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Chapter 17
Kagome hummed as she chopped the peaches they had purchased the day before for their pie. He was kindly doing their laundry to get out of her hair while she was working on it, and frankly, that suited her just fine. It was one less thing to worry about when she got home tomorrow.
Last night had been fun. After they had gotten back from the market, they had asked Miroku and Sango if they were free that night for a double date. It was nice to cut so completely loose - the beer was refreshing, the burgers were greasy and satisfying, and the company couldn't be beat.
It was great seeing Miroku open up to Inuyasha again. It was like it was before that infamous first date. They were laughing and joking around and slapping each other on the back, and it was a joy to see.
The karaoke had been quite memorable, too. She had learned that for as amazing as Inuyasha clearly was in most aspects of his life, when it came to certain things (such as singing while intoxicated), he could also show that he really was as human as the rest of them. His singing voice was...well...nails on a chalkboard would have been a compliment. But damn...she respected and appreciated him for even trying in the first place.
However, the highlight of the night was when he proved to her just how jealous he could be. She had gone back to the bar to refill their pitcher when a random man started talking to her. If she had been a bit more sober, she might have noticed that he was doing more than just talking and was actually hitting on her, but she wasn't and she didn't.
If she had, she might have said something to the man about being there with someone. Instead, she continued to talk and laugh with the guy, causing Inuyasha to "come and check on her" since she was "taking a while" and wrap his arms around her middle from behind before kissing her neck.
Taking out a billboard ad would have been more subtle.
She had then proceeded to scold him, and he had scolded her back for scolding him and further admonished her for letting that guy think she was interested. Which had led to a fight. Which had led to a very hot make out session outside of the bar, and an even hotter session in the bedroom.
It was raw and unbridled and passionate, and through her beer-hazy state, she couldn't decide if he was making love to her, trying to ask her to not leave him for someone else, or reminding her exactly why she shouldn't be interested in anyone else.
Either way, it was...wow...
She suddenly heard him start the laundry, which drew her out of her thoughts of the night before. Kagome shot him a warm and grateful smile when he reappeared at her side.
"I appreciate you doing that for me."
"It's not a big deal," he shrugged casually, moving to stand behind her instead. "I was out of fatigues anyway, and I don't mind the extra work."
"Yes...but you didn't have to. You chose and offered to, and I appreciate that," she insisted, turning to wrap her arms around his neck and press a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Well...it's nice to be so appreciated," he replied, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he leaned down for another soft kiss.
"Mmm...very appreciated," she replied, pulling him down to her again.
"You know...you don't have to take everything back home. Unless you want to, that is. I'm sure I could move things around in my dresser and make some room for your things if you think that would make your life easier."
She felt her jaw drop ever so slightly. He was offering to give her a drawer?
"Really?"
"Why not?" he shrugged. "It makes sense, right?"
"Yeah," she beamed. "It does. Thank you," she said pulling him into a long, tender kiss to help show her gratitude.
"A guy could get used to this, you know," he sighed when they finally parted. She just giggled as she cupped his cheek and felt the stubble that he had let grow since Thursday.
"Oh, I'm sure. You know what I could get used to? This," she smirked, rubbing her thumb across his cheek. She watched him furrow his brow in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding.
"You like that, huh?"
"I do," she grinned. She loved the feel and look of his stubble. "It's a shame you have to get rid of it."
"You know, I'm starting to think you like me looking like a caveman. First you want my hair longer, and now you want this? Am I going to come home one day and find a loin cloth and a dino bone to wear? Is this a kink you have?"
"I do not want you to be like a caveman!" she exclaimed. "I just like you with a bit...more fluff. But still well-groomed fluff."
"Mmhmm…" he replied dramatically.
"Oh, stop it. Try this," she encouraged, trying to change their conversation's direction. She reached down to the cutting board and plucked a chopped peach from her pile.
"Peach?" he asked, eyeing the beautiful orange and pink colored fruit between her fingers.
"Mhmm," she nodded, and squealed when his head suddenly shot forward and caught her fingers between his lips and teeth, reminding her of a cobra.
"Yash!" she giggled as he sucked the peach away from her loose grip and gave her fingers a gentle nibble before releasing them.
"It's good," he purred, his tone causing her to blush.
"Good. I'm almost done cutting them, and the crust should be chilled by now. Want to roll it out for me?"
"If that's what you'd like," he shrugged, turning to wash his hands in the sink. "What do you have to do once they are cut?"
"Just add in the rest of the ingredients for the filling and mix it together. Nothing fancy. Pie is easy."
"Sounds like I should get a move on it, then," he decided, looking at the dwindling pile of peaches.
