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Chapter 15

Kagome sighed, snuggling into Inuyasha's side and pulling his lightweight blanket up further as a breeze washed over them on his porch. She felt his fingers work their way through her hair, absently playing with her silken strands as he read a news article on his phone. She put down the book she had brought with her and gazed up at the left side of his face, now bathed in warm oranges as the sun set in the distance.

It looked a lot better than it had a week ago. Now, his skin was a sickly yellow and green instead of the deep purples and blacks it had been. His lip was still swollen, but not swollen enough that he was letting it keep him from kissing her...Which he had made abundantly clear when she had arrived earlier that night.

The last week had been...hard.

After she had convinced him to shower with her after the "volleyball incident", she had only been able to spend a few more hours with him before she had been kicked out. She had to work the next day, and she had already cashed in so many favors with Jak that she couldn't swing another shift change. Inuyasha had then asked Miroku to take her home since she didn't have a car...and she was livid.

She had ranted and raved the whole way back to her grandparents and besmirched his name more than once...until, finally, Miroku snapped and told her to just stop.

Inuyasha was putting her and her needs above his own...even now, when he was hurt as badly as he was.

Inuyasha knew what this job meant to her. He knew how much trouble she would be in if she flaked. He was doing his best to take care of her and do what was best for her. Miroku liked and respected that, and he reassured her that he would look after the man when he got back.

Kagome had silently seethed at that until after Miroku had left...then, she had started to calm down enough to see that Miroku actually liked Inuyasha now. If he was defending her boyfriend to her instead of jumping on the shit-venting train, then that meant that Miroku approved.

She couldn't help but wonder what had done it while she was laying in bed that night. Was it taking her to the doctor's office? Or was it that he had convinced her to make up with him? Or that he had thrown her out to send her home for work? Or all of it? Or something else?

Then, she decided it didn't really matter. The important thing was he finally liked him. And as much as she hated to admit it...Miroku was right.

Inuyasha wasn't kicking her out to sleep with someone else or cheat on her. Hell, he probably wanted her to stay as much as she wanted to. He just wasn't letting it show because it would be that much harder to get rid of her.

With that thought in mind, she had proceeded to Facetime with Inuyasha and stayed with him from afar until they fell asleep...which they had started to do every night for the past week.

The next day, she felt like she was a day trader working on Wall Street. She had bargained and pleaded with her coworkers to change her schedule around until she had Friday afternoon and night, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday morning off. She pulled out every card and favor she had and tried to look as pitiful as she could, explaining to them what had happened to Inuyasha and weaseling her way into being able to go to him again for an extended period of time.

She knew that they were going to get tired of her doing this, but she didn't give a flying fuck at the moment...and could they really complain when she willingly snatched up everyone's late shift? No one liked closing.

No one.

As far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered was him...and he needed her, so she was going to do whatever the fuck it took to get to him.

To top off her already stressful week, she broke down and told her grandparents and her father that they were dating.

Her grandparents were thrilled - it wasn't a secret that they loved Inuyasha, and her grandmother had commented a few times on how handsome and goodhearted he was. It was all grandmother code for "what is wrong with you, why aren't you pursuing him?"

Now that she had told them they were dating, her grandmother didn't even bother with code. She had told her point blank that it was about time she found her common sense, and wanted to know when he was coming back over for dinner.

Her father, on the other hand...that had gone...as well as could be expected.

He wasn't happy about her choice - not even a little. And he wasn't shy about letting her know that, too. Afterall, she hardly knew him. What if he was just using her? What did she really know about him? How trustworthy was his "story"?

She knew her mother had tried to help calm him where she could, but it had been her grandfather who told her father to "get off of her back and let her be young" because "the boy is a perfect gentleman".

Said boy's week hadn't been much better.

Apparently, Koga was stalking him and constantly begging him for forgiveness and trying to convince him to convince her to forgive him.

Like.

Hell.

She knew she would eventually talk to him again, but that would be long after Inuyasha's face had healed...which it still clearly wasn't.

Inuyasha had also been grounded for the last week due to his injuries. Apparently, flying at g-forces with bruises all over your face wasn't the wisest life choice. That had only lead to him needing to find a punching bag to take his frustrations out on, and a new gym membership that he was at least happy with at this point.

Inuyasha glanced over at her, and a slow flirtatious and smirk spread over his face when he caught her staring at him.

"Can I help you with something, Higurashi?"

"Nope. I can help myself," she replied, sitting up and arching her back as she stretched, raising her arms above her head. She internally smiled at the way his eyes roamed up her body at the movement, and she inched down towards the end of the couch.

