Disclaimer: Who do I own? I own Rhiodoru, Masaka, Akika, Shinobu, Mutsu, Isao, Zaniistar, Karameida, and Miyuki. Who don't I own? Everyone else . . . They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Too bad . . .

ATTENTION READERS: This story is rated R for language, violence, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

- - - Caution: Um . . . Lime? - - -

( " " talking, italics thinking )

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Interruption (Part I)

Kagome stepped out of the bathtub. It had been a wonderfully delicious bath. The dragons had somehow rigged it so that the pump brought in water directly from a hot spring deep beneath the mountain. It had been luxurious. Even with Inuyasha's little interruption. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

He deserved it! She told herself fiercely. He walked in on me! It doesn't matter if we kissed once! He had no right!

No matter how often she told herself this, she still felt bad. He had finally started to feel better, and what had she done? She'd used the sit command on him. She had been so furious and embarrassed that she hadn't thought about the stone floor. Crashing face first into a stone floor was much different – and much more painful – than the dirt ground as was typical when she used the command. She wanted to hit herself. How could she have been so stupid, so cruel, so insensitive? Poor Inuyasha. Her sympathy faded slightly as she recalled his request for a kiss to make him feel better. She desperately wished she had had the courage to give a real kiss like the last one. She wanted to swoon just thinking about it. She had never thought that anything could feel that good.

Once she finished towel drying her hair, Kagome put on the bath robe, tying it closed. It was fluffy and comfortable, although slightly too big. The sleeves, meant to be three-quarter length, hung to her wrists. It was just long enough to cover her knees. Grabbing her rather dirty clothes, she made her way out of the bathroom, wondering if there was someway for her to wash her clothes. She really didn't want to do it in the bathroom, but she couldn't go around wearing nothing but a robe.

Walking into the main room, she discovered Inuyasha asleep on the bed. He was sprawled on top of the blankets, lying on his back. The silky, khaki-coloured pants that Zaniistar had procured for the hanyou gleamed faintly in the glow from the light orbs that were situated conveniently around the room. While he had slept earlier, she had been tempted to sleep in the bed beside him, but decided it was probably better just to curl up in one of the squashy arm chairs. It had been just as comfy as the bed.

Kagome put her clothes on the table and wandered over to stand beside the bed. She watched Inuyasha's peaceful face as he slept. He looked so cute when he was asleep. So calm and serene. Her eyes wandered from his face to his bare chest. She had seen him shirtless many times before when she had had to dress his frequent wounds, but until now she had never really appreciated just how fine he looked. The sight of his well muscled chest, the faint outline of his abs, his smooth skin, ignited a strange longing in her.

Before she had a chance to think about it, she kneeled on the edge of the bed. Holding herself up with one hand, she reached over and laid her fingertips on his shoulder. He didn't even stir. She traced his collar bone. A tingle ran through her, a stirring of desire. She then ran her hand down his chest. Her belly seemed to catch fire with longing, the heat spreading through her entire body. Just as she began exploring the smooth bumps and curves of his abs, she felt a hand on her bare thigh, just above her knee.

She looked up into Inuyasha amused eyes. He was awake. Blushing deeply, she started to stutter, unable to think of anything to say to justify her actions.

The wicked smile bloomed once more.

"That's twice now."

Kagome blinked at him in confusion.

"What?"

He reached up with his other hand and ran his fingers down the side of her face. He traced her jaw line then ran his fingertips over her lips. Her entire body shivered in delight. Then she realized that he had just done the exact same thing to her that she had done to him the morning after he had healed Masaka's mind.

"You were awake the whole time!" She gasped, indignant and horrified at the same time. His smile grew, his eyes dancing with laughter.

"And don't think you're going to get away with it either."

"What do you mean?" The hand on her thigh began to rub up and down. She thought she would die with pleasure as her whole body seemed to melt and burn all at once from his touch.

"You can't go around feeling people while they sleep, you know. You'll have to be punished."

"Oh really."

The hanyou smiled mischievously. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down. She tipped over, landing on her back on the other side of the bed from where she had been kneeling, her side against Inuyasha's, his arm across her stomach. He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her, his eyes sparkling, burning, glowing.

Kagome suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a rather skimpy robe, while Inuyasha wore nothing but a pair of thin pants. She then realized that she didn't care at all. In fact, she was excited by it.

She reached up with one hand and stroked his cheek.

"And what kind of punishment were you planning on, Inuyasha?" She asked teasingly.

"Oh, nothing you would enjoy." He mumbled as he nuzzled her hand. One of his hands tangled in her still-damp hair. His other hand on her waist slid up her arm to hold her hand against his mouth. He kissed her palm then her wrist, working his way down her arm, nudging her sleeve down with his nose. Kagome moaned in pleasure, delicious tingles running down her arm and through her spine. Fire ignited within her. When he reached her shoulder, the sleeve wouldn't push down anymore. Leaning down over her, he slid his arm underneath her, the other still holding her arm. He nuzzled her cheek, adding little kisses as he moved toward her lips.

