Seven: Soaking Wet Teen Begs Bad Teacher
Even though Kagome was the human member of their tryst, she moved with near-demon speed when pushing Inuyasha off of her, fixing her clothes, taming her hair, and getting to her feet.
"In here, Hojo!" she called, giving Inuyasha a glare to make sure he knew what she would do if he dared to tell her husband anything about what happened.
"Hey," he said. "Decided to take an Uber home and leave the car at the shop. I'm more exhausted than I thought."
"Kagome's tutoring me!" Inuyasha announced, shakily getting off the floor. He still looked mostly out of it and had done nothing to alter his appearance, so his hair was mussed and his lips were swollen.
Kagome prayed her husband would be just as oblivious as he had been during her porn career in this resurgence of it.
He eyed the two of them. "…Why are there plates on the floor?"
She looked at the broken dishes and food she had worked so hard to make smeared on the floor. The tablecloth was only half on the table. Oh gods, it looked like she had been fucking her student on their dinner table. If Hojo hadn't come home just then, she probably would have.
"Dropped 'em. Too hot. And then, uh, I tripped." Inuyasha shrugged. "Would twenty bucks cover it?"
Hojo grabbed the remote and turned the television on, painstakingly sitting on the couch in what was mostly a controlled fall.
"You're the Taisho boy, right? Engaged to the Shikon girl. Naraku is my boss."
Inuyasha nodded, dreamy, dazed eyes on a nearly hyperventilating Kagome.
"Yeah. Okay."
"How long have the two of you been together?"
Kagome carefully began to clean the mess on the floor. It didn't seem like Hojo suspected anything. She didn't know whether she was relieved or not.
Inuyasha shrugged. "A while. Let me help you with that, Kagome."
He squatted beside her and quickly picked up every piece of the plates. Kagome gave him a distracted smile and grabbed the pretty much ruined tablecloth, using it to wipe up what remained on the floor.
Hojo shook his head and watched them. "You are far too young to be so seriously involved. You should be out there and having fun, not tying yourself down."
Kagome blew her bangs out of her eyes. "We were younger than Inuyasha is when we got married. I think it's fine."
"Of course you would." Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could hear the eyeroll in his voice. "Trust me, Inuyasha. You're too young."
With a humph, Kagome gathered everything up in the tablecloth and walked to the kitchen.
"Age is irrelevant where love is concerned." Inuyasha trotted after her, hot on her heels.
"Bring us a couple beers from the fridge while you're in there, Inuyasha," Hojo called. "We can talk a little before you go home."
"He's underage," Kagome said sharply as she dumped everything into the trash a little too theatrically and made the half-demon wince at the sound.
"Come on, Kagome," Hojo said. "Don't you remember what it was like at that age? No doubt he's done worse than have a single beer with a respectable adult."
Kagome didn't bother responding, instead turning on the kitchen faucet and angrily beginning to wash the silverware, tossing each utensil into the other side of the sink with a clatter as she went. Inuyasha tentatively picked them up and put them in the dishwasher for her.
"Dunno how you can stand 'im. Two minutes with that bastard and I was ready to claw his stupid fuckin' face off."
She bumped his shoulder with her own, feeling unreasonably giddy and playful. Was it because they had almost been caught?
"Thanks, by the way," she murmured. "For everything. I'm not sure what you're planning as far as Hiten goes, but I think I'm glad I have you with me."
"You know I'd do anything for you. Remember that and trust me. No one will ever force or hurt you again."
The blood rushed to her face and she mentally replayed what they had been doing mere minutes ago before Hojo came in and ruined it all.
"I do owe you one…" She tried to keep herself from sounding suggestive, but it was like Kamiko had been reawakened and was doing a Kagome impression.
"There's a dance coming up. Be my date!"
He sounded so excited that she laughed. Hadn't he realized what she had been implying?
"You're cute." Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek. "But I'm your teacher, remember?"
"Then tutor me for real."
"In what? You're the best of the bunch."
"In you. I wanna learn all about you."
Kagome nearly dropped the dish she was rinsing. Her heart was beating so fast and her knees felt weak. How could one sentence from a vertically challenged psychopath make her react this way? Unless she was just as sick as he was.
"O-okay."
They stood together for a moment, neither of them looking at each other, just enjoying the feeling of being together.
"I'm gonna go out the back way," Inuyasha said finally. "Nothing in the world could get me to go back in there and have a drink with that fucker."
"Be safe," she said.
The half-demon offered his cheek and she kissed it once more. His grin was broad, showing off his dangerous fangs that seemed to charm her more than warn her away. It was such a domestic moment that she almost questioned if it was reality.
As quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.
Now that she was alone again, she frowned. He had asked her to the upcoming dance the kids had been talking about for the past couple weeks. Instead of being firm and telling him she was married, the coy way she phrased her refusal just made it sound like she was trying to avoid getting fired. But that wasn't it at all! Yes, she was confused, and yes, Hojo had been an ass lately, but it wasn't like she was going to throw her whole life away to satisfy the yearning between her legs.
And if she were to step out on Hojo, why would it be with a teenage boy? No staying power, no experience, no creativity. It wouldn't be worth it. Not that cheating was ever worth it and gods, there were so many ways she could go about her marriage problems other than cheating, but why was she even thinking about this? She had other things to worry about. Like Hiten. And her job. And bringing Hojo his beer.
Fuck, Hojo.
"There you go." She put the beer on the coffee table and turned to go back to the kitchen, mind on things she shouldn't be dwelling on.
Hojo grabbed her wrist, right in the spot where he had bruised her before.
"What's up with you?" he asked. "You didn't even open the bottle."
"Oh. Sorry. Just, uh, work stuff."
"Was that Taisho kid giving you trouble?"
"Not really. Inuyasha is sweet."
"I meant academically. No offense to the kid, but he seemed kind of dumb. Guess that's why he needs the tutoring."
"That's a little bold coming from someone who had me doing half their undergrad homework." She almost covered her mouth after she said it. Where the hell had that come from?
"Some would call that smart. I mean, you were willing enough." Hojo was looking at her like she'd grown a second head. "You're different today. Are you on your period or something?"
"Like I said. Work. Stress." Getting abused by an old lover. Almost fucking her teenage student. Wanting to murder her husband for a passing comment about said teenage student. It all took a lot out of her.
"Hope it gets better. I like you better when you're not all hormonal like this."
Kagome was in love with her husband. Hojo. Hojo was her husband and she loved him. Over and over as she ran through her bedtime routine, her love for Hojo repeated in her head. I love Hojo, she thought with every movement of her toothbrush. I love Hojo echoed as she applied her nightly moisturizer. I love Hojo pounded against her skull as she struggled to sleep due to her husband's snores.
I love Hojo, she swore after she got herself off with her fingers to what she wished had happened on her dining room floor earlier that night.
O\o/O
"Miss Higurashi!"
Kagome tried not to sigh audibly and made sure she had her best and brightest smile on her face when she turned around to face her boss.
"Hey there, Mr. Manten. What can I do for you?"
The demon eyed her lunch hungrily before turning a disturbingly similar gaze on her chest.
"How are things? How's your family?"
Damn it all, he wanted small talk. "My husband and I are doing well. He's very busy, you know how lawyers are, but we're still able to find time together."
"Hmmm…" It was almost a moan and he nodded. "Doubtless you've heard the students talking about the dance tonight."
"Yes. They're very excited." What was the point of all this? A feeling of deep horror struck her and she wondered if the principal was going to ask her to the school dance just as Inuyasha had last week at her apartment.
"I was wondering…"
Oh no, it was happening. "Hold on, I've got to check in with my husband. We like to send each other love notes throughout the day." She brought out her phone and pretended to text to try and fool her boss into thinking she was still in the honeymoon phase with her wonderful man. The love note thing was something she had tried earlier in their marriage, but Hojo had participated maybe a couple times before just pretending it never existed.
"Uh, sure?" He waited politely while she took her time. "Ayumi, one of my best teachers, I believe you know her?"
"Yes, we're good friends," she broke in, frustrated with his indirectness.
"Yes, well, she's going to be leaving early today. In a lot of pain apparently, poor thing. But she was one of our chaperones and now we're short. We were already short but now it's that much worse. Miss Higurashi, I'm sorry to have to ask on such short notice, but we really need you to cover the dance tonight."
Kagome chewed her lip, a little relieved the nightmare of being asked to a school dance by her boss was not one she would be living. But she had been doing such a good job lately. At home, she was settling back into that robotic routine that Hojo seemed to crave. Hiten hadn't showed up anywhere near her or otherwise gotten into contact with her. Something superstitious inside her thought that if she just continued to act as though everything was normal, it would stay normal. Going to the dance would open up a whole world she never wanted to fall into.
"You'll be paid double time, of course."
"I'll do it."
He smiled and was visibly relieved. "Good to hear. You were our top request, just so you know. I was beginning to think the students wouldn't attend if you weren't there as well. And then we'd just be out quite a bit of money."