"Yup. Hop to, soldier!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied, throwing her a mock salute as he dried his hands.
He really needed to talk to her about that little fantasy he had swimming around in his head. Maybe before she left for the summer? The hardest part would be getting the outfits…
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Now wasn't the time. Besides...since when was he so into role playing?
He glanced up at Kagome as he reached into the fridge and found the dough she had made.
There was something about her that made him want to do...anything. Everything. He wanted to eat life with her and savor it to the fullest while she was here.
He dusted the countertop with flour and placed the dough in the center of it while she began dumping the rest of the filling ingredients into the bowl in her hands.
"I think I'm going to beat you," she teased as she picked up a spoon and began carefully mixing it all together.
"Well, if I had known we were racing…" he replied, pushing down harder on the dough with the rolling pin in his hands to try and roll it out faster.
"You're going to make it too thin!" she quickly admonished with a tiny bit of panic, and he shot her a look that said he clearly disagreed.
"Now I think you're just trying to slow me down," he smirked, bumping his hip into hers.
"I am not!"
"You are! You don't want me to get done first."
"Yes...you figured me out. That was my goal all along - to distract you from rolling out pie crust. So I couldn't put my filling into it. So we couldn't have pie."
"Oh yeah?" he countered, his lips pressing into a thin line as he arched his brow.
"Yup."
"Well this is what I think of your master plan..." he countered and he reached down into the dusted flour in front of him and stuck his index finger into it before swiping it across her nose.
"Inuyasha!" she squealed, looking at him in shock. She pursed her lips and picked up a pinch of flour herself, tossing it into his face.
He stared at her in silence for a moment before a predatorial smirk stretched across his face.
"Oh, you're dead now…"
That was all the warning she had before he lunged to the side towards her. She giggled as she dodged out of the way before he could grab her, and she ran to the opposite side of the island to get away from him.
"Oh I am, am I?" she replied, a flirtatious smile spreading across her face as she reached back into the bag of flour and took out another pinch.
"Don't you dare…"
"Don't I dare what?"
"Higurashi…"
She tossed the flour at him again and he lept towards her, reaching out to grab ahold of her shirt and narrowly missing her as she squealed and ran.
"For someone who works out as much as you do, you sure are slow…"
His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at the blatant taunt.
"You're only faster because you're so damn small!"
"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be an insult? It sounded a lot like a compliment."
He reached into the bowl of peaches and took out a slice, raising it and aiming.
"You wouldn't..."
He threw it, and it hit her square in the chest.
"Takahashi!"
"Yes. Yes I would."
"I can't believe you!" she gasped in faux abhorrence, tossing more flour at him.
"Oh yeah?" he laughed, picking up another slice.
"No. You put that back!"
"Why don't you make me?" he smirked, his eyes dancing merrily as he threw it. This time, it hit her cheek.
She lunged across the island for the bowl of peaches, the countertop edge catching her in the abdomen and slamming her front into its surface and just barely keeping the bowl out of her reach.
Inuyasha swiped the bowl up and held it protectively away from her.
"I don't think so!" he laughed, throwing another slice at her. This time, it landed on her back and fell down to her butt when she stood back up.
His smile widened when he looked down at her shirt. She was covered in butter and peach juice and flour. She followed his gaze down to her shirt and she looked down at it in horror.
"Inuyasha…" she growled lowly.
"Don't 'Inuyasha' me! No one told you to do that."
She glared at him, reaching out and grabbing another stick of butter and opening it.
"Kagome…" he warned her lowly as she pinched off a bit.
"Yes?"
"Kagome...you leave the butter out of this. It didn't do anything wrong…"
"As I recall…" she began a smile slowly spreading across her face, "you started it!" She threw the butter clump at him, and it landed on his face.
"You! I can't believe you just did that!" he exclaimed, his eyes dancing with laughter as he wiped it off. He quickly retaliated by throwing another peach at her.
"And I'm gonna do it again, too!" she warned, pinching off another piece and throwing it at him. It bounced off of his shirt and landed on the floor.
"Oh...this means war, woman!"
"I thought we were already at war," she shot back, throwing another clump.
He dodged to the side, barely avoiding it and moved to grab her. He missed. When that failed, he just picked up a few more peach slices and launched them at her. They continued with this back and forth retaliation until Kagome finally ran out of butter, and Inuyasha couldn't stop his grin of victory even if he had wanted to. He most certainly didn't!
"Oh Kagooome...looks like you're all out of ammo…" he sang, and she gripped the countertop nervously.
Shit.
