Hallo to all! I'm back again, HUZZAH! (drum roll, cheers from imaginary people inside my head) Thank you… thank you… No seriously, I'm kinda excited about this chapter. Verra excited, actually, because this is a funny chapter as well as devious and… other things.
Oh yeah, to get the point across, I don't own Inuyasha. Would love to (wouldn't we all?) but I don't.
To make things interesting, here's a list of the songs I listened to while writing this chapter. Believe me, without music, I'd be a lost cause (fyi: don't own these either):
I'm No Angel by The Allman Brothers * It's Not Over by Chris Daughtry * Forsaken by Korn and Disturbed * The Lord's Prayer by E Nomine * Waves by DJ Satomi * Even Angels Fall by Jessica Riddle * Goodbye by SR-71 * Pride and Joy by Stevie Ray Vaughn * Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran * Das Omen by E Nomine * Laid by James * Walking in Memphis by Marc Chon
Chapter 11: Reunited, and It Feels So Damn Good!
The room reeked with a strong smell of sweat, dirty laundry, and lilac, which made a bad smell when the three came into a combination. Women worked diligently at their posts, constantly loading and unloading clothes, sheets, anything needing to be washed. Water was always being sloshed onto the floor, the laundry maids stirring and scrubbing in the giant buckets of water. It was a death trap to those with unsteady feet.
The giant stone room, located beneath ground, was hot and heavy with the odors of the working class. The walls were a dull, faded gray color, the walls having stood through multiple white wash episodes. The wooden floors were also drab, littered with little scratch marks and dents, and scuffmarks from countless shoes.
Kikyo hated it. The scents, the people, the chores, the room, Kikyo despised it all.
She had no want to be here, and believed, in all earnest, that she was meant to be someone else, someone of higher stature. She dreamed each night and knew, just knew, that she should be the woman in command. She should be having her clothes washed, shouldn't even have to know this room even existed. Living the life of luxury in a richly endowed room, lavished with everything she could want, everyone she could desire at her disposal.
From somewhere behind her, she heard the deep rumbled voice of one of the yardmen as he flirted with one of the laundry girls. In return, the young woman giggled lightly, then spoke to him with the same intent beneath her choice of words.
Oh yes, Kikyo loathed this place, her post, with all of her heart.
The cleaning women chatted harmlessly throughout their work. The gossiping included anything from the new soap they used to the new workmen in the stables. Sometimes there was word from town and the mishaps that have taken place, like if the baker has raised his prices, or the blacksmith has taken a new lover. Little things, worthless things, came from the mouths of these women. Things of absolutely no importance to anyone, just a few interesting tales to pass the time.
This simple mindedness of the working class was all that kept Kikyo entertained for hours at a time. She didn't necessarily clean clothes for a living, but it was certainly one of her many positions in the castle. It was how she had come into possession of the hanyou's clothes…
Inuyasha…
His name whispered through her mind like a lover's caress. Yes, the half demon was a delectable morsel, and she had seen his beauty firsthand, when she had come upon him in the second dining hall, completely nude. He was exceptional, with his long locks of silver, his amber eyes that seemed to glow, and his body…
Kikyo felt a delicious shudder coarse through her body.
He was perfect in that area. Lean, but beautifully built, muscles sculpted to an absolute flawlessness. What plans she had for that body, all of them involving her teeth and tongue. She'd love to run her hands up his torso, around his neck, and into his long hair to tangle her fingers and…
Well, there was a flaw in the man. A small one, but surely it could be taken care of. There was the matter of those little repulsive dog-ears that rested atop his head. They were in the way of her enjoyment, and she believed them to throw off the balance of his glorious form. Dog-ears? Why had he ever had those things, they reminded her of little annoying, yapping pups. With a well-sharpened blade, they could be gone in an instant.
He wouldn't need to hear, right? All she'd have to do is look at him, and in time, he would know what she wanted.
The wooden door to the chamber opened with a loud bang, exciting all of the ladies. A little mousy woman ran in, her blonde hair falling from her chignon, as she rushed over to the large washing basin where her friends stood. Kikyo watched with amusement as the woman slipped and slid on the puddles of water, but to Kikyo's consternation, she never fell.
"Bless me, let me tell you," she exclaimed excitedly to her companions. "Let me just tell you what I have seen today! It was wonderful, I tell you, wonderful!"