"Why don't you put your feet up and lay down?" she asked, and he shot her a suspicious look.

"Why don't you tell me why you want me to do that?"

"Because I want to cuddle with you - is that suddenly a crime?"

"The worst kind there is," he teased, lifting his legs and laying down on the couch. She immediately crawled up his body and rested her head on his chest. She could feel the ridges of his dog tags beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and she pushed herself back up to fish them out.

She ran her thumb over the embossed nickel, feeling the bumps of his name as she moved across that top line.

His hand came up to take her hand as it played with his tags, and his thumb rubbed her knuckles. He lifted her hand up and tenderly pressed a gentle kiss to her wrist before smoothing her palm across his uninjured cheek and holding it there with his much larger one.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice taking on a slight gravelly edge due to the angle he was bent into.

"Hey," she smiled back, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his swollen lips.

A silly grin broke out across his face when she pulled away, and he tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" he asked, and she laced her fingers together on his chest and propped her chin onto them as she hummed in thought.

"You know...I haven't the foggiest idea what I want to do," she admitted, and he chuckled throatily.

"You worked your ass off all week to come and see me for basically three full days...and you don't know what you want to do?"

"I know some of what I want to do," she replied, wagging her eyebrows and causing him to bark out another laugh.

"Yeah...I plan on doing that, too," he promised with a smirk, his eyes heating at the thought. He swore he could taste her excitement on his lips and feel her tight heat clamping down around his cock. He needed to tell himself to calm down - they weren't doing that right now. He wanted to make plans and go on an actual date with her. He didn't want everything to be about fulfilling their carnal urges...although that had been fun so far.

"I want to go out with you. I want to do something outside of the walls of my apartment. I want to know what you'd like to do," he admitted quietly.

"Hmm...well...there's a farmer's market we can hit that's an easy walk. I'm pretty sure Sango is coming tomorrow, so we could double date at night? There's a greasy little dive bar that we know of with the best burgers and karaoke, and tomorrow is half-off pitchers! Or...we could do mini golf or bowling or go to the boardwalk...does anything sound good to you?" she rambled.

"We can do all of it. And if we can't...we have the rest of the summer," he smiled as he cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes at the reminder. He made it sound like they actually had a whole summer together. Really, they just had another month until she was gone. That was only a handful of weekends.

She swallowed the sudden lump that had appeared in her throat and did her best to shoot him a winning smile.

"Yeah. We can," she agreed, lifting her chin and smoothing his longer locks into place. She moved her fingers to the side of his head above his ears and noticed that the texture was no longer velvety, and she could almost run her fingers through it.

"Your hair is starting to get pretty long, you know," she commented, and he shrugged.

"Yeah...I do. I just haven't wanted to deal with it," he admitted. "Why? Do you hate it?"

"No," she breathed. She really didn't. She liked him with longer hair, and she told him as much. It seemed to suit him more, not that there was anything particularly wrong with his standard Navy cut. They had such strict rules about grooming...it was kind of a wonder he hadn't gotten in trouble.

"Well, I'm probably going to go get it cut after you leave on Monday, so enjoy it while you can."

"Or I can cut it," she offered, and he raised a brow at that.

"You?"

"Yeah, why not?" she shrugged, and his grin widened as his eyes danced with amusement.

"Because I'm not so sure you have the fineness to do it. When I met you, you were wearing that cast..."

"That has nothing to do with cutting hair!"

"Yeah, but I don't think I want to buzz it all off either," he teased, and she scowled at him.

"For your information...I used to cut Miroku's hair all the time, and he looks great."

"You and I have varying opinions on what 'great' means."

"Not funny!" she scolded as she started to push away from him, but he caught her wrists and pulled her back down.

"Hey...I'm kidding. It's only hair. I'd love for you to give it a go. It would save me a whole lot of effort, and I'm sure you can do a good job."

"Really?" she asked suspiciously.

"Really," he promised, bringing a captured hand up to his lips. He gently grazed them against her knuckles, ghosting a light kiss to each one before moving on to her fingertips. His lips fluttered across them like a butterfly's wings before he trailed them down to her palm and the base of her wrist.

He faintly heard her breath catch at the action, and he internally smirked.

So she liked that, huh?

He released the first hand and found the second, treating it the same way as the other. A wicked thought entered his mind and he pulled a fingertip between his lips, giving it a firm suck. He was almost instantly rewarded when her eyes darkened with want as his tongue began to move over her flesh.