"I'll be there tonight. Seven sharp." The dance was in the gym. One of the bourgeois kids on the dance committee had decided that a "normal" dance would be fun and the gym was done up with actual props from John Hughes movies and High School Musical.
Rather than remembering her own high school days when she and Hojo had snuck off to make out under the bleachers, Kagome instead couldn't stop picturing Inuyasha's face when he had asked her to the dance. He had been so sweet, not taking advantage of her vulnerable state. Hell, she had practically thrown herself at him. He hadn't demanded anything from her, hadn't offered to sneak away to a hotel, hadn't even made any plans for a rendezvous at school. No, he had just offered his cheek for a simple, sweet kiss.
It was driving her fucking crazy.
Why? Inuyasha had been like a mad dog coming after her for months now but the second she started to reciprocate his interest, he just calmed down and acted like nothing was between them. Oh gods, had that been all it was for him? Just a game to see if he could get the washed-up pornstar to abandon her principles and start to want him? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Kagome placed her tray down on the table a little harder than she had intended. It was more like a slam. Her trio of friends winced.
"Everything okay there, Kagome?" Ayumi asked. "You're looking a little…occupied. Everything good at home?"
"Home isn't my problem." For once. Kagome sighed and stared down at her sad crouton-less kale salad, the same thing her friends were eating. "Are you guys chaperoning the dance tonight, too? Manten roped me in last minute."
Yuka and Eri glanced at Ayumi before fixing their eyes on their plates. Ayumi's smile turned tight-lipped and she stabbed at a cherry tomato.
"That's so weird! Mr. Manten told me just this morning that I would no longer be needed and should enjoy my night off."
That was completely different from what the principal had told her.
"Oh gods, Ayumi, I'm sorry. Why would he lie to me like that? If you want, I can talk to him and you can chaperone. I know it's double pay and all."
She looked like she was considering it for a moment before shaking her head. "No, it's fine. If he asked you, it was for a reason, and I'm not going to try and change that. Also, you seem like you need the money more than I do." Her smile offset that last comment and Kagome remembered her friends were from a very different world.
"So, Kagome," Yuka said, eyes lighting up with a glee that was almost mischievous. "What are you going to wear?"
"Uh, this?" She looked down at her tailored gray blouse that only just barely strained at the largest point of her chest, the goldenrod skirt that was similarly form-fitting, and her black heels. It pushed the limits of being work-appropriate, but hadn't Manten kind of asked her to dress this way? She knew what she looked like, and if she needed to take advantage of that to maximize her professional opportunities, then she was absolutely going to do it.
Plus, this outfit had gotten Inuyasha to look at her a little longer when he thought she wasn't looking. A great success compared to yesterday's measly glances.
"You can't!" Yuka said, dropping her fork to the table with a clatter. "Come on, it's going to be fun. Everyone's dressing up, I hear."
"The kids. The kids are dressing up because it's their dance. For them. I'm just there to make sure no one gets pregnant."
Eri laughed. "Like we could stop them from doing anything. Not even if we saw them with matches in their hand trying to burn the whole place down! No, just use the opportunity to get away from home and have a little fun. Dress up, look pretty, and have it appreciated by handsome young men before going back to your familiar old husband."
Kagome forced herself not to look interested. "I'd rather my students didn't 'appreciate' me."
"Uh, I was talking about the staff?" Eri eyed her like Kagome had thrown the whole vibe off and she felt herself flush.
"Hiten was giving you some serious fuck-me looks during Monday's meeting," Ayumi said.
She didn't have to feign disgust. "I'm married."
"So use a condom."
"He's not my type." And hadn't been for a long, long time.
"You know…" Just the way Eri started off her sentence had Kagome's hackles rising. "If I were you, I'd wear a red dress to the dance. That's Inuyasha's favorite color."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Kagome asked, sitting ramrod straight as she glared directly at her friend, asking her without words to say it to her fucking face or shut the fuck up.
"Nothing, nothing," Ayumi said, patting her hand. "Just talk is all."
Eri's brow rose. "It's a lot of talk, though, Kagome. You really didn't know?"
"Know what? Ugh, I don't even care. But what?"
"Some of the teachers," Ayumi said carefully, glancing at the guilty parties, "have a bet going on."
"Regarding?"
"It's just that we know that Inuyasha likes you," Yuka broke in. "Well, everyone knows. And, Kagome, I didn't want to say it, but I think you like him, too. When you're together, you act different. And so does he."
"Well, he's my most difficult student, so I have to be different with him." It came out sounding defensive.