Kikyo shook her head in disgust, turning away from the scene to dip her hands into her own washing basin. The women were so interested in every little detail of every little thing. It was starting to become rather annoying.
"I've said it before ladies, let me tell you, I've said it before, but never have my eyes beheld such a sight! Oh it was like laying my eyes on a newly spread rose, or a wondrous moonlit night!"
"Oh do get on with it," one of the other women exclaimed. "What did you see? Come on now, you've got us all worked up."
"There's a new kitchen lad! He was beautiful, let me tell you, just beautiful." She heard the little women sigh loudly, as if she were captivated by the new boy.
Her friends instantly moved in on the girl, poking and prodding, wanting to know everything. "What does he look like?" "Is he handsome?" "How tall is he?" "Where is he now? Is he working food or serving?" "Maybe he is the boy who hauls wood for the stove." "Is he seeing anyone?" "How old is he?"
The mousy woman, loving the attention, answered as many questions as she could. "Well, let me tell you, he is so handsome he fair steals one's breath away." "Tall? Why, he's tall enough for me." "He's working in the back of the kitchen, stock loading and dishes and such, but it doesn't dim his looks at all." "I don't know if he's seeing anyone, to tell the truth, and I would tell you, yes I would." "I'm not sure of his age, but he's certainly ripe for plucking!" The girls all giggled wildly.
Kikyo paid them no head, in no mood to deal with there gossiping. That was the case, until she heard the girl exclaim, "But let me tell you, it was the cutest thing! He had atop his head the most adorable pair of puppy ears! Strange? Well, yes, I suppose, but it looks so good on him! It makes you want to pet him… all over!"
Kikyo stiffened at the girl's words. Inuyasha was working in the kitchen? How preposterous, her lover wasn't going to work in the kitchen!
No, he would be with her, work only for her, when she rightfully came to rule.
Kikyo looked down at the garment she was washing, and frowned when she saw it was a little green skirt. She was washing Kagome's skirt! The little bitch didn't deserve that kind of treatment, and she certainly didn't deserve Inuyasha!
Pulling out a small knife, Kikyo began to puncture the skirt, and when she was satisfied, placed it in the pile to be dried.
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"This damn piles huge! What the hell am I supposed to do with all of these?"
"You're supposed to take care of all of them, put them away, and then wait for more."
"No way, you're not going to get me to do this again! It's stupid, I'm better than this!"
"Right now, Inuyasha, this is all you've got!" Miroku shook his head in annoyance as the half demon continued to argue. "If you want to keep a low profile, you'll wash these dishes and keep washing dishes until we find a way to get you out of here."
Inuyasha pouted, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at the stack of dirty dishware. "Can't I just leave out the front door?"
"No, idiot, or we would've let you. It's guarded, and we can't have any of you getting caught right now. The mistress can't know that you've escaped."
"Then let me go to this mistress, and I'll take care of it!" With this statement, Inuyasha stood up on his tiptoes and tried to look foreboding. "I will scare her into letting us go, then she'll be terrified and have no choice!" Inuyasha let out a maniacal laugh, followed by a punch towards the sky. "I'll show them all!" Again, he let out a bout of evil laughter.
"That's right, Inuyasha, you'll show them!" Miroku moved towards his friend. "You'll show them all that you're no wuss!"
"That's right! I'm all man, all power, all muscle." Inuyasha flexed, letting out a masculine growl.
"Yes, Inuyasha, you're all that! Now, you know what you're going to do?"
"Keh, I'm gonna take 'em all on! I'll scare 'em so bad they'll hide under they're blankets!"
"You'll show no mercy!" Miroku took hold of Inuyasha's hands and led him towards the sink. Filling the tub with hot, soapy water, Miroku said, "You'll get them back for what they did to you."
"Yeah," Inuyasha said with malice. "I'll take my fist to their goody-goody faces. Give them a good ole one-two!" Inuyasha said this with a jab of his fists.
"Inuyasha, you're going to be the boss. Don't let them take you by surprise." Miroku picked up a rag, flung it about his head, and then promptly handed it to the hanyou.
Twirling the rag, Inuyasha stood in front of the sink, still lost in his own thoughts. "I'll get 'em, just watch me Miroku!"
"Right! And you'll do it all with the power you'll develop from washing all of these heinous dishes. Just think, they gave them to you so you'll weaken, then you won't be able to take revenge."