She looked around, trying to figure out an exit strategy from the kitchen. The problem was that he was on the side facing out, effectively trapping her...
She really hadn't been thinking ahead.
She felt like a fucking rabbit trapped in a hole staring up at a hungry dog - and the look Inuyasha was giving her right now was very hungry.
She needed to take a chance. She bolted and tried to get away from him and out of the kitchen, but he reached out and caught her with what felt like impossible speed. She instantly realized in that moment two things:
The first was that he had been toying with her this whole time.
The second was that she was now well and thoroughly screwed.
He pulled her back flush against his chest, trapping her arms at her sides. She felt him tilt his head down and his lips hotly grazed the shell of her ear.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked in a sultry purr, his hot breath fanning over her.
"Ummm…"
"Um?" he replied, and she could feel his smile against her skin as he teased her. "Well, I don't know where "um" is, but you aren't free to go until you pay for your crimes," he told her quite seriously.
"What crimes?" she asked shakily as he ran his tongue up against the skin behind her ear.
"The crimes you committed against my kitchen," he replied huskily, "Do you see what you've done to it?"
It was a mess. Flour and peaches and butter were everywhere. It probably wasn't going to be fun to clean.
"I think you're just as guilty here as I am," she whispered, her words catching as he caught her lobe between his teeth.
"Maybe...but I won, so that means I'm blaming you."
"How thoughtful."
"I think so," he agreed, his grip on her loosening enough to bring a large hand up to cup her breast and roll her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and the lace of her bra.
She knew what he wanted, and between their little food fight and the way he was nipping and sucking her neck and the skin behind her ear now...she was already throbbing. She felt an undeniable pulsing between her legs, and she couldn't understand for the life of her how he was always able to do that to her so quickly.
"Ok," she breathed. "So, if I'm not free to go until I pay for my crimes...how do you intend to have me pay?" she sighed in mock defeat. She knew exactly how. She would have to be a fool to not know what he wanted at this point.
"Let me think…" he whispered huskily, and an involuntary shiver ran up her spine and made her shake.
"Cold?" he asked quite seriously, his tone shifting out of seductor mode and into sincere concern for a moment.
"Hot," she replied as she arched her chest into his hand and encouraged him to continue, and he laughed throatily. "You were telling me how you wanted me to pay for my crimes..." she reminded him, and she felt him smile against her neck again.
"Yeah, I was…"
He spun her around and lifted her to sit on the countertop, which caused her to squeak in surprise as a giant grin broke out across her face. She forced it away as he parted her legs and came to stand between them.
"It's going to be hard to make up for this..." he decided, gently pushing her down onto the countertop.
"I'm sure," she breathed as he leaned down over her, supporting his weight on his forearms that he placed on either side of her body.
"...and it might take a while..."
"If that's what it takes."
"...and it might require a lot less clothing than what you're currently wearing."
"Should I take them off now, then?"
She saw him almost laugh before he schooled his features and tried to regain control.
"You seem awfully eager to pay for your crimes."
"I don't like having debt. It's why I have such amazing credit."
"Woman...I'm trying to seduce you, not talk about your credit score."
"If that's what you're trying to do, you'd do a better job just kissing me," she pointed out, wrapping her arms around his back as he chuckled.
"Are you saying I'm bad at seducing you?"
"I'm saying you already seduced me," she whispered quite seriously. "So shut up and kiss me already."
"You mean like this?" he asked, placing a soft, sensual, albeit chaste kiss to her lips.
"No…"
"Then like this…" he replied, tilting his head back down. He ghosted his lips across hers once...twice...a third time before she tilted her head up and tried to nip at him, making him pull away with a smirk.
"Nuh uh," he scolded. "You behave yourself,"
"Yash…"
"Shhh...I'm busy," he teased. "Now, where was I…" he sighed dramatically. "That's right. I was right about here," he decided, tilting his head down to capture her lips in a slow, burning kiss that made her moan and sigh in contentment. He pulled back slightly, his lips releasing hers with a wet smack before he dipped down again and repeating the action, slowly rekindling the fire between her legs.
"Mmm…" he moaned, gently nipping on her lip. "God...I love how you taste. Like...peaches and sugar."
"Yeah?" she breathed heavily. "That would make sense. I tried the filling before you threw it all at me."
"I didn't throw all of it at you," he corrected, taking her ear lobe back between his teeth and whispered, "Just a lot of it. There's still enough to make a pie with."
"A very sad pie," she replied, her breath hitching in her throat as he tugged very gently at the stud she was wearing.
"I guess I better find something else to eat. Something sweeter. Any suggestions?"