Ayumi gave her an encouraging smile. "I understand, believe me, but it's got some people betting money on how long it's going to take you to sleep with him. Most of the staff is betting on tonight, which is probably why Mr. Manten is having you chaperone, but don't worry, I believe in you and the strength of your marriage, so I bet against it. Maybe just don't wear that red dress. This is just…fine. No one will think you're going to be anything other than the schoolmarm you are in that."
Kagome tried not to visibly deflate as she glanced down at her outfit with new eyes. Darn, and she had really thought this one was a winner. No wonder Inuyasha had been giving her only the slightest bit of attention if she looked frumpy—or worse, like she was trying too hard.
When the rest of the day passed and remained what should have been called normal, Kagome began to panic. Inuyasha wasn't trying to get her alone. He was just talking to his friends, casually slinging his backpack over his shoulder and walking away.
"A word, Mr. Taisho," she called out impulsively.
His left ear flicked and he turned around, giving her a smile that on any other day she would have called sly.
"You finally gonna follow through on that detention you gave me on day one, Kagome?"
It had been so long that she had completely forgotten about that. Suddenly flustered, Kagome realized she didn't have anything planned to say to him. Nervous hands smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt as she got to her feet. Had he grown a little more?
"H-have you been avoiding me?" Oh gods. Oh no, now she had gone and done it. She sounded like she was a teenager herself, that insecure girl who had so desperately wanted to be liked. The girl she had left behind when she had become Kamiko.
His eyes widened in surprise. "You noticed?"
Humiliation mixed with a jealous anger she refused to recognize. "I'm not an idiot, Inuyasha. It's actually a relief not to have you breathing down my neck every time I turn my back to you. Not being sexually—or otherwise—assaulted on a daily basis has also been pretty great. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't return to your bad habits at the dance tonight."
"Manten convinced you to go." It wasn't a question. Had he been the one to request it of the principal?
"He said they were short-handed, so I'll be there. But that doesn't mean you can try anything."
"Manten convinced you," he repeated, eyes unusually blank, "but when I asked you, I got treated like a fuckin' joke."
"Jokes are funny, Inuyasha. You're just sad."
She didn't feel bad for that one until she was out of the building and it finally hit her that he wasn't going to chase after her.
Her entire mood went even further south when she realized Hojo was actually home on time.
"Hey," he said distractedly from the couch, eyes on a gameshow he somehow had himself convinced he could win.
"Uh, hey. You're home early."
"Yeah. Figured we could finally get that 'wine and whine' out of the way."
"Uh huh." Kagome breezed past him and went straight to the bedroom, walking in to the closet and seeing which of her clothes were professional but also fun and sexy but not slutty and also would fit with an eighties theme but not be too corny…
The sound of Hojo's cane striking the floor in the familiar pattern of his limping gait made her shoulder muscles tighten in annoyance. Now he wanted to talk? Now?
"So are you gonna go out and get the wine or do you already have some? I was thinking we could get a pizza and I've still got some beers in the fridge—"
"I'm chaperoning the dance tonight. Sorry it's last minute. The principal asked me personally."
A pause. "Oh. Okay." He sounded relieved and didn't even try to hide it. "I guess some alone time is nice, too. I can catch up on some reading and TV."
"Yeah. Have fun." When he continued to linger, distracting her from picking out the perfect outfit, she sighed. Might as well give in. "You know what? I was thinking about it, and I think the whole wine discussions thing is a little extra right now. Maybe we should just shelve that until we're a little more settled in our routine, yeah?"
"Perfect! I was thinking the exact same thing." Happy to have been dismissed from the first step of the bare minimum in saving their marriage, Hojo painstakingly made his way back to the couch. Kagome would put money on him still being in the same place when she returned however many hours later.
Red dress. Her friends had told her to go with a red dress, since that was his favorite color. But when Inuyasha had picked a dress for her, he had picked that beautiful shimmering twilight sky creation that had enhanced her eyes and the pale gold of her skin in a way nothing ever had before. If she was going to get his attention back on her, back where it belonged, then she was going to have to get creative.
White off-the-shoulder top. A tight leather mini skirt she hadn't worn since her early twenties but would make herself fit in. Thigh-high fishnets. A cropped denim jacket and Doc Martens pushed the look into a sort of early 90's grunge thing, but she didn't care much anymore. For the red, she pulled the old scarf from her high school uniform out of one of her keepsake boxes and tied her hair in a high ponytail.