With a stunned look on his face, Inuyasha turned back to the sink. Then, with a fierce snarl, he took up a ceramic plate and plunged it under the soapy water. "No way in Hell! I'll do these dishes, and kick their asses!" Inuyasha began to scrub with vehemence, then after setting it on the drying rack, took up another. Sensing Miroku was still watching him, Inuyasha turned to him. "You still here? Get out! I don't need any help with these things, they're mine to wash!" With that said, Inuyasha started on his third plate.
Miroku turned and strode quickly out of the kitchen, unable to mask a large grin.
He was still the same.
Over across the large building, Sango was trying to help Kagome in her own chores. "Kagome, you can take that giant duster and clean the rooms down this hall. I'll be in a different one." Sango bit back a grin as she watched Kagome's face show contempt at the task.
"Oh, Sango, I hate dusting! My mother always used to make me dust, all over the house, once a week!"
"Sorry Kagome, but until I can get you to safety, I can't do anything about it. You have to blend in."
"Blend in? You mean all of the ladies who dust wear this uniform?" Kagome glanced down, looking at the amethyst maid dress as if it were a sin. It was designed like a French-maid's dress, with lace under the skirt, the dark purple fabric molded to Kagome's upper body. The front was held together with black lace, tied in a little bow that rested on the cleavage the dress gave her. Her hair was pulled back into a simple bun, tied with a black ribbon streaked with purple. Everything was simple, down to the healed black shoes on her feet to the ribbon in her hair, but still…
No, Sango knew for a fact this was not a simple maid's outfit. She'd found it this morning outside of her chamber doors. Inuyasha, Kagome, Kouga, and Ayame had stayed with them that night, and Ayame had disappeared that morning. So, finding the outfit, she had assumed Ayame had gotten it for the miko.
"Yes, Kagome, this is regular attire. Now please, go dust the rooms." With that said, Sango turned and head for another hall.
With a defeated sigh, Kagome headed for the first door on her right. Upon opening the door, she found herself standing in a library. She lightened up instantly, and skipped into the room. She loved books, fascinated by the world of fiction and how the simplest tales could take her anywhere. She browsed the titles, leather bound novels, and turned away as she couldn't find anything interesting on this set of shelves. Looking about, her smile never dimmed as she realized there would be many other shelves to explore.
She looked down to the duster in her hand. Remembering her duties, she slouched over to the large wooden desk that sat at the back of the room. The dark wood formed a massive structure, which made sense since this was a massive room. Running her finger along the glossy top, she tsked as she saw the dust that covered the end of her finger. Hovering over the desk, she moved her feather duster back and forth over the cover, then onto the sides. Afterwards, satisfied with the newly gleaming desk, she moved onto the shelves behind it.
Back and forth, she ran the feathers lightly over the books. She read each title, the golden letters standing out from the leather tomes. Moving downwards, she continued to dust until she came upon another book. This one, she noticed, was much different. It was rather small, and the cover was much older, worn and frayed at the seams. The letters were actually branded into the side, as if burned, but for the life of her, she could not read the title. Plucking it from the shelf, she laid her duster down on the desk, then placed the book next to it. Tenderly she opened it, and found the pages to be brittle with age.
She skimmed, fascinated by some of what it said. It told of a woman, powerful and wealthy-
-she lived high above the city. Her castle stood looming over the country, the stones seemed to shine in the sunlight, and even brighter in the moonlight. Guards stood about the structure, some along the parapets, and others around the walls. They're leather armor was polished and stained a grand shade of ebony.
Servants and workmen crowded the courtyard, rushing about to complete tasks and carrying messages from the castle to the city. Scurrying around at a fast pace, they worked diligently for their mistress.
High above them all, watching with little interest, was their mistress. She stood at her window, as she did every day for many an hour, watching the women and men, even children, as they led their lives. Some had come to her employment by birth, others by trade. They were all so wrapped up in their short lives. Every one of them knew not of the secrets of the castle, only that their ladyship never left her chambers, nor did she ever want to.
The Lady was one who was known solely for the fact that she never left her rooms. Many told stories of how she stayed locked away because of her awesome beauty. Others told that she was haggish and crippled. Still others just shrugged the stories off and said simply "they had a job, money, and shelter, so why should they question if she is pretty or not?"
After a while, no one thought much of the mistress. They left her alone, not even bothering to remove her from her chambers. There were messengers to deliver her orders, and even they did not know what she looked like.
So she sat there, every day, at her windowsill, watching the world pass her by. No one saw her, for she was so high above the others that they could only make out the outline of her body.