He could only imagine that she was thinking of his tongue doing the same thing in other far more sensitive places on her body. He felt his cock twitch at the imagery and moaned. That sent vibrations through her digit, and she bit her lip in response to the sensation. That only drew his attention to them, and he had never felt more desperate to kiss her than he did then.

He released her finger with a wet pop and his hand tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, guiding her lips down to his. He sighed in contentment and want at the contact.

God, he loved kissing her.

She was always so responsive and appreciative of what he did to her...and she wasn't afraid to dominate him, too. He felt her teeth scrape against the thickness of his lip, and he moaned in both pleasure and pain. She immediately pulled back at the sound, her brows moving up and together in concern.

"Are you ok?"

"I'll be better when you kiss me again," he replied nonchalantly, and her expression melted from concern to relief. She tilted her head back down to his, ghosting her lips against his.

"Like that?" she whispered, her eyes filled with humor and her voice laced with teasing.

"Nope."

"What about this?" she asked, placing a quick peck at the corner of his lips.

"Not even close," he replied, wrinkling his nose.

"Oh, so you mean like this," she replied with a smirk, latching onto his bottom lip and gently sucking on it.

Her fingers came up to scrape his scalp by his ears, and he felt her forearms rest against his chest as she held herself up. Her tongue prodded his lips and he parted them, allowing her to deepen it. He moaned at the new sensations and felt his cock start to harden. His ears caught the sounds of their lips moving together, and he sighed in disappointment when she pulled away from him and sat up over his crotch.

"Yeah," he panted, giving her a goofy grin. "Like that."

"Glad I could help," she smirked, rotating her hips above him and making him groan. "Is there anything else I can help you with? While I'm here and all..."

His eyes darkened at her offer and he moved his hands to her hips, grabbing a hold of them and bringing them back down to his as he thrusted his hardness up to grind against her core.

"Yeah. I can think of a thing or two."

She giggled and bent down to kiss him again, moving her hands to the lime green couch cushion. She placed one on either side of his head, and her hair fell down around them and blocked the outside world from view. She had effectively trapped him in a cage of her own making, and he was more than happy to be her only prisoner...especially when the warden had such talented lips that she constantly used on him. He couldn't say he minded at all.

He slowly moved his hands up from her hips as she continued to kiss him, moving her tongue against his and nipping his flesh when she could. He continued his path upwards, splaying his hands along her sides and feeling her tremble under his touch. He had thought that he had tickled her for a moment, but he dismissed that thought as soon as he had it when she moaned against him.

He internally smirked and continued to drag his hands up over her ribs. He stopped right when his index finger was millimeters away from grazing her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Instead of zeroing in on his highly desired prize, he began to rub his thumb in slow circles across her ribs. He continued the movement for a moment more before she broke away from him and rested her forehead against his and grabbed his left hand. She moved it up to her breast and breathed out, "You're such a tease," before pulling away to claim his lips once more.

He chuckled throatily into their kiss before moaning as she intensified it, finally cupping her breast. He loved the feel of her in his hand and simply held it for a moment, enjoying its fullness before he gave it a gentle squeeze.

He felt her break away from him when he did that and her lips moved to his jaw line, pressing kisses to the skin there as she moved towards his ear. He felt her teeth nipping and scraping against him in the most delightful way, and his fingers fanned out across her breast as she gently bit his lobe. He could feel his breath coming out in puffs as her hips ground into his and she continued to work her mouth against his.

Not one to let her have all the fun, he moved his middle and index finger together and caught her nipple between them, giving it a light pinch. He felt it pebble almost instantly, and he moved it up and down between his fingers. He heard her breathing increase, and he moved his index finger over the tip once in a gentle caress.

"Inuyasha…" she moaned as he suddenly moved his hand away from her. "Why did you stop?"

"So I could do this," he replied heatedly, moving his hand up under her shirt and pulling her bra cup down over her left breast. Now that it was exposed to his touch, even if not his gaze...he cupped it again and rolled his thumb over the hardened peak.

"Yash," she breathed again as he moved it back between his index and middle finger, treating it the way he had a moment before on the outside of her shirt.

She finally pushed away from him and dislodged his hand, and he raised his brow in a silent question at the move.

She chose to not respond to him verbally and instead just smirked at him, lifting her shirt over her head and dropping it down to the side of the couch. She was quite a picture, sitting over his hardness with one breast out and a bra strap falling down her arm. She didn't stay like that for long, though. Her bra soon joined her shirt on the floor.