Her make-up was smoky and seductive, the red lipstick a few shades darker than she normally wore. All along as she prepared herself for a man—a boy, really—who was not her husband, her heart beat like crazy in her chest. It was wrong and it was stupid but she refused to think about all that. It was time for her to do something she wanted, and right now, she wanted Inuyasha to look at her like she was the only woman for him. With a light hand, she applied her perfume, only a sprinkle since his nose was so keen it would pick it up from clear across the school.
With one last look at herself from bottom to top in her closet mirror, Kagome released a shaky breath. She looked hot, and she was definitely pushing the envelope, but risks like this were usually the most successful. All her confidence was going to have to be in play tonight.
"Bye, Hojo!" Kagome called out, consciously wrapping her jacket around herself so she would be as obscured as possible. Why the hell did it feel like she was trying to sneak past her parents on to a date with a boy? It never crossed her mind that she used to leave her house to see Hojo in just the same way. "The dance is over at eleven, but I might have to stay late and clean up."
"Woah, hold on. You're going to the school dressed like that?"
"It's the theme. You know, 80's? I'm going for kind of a Madonna vibe, I guess. It was what I had on short notice."
There was something she didn't like that flashed in the blue eyes she had once loved so much, but then it was gone and there was nothing but that blank blandness that she had married.
"Okay, if you're sure. I just remember a time when you would have rather died than go out like that."
"I'm not a kid anymore, Hojo. I'm not ashamed of my body and I won't hide it. And I'm definitely not going to have this conversation with you. Good night."
The minute she was out, she took the jacket off and stuck it in her tote bag. It was cold and she could feel her hard nipples poke through the inadequate padding of her bra, but she didn't care. Her husband's obvious disapproval had made her feel rebellious and defiant, two things she had never gotten to be as a teenager.
All the way back to school, she tried to dry her sweaty palms on the fuzzy seats of her cheap Uber. The driver kept trying to talk to her but she tuned him out, throwing in an "uh huh" here and there so as not to offend. There were limos in the lot and all manner of fancy luxury vehicles and sports cars, but everyone who was still outside only had eyes for the dinky Toyota Corolla that was her royal carriage for the night.
"Miss Higurashi!"
There were more than a few of her students outside and the thought briefly flitted through her mind that they had been waiting for her arrival. Or had they been told to wait?
"Hi, Miroku," she greeted their unofficial representative casually.
He was in a Michael Jackson Thriller jacket, like half the people there. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, she could tell that he looked her up and down.
"…Going for a Pretty Woman thing?"
She frowned at him. "Madonna," she bit out, pushing past him. "Where's Inuyasha?"
The smirk on his face proved who his best friend was. "Inside. I don't think he ever left."
The gym had been completely transformed into something a little too reminiscent of a John Hughes movie. Her eyes scanned the room and she nodded at one of her co-workers who had approached, someone she vaguely recognized as being the boys' swimming coach. He was handsome even by demon standards but she didn't care, being almost rude in how abrupt her responses were. All she cared about was—
There.
As if on cue, "Crazy for You" by Madonna came on and she pushed her way through horny teen couples, taking the most direct route across the dance floor. Inuyasha was still in his uniform, though the blazer was gone and the tie was completely undone. Kagome forgot all about everything else outside of the boy nursing a red solo cup of jungle juice. There was no job, no husband, no psycho abusive ex. Just him.
It took him much longer than usual to notice her, and for a second she thought he was faking, but then he looked up at her and his eyes widened before blinking slow and out of sync.
Inuyasha was drunk off his ass.
"You're here. An' ya look like you did in I Know Who Kamiko Did Last Summer." The consonants were soft and he was slurring. Kagome wanted to make him lie down in the nurse's office and make sure he slept it off, but she didn't trust herself in a room alone with him and any sort of bed in it.
"Trust you to remember the titles of even my worst films when you're nearly too drunk to stand."
"Here," he handed her his cup. "Drink up. It's easier ta down one o' these than drain a fuckin' bottle of red by yourself every night."
"Fuck off," she hissed. That had been too accurate a barb. Briefly, she considered throwing the drink in his face. But instead, she drained it, mostly to see if she could taste him.
"Dance wi' me." Inuyasha swayed forward suddenly and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Inuyasha!" she pushed his arms away and backed up, wishing she could as easily push away the pleased feeling that filled her when he touched her. "Not in front of everyone."
"Dance with me," he overenunciated, pouting as he tried to make his mouth work right.
It was kind of sweet. Gods help her, but she found herself drawing closer to him. They were magnetic. "I'm working."