"I'm sure I could come up with a few," she breathed shakily as he moved on to her neck, laving her ivory column with his tongue.
"This doesn't taste too bad," he told her. "It's a little sweet...but mostly salty. I'm not really in a salty mood."
He nudged her chin up and back with his nose as he continued on to the front of her neck, and he moved one of his arms away from the counter and brought his hand to the hem of her shirt. He slipped it under the soft but now very sticky and dirty fabric and splayed his hand across the trembling skin of her abdomen.
"It's a little salty here too," he said, giving his new spot on her neck a long slow lick as he raised the hand under her shirt up to her ribs. "I guess I should keep looking, right?" he asked, his fingers now brushing against the wire bottom of her lace bra.
"Yes," she gasped as his hand came to fully cup her breast.
"Hm...what's this? This feels soft," he whispered, rubbing his thumb across her nipple again. "I bet it could taste sweet...do you think I should try it?"
"Yes," she begged, arching up into his hand. He pushed away from her to take off her shirt before he also removed his own, tossing the dirty fabric into a corner of his kitchen. He encouraged her to lie back down, and he pressed a wet kiss to the part of her breast spilling up and out of the cup of her bra as he gave her nipple a firm pinch. She gasped as a shock of electricity ran through her straight from her nipple to her core.
God...she was sure her underwear were soaked from this.
That thought only reminded her of what he had told her the day before at Stanley Market about liking to see how wet he made her...and she suddenly felt embarrassed.
The thought of him just spreading her apart to look at...all of that...and seeing how wet she was...oh my god...thinking about how he was probably going to do that once he got her pants off made her blush bright red.
She wasn't sure she could handle it now that she knew that was one of the things he was doing when he was down there...but...she wanted to try. If that turned him on, she wanted to try. And...should it really be all that embarrassing?
She loved to look at his length, no matter the state it was in. She loved to know how much she turned him on, and the proof of his arousal was pretty blatantly obvious. It's not like he could hide that even if he wanted to. Wasn't this just proof of hers? Didn't showing him make it fair? It evened the proverbial playing field.
It wasn't embarrassing. It was...but it wasn't. It was her body's natural response to him, and that wasn't something to be embarrassed over or ashamed of. If she could see how she affected him, it was only right that she allow him to see how he affected her, right?
Right.
She needed to add this to the list of things she never thought she would have to give herself a pep talk about.
He moved his hand to her other breast and gave the unattended nipple there a firm pinch, making her arch and suddenly forget everything about him looking at her.
That could be a worry for later.
Right now, she wanted to just feel him on her and enjoy the sensations of his hands and lips and tongue worshiping her sensitive breasts...and he was proving to be amazing at it, as always.
"Sweeter," he murmured, giving the top of her breast a long, slow lick across the top of her mound exposed by the bra before trailing his lips down to her still lace covered nipple. She felt him flaten his tongue against her pebbled flesh before giving it a swirl. The lace of her bra scraped against it in the most delicious way, and she tilted her head back in a gasp at the sensation.
"Even sweeter…like candy..." he purred, and she felt his fingers toying with the top of her cup. "I bet it will be even better when I get it out of its wrapper."
"Why don't you find out?" she breathed just before he pulled the fabric down.
"I think I will," he smirked before latching onto her nipple and pulling it into his mouth with a moan. Her head rolled to the side and she tried to bring her hands up to his head to pull him closer to her, but he caught her by the wrists before she could make it there. He pulled his lips and tongue away from her and smirked.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his eyes letting her know just how pleased he was with himself.
"Nothing?"
"'Nothing', huh? Didn't seem like you had nothing in mind," he scolded gently, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Be patient," whispered against her lips. "I'll give you what you want in time."
"What if I want it sooner?"
"Well...then that is just a problem you are going to have to solve on your own."
"Why do you have to suck so hard?" she whined with a pout.
"Really? You think I've been sucking too hard? I can be more gentle," he teased before lowering his mouth back to her nipple and pinning her wrists down on either side of her head. He gave her nipple a feather light lick before tracing its pebbled center with a whisper of a touch. He fanned out to her areola next before pulling away and blowing on it.
It was pure torture.
"Yash…" she whimpered, arching up as best as she could to get him to stop teasing her.
"Did you want something?" he asked, moving to kiss the underside of her breast.
"You know exactly what I want."
"I don't think I do. I think I need you to tell me."
She let out a whimper before he moved to her still covered breast and lightly scraped his teeth against her lonely nipple.
"Damnit, Yash," she uttered in something between a growl and a whimper, and he laughed. The jerk laughed.