Once she was done, he sat back up and moved a hand to her underarm to keep her in place as his lips descended on her newly exposed breast. He pulled her previously ignored nipple into his mouth and gave it a firm suck before flicking his tongue against it. He moved in languid circles around her areola before zeroing back in on her nipple. He loved feeling the puckered texture with his tongue, and pulled away from it to admire his handiwork.

Perfect.

She was perfect.

He gently blew air onto her wet tip, and she shivered immediately in response.

He loved her every reaction - her moans, her shivers...and especially when she bit her lip to try and keep quiet.

He leaned forward again and pressed a wet kiss to the valley between her breast, and they gently caressed his cheeks as he did so.

He looked back up at her flushed face when he pulled away and removed his shirt. His dog tags swayed against his skin at the movement and glinted in the fading light.

"Touch them," he requested, and smirked when her face darkened further. "I want to watch you touch them," he explained when she bit the inside of her lip in embarrassment, but she nodded nonetheless.

Her hands moved up to cup her breasts, and his eyes darkened when her thumbs ghosted over her nipples. She pinched them, rolled her fingers over them, raised them up slightly only to release them...

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, and he nodded as he cupped her cheek and moved down to capture her lips in a smoldering kiss.

"Yes," he breathed against her, his lips brushing against hers. "It is."

"You really like to watch," she observed, and he blushed.

"I guess it comes from years of not being able to actually touch," he replied, thinking of his time with Kikyo.

"You can touch now," she reminded him.

"And I love every second of it," he replied. "Right now, I want to touch something else, though."

"Yeah?"

"Stand up," he nodded as the sun finally disappeared behind them, bathing them in darkness.

She obeyed and stood up from the wicker couch, and it squeaked as she lessened its load. He immediately crawled after her, kneeling before her and reaching for her pants. She backed away from him before he could grab ahold of her and he scooted closer, reaching out again. She moved away and he glanced up to ask her what she was doing, and that's when he saw the twinkle in her eyes.

She wanted to play.

He could play.

He could definitely play.

He smirked and crawled preditorialy towards her as she continued to back away from him. She suddenly turned around and ran towards the door, but he sprang up and caught her and pushed her against the wall before she could make it.

"Going somewhere?" he asked hotly against her ear, the skin of his chest rubbing against her exposed back.

"Inside?"

"Why?" he asked, moving her hair away from her neck and pressing kisses under her ear.

"That's where the bed is?"

"You don't know where the bed is?" he chuckled at the question, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

"I know where it is," she replied, her breath catching in her throat as his lips found her pulse point.

"And that's where you want to do this?" he asked, nipping at the juncture of her neck.

"Yes?"

"You don't sound so sure," he observed, his hands massaging her hips.

"I don't?" she sighed, arching her back and tilting her head to the side to grant him further access.

"You don't," he confirmed, his hands moving over her waistband to the front of her pants.

"Oh."

"How about we play a game?" he asked, toying with the button keeping her pants closed.

"A game?"

"Mhm," he purred, undoing the button. "It's easy. I'm going to try and make you cum. If I can't do it within the next five minutes, we go inside and have traditional missionary sex on the bed. If I can, I take you right here against this wall."

"You have a gift for coming up with the most interesting games. You could make a killing at Mattel."

"I don't think they'd like my games," he chuckled, undoing the zipper on her pants and pushing them down her hips.

"That's a shame. I had a great time the last time I played one."

"I remember," he replied, nibbling on her earlobe before turning her around and kissing her lips before trailing them down to her clavicle.

Her loved the taste of her skin and the feel of it against his lips - slightly salty, but oh so sweet and soft.

He was pretty sure he was going to become addicted to her.

He trailed his lips further down to her breasts, lapping at them until they puckered before moving underneath them. He gave them a long, slow lick from the underside...up over her nipple...to the top of her mounds. He rounded it out by moving back to the valley between her breasts and pressing hot kisses down her stomach and over her thighs, skipping over her center.

He nipped her thighs and soothed the bites with more kisses, and he could feel her start to tremble. He couldn't decide if it was from anticipation or need. Either way, it made him smile as he gave her thigh a long, vertical lick.

"Wh-when does that time start?" she asked shakily.

"Now?" he replied, pushing her thighs further apart. He was about to zero in on the prize he had just revealed when she interrupted him again.

"Timer?"

He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, setting the timer. Done. He parted her thighs again and shoved his face between them as he spread her apart. He smirked at how she glistened in the dim light and gave her clit a firm suck, making her breath catch. He internally purred at the sound and gave it a flick with his tongue.