He blew a raspberry. "Don' care. C'mon or I'll kiss you in front of alla them."
She was going to protest some more but then he grabbed her wrist and started to drag her away. Glancing worriedly around the room, she saw all her colleagues pointedly staring away from them. Had he done something, or was this normal?
Inuyasha set a punishing pace and she was glad she hadn't worn heels like she had originally intended. Soon, they were in the pool room. It looked more like something that belonged to a five-star hotel than anything a high school would have inside of it. The pool was supposed to be off-limits for the night, but nothing was off-limits to someone like him. Not even her, as she was beginning to realize.
The minute they crossed the threshold he was on her. At first, she had expected a kiss, and her body had been prepared for even more, but all he did was hold her. Hold her and sway. It took her a moment, the shock of being in his arms knocking everything out of her head, but then she realized he was dancing with her like he had said he wanted to before.
"Inuyasha," she said, voice tight as tears came to her eyes.
Kagome's arms tightened around him and she let her head rest on his shoulder. It had been so long. How had she forgotten how good it felt to just be held? How warm it was. How comforting it was. For so long, she had been starving.
"Needa cool off," Inuyasha said as he pulled away from her. "Or I'm gonna end up with another case a fuckin' blue balls."
With a smirk, he started to strip. Kagome's eyes were wide, but she didn't say anything, not even one of her usual token protests. She wanted to see him. Wanted to touch him, feel him, every part of him. First with her hands and then her lips and tongue…
Inuyasha dove into the pool.
"Inuyasha!" she shrieked in reproach as soon as he surfaced, feeling her teacher voice come back just as her hands drifted to her hips. "What are you thinking!?"
He spit some water out and started to float on his back, wearing nothing but some now transparent white cotton boxers.
"Toldja. You got me all hot. Unless you're gonna let me fuck you, I needed ta cool off."
She crouched by the edge of the pool. "You shouldn't go in the water when you've been drinking. You could hurt yourself!"
"So what!" he shot back with more than a little attitude as he swam away. "You don't care about me so I don't care, either."
She sighed in frustration. "Don't be like that, Inuyasha. I… I care. A lot. Way more than I should." He gave her a look that she guessed was meant to be scornful, but he was too drunk to pull off a lie like that, so all she saw was skepticism and hope. He drifted a little closer and she smiled. "I'm grateful to you. For, you know. The last time you were at my house. But you know what? You're really immature, Inuyasha. And infuriating. I know you always think you're doing something good, you always have a reason to justify your behavior, like when you broke into my house and assaulted Hojo and I, but it's not right. It's horrible. And I still care about you. I just wish you wouldn't hurt me, and I wish you wouldn't hurt yourself."
All that could be seen of the half-demon were his big golden eyes and those puppy ears peeking over the edge of the pool.
"…So you don't hate me?" he said, mouth still half in the water so he was blowing bubbles.
For the first time, Kagome thought Inuyasha was cute. Adorable. Her precious little puppy. Not hot or a total bastard. Just cute. Impulsively, she leaned over and put a finger under his chin, tilting his face up and giving him a sweet, chaste kiss that she too easily got lost in. He tasted like five kinds of liquor, chlorine, and just a little bit of salt that she belatedly recognized as tears.
At first, she couldn't tell whether her fall happened because she leaned into him or because he pulled her in. It was probably a little of both. Either way, she wound up splashing into the water alongside her most rebellious student.
Kagome gasped for air when she broke the surface, shaking her sopping wet bangs out of her eyes.
"You jerk!" she sputtered. "I spent over an hour on my hair and make-up and this skirt is leather, you—"
"Shut up," he growled and slammed his lips against hers.
There must not have been anything left of her pride since the only reaction she gave was to moan and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The water in the pool was heated and he was pressing her right up against the wall where warm jets of it sprayed between her legs. She knew her panties had been soaked before she had even touched the water, but now she was completely lost. Inuyasha's fangs nibble on her lower lip and she arched against him, mewling.
"How long can you hold your breath?" he asked, bringing her hand to his crotch.
It was as good as a bucket of ice poured over her head would have been as far as ruining the mood went. Even though she had stopped kissing back, Inuyasha continued to kiss her, his mouth becoming increasingly frantic in his efforts to get her to respond. With a gentle hand on his chest, she pushed him away and heaved herself up over the lip of the pool to sit on the tiled edge.
The two of them just stared at each other and it was the most they had ever communicated even though there were no words exchanged. Inuyasha's face screamed his hurt and loneliness. Kagome almost gasped aloud at the pain she saw there. Never in her life had she wanted to take someone in her arms so badly. But she couldn't. It wasn't like she could be someone he could rely on. Not with how badly he wanted her—and vice versa. All she would do is hurt him more, and she couldn't bear to hurt such a precious person.