She didn't know how, but she broke her wrists free and pressed her hands against his chest, making him straighten. Given the surprise on his face, she imagined that the only reason she was able to move him was because he hadn't been expecting her to rebel against him.
She quickly sat up and unlatched her bra, throwing it somewhere inconsequential in his kitchen before grabbing him and pulling him down for a burning kiss. Her core was already trembling and needy, and this teasing he was doing...she wasn't going to stand for it anymore.
She needed more. She needed firmer.
"Stop toying with me," she scolded breathlessly when she finally let him go. "I want to feel you. I don't want to be teased."
"Yeah?" he panted. "And what do you want to feel?"
"Your mouth, on my breast," she replied, cupping the one that had hardly received any of his wonderful ministrations yet. "I want you to suck it and touch it harder."
The grin he gave her was so big she didn't think he could have stopped it from showing even if it was necessary to do so. She was expecting him to give her some smartass response, but instead, he just obeyed and gave her exactly what she asked for. He was loving but firm, and he left her squirming on the dirty granite countertop.
By the time he pulled away, she found herself bringing his hands to her pants button to undo them without realizing it.
"You're ready?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," she nodded, panting. "Take them off."
He made quick work of doing just that, and she allowed him to remove both her pants and her panties in one pass. She noticed that her underwear were, in fact, as soaked as she thought they might have been. She blushed, suddenly remembering her thoughts from earlier.
She steeled her nerves and moved her legs further apart before reaching down and spreading herself open. Her cheeks turned dark red as she looked him dead in the eye and mustered as much courage as she could.
"Go ahead. You can look," she murmured, forcing herself to keep his gaze as his eyes widened and his brows shot up in surprise. "I know you like to."
His face softened considerably into a look she couldn't describe. He then reached down to cup her cheeks and give her a soft, tender, passionate kiss that left her breathless and made her chest ache. She removed her hands from her heat and wrapped them around his neck without another thought.
Appreciation. She could see that. And she could identify the wonder and disbelief. But there was something else there that she couldn't quite put her finger on...
Perhaps it was longing? But she didn't understand what he could be longing for.
It also could have also been love...but that was stupid. There was no way he could possibly love her, right?
Maybe it was gratitude. That would make sense. She didn't think many of the women he had been with before had ever willingly put themselves on display for his viewing pleasure.
That was it. It had to be. Because love was just...it just wasn't possible.
"Are you sure?" he asked when he pulled away, cupping her cheek and pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah. I thought about it. I don't mind. If I could give oral to guys who have given me less than half of what you have, then I can satisfy your needs and let you take your time and look at me."
He looked surprised at that, and he opened his mouth to say something before promptly closing it. Maybe she didn't need to explain that part of her logic, but it was too late now.
He must have decided to not press her further and instead leaned down for another tender kiss that somehow left her chest aching again. When he pulled away, she moved her hands back to where they had been, spreading herself open in a silent invitation.
He placed his hands on her thighs and she watched him lower himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving her face as he stroked her tender flesh gently with his thumbs. Finally, he shifted his gaze to her core and she shifted hers up to his ceiling, the knowledge that he was actually stopping to look becoming too much for her...until she dared to glance back down at him.
He was really, truly enjoying this. It made him look even hungrier for her, and that thought not only renewed the blush in her cheeks, but it did something else quite unexpected.
It was making her throb painfully.
He liked what he saw. A lot. She was turning him on...and oddly...doing this was starting to do the same for her. It was making her feel...powerful...because she could make him feel this desire for her, too.
Watching him look at her made her feel things her past lovers never had come close to.
Powerful. Desirable. Needed…
"Kagome," he suddenly said, looking up at her and drawing her out of her thoughts. "Thank you," he breathed, his eyes tender as he pressed a soft, wet, lingering kiss to her thigh.
"You're welcome," she blushed, not quite sure if there was a more appropriate response to that.
"I want to taste you here now," he murmured huskily, and his fingers brushed against hers as he moved a hand to cup her.
"I won't stop you," she encouraged, still parting herself for him. She would never stop him...but she didn't say that. Instead, she just looked down at him as he took his hand away and moved his head and lips to her opening. He thrust his tongue as far up into her as it would go, making her moan and her head roll back against the hard counter.
"Yash," she groaned as his tongue began to move within her before he finally replaced it with his fingers and refocused his attention to her clit.
How was he so good at pleasing her? Why the hell did Kikyo betray them?
Why the fuck was she complaining?
That woman was clearly insane and if she didn't want to be with him, then fine. She was more than happy to take her place.
She felt him give her clit a feather light lick. Her whole upper body hunched forward as he did it again and again, teasing the very tip of her hardened nub and making her bite the inside of her lip.