He loved the taste of a woman on his lips...but he loved her taste in particular. While she was musky, there was also an underlying tang that he couldn't get enough of. It was the most erotic and delicious taste he had ever had, and he loved getting to sample it whenever he could.

He heard her gasp as he thrust his tongue up into her, and he chuckled at the sound.

She liked it.

He moved his tongue in and out of her a few more times, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could before he moved back up towards her clit.

He gave it a firm flick before he pulled back and lifted her leg up over his shoulder like he had last week in the elevator.

He groaned at the reminder, and he felt his cock twitch at the memory. He wanted so badly to sink into her delicious heat and pound into her until she couldn't walk tomorrow...but that's not how he worked.

He had learned years ago the value of sucking before fucking, and he had taken that lesson to heart.

Her pleasure was tantamount to his, and he loved pleasuring his partners. Feeling them ripple around his fingers as they cried out his name...it brought him as much pleasure on an emotional level as his own orgasm did on a physical one.

He scraped his teeth against her clit as he massaged her thigh. She let out a choked gasp as her stomach muscles began clenching and unclenching...and he smiled.

He thrust his fingers into her and he felt her leg buckle. He moved his free hand up to her breast to both help support her and pinch her nipple at the same time.

As far as he was concerned, it was a win-win.

He massaged and kneaded her tender flesh as he continued to thrust into her with his fingers and suckle at her clit. He flicked his fingers and tongue over her sensitive nubs, and he heard her gasp out a guttural, "Yash," in appreciation to his attentions.

She was close. He could feel it in the way her walls twitched rhythmically around his fingers.

He continued to work her over, scraping his teeth carefully across her nub one more time while he gave her nipple another firm flick. She cried out his name and he felt her walls tremble around him, and his cock reminded him of just how good it would feel if it was there in place of his fingers.

Soon, he promised himself. He wasn't done yet, and he still had a bit of time left on his timer.

He continued to thrust into her and lap at her as her essence poured down around his fingers and wrist.

"Yash," she gasped, folding over onto him and grabbing onto his shoulders. He felt her fingernails dig into his skin as she tried to find a grip on her sanity.

It hurt, but in the best way imaginable. It was the action of a woman struggling to maintain her grip on reality and failing miserably.

"Yash," she gasped, trembling. "You c-can s-stop."

He was sure that he could. He didn't want to, though...so he instead chose to ignore her and kept up his mission to make her lose complete control.

"Y-Yash," she stuttered. "R-really…"

He continued to ignore her and instead curled his fingers up towards her belly. He felt her hands tighten around his shoulders as he thrust even harder and faster into her.

He heard his timer go off in the background, but he didn't care. He was a little too busy to turn it off, and he didn't want to let go of her breast long enough to silence it.

"T-timer," she gasped after a moment when he still hadn't turned it off.

"If you're worried about that, then I'm losing my touch," he replied huskily, pulling away for a moment and pressing tender love bites to her thigh.

She whimpered, and he moved his hand away from the breast he had been playing with to its very neglected twin.

"B-but—"

"—Shhh," he replied. "Stop worrying and just feel, Darlin'," he gently reprimanded, returning his lips to her thigh and trailing them back to her throbbing clit.

After another moment of suckling and lapping and thrusting and pinching, she finally screamed her second release.

He gently rubbed her thigh with the hand that had been fondling her breasts and he pressed a kiss to her trembling flesh, patiently waiting for her to come down from her high.

"Inuyasha," she breathed, her eyes squeezing shut and her hands gripping his shoulders as he lowered her leg back down. "Oh my God…"

He leaned back onto his heals and looked up at her flushed face, waiting patiently for her to open her eyes. When she finally did, he lifted the hand that was drenched in her juices to his mouth and made eye contact with her. He gave it a long, slow lick starting from his forearm and running his tongue up towards his index finger.

"Delicious."

"I…" she gulped. He smirked, repeating the action.

"If I could live off of eating you, I would," he told her before finally turning off that insufferable timer. He stood back up and tossed his phone onto the couch before turning to face her again.

His cock twitched in excitement, almost like it knew that it was about to be his turn...and he was very eager for his turn. Just keeping his erection confined was beginning to hurt.

"Are you ready for more?"

She looked him up and down almost like a deer in headlights, and he felt a twinge of nervousness shoot through his body at the look.

"I don't know if I can take more," she breathed, looking at the strained crotch of his pants. "But I'm sure as hell going to try."