His reaction to her rejection was an eerily blank stare that was too much like her husband's.
"Glad you wore white. At least I finally got to see your nipples in person," he said, half his mouth tipped up in a sad smirk.
For once, she didn't blush or throw an acidic comment back his way or try to cover herself. She let him look.
"I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I should go."
"Don't!" His voice echoed and he sounded much younger than he was. In a flash, he was in front of her, arms on either side of her hips but not touching her, looking almost afraid.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, feeling herself start to cry. "I don't know why I ever thought… Gods, what was I thinking? You're too young! So young and you have everything ahead of you. I'm so stupid."
"What did I do?" he asked. It was almost funny how he sounded genuinely lost, like he had no idea why their relationship was insanely inappropriate and how he had been less than gentlemanly during the entirety of their acquaintance.
"You were yourself." He reacted as though she had struck him and flinched, no longer able to meet her eyes. "It's my fault, Inuyasha. Really. I'm… I'm so fucking lonely," she admitted for the first time out loud, the word coming out in a sob. "And I'm miserable. It's my fault. I wanted you to be something different and ever since Hiten came, I've been seeing that something different instead of the real you. You're not my knight in shining armor. You can't fix me. You can't save me. You're just a kid, and this isn't fair to you."
"But I can, Kagome!" he said, hands gripping her calves. "I can change myself and be whatever you want, because that's what I want." There was a new light in his eyes, one that unsettled her. His hold on her tightened and she felt the muscles in her legs twitch, longing to flee. "I already have. I'm working out more because I know you like it. I'm taking supplements and stretching because you like tall guys. I study all the time and paid a Nobel prize-winning mathematician to tutor me because you want a smart guy. You had a lot of experience, so I went out and I matched your body count. I made myself act like one of the guys in your movies because, fuck, Kagome, you always came so hard and you never once faked it and I want to be the guy who makes you feel the best. The one you'd never leave."
Kagome's head was spinning and the heat of the room combined with the overwhelming revelation from her student made her feel faint.
"Inuyasha, no," she whispered, horrified. "No, no, no! I hope none of that is true. Please tell me you didn't…" The thought of him, so young and still in school, seeking out sex partners just so he could keep up with her—with Kamiko—made her feel physically ill. "And why would you try and model yourself after a porn actor's role? What in the world made you think I want to be treated the way men treated Kamiko?"
"You were having fun," he said simply. "But it was more than that. You were letting go. When you were fucking, there was something about you that was always so real. You never wanted to stop and go back to life off-camera. And neither did I."
Kagome made no move to dry her tears, just finally gave in to the rather maternal impulse to smooth a cowlick on the top of Inuyasha's head. Her fingers lingered and she hated herself. Hadn't she done enough? Hadn't she warped his brain, made him into this depraved creature? Why did she want to take even more from him?
Inuyasha took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each of her fingers so tenderly that her tears flowed even faster.
"I've spent my whole life trying to be someone you want, Kagome. Do you? Do you want me?"
"I…" she choked out. "I want to be wanted. Who doesn't? But more than that, I want to be loved, Inuyasha. I don't want to act out fantasies anymore. I want to live them."
With the last of her strength, Kagome snatched back her hand and scrambled to her feet, slip-sliding her way out of the room.
The halls were a blur. She could still hear the pounding of the music but even if she knew the song she wasn't able to recognize it in her current state. In her head, she knew what the right thing to do was. Report herself to the appropriate authorities for inappropriate conduct with a student. Confess all her adulterous occurrences to Hojo. Go away to some sort of remote monastery to do penance for all her many crimes. Never see Inuyasha again. Never touch him again. Never kiss him, talk to him, dance with him, hold him…
Sounds beckoned her to one of the unused sub-divisions of the gym. All she had left to cling to was her teacher persona. First, she was going to make sure these kids got back to the dance where they could be appropriately supervised. Then, she was going to find Manten or whoever and tell him she had food poisoning and needed to bail.
The sign on the door signaled the room as belonging to the Gymnastics Club. The lights were off and she turned the knob in confusion, wondering if she had heard right or was just imagining things. Carefully, she peeked inside, blinking until her eyes adjusted.
The room was dark, only moonlight through the windows giving some illumination. Kagome's ears recognized what was happening before her eyes and brain did. Slapping sounds, heavy breathing, a muffled whimper.