She felt him circle her bundle of nerves, tracing it with his tongue before he pulled it into his mouth and gave it a solid, firm flick and suckled at it. She felt his teeth gently scrape against it and she cried out, removing her hands from her core and placing them on his shoulders instead.
If he was bothered by this change, he gave her no indication. Instead, he moved his free hand up to her right breast and gently cupped it as he continued to suckle and flick and thrust, driving her closer and closer to her end.
She let out a choked sob-like moan as he rolled her nipple with his thumb, electricity pooling at her core as he wound the coil within her tighter and tighter. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, and he curled his fingers within her in response.
The coil finally snapped, and she screamed as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her as her walls quivered around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and left her breathless. As she finished, she slumped even further forward and her arms wrapped themselves loosely around his neck. He moved the hand that had been fondling her breast to her sweat slicked back as she struggled to find her grip on reality. He gently stroked it as he peppered gentle kisses to her skin wherever he could.
Finally, she found the strength to push herself back and regarded him with hazy eyes and a lopsided but satisfied grin.
"I think I found my sweet treat," he decided, his voice rough and gravelly.
"Better than the pie?" she asked weakly, her eyes dancing with amusement. She couldn't believe that he was still playing that game. He had her. He didn't have to. But...she had to admit that it was fun.
"Much."
"I swear...the more you do that, the better you get."
"The more I do that, the more I learn about what you like, and the better I can make it," he smirked back, and her grin widened.
"So, if I let you do that all day sometime...you'd become an expert?"
"You couldn't last with me all day," he replied rather smugly.
She really wanted to argue with him...she really did...but the truth of the matter was that he was right.
"Probably not."
His grin only widened at her admission, and he pulled her down for a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and his lips and she knew that she should be embarrassed, but she honestly didn't care and she groaned into the kiss instead.
When they parted, he placed his hands on the countertop next to her legs and stood up.
She immediately reached for his belt buckle and undid it before moving to his pants and boxer briefs, pushing everything down in one go. He quickly stepped out of them before bending down to locate his wallet and the condom within it. He was about to tear it open when she reached out and stopped him.
"Wait...trade places with me first."
"Why?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Because...I want to pleasure you now."
His face immediately softened and he cupped her cheek, suddenly understanding that she wanted to perform oral on him as well.
"Not this time, Babe," he smiled, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb when she looked back at him with all of the confusion he had just looked at her with a second before.
"You don't want it?"
"I don't need it. I just need you right now," he reassured her, and she whispered her understanding.
No one had ever turned down her offer for oral before.
Did he actually not like how she performed? She wasn't bad at it, was she?
Oh god, what if she was? How embarrassing would that be...to think you were pleasuring someone when all you were really doing was turning them off...she couldn't handle it.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice him rolling the condom down his length, and he startled her slightly when he cupped her cheek again.
"Hey," he smiled warmly, "everything ok? I think I lost you there for a second."
"Yeah," she smiled back. "Just wondering which position you're going to surprise me with this time."
"Why don't you pick, then," he smirked.
"Really? You don't have an opinion on that?"
"I can relinquish control sometimes!"
"Only sometimes?" she giggled, and he rolled his eyes and smiled.
"I am this time. So?"
Kagome bit her lip in thought for a moment before a blush rose over her cheeks and she slid off off the counter. She turned around and bent over it, raising her left leg back up onto the counter.
"Really?" he asked when she turned to look back at him and asked him how this was, and her blush deepened at his response.
"Yeah...is this bad?"
"No," he smiled gently, moving her hair away from her shoulder as he came to stand beside her, and he pressed a lingering kiss to her blade. "Just highly unanticipated for someone who loves vanilla."
"Well...maybe I was in the mood to try a banana split."
"I think we should call this peaches and cream," he smirked, and she dramatically rolled her eyes this time.
"You're sooooo punny...I can't decide if that was a Dad joke or just plain bad…"
"You love it and you know it," he teased, lining himself up. "Ready?"
"Always," she grinned, and he slowly started pushing himself in.
"Fuck," he gasped once he was all the way inside of her. He leaned his head forward to her shoulder, closing his eyes to find his composure.
"I know," she breathed, making him chuckle.
"You picked a good one," he agreed, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of her, testing out the angle and trying to find something she responded positively to.
"Yes," she gasped in agreement as he hit something marvelous within her.
That was a good response...he thrust back in at the same angle as before, and she let out a moan.
Oh yeah. He had definitely found it.
He slowly began to pick up speed, aiming for that same spot again and again. Kagome arched her back forward, slumping onto her arms as she tried to keep herself upright...but it was a losing battle, and her leg was starting to cramp.
