Inuyasha palms Kagome's face, gently stroking her cheek, gripping her eyes with his. He had missed her indeed. And now...he knows the truth...
He strokes her hair with his free hand, reveling in the silky feel of it, marveling at her beauty.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, he leans in to touch his lips to hers. The contact is electric. The kiss is sweet, tender, soft—more than magical. Kagome is breathless.
Inuyasha breaks from the kiss momentarily to look into her eyes. He finds them springs of affection, wonder, and want. His mind reels in disbelief. This is a dream he is pursuing. He bends his head for another kiss, this time tentatively flicking his tongue across her bottom lip. A sharp intake of breath signifies her pleasured surprise. He smiles into the kiss.
After a few moments of savoring Kagome's lips, he ventures inside—to a warm, wet, and inviting paradise. Kagome shyly moves her tongue about to waltz with his, and moans into his mouth. The hanyou reciprocates with an approving groan of his own.
The kiss becomes more and more passionate as one very long year of imprisoned emotions and locked-up longing come to the forefront. Inuyasha's arms snake around Kagome for his hands to stroke her back. Just this simple touch and tasting her mouth is enough to send him skyrocketing upward, in both body and spirit.
Kagome straddles the rock she's sitting on to allow Inuyasha to move closer in. Seizing the prompt, he moves forward. Finding the rock to be blocking full access to her body, he instead opts to pull Kagome to him. She breaks their kiss to gasp as her center comes into contact with his stomach. The sound she makes evokes an unconscious growl in the hanyou, who quickly reclaims the miko's mouth. He is just as keenly aware of where their bodies are touching as she is, and the thought drives him wild with desire. A little nervous, Kagome tentatively reaches around her man to rub his back as he is hers. She marvels at the feel of his bare skin--and at being free to touch him so affectionately. This is far more intimate contact than she's ever had bandaging his wounds.
Becoming braver by the moment, she ventures to touch his chest, tracing the outline of his bandage with one hand and exploring his abdomen with the other. She's drunk with passion and emotion.
Finally, finally, she can touch him—the man she loves—in the tender way she's always wanted to. She is finally free to be as close to him as she pleases.
Kagome's hands exploring his torso sends Inuyasha even higher. He is awed by the reality of all that that is happening. Nothing could be more wonderful.
His hands slide up Kagome's back, slip across her shoulders, then trail slowly down her arms. She shivers in response.
Inuyasha finally releases Kagome from his liplock to begin dotting her neck with butterfly kisses. Kagome purrs with delight, encouraging the half-demon. Emboldened, he begins to suckle and nip at her neck. Kagome mews her enjoyment of this treatment. Her body becomes limp in his arms as the ability to maintain coherent thoughts wanes. She knows only sensation—and love. She wants nothing more than to be one with Inuyasha, to be his lover, to make him hers...to experience the pleasure of his touch all over her body, and to give him pleasure in return.
As if reading her foggy mind, Inuyasha ventures down Kagome's sides with his inexperienced yet adept hands, brushing her breasts with his thumbs. Kagome's breath catches as if in pain. The hanyou grins into the miko's neck, knowing it was not pain that evoked the noise. Taking her response as permission to proceed further, Inuyasha boldly slides his hands over each rise, from top to bottom, then again in the opposite direction—eliciting a loud moan from Kagome, dizzy with delight.
He drops his hands to Kagome's knees, adoring the smoothness of her skin as he slides them all the way up to the hip joint beneath her tiny skirt. A squeak greets his ears—and is quite welcomed. His ego gets a boost with each noise she makes from his attentions to her, and heightens his own pleasure.
His wandering hands then cease their leg exploration to take hold of the bottom of Kagome's shirt—and lift it up. A pliant Kagome instantly responds with raised arms, allowing quick removal of the garment. His eyes fall to her breasts, encased in the strange contraption she always wore.
He allows himself a moment to take in the sight before finally dispensing with the cloth with one carefully-utilized claw. His eyes dance at the vision before him. His hands immediately engulf both breasts, massaging them gingerly, paying special attention to the buds atop them. Kagome hums softly, her eyes closing.
She whimpers when Inuyasha's touch disappears. But it is only for a moment, for his hands are quickly replaced with his mouth. "Inuyasha..." she mutters breathlessly, unaware that she has even spoken. This excites him beyond belief. "Oh, Kagome," he rumbles huskily into her body.
Timid though she is, Kagome decides to take some initiative herself. She wraps her arms around Inuyasha's neck, pulling him closer to her and taking him with her as she lies back on the large flat rock beneath her. Inuyasha's bare chest makes contact with Kagome's, as their smoky eyes meet, sending them both into a dizzying upward spiral of passion. Breath comes in pants for each of them as they enjoy simply taking one another in. Their eyelock unbroken, Inuyasha uses one arm to support his weight while the other finds the hem of her skirt. His eyes look into hers for confirmation that this is what she wants as well. A sweet smile gives him his answer. Kagome lifts her hips off the rock, and with one tug, the article of clothing is a fading memory on the floor of the cave.