Relief flooded his features, and he unbuckled his belt before undoing the button and fly of his pants. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and fished out the condom he kept inside as Kagome pushed his pants to the floor and he stepped out of them.

He internally sighed in relief when his cock was freed, and he was almost embarrassed by how angry it looked...but he made no apologies for it. It was the physical proof of what being around her did to him, and he didn't feel like that was something to be ashamed of.

He was about to rip into the foil square when he felt her hand on his erection. She gently led him by the base to take her place on the wall and dropped to her knees.

"Kagome...I don't need anything. We can skip straight to sex," he reassured her as she started pumping his tender flesh in her hand.

"I know. But I need to do this."

She needed to do this? Because she felt it was expected, or for a different reason?

"Why?"

"I still need a minute," she blushed, and he relaxed.

That was a more than acceptable reason.

She began to slowly pump him in her hand, and he watched her watch him. It was like she was studying his erection for the first time, even though she had seen him naked and hard before.

He grit his teeth together as waves of pleasure washed over him, and she looked back up at him before darting her tongue out to lick his tip.

"You're so hard, Yash," she breathed, and he forced his eyes to stay open to watch her as she licked him again. "Is this what I do to you?"

Oh God, she was learning to talk dirty.

He fucking loved it.

"Yeah," he panted as she licked his tip again, sending another bolt of pleasure through him. "That's exactly what you do to me, even when you're not here."

"What happens when I'm not here?" she demanded, taking his tip into her mouth and giving it a firm suck. Her tongue moved around his head, and his eyes dropped shut as he roughly inhaled. She was sending wave after wave of unbridled, electric pleasure through him. As hard as he was, it was even getting difficult to pay attention to what she was saying.

He needed the distraction, though. He didn't want to explode in her mouth. He wanted to do it somewhere else.

"What happens when I'm not here, Yash?" she repeated, this time pulling away from him entirely. He let out a strangled whimper at the loss of her touch.

"Yash?"

Fucking hell. She wasn't going to keep going unless he responded to her.

"I think of you. Dripping with soap in the shower. On the edge of the bed. Against the wall of the elevator."

"And what do you do when you think of me?" she demanded, rewarding him with a long lick up the underside of his cock.

"Fucking hell, woman!" he gasped, and she giggled. She fucking giggled like this was fucking funny. He was about to lose his goddamn mind over here!

"What do you do, Yash?" She repeated.

"I jerk myself off," he whimpered, subconsciously thrusting his hips forward as he silently begged her to help him relieve the ache he felt.

"Show me," she demanded, running her hands up his thighs and he shivered. "I want to see why you like to watch so much."

He swallowed hard before giving her what she wanted, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. He gave it a long, slow, firm pull as he watched her watch him. Her eyes never left him as he repeated the action over and over again, and he moaned lowly at the pleasure. His eyes slid shut and he gasped her name as he continued to stroke himself, and he felt his orgasm approach.

God he wanted to fuck her...but he didn't think he could stop doing this now. He was too far gone.

He felt a warm, wet heat slide over his tip and his hand smacked into something, making his eyes shoot open.

He almost lost it at the sight before him - Kagome was still on her knees and working his tip over as he continued to pump himself.

"Kagome," he whined. She ran her hands up his thighs and to his stomach again before running them down and under him to his balls. She gently massaged them, and he felt his muscles tremble under her touch. She was driving him crazy. He just wanted to let go. He needed to let go. He was desperate for his orgasm. He shot her a begging look, and she pulled her mouth away from his hardness with a loud pop as she stilled his hand.

"Not yet," she whispered, and he thought he was going to cry from pure frustration. If he thought his cock was angry before, he had been sorely mistaken.

She reached down to where the condom had fallen when she started touching him, and she ripped the package open quickly.

"Ready to suit up, soldier?" she asked, and he swallowed hard. He nodded weakly as he panted from the effort it was taking him to keep going. God, he was beyond ready...and now that she had said that, his mind was already working on a role-playing game for them with her as his Commanding Officer.

He needed to focus. He couldn't be daydreaming about more sex when they were already in the middle of sex now.

She kissed his tip, running her tongue over his slit one more time before she pulled away to roll the white latex down over him.

This time, she didn't giggle when she pinched the tip of the condom. Instead, she just rose up to her feet and touched his shoulder, encouraging him to trade places with her.

"Are you ok?" she asked, and he nodded. He was panting rather hard, and they hadn't even started the best part yet.