No one saw the sadness in her eyes, the great longing they held. No one knew of her most inner secrets.
No one knew that, even with the fame and wealth, all she wanted was someone to love her. All she wanted was someone that would love her for herself, and someone that would care enough to come and remove her from her room.
She wanted someone that would call her his own.
A slight frown marred Kagome's face as she closed the book. It seemed that she had stumbled upon a sad story. Kagome didn't particularly like sad stories, and always put them away, but…
For the life of her, she wanted to read the rest. She didn't know why, just that the book had seriously caught her interest.
I'll have to read it later, she told herself as she placed the book back on the shelf. Taking care with the rest of the novels, she went about her work, dusting all that she could reach. When done, she looked about for any remnants of dust, and when she found none, she inwardly gave herself a pat on the back, then turned to leave the library.
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Grumbling, Inuyasha turned down the hall to his left. In his arms was a basket, and inside the basket were the used cups, saucers, plates, and silverware of anyone occupying a room in the giant manor. Wanting to get out of the kitchen, after washing and drying hundreds upon hundreds of the seemingly endless piles of dishware, he had loudly proclaimed his want to leave. Giving in, Miroku had assigned him to collect the dirty dishes from the rooms.
"I should've just washed the stupid plates," he said to himself. Looking down, he glared at the dishware, wishing it would just disappear. "I really hate you," he said to the ceramic dishes, "I'd just blast you away with Tetsusaiga, if only I knew where it was."
This thought troubled him for some time. Only just a while had he thought of his fang-sword, when he had wished death upon a difficultly stained bowl. He had reached for it, only to find that he no longer had it in his possession.
He knew not of its whereabouts, only that he felt a deep sense of unease without it.
Looking away from the dishes, he stopped as he heard a door opening ahead of him. Twisting, he moved into the shadows of the pillars along the walls. Peering into the hall, he waited for the person to move out into the passageway.
The sight that greeted him, however, was so unexpected he almost dropped his basket.
Kagome stood before him, wearing a little outfit that confused him as much as it aroused him. She was clothed in black and dark purple, making her already pale skin even whiter, creamier. The healed shoes made her long legs seem even longer, and her hair was pulled up off her neck. The lacy, frilly number was revealing in many ways, but it still covered the essentials.
The essentials he wanted to touch, to get his hands – his mouth – on.
Placing the basket on the floor, Inuyasha stepped forward.
Kagome, however, was unaware of such actions, and was busy heading towards her next destination. Walking, her next room in sight, she was caught off-guard when an arm suddenly snaked around her waist and seemed to throw her through a door to her right, the door slamming behind her. The room was small, probably a closet, and completely dark.
She heard someone breathing.
Reaching out, her fist came to rest against something hard and warm. Flesh.
Out of the darkness two arms came about her, then pulled her up roughly against her attacker. She felt the hard body against hers, and she shivered when she felt the person's lips nipping and biting at her neck.
She tried to pull away, trying to escape, but the arms only tightened around her.
"Why do you pull away, Kagome? I know you like what you're feeling." The voice seemed to seep into her, caress her, as it rolled like thunder through the darkness.
"Inuyasha?"
She felt him nod against her neck, never halting his nibbling upon her neck. She felt her chest swell with emotion as she realized who it was, and wrapping her arms tightly about his waist, she held onto him. "I've missed you, Inuyasha."
Running his tongue the length of her slender neck, he rested his lips against her cheek. "I've missed you too."
She felt him move a hand from about her waist, then shuddered as it ran up the side of her ribcage to rest just below her arms, the heel of his hand touching the swell of her breast. "Where have you been?"
He began to place chaste kisses all over her face, covering her cheeks, her nose and forehead. "Around," he said curtly.
His lips hovered above hers, she could feel his breath mingling with hers. His other hand had unconsciously moved up as well, just as the other one had. "Have you missed me," she asked softly.
His answer was instantaneous, sounding hoarse as he spoke. "Like the sky misses the sun." With that said, he lowered his lips onto hers, and they spoke no more.
The kiss was gentle, soft, his tongue never penetrating her mouth. She hadn't expected him to be so tender, being so rough and tough all of the time. It was another side of him she hadn't really seen before, and for the moment, didn't know quite how to deal with. He was being too placid, never even penetrating her lips. She had never been so turned on by a closed mouth kiss like this one was doing now. It was as if he didn't want to have fast, rough love… almost as if he was afraid he might somehow break her.