Kagome had long dreamed of this moment--yet she had always feared she would be self-conscious when the time came. Now, in the moment, the dream becoming reality—she finds her fears unfounded. She delights in Inuyasha's touch and appreciative stares--there was simply no room for shame when giving this, the most precious of gifts, to the man she loves.
Inuyasha's self-doubt is set aside in the wonder of the moment as well--he is too infatuated with Kagome's perfect touch to find discomfort with his own body—and he was in awe of hers. Perfect in every way, even in its little imperfections. He was starstruck by the reality that one so beautiful, sweet, trusting--so everything good--was giving herself to him. That thought protruded into his mind more and more, and he began to worry if he was wrong for taking this.
But she wanted this—needed it. She had waited what seemed a lifetime for this embrace. She would not let anything get in the way now. Not her own doubts, nor his. Not even any teachings from her own time that would tell her she was committing a terrible sin--because her heart told her this was right. And that is the only voice she will heed tonight—other than Inuyasha's.
Pushing all negative thoughts aside, Inuyasha resumes suckling at Kagome's left breast, trailing his right hand down her body slowly. She arches to meet his touch.
She gasps when a finger draws down her lacy panties. She responds by lifting her hips off the rock again, a plea for removal of the barrier. Inuyasha is quick to comply. With the efficient tug of one stealthy finger, the panties flutter to the ground. The helpful digit then finds it way back to her center. She gasps again when his finger strokes between her folds in a licking motion, spreading fire in its wake. He increases his speed, making Kagome squirm and moan beneath him. Then he slips the finger inside her. He hears a sharp intake of breath followed by the longest moan he's heard yet. A slightly smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth at eliciting such a reaction to his ministrations. All doubt and guilt evaporate completely.
Her body is incredible. The feel of her—and the sounds of her—are driving him ever upward.
Kagome is ever climbing to an ethereal dimension. Inuyasha is driving sensations through her so extreme that they bring her to the brink of her sanity.
Wanting to return the favor, Kagome reaches a shaky hand between their bodies to touch the steel behind Inuyasha's hakama. Now it's his turn to gasp and moan. He rumbles from deep within his chest. Kagome smiles at the reaction she evoked in her hanyou as she ministers to his body's salute. Growing ever more anxious and bold, she releases the garment from its bonds. It loosens and falls lower, but pleads for help to come off entirely. Kagome wastes no time in offering her services. In a moment, Inuyasha's hakama is a heap around his ankles, which he quickly kicks off. He stands before his woman completely bare. Kagome's dusky eyes fall to his member as her delicate fingers wrap around him. Inuyasha growls intensely, low in his throat. The feeling is sublime, beyond enticing—simply unimaginable. She strokes him gently, watching his eyes fill with delight and desire at her touch. An upswell of warmth begins in her stomach, and she finds herself wanting even more of him.
She halts her motions, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Her mind vaguely recognizes that the next step is unalterable—and she finds herself hesitating even as he positions himself to take it.
Looking into his loving, questioning eyes, she realizes that she loves him with all her might, with all her strength, with all her heart and soul—and all that is left is to love him with her body. With that thought, she releases all doubt and submits to him fully.
Inuyasha, seeing the permission in her eyes, slides into her body with ease. Kagome winces at the winking pain that blows away like the wind. All that is left is pure pleasure, and the warmth of love. The feeling of being so close, so complete, like their souls were united—it's simply breathtaking. Tears of love and joy begin to form in Kagome's eyes as he begins to slowly thrust forward and back.
Inuyasha is afloat on a sea of sensation. The woman he loves is in his arms, in the most intimate way possible. The feeling is indescribable.
Waves of pleasure cascade over them both with each rocking motion. Inuyasha slides his hands up Kagome's arms, placing them gently over her head, entwining his fingers with hers. His eyes seek trust—and find it in hers. They cling to one another in a desperation neither has ever known.
Inuyasha's mouth then finds Kagome's breasts again, and takes turns bathing each beaded peak with his tongue. Kagome begins to softly chant his name, bringing Inuyasha closer to the brink. He murmurs her name into her breasts in reply.
The sensations continue to rise, each taking pleasure in the other's as well as their own, until finally the ocean they have created drowns them both in complete release. Inuyasha wraps his arms around Kagome, turning them both over, resting her atop his chest. She's a perfect fit there. She belongs there. They both feel it.
He gently strokes her back as she absently trails her nails down his side. Surely, this is heaven.
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A/N: I really, truly hope with all my might that you folks enjoyed this difficult-to-write scene. I worked very hard on it, trying to make it as loving and tasteful as possible. Please review and tell me how I did! Don't make me beg! :) And, as always, thanks go to Brakken for her constant redirect when I go astray in my writing. She's a terrific beta!
Also, some might complain about Kagome's age in this fic, but really, I consider her a young adult. She faces death and demons on a daily basis—that'll grow you up fast if anything will! And I'm a firm believer in young true love. My mother fell in love with my father when she was 16 and they're still together after 36 years! I feel the love is real here, and tried to show it with my writing. I hope I've been successful. Review please, even if you hate it! :)