Kagome whimpered with longing, aching for him to kiss her on the mouth. His hand slid down her arm back to her waist, moving it slowly down, gently exploring. She suddenly wished that there was no material between her and his hand. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. Inuyasha's mouth was suddenly over hers. He kissed her deeply. Kagome's head spun, her whole being filling with desire. Fire engulfed her, enveloped her, consumed her.

She felt Inuyasha's tongue slide under her lips, running along her teeth, prompting her to open her mouth. She did. Inuyasha's tongue explored her mouth. It was rapture. Kagome tentatively slid her tongue into his mouth, daring to do what he did to her. He moaned with pleasure, deepening the kiss more. Just when Kagome thought she would faint, her head spinning, Inuyasha pulled back, gasping for air. She longed for more. She longed for him, all of him.

He trailed kisses down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat. Kagome panted at the feel of him. She felt Inuyasha's hand slide up her bare thigh. He rubbed the outside of her leg, sending delightful shivers through her body. She was dying from pleasure, yet she had never felt so alive. Fire raged though her, life and death, pain and pleasure, rapture and torture. Pleasure warred with longing, mixing and merging, creating a pleasure of its own. She reached up and ran her hands over his chest, feeling him in a way that she never had before. She couldn't stop. She needed him, needed to touch him. He growled in pleasure against her neck.

He leaned down on her, his other hand sliding down her neck under the back of her robe, pushing it down off her shoulders. She suddenly felt his mouth on her breast. She moaned as she grabbed his hair, holding on for dear life. His lips and tongue massaged her skin, his hands caressing her. The fire swirled through her, burning, consuming, and always building. It was ecstasy. Desire tore through her. She gasped, she panted, she moaned. Never had she felt anything so wonderful, so exotic, so erotic. She could feel the heat of his body against her, his weight on her. She groaned, arching her back and pressing herself harder against him, wanting him, needing him. Inuyasha gasped, and again his mouth sought hers in a kiss more passionate than the last.

And then someone knocked on the door.

Inuyasha's head jerked up, his ears turning to the door. He panted heavily as they both froze, waiting, watching the door. The knock came again. Inuyasha swore violently. He turned to look at Kagome, lust burning in his eyes.

"I think we should ignore it."

His voice spoke into her mind. Kagome wanted to melt as his love and lust filled her mind along with his voice and presence. The fire of his lust joined with hers, mixing, blending, merging. She realized just how much he wanted her, needed her. How he longed for her. She could feel it. And she realized that she felt the same.

She pulled his head down to hers in unspoken agreement. His lips brushed hers, his hand slid farther up her thigh. He ran his tongue over her lips as she opened her mouth in desperate anticipation.

The knock came again, this time accompanied by a voice.

"Kagome! Inuyasha! Open the door! We're not going to wait all day! Inuyasha's had enough sleep!"

Kagome couldn't recognize the muffled voice through the door, but Inuyasha's mind told her it was Miroku's. Kagome heard Inuyasha angrily think that Miroku kept interrupting them on purpose to get the hanyou back for interfering in the monk's womanizing all the time.

"Come on! Open up!"

Kagome had only a moment to hear Inuyasha think that that was Sango. Then he abruptly threw himself off her, swearing viciously. He flung himself on the bed beside her, burying his face in a pillow, still swearing vehemently. He was not pleased at the interruption, to say the least.

The knocking didn't stop, nor the commands to open the door. Kagome sighed, sitting up. The fire and desire faded, the lust dissipating. Inuyasha, his cursing now muffled by the pillow, seemed to have no intentions of opening the door. That was probably for the best, because in his present mood, he would probably rip the door down before attacking the first person he saw. Kagome climbed over Inuyasha onto the floor. Pulling her robe shut again, she knelt down beside Inuyasha, reaching over to stroke one of his ears.

"Calm down, Inuyasha." She whispered intimately in his ear, somewhat shocked at her own audacity. "There's always later."

He instantly halted his profanity and turned his head to side, peering at her with one golden eye. Seeing that she meant it and wasn't teasing him, he rolled over on his back and smiled a heart-stopping smile.

"Later." He murmured in agreement, his eyes dancing with love, amusement, and the shadow of his lust. Then he scowled, his eyes now flashing with anger instead of laughter as the pounding on the door continued unabated.

"All right! I'm coming! Knock it off already!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. She doubted that there was any way the others could have missed the tone of furious anger in his voice. Her suspicions confirmed, the pounding stopped immediately, and only a half-hearted "hurry up" to end the yelling.

Kagome smiled fondly at her hanyou.

"Please don't hurt them too badly, Inuyasha. They really don't know that they were interrupting anything." Her voice turned stern. "I would prefer to keep it that way."

Inuyasha nodded in understanding as he sat up. Kagome did not want to have to deal with speculative and knowing looks from the others, or more lectures on the down-points of sex. She had not slept with Inuyasha, but no amount of fast talking or clever words would convince them of the truth. That discussion, especially with a philandering lecher like Miroku, was not only embarrassing but pointless. She already knew everything that they could tell her. And anything she didn't know, especially what Miroku had tried to tell her before, she didn't want to know.

Rising to her feet, she started for the door with a sigh.

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A/N:

I have no idea how to classify limes and the like, so if my warning was unnecessary, or not enough, sorry . . .

And, just so you all know, there will be NO lemons in this story.