"Yeah. It's just so fucking hard to last with you sometimes," he admited, and she smiled warmly at him.

"You don't have to this time," she reassured him. "You've already given so much."

"Not enough," he replied, shaking his head.

"Yash…"

"Please. I need to," he begged, making her brows raise. She silently nodded.

He said that he needed to, and that seemed to be enough for her. He brought her into his arms and rested his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply for a moment as he got ahold of himself. Finally, he lifted his head back up to look at her as he cupped her cheek.

"Are you ready?" she murmured.

He nodded his head. "I've been dying to sink back into you since I had you last weekend."

"There's nothing stopping you now," she smiled.

"Good, I might murder someone if there was," he told her quite seriously, and she laughed throatily.

"I believe you won our game, so that means the wall. Do you want my leg up again?" she asked, reaching between them to twirl her fingers around his dog tags which were somehow picking up the moonlight.

"Hmmm…" he hummed in thought. He then leaned his head down to press a tender kiss to her shoulder, and she inhaled sharply. The move caused her nipples to scrape against his chest, and he raised a hand to cup her breast again.

"We could," he agreed, grazing his thumb across her nipple. "Or...we could try something new," he proposed as her breath caught in her throat and she shivered.

"Don't like to be a one trick pony, huh?"

"It helps keep things lively," he shrugged, pinching her nipple.

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" she asked, and he slid his hands away from her glorious mounds to the back of her thighs just under her ass.

"If I helped lift, do you think you could get your legs around my waist?"

"Are you asking because you're worried about your figure again?" she asked with a laugh, and he scowled. She was doing wonders for his erection right now...at least he wouldn't be worried about lasting...

"Oi!"

"Sorry, Pumpkin," she giggled and he just scowled back at her. He was tempted to give her ass a firm pinch since his hands were already there.

"Ok...so we're not doing that, then…"

"I'm kidding!" she laughed. "I can do it if you give me a boost," she promised, shooting him a shy smile. "It sounds fun."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically.

"Very," she reassured him, and he lifted her up above his waist. He felt her legs instantly latch on to him, and he grinned as the position brought him to eye level with her breasts.

"Are you ready?" he whispered as he moved one of his hands away from her ass and to his erection. He placed it at her soaked opening, rubbing the tip up and down so she had no way to misunderstand what he was asking her about.

She silently nodded and he slowly lowered her over him, guiding his hardness into her and groaning as her tight heat encompassed him. God...she felt like home. She felt like they belonged together. The way her heat perfectly clenched around him, squeezing him, caressing him...she was fucking amazing, and he felt like he was going to lose himself before he even got started.

He pressed her back up against the wall to help stabilize them and she gasped, her whole body shaking.

"Are you ok?" he asked seriously.

"Yeah," she smiled, a soft blush rising over her cheeks. "It was cold, is all."

"I'm sorry," he apologized, and she cupped his cheek, silently letting him know that it was fine with her eyes.

He took that for what it was, and slowly pulled out before gently sinking back in and pressing her further into the wall. She closed her eyes, moaning a low hum in contentment.

It made him feel like she loved having him in her as much as he loved being there.

He repeated the move a few more times, getting used to the angle and finding a rhythm before he picked up speed. She gasped in response and tightened her walls around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

"Fucking hell, Babe," he gasped, and she let out a breathy giggle in return and clenched tighter around him. "I think you're trying to kill me."

"La petite mort, perhaps?" she questioned.

"Is that French?" he asked in return, continuing to thrust into her. He gasped in pleasure as she tightened her walls around him again.

"Mais oui," she replied, biting her lip as he hit something in her that made her nails dig into his shoulder and her head lean back. "I-it's the sensation of p-post orgasm bl-liss as likened to d-death."

"La petite mort," he smiled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "Of course the French have a term for that."

He decided that he was done talking now, and he pulled her head to his for a long, passionate kiss as he continued to thrust and she continued to work her muscles around him. She was so fucking tight at this angle, and she was sending waves upon waves of pleasure through him. There was no way in hell he was going to last much longer.

"Touch yourself," he begged, leaning to pull a nipple into his mouth as she reached between them to rub her clit. He desperately wanted to climax with her. It was one of the best feelings in the world.

He continued to lap at her nipple and scrape it with his teeth. She rubbed herself until, finally, her head rolled back as far as it could and she cried out her third release of the night. Her walls rippled around him and he finally let go, allowing the coil that had been winding up inside of him since just after sunset to snap. He cried his release into her shoulder, gently biting down as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

His whole body shook as he felt himself empty out into the condom, and he let out a shaky breath as his legs quivered. He felt her unwrap her legs from around his waist, and her hands came up to rub his back as he continued to lean against her. He was having a hard time making sense of the world.