"Yash," she gasped, trying to get his attention. He moaned in response, continuing to thrust. "Yash, wait…stop."
He let out a choked whimper, but his hips slowly stopped thrusting.
"What's wrong?" he panted, his voice rough and heavy.
"It's starting to get uncomfortable," she blushed, and she felt him pull out.
"What hurts?" he asked as she turned around, and she felt her heart melt a little at the concern she saw in his eyes.
"My thigh," she admitted. "I think I need to take up yoga to keep up with you," she joked, and he laughed at that.
"Hey...you picked it this time, Darlin'!"
"Yeah I know," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I just didn't think it all the way through, apparently."
He just smiled and leaned down to kiss her gently before intensifying their kiss in a way that left her moaning and completely unaware as he laid her down on her back on the countertop. His hands left her shoulders as he continued to kiss her, and she suddenly felt one between her legs rubbing her clit as the other came to her thigh to massage it.
"Are you feeling any better, Babe?" he asked, pulling away. His lips brushed against hers with each word, and she felt his hot breath fanning over her skin.
"Yeah," she whimpered, her hips squirming as he continued to rub her aching nub. All she could feel was his fingers, the pain in her thigh long forgotten.
"Good. Can I...um...come back in?" he asked with a blush, and she smiled gently at him before biting her lip when he made a particularly delicious pass around clit.
"Please do," she gasped before squealing as he tugged her ass closer to the edge of the cold countertop.
"New position," he declared, encouraging her legs to rest over his shoulders as he lined himself back up and slowly slid back in.
"Much better," she sighed as he slowly started again, and he turned his head to kiss her calf.
"Good," he breathed before picking up speed again as he continued to grip her calves and thighs, alternating his hold occasionally.
She looked up at him, and she felt a certain amount of pride wash over her at the closed-eyed bliss on his face as she clenched her internal muscles around him. Why did it feel so good to make him feel good?
She made another hard clench that caused him to hiss in pleasure, and a wicked idea entered her mind.
"Yash? Open your eyes," she demanded, and he did with what looked like great difficulty. "Look at me," she instructed once she had his attention, and she moved her hands down to where their bodies connected. She used one to spread herself open, causing him to glance back up at her in surprise, and the other she used to rub herself as he continued to thrust.
"Look at me," she repeated in a gasp, the sensations running through her body starting to make it hard to hang on and talk.
"'Gome…" he moaned, obeying and pressing another kiss to her skin.
All of her concerns about exposing herself for his viewing pleasure had really flown out the window in a very short period of time. If she had been in a clearer mind space she might have taken a moment to mentally ponder that, but as it was, he was making her feel so fucking good right now that she just didn't give a shit.
"Yash!" she gasped as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot within her.
She was burning everywhere. Her skin. Her core. Her flesh. He was scorching her and making her feel like she was going to die of pleasure, and she was loving every second of it as he continued to burn her.
"Close," he whimpered. She picked up her pace, rubbing herself in just the right spot until, finally, the combined sensations of him thrusting into her and the electricity she felt from her clit sent her tumbling over the edge of the cliff she had been so determined to jump off.
She cried his name as her orgasm overtook her, and he collapsed over her after doing the same.
"Goddamn, woman," he chuckled throatily after he regained his breath, pushing himself up onto his arms to look down at her. "What got into you?"
"Looks like you," she teased, shifting her eyes down to where they were still connected and he barked out a laugh, slipping himself out and offering her a hand to pull her back up.
"Yeah, I did," he grinned, hooking his index finger under her chin and tilting her face up for a sweet kiss. "I think we both know that's not what I meant, though," he sighed against her lips when he parted from her. She blushed hotly and shifted her eyes away from him.
"Hey...what's that about?" he asked, cupping her cheek when she averted her gaze. "Kagome…" he breathed, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "What's going on, Darlin'?"
"Did you not like it? I thought you would like it when I…" she trailed off, and his face softened from concern to something else again.
"Of course I did...I loved it...but were you really ok with it?"
"Yeah!"
"Really? Because I got the impression that you were...pushing yourself. For me."
She sighed at that and shifted her gaze away again.
"Kagome…"
"I was," she finally said. "At the beginning. At the very beginning of this, I started thinking about what you said yesterday at Stanley Market. And it made me feel nervous and embarrassed, but I wanted to do something for you, so…"
"You didn't have to, though…"
"I wanted to," she insisted, shaking her head. "I wanted to give you some of what you like because you've been so good to me...and after a little bit, I...I actually kind of liked looking at you looking at me," she admitted with a blush.