One of her co-workers was fucking a student.
She forgot his name but recognized him from their meetings. Hair like moonlight, almost like Inuyasha's but lighter and longer, cascading down his back in a fine waterfall. The girl underneath him was certainly young, maybe even younger than her class. Her brown hair was in a side ponytail, appropriate for the dance. That and some lace gloves were all that remained of her outfit. The rest had been thrown across the room.
In contrast, the man above her was fully clothed. He thrust into her with deep, lingering strokes. Every time he lunged inside, the slight girl on the desk would let out a moan and squeak, the sound covered up by his hand on her mouth. Her small breasts shook and the desk scraped across the floor every time their hips met.
"You may cum, Rin."
And just like that, she did, her scream of his name caught and kept by the palm of her teacher's hand.
After that, Kagome retreated. The two of them were kissing and snuggling, whispering promises and making plans. It was too intimate a scene for her to stand, and she tottered away on weak knees. So, Sango and Miroku weren't the only ones. How many more? Was everyone getting it on with the teenagers who had been put in their professional care by parents and a society who trusted them? Had any of them lived up to the very low standard of not messing around with their students? What the fuck was wrong with this world she had entered? Everywhere she looked, she was being assaulted by sex and temptation. It had been too easy to picture the teacher and student fucking on that desk to be her and Inuyasha.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or the conversation. Or the general stress. Or that last shocking scene. Okay, all of it. But she was as horny as she was worn out. Tearing herself away from Inuyasha had been a herculean task, one she wasn't sure she could repeat if he were to catch up to her. For that reason alone, she needed to get the hell out of there. She had a feeling no one would reprimand her for leaving. The one who had made sure she would be here in the first place was the one she'd left in the pool. The rest of them answered to him.
One look at her was enough for the driver to step on it and not ask any questions. She tipped him extra for ruining his seats. Fuck, she needed a car.
Her boots squelched on the wood of her foyer and she was dripping in more ways than one. Thank the gods Hojo was in bed, snoring and oblivious. She would rather walk right back outside into the cold night than sleep beside him right now. Panting now with the heat that had overtaken her, she shucked off her clinging wet top and skirt, toeing off her boots as well. Then her bra, then her panties, leaving her in just the thigh-high fishnets. Kagome stared at her reflection in the TV screen and moaned, tears coming to dampen her face anew.
She hated herself.
Her fingers knew what she needed and she collapsed onto the sofa. Her skin was cold even though it burned from within and she warmed herself up, taking one of her breasts into her mouth. Soon, her tongue wasn't enough, and she ran her canines over her nipples, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling. This was what she wanted. Or close enough, anyway. Fuck, she was so wet. Her imagination was powerful tonight and she could feel his clawed hands violating her between her legs, feel those fangs of his kissing her hard peaks, his hot skin pressing into hers.
His voice. She could hear it.
"Fuck, Kagome, that's it, fuck my fingers like the horny bitch you are. I've been watching your clips again and I saw how you squirted in 'Kamiko Babysits the Twins'. Guess what we're gonna do tonight? Ha, cumming already just from that? You're insatiable. I fuckin' love you…"
Kagome sobbed in pleasure and misery when she came. Even as she cried, she kept her fingers going until she came twice, three times. There were pinpricks of light leftover in her vision from her intense orgasm and she blinked to clear them. Only one of them didn't leave.
A tiny red light coming from the potted fern on the shelf above the television. She narrowed her eyes and the tears dried up. If the lights had all been on, she enver would have noticed it.
Kagome smiled as she looked right into the camera. This was something she understood. With a soft moan, she took her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her mouth, sticking them inside and sucking them clean one at a time, humming her enjoyment. Someone was keeping an eye on her. Probably Hiten. For once, that was okay. She knew how to handle him as well as he knew how to handle her.
The cage inside her that had imprisoned Kamiko had broken. Years of denial and neglect coupled with a school full of tasty temptation had sprung the lock. Kagome was done fighting. Especially when the memory of how Inuyasha had looked in those clinging wet transparent boxers came to mind. How had she resisted such a sight? She licked her lips and reached between her legs again. It wouldn't be the last time that night.
Note: Aaaand, we're back! Idk if you guys read my note in the last chapter of TTC, but I lost all the writing I had done this year (very on brand for 2020). I had just reworked the entire plot to Loverboy and finished most of this chapter. I finally fixed it up and I think I remembered everything I wanted to change, more or less. Anyway, sorry this chapter is so rushed but I just reallyreallyreally want to get to the good stuff. Let me know what you think!