Finally, he looked up from her shoulder and gave her a gentle, lingering kiss.

"That was definitely a petite mort," he smiled lopsidedly.

"I agree," she replied, returning his smile.

"Damn, Babe…" he chuckled throatily, and she blushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressing another sensual kiss to his lips that left them tingling after.

"Can I ask you something embarrassing?"

Oh God. That made him nervous...but he had almost jerked himself off to completion in front of her. He wasn't sure it could get more embarrassing than that…

"Sure," he replied, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"Do you hate missionary sex?"

His brows shot up in surprise at that and he let out a full body laugh.

"No...why?" he grinned, and she blushed and looked away from him.

"'Cause of your game," she mumbled. "And the elevator. And our second time. And we've only done that once the whole time we've been together."

His grin softened and he tilted her face back up for another gentle kiss.

"I enjoy missionary position plenty, I promise. Sex is…" he trailed off in thought, trying to figure out how to explain himself. "Sex is like ice cream," he decided. "It's amazingly delicious and addicting, and there are so many flavors. Missionary is like Vanilla. It's a perfectly fine, wholesome flavor...and you can make it even better with whip cream and fudge. It's the staple ice cream. But sometimes...you feel like you want Rocky Road...or Cookies and Cream...and those are just as good."

"You sound like a cliche," she teased, kissing his nose.

"If I do, that's only because it's true," he smiled back before his lips weakened around the corners. "You...you'd tell me if I'm pushing you, right? I don't want to make you uncomfortable...or make you resent me just because I really like Rocky Road sometimes."

"It's fine," she reassured him, wrapping her arms around his neck and lightly scraping her nails against his scalp like she knew he loved. "All of my past relationships had a whole bunch of Vanilla. Maybe the occasional Chocolate. I like trying out Rocky Road with you. I just didn't know if that was all you liked."

"I like...a lot," he blushed. "And I love giving you a triple scoop," he smirked, making her blush again.

"I like your triple scoops too," she admitted. "And I promise that when you start scooping out Pistachio, I'll say something."

"Is that our safe word now? Pistachio?" he asked, kissing her forehead. She let out a full body laugh at that.

"Yeah, why not?"

"So...for example...if I wanted to try anal…"

"On you? We can talk. That's a pistachio for me though, buddy."

"Me too," he reassured her. "Nipple clamps?"

"Pistachio."

"Whips?"

"Pistachio. What's with this 50 Shades crap you're throwing out?"

"I'm just creating a dialogue. We have to try out the new word," he teased, his eyes shining with laughter in the moonlight. "Threesome?"

"No! Pistachio! I don't share, and I know you don't want to add a guy to the mix."

"Fair...Fisting?"

"Oh my God! Pistachio!" she cried out, throwing her hands up into the air and walking back into his apartment, ignoring his laughter in the background.

"So is that a no to getting hogtied too?"

"PISTACHIO!"

A/N:

This was a fun one to write, and I honestly love the next chapter too! Fair warning though…there's only one more lemon coming up, and then that's it for a while.

Thanks as always to Saucy for editing this behemoth. 19 pages guys. She edited *19 pages* and made sure it was readable. You're the unsung hero of this story.

And thank you as always to everyone who has read and reviewed! Dropping a review makes us feel loved, and when we feel loved, we feel like we should keep going and working on this, so thank you for reminding us that people still like this story!

Next chapter goes up the 20th!

See you then!

-Lemon Lush

A/Rs:

To: Christopher

Thank you! I appreciate that! I always worry about pacing. Thanks for dropping another awesome review, and I hope you enjoy this newest chapter!

To: Guest

Thank you! Don't worry - I start reminding you guys of their limited time together more and more, because it starts to weigh on them more and more. I'm glad you're still loving this story, and I hope that doesn't change! Thank you for the review, and hopefully you enjoy what comes next!

To: RipitUp (re: chapter 4)

Not sure if you will ever see this or not, but I LOL-ed so hard at that. And then I showed it to Saucy and she died. I clearly had something on my mind when I wrote it, but it's fixed now! (I'm a little surprised no one noticed sooner too, LOL!) Thanks for catching and sharing that! If you ever see any more errors, please don't hesitate to share them! It's much appreciated! Thank you for the review, and hopefully that didn't turn you off to the story and you're still enjoying it!