"Really?"
"It was...it made me feel more excited to see you look so…" she paused and just shook her head, unable to say the right words. "I just thought it was hot. It was hot as hell watching you get turned on by me, and it wasn't as embarrassing anymore."
He leaned down and pressed another sweet, tender kiss to her lips.
"Well, thank you...I appreciate it," he admitted, and she pulled him back down for another gentle kiss.
"You're welcome," she breathed. "Can I ask you something now?"
"Always," he replied without hesitation.
"Why didn't you want me to give you oral this time?" she asked, mustering up all of the courage that she had. "Am I...is it because I'm bad at it?"
"No!" he exclaimed instantly, his brows shooting up in surprise at her worry. "God, no...Kagome, I've enjoyed it every time you've wanted to do it...but you said something earlier that made me think you don't enjoy it…"
She tilted her head in thought for a second before realization spread over her face. "Oh…"
"Yeah…"
"I can see how you would think that," she nodded. "But I don't feel that way when it comes to you, you know. You're the best recipient I've ever had, so I kinda like it now."
He tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion, so she explained her past with Hojo and how he was vastly different and better. He kept to himself and let her stay in control and work him over in her own time and way, and she appreciated that.
"That's all I meant. When I said that, I just meant that if I could put up with that for Hojo because I loved him, then I could give you a little of what you liked."
Inuyasha let her words roll around in his head and tried to not let his heart jump in his chest.
He wasn't going to let himself mistake what she had said.
At no point in time had she said she loved him...just that she had put up with what she felt was worse for a man she did love.
It sounded an awful lot like she was saying it, though...in a roundabout way...and it was doing things to him.
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He needed to do something about those thoughts. It was only going to hurt him when she left. Love wasn't part of the deal.
Sex. Friendship. General companionship. That was the deal. Anything deeper...that was off the table.
"Well...I think your crimes against my kitchen have been paid for," he teased, swallowing the lump in his throat he hadn't realized had developed. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll get this place back in order?"
"You don't want to join? Then I can help you after?"
"Nah...it's going to bother me until it's fixed," he smiled. Really, he just needed a minute away from her so he could get himself in check, and this would be the perfect distraction.
"Well...if you want to fix this mess on your own, I won't argue with you!" she decided with a grin, and she pulled him down for another gentle kiss before hopping down off of the counter. She started heading for the bathroom when she saw the bowl of peaches. She couldn't resist a peak inside.
"Inuyasha! You used, like, a third of what was in here!"
"Yeah...but it was worth it," he smirked.
"Yeah. It was."
A/N:
Saucy edited 20 pages for this guys. 20 pages! Can we give this girl a HAND?! Because Oh. My. God! You are my favorite and my unsung hero 3.
This was also the last lemon for a while! You have now been informed.
Quick announcement! I have started a new story which you might remember from chapter 12. It's called "A Heart's Abduction" and is already up! AND IT'S BEEN NOMINATED FOR BEST AU/AR ON TUMBLR! Go check it out…and while you're at it…find me on Tumblr! I will post updates, sneak peaks, and more there! User name: lemonlushff. Trust me, it's worth it!
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Story Rec of the week: To Love a Demon Lord by StarlightDruid. If you have a story rec to send my way, please do! I love getting the word out about stories other people have enjoyed!
And…of course…THANK YOU to everyone who has read, reviewed, faved, and everything in between! You make Sauce's and my day SO much brighter, and we love that we can work on something you love!
I already did guest ARs - member ARs are coming! I just had two stories to post today and my computer died on me. I'll find a new rhythm soon!
Next chapter is going up next Friday, January 17!
Until then!
-Lemon Lush
A/R:
iammegzhearmegrr: 1. Don't tell anyone, but I've unintentionally used a lot of Mr. Lush's base personality to flesh out Inuyasha, and I'm just now seeing it and dying of laughter! Mr. Lush literally JUST asked me if I wanted to take all of Valentine's Day off so we could just spend the day together since it's a Friday…if that doesn't sound like something this Inuyasha would do…idk what does, LOL! So…they do exist! Sometimes you just gotta dig… 2. THANK YOU! Now that the holidays are over, I think they will be more regular again! I appreciate the love, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
Guest: THANK YOU! He's made it clear from the start that his end game is to get married. What they are doing now is fun, but once it's over and they are at a place where they can move on, that's what he's going to be looking for. I actually really love that morning part too…not only for all of the reasons you mentioned, but also because it was just so darn fun to write and imagine! Thank you for reading A Heart's Abduction, and thank you for your AMAZING review!