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A few rounds of beer later, both Inuyasha and Miroku stumbled back to the hotel. Inuyasha couldn't make out Kagome's scent as the elevator doors opened and he frowned immediately, realizing that that meant that she was still out with the wolf. His shoulders slumped and he exhaled more loudly than he meant to at the undesired image of her with Koga doing… things. Even if he and Miroku had had a good time at the bar, walking back to an empty room was an unwelcome reminder that the person Inuyasha wanted to come back to wasn't there.
Noticing Inuyasha's suddenly sullen expression, Miroku grabbed onto his friend then dragged him into his hotel room with Sango, deciding to keep him company and keep Inuyasha's thoughts off a certain other friend of theirs. "Let's continue this inside my room," Miroku declared, forcing Inuyasha inside and forcefully closing the door behind them, giving the half-demon a well meaning, lopsided grin while Inuyasha scowled back and gingerly removed his friend's hands from him.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes then took a seat on the bed that smelled like Miroku, letting his head roll to the side and giving Sango a half-hearted wave. She was perched on her bed, wearing only a robe, a head towel, and a facemask, watching both of them with a skeptical gaze.
"No please, barge right in on my spa night," she remarked dryly, grabbing the remote and turning down the television. "How was the bar?"
"Ah-mazing!" Miroku sang, plopping down next to Inuyasha, bouncing them both on the bed. "Did you miss us, or rather me, while we were gone?"
"Nah," Sango smiled jokingly before turning to look at her phone.
"Is that Kagome?" Miroku asked.
"Yeah, she's on her way up right now," Sango replied just as there was a gentle knock on the door.
Inuyasha remained fixed on the bed, unwilling to let it show that he was nothing short of ecstatic that Kagome wasn't spending the night with fucking Koga. Though that relief was short-lived as Sango opened the door and the half-demon's nose was assaulted with the undeniable stench of the fleabag masking and marring Kagome's own heavenly aroma. Inuyasha frowned immediately.
"Hey!" Kagome exclaimed, letting out a brief yawn. "Are you all hanging out?"
"Yes," Miroku answered quickly, swatting Inuyasha playfully in an over-excited manner with big violet eyes. "You should join us!"
"Sure, um, is it okay if I take a quick shower?" She asked. "I can still smell suntan lotion all over me from the beach."
Inuyasha snorted, 'right… she can smell the suntan lotion all over her…'
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll still be up," Sango stated. "See you in a bit!"
Kagome waved, casting a quick glance toward Inuyasha who was refusing to look at her. She sighed lightly then rolled her eyes as she turned to leave.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Sango asked, noticing the way Miroku's violet gaze followed her every move throughout the room.
"Just admiring your unrivaled beauty, my dear," he purred, fluttering his eyes quickly while looking at her with a genuine love-struck smile that made Inuyasha want to puke.
Sango brushed him off, grabbing something quickly from her suitcase before darting into the bathroom to change. Miroku watched the action, then leaned back whispering to Inuyasha, "last night… she wore this satin number… and that was it."
Inuyasha rested his head against the wall that adjoined Miroku and Sango's room with his and Kagome's, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Miroku, though, was undeterred and let the words flow freely between them, painting a very vivid picture that the half-demon was not interested in having embedded in his psyche. Inuyasha berated himself internally as Miroku went on and on about how the garment had perfectly outlined Sango's body beneath it. Inuyasha always managed to forget that Miroku was a chatty drunk. Like… the man would just… latch onto something and could talk about it for hours as if he'd written a dissertation on it.
Normally Inuyasha didn't mind and would just pretend to listen, but as Miroku continued to harp on the stunning emerald, satin nightgown Sango had sauntered around in the night