you, marked as yours for everyone to see. But something so important…" she faltered. "I'd like to wait."

Inuyasha groaned as he came to understand. "Of course. I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away."

"We both did. It's okay," she assured him.

He kissed her gently on the mouth, then again on her forehead. "I should go," he said standing.

"Go?" she asked confused. "You, you don't want to stay with me tonight?"

"I'd love nothing more," Inuyasha said bending to kneel in front of her. "But I can't—we can't," he sighed frustrated. "I can't be with you not give into the urge to mark you, Kagome." He explained. "So unless you're ready for that…" he trailed off.

"Oh," she blushed. "I was hoping to wait until after the wedding for that." Inuyasha groaned and she laughed softly. "I'm sorry. But, you could still stay. And we could just, you know, be together." She smiled hopefully.

"I think I can do that," he moved back to the couch and pulled her into a hug. "I think."

She laughed and nestled closer. "I love you, Inuyasha."

"I love you too."

AN: I know it's been a while. I started this fic at the end of my senior year in college and it just kinda fell by the wayside. I'm trying to finish it, for myself and for those who are still interested in reading. I can't promise frequent updates, but I'll do my best. I know this one is short, but I'm trying to ease back in. Thanks for reading!