She felt his hands move down to grasp her wrists, and then he placed her arms so that they rested on his shoulders. Moving his hands away, she linked her hands together behind his head as he continued to kiss her. Still he refused to take the kiss farther, held back from giving her any heated, open-mouthed necking.
Moaning her protest, Kagome pressed her mouth harder against his. She slid her tongue over his lower lip, silently asking him to open to her.
With a low growl, he did just that. Parting his lips, he allowed her tongue to delve into the depths of his mouth, letting her explore all she wanted. She fisted her hands into his long hair, tangling her fingers into the silver locks as she felt him suckling her tongue. Then, with sudden, intense passion, he forced her tongue back into her own mouth. As he began to thrust his tongue back and forth, never giving her time to savor it, his hips began to move in rhythm with his tongue. He pressed her back against the closet wall, his hips still keeping the constant bump-and-grind.
She felt his hands once again creep up her sides, settling next to her breasts. His thumbs began to massage the sides of them in little circles, the slight pressure sending shivers down her spine.
His caresses were setting her on fire. His movements were erotic, the bulge in his pants plainly felt as he ground it against her pelvis. His tongue was heaven sent, keeping her so aroused, it alone had started that slight throb between her legs.
It wasn't enough.
Pushing away from the hanyou, Kagome took a deep breath to steady herself. She looked up to see Inuyasha suffering the same spell she was under, their breathing fast and labored. His hands were still now, just holding her, and she could feel the now very large bulge pressing into the vee of her thighs. They stayed that way for many minutes, just staring into each other's eyes.
Taking another breath, Kagome eyed Inuyasha in the darkness. "Inuyasha, we can't do this."
She saw the heated look in his eyes begin to dim. His breathing started to slow, his shoulders began to drop. "Kagome, I didn't mean to…" His voice faded before he finished. Then, without warning, he pressed against her harder than before, his hands moving abruptly to cup her breasts. He moved his mouth to her neck. "No, Kagome, I did mean it."
"Inuyasha-" she breathed, her voice low.
"No, Kagome, I'm not stopping this time." He nipped the tendon in her neck, drawing and sucking on the skin, the abrasion of his teeth causing a delicious friction. "I don't want to stop now, not after all of our time apart." He raised his head to look her directly in the eye, his amber eyes aglow. "I told you that I want this. I waited, everyday, until a moment like the one I have now. Ever since I met you I've been attracted to you, and… well… Dammit!" He let the word explode throughout the small space. His eyes seemed to glow even brighter in the dark. "I don't say stupid, ooshy-gooshy things like that Kagome, and I damn well ain't gonna start now!" With this said, he stared hard at her, daring her to defy him.
Reaching up, she placed her hand against his cheek. "Inuyasha, I don't want you to stop, I just don't want to do it in here." She bit back a grin as he cocked his head at her, obviously interested, delighted, but very confused. "It's not you, honestly, it's just," she waved her other hand in emphasis, "I don't want to lose my virginity here."
She watched how his face instantly changed from one of confused curiosity to one of pure, un-adultered happiness. Slipping his arm about her waist, and letting out a loud whoop, Inuyasha swung her up in his arms and slipped out of the little room. Once in the hall, he looked up and down the passageway, and finding no one, headed for the first door he could see.
Once inside, Inuyasha spotted a large desk and set Kagome down on the shining surface. Leaning down, his face just inches from hers, he flashed a cocky, devilish grin.
Kagome swallowed hard, excited and just a bit nervous of the smile Inuyasha was bestowing upon her. What was he planning?
To busy in her thoughts, she didn't realize that the half-demon was currently working on the laces that held the front of her chest. Nor did she realize just how intently he was watching her as well, looking for any sign of her disagreement. There wasn't any.
She gasped aloud as she felt his bare hand press against her chest, right above her breasts. Shifting, she looked up into his eyes, seeing them looking right back at her with great intensity. His hand hadn't moved, just sat there against her skin.
What was he waiting for?
She looked deeper into his eyes, noting the heat, the lust, and something else. There was a little flicker of hesitation…
Then realization hit her. Her eyes widened and she looked away from him, focusing her sight on the hand resting on her body.
He was waiting for her. He was waiting for the okay so that he could continue.
He was waiting for…
She raised her head once again to look at him. Reaching out, she cupped his face in her hand. "Inuyasha," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you."
It all happened then. One moment, his eyes full of hesitation and fear of rejection, turned quickly to hold a look of pure lust, passion, just for her. Only for her.
He rose then, moved to stand in front of her, his legs between hers, spreading them. As he came closer, he leaned over her, causing the girl to lean back onto the desk. Bracing himself on his forearms, one on each side of her head, he placed his face only a hair's width away from hers. She could feel his breath as it left his slightly parted lips, feel the warmth wash over her face.
He stayed that way for some time, just watching her, his amber eyes seeming to dance with ardent desire. She didn't move when he moved his hands so that they could cradle the back of her head, nor did she move when she felt his thigh move up to press against her most private area.
No, she didn't move. Felt no need to. Not until he raised his face to the sky, closed his eyes, and let out a howl, long and loud. Then, with the finishing of his cry, his mouth swooped down to once again claim her lips for his own.
His kiss was much harsher now, fierce, almost violent. He plundered her, his tongue dancing to a dangerous beat of its own. He allowed her to suckle him, but only for a bit, then he pulled away and tilted her head back with his fingers tangled in her hair. He took advantage of her position to lay claim to her neck, marking it with little bite marks.
She could no longer remain impassive, and lifted her arms to wrap tightly about his back. She ran her hands back and forth over his clothed body, scouring a path with her nails. His muscles flexed under her caresses. She felt his fingers move from their position beneath her head, then as they began fumbling with the top of her uniform as he pushed the clothing aside, barring her to his hungry gaze. He didn't waste time, but moved quickly to take her plump breasts into his hands. She arched her neck, loving the feeling of his hands on her body.
She felt her passion building as he continued to play with her chest. He plumped and fondled, molded them with his long, slender fingers. Sometimes he would push them together and up, then would bend down to kiss her cleavage. She moaned, wanting more, and gave a small shout when he drew a puckered nipple into his mouth. Using that wicked tongue God had graced him with, (really, it should've been illegal, so lethal it was), he laved her skin, then began to draw on it in rhythmic sucks.
She moved her hands to the shirt he was wearing, a plain black one used by the kitchen staff, and began to pull it up his torso. She let her touch trail over the defined muscles she felt, sighed in content of feeling his perfect body.
If only she could see more!
"You can," he said. She hadn't realized she had voiced her wants, but he pulled away and took off his shirt, then his shoes, socks, and then moved to unbutton his pants. Kagome sat up quickly, and brushing his hands away, undid the button herself. Licking her lips, she pulled the zipper down its full length, then leaned back.
He… was… gorgeous!
He stood before her, hands on hips, head held high, hair mussed, eyes fogged in passion, proud in his stature and looks. Her lips formed a small smile, loving that even in sexual tension he was still the same ole Inuyasha. He was seducing her without even trying.
She could seduce too, she thought, but with more fervor.
She placed her hands on the top of her dress, and with a sharp tug, pulled it down to pool about her waste. She knew he was watching as she swung her legs up on the surface of the desk and stretch them to their full length. She heard his breathing become sharper as she pulled her leg in to pull her first shoe off, then the second. She saw from the corner of her eyes that he had licked his lips when she had pulled her right leg up straight, toes pointing to the sky, then as she slowly lowered it back down.
She knew he was boiling over with feeling as she stood up on the desk, pushed the rest of the dress to fall to her feet. She stepped out of the pile, kicked it off of the surface, then stood, back straight, chest out, proud as well, clad only in the thigh high stockings that had come with the outfit.
His eyes had darkened considerably. His fangs had elongated to the point she could see the tips peeking out from beneath his upper lip. His tongue continually moved over his lips in an attempt to wet them.
He was on fire, he was hot, and he wanted her. Wanted her to ease the ache inside of him, ease the tightening in his balls, the throbbing in his manhood.
Moving forward he grabbed her by the waist and swung her down to pull her legs about his hips. Her legs instinctively wrapped about him, her feet locked. She looked at him with purely innocent lust, and he could see that she was trying to seduce him.
It was working.
He groaned as she began to nibble his collar bone. "Kagome, you're killing me!"
"Wouldn't want that, now, would we?" She nipped his skin, then licked it to ease the slight pain. "No, not when we've come so far. So," she added, looking up at him, "what shall we do about it?"
Turning around he lay her back against the desk top, then moved to lie over her. His body covered hers completely, nose to nose, hip to hip, legs tangled together. "Well, we could do many things to solve the problem."
Kagome wiggled her feet into the waistband of his trousers, then proceeded to push them down the length of his legs. "And whatever would that be?"
He kicked his pants from about his ankles, then spread her legs wide with his own. He brought his hands up to rub her belly, then leaned down to French kiss her navel. "I think you know, wench."
"Nope, I haven't got a clue." Her feet rubbed up and down his calves, her hands trailing over his shoulders.
"Well…" Inuyasha leaned up and placed his mouth to her ear. After a few seconds of nibbling the lobe, he lowered his voice and told her in explicit detail what she could do.
When he pulled back her face was flushed red as a cherry. "You asked," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wow," was all she could say.
"Let's see if we can make that dinky 'wow' into a 'fantastic'!" His hands moved along her legs, rubbing up and down their length until his hands came back to grip her hips. He positioned his rod at the entrance of her womanhood. He moved his fingers to stroke her, relishing in the essence that wafted up to his nose. She smelled delicious, erotic, and totally his.
She began to squirm beneath his ministrations, then squealed as he thrust a finger inside of her. "Inu-"
He shushed her, then moved his mouth so that he could lavish her breasts. He felt her relax beneath his touch, spread her thighs wider, and knew that she was ready. Moving his lips to hers, he kissed her hard, then drove himself deep into her sheath.
He felt her tense, and she gasped into his mouth as he broke through her hymen. He never let up on his kissing, however, and moved his hands up and down her legs once more.
She eased up, now used to the length and size of him. He held still.
She shifted her hips against his.
His control snapped. Thrusting his fingers into her raven hair, he kissed her hard and deep as he began to move. She moved against him, meeting every one of his thrusts. She was as caught up in the storm as he was, and he loved her all the more for it.
He loved her.
He was in love with this girl.
The realization hit him hard, and struck a chord deep inside of him. Yes, he knew now that he loved her. It made everything seem clearer now. The simple fact pushed him over the edge, and he gave into the mindless need he had been feeling for a long time now.
Kagome felt as if she were flying, soaring high above everyone else. Her excitement and passion were white hot, and she knew her climax was coming.
Just… one… more… time…
She exploded, the walls of her womanhood clamping tightly onto Inuyasha. He reeled back, placing his hands on her hips, trying to pull back. He wasn't ready to come yet, not yet! He wanted this to last.
He felt her legs tighten around him. He couldn't pull away. Her contractions were pure torture, and he felt his orgasm rip through him like lightning, his seed exploding into her.
They came down from the heights of there emotions at the same time, Inuyasha laying atop the miko, Kagome cradling the hanyou in her arms.
Everything was right in the world. She was with her lover, and she was happy.
She felt exhaustion wash over her then, and her eyes began to drift shut, the darkness beckoning. Before she succumbed to the dream world completely, though, she could have sworn she had heard Inuyasha whisper into her ear. She had felt his lips move against her skin.
She smiled softly, thinking herself a fool.
She yawned, happy, though somewhat disappointed.
There was no way Inuyasha would ever tell her he loved her.
I HAVE GIVEN YOU… LEMON!!!!! (firecrackers…fireworks…trumpets)
Now… all I have to do is think of a good ending… YEAH RIGHT!!!! I still have more lemons to give, am I right, am I right??? This one isn't enough to satisfy me, and it certainly won't satisfy my readers if I leave it to just one rousing episode. Trust me, there shall be plenty more. Oh, much, much more (maniacal laugh).
Anyways, thanks for waiting. Hope you guys are happy with the lemon I have finally given you.
Ayame: Kouga-baby, we should go make babies!
Kouga: No way in Hell! Never, ever with you! Why are you still here? Why can't you just leave me alone and... Wait! 'Kouga-baby'?
Ayame: It's my pet name for you, Kouga-baby. Don't you like it?
Kouga: No, it's embarrassing.
Ayame: (thinking) Oh, you're absolutely right! When we have kids, we'll have a son and name him Kouga, then that can be his nickname!
Kouga: Right! When we have a son we can… NO! No that's not what I meant. (pause) Ayame? Hey! Are you listening to me?
Ayame: (sparkles in her eyes) We can have 6 of them, no 8, no 10! Five girls, five boys! They'll have dark hair and big blue eyes and beautiful, soft tails just like their daddy!
Kouga: Ayame… (snapping fingers in her face) Hellooo? Ayame!
Ayame: (making a list) We'll need cradles, blankets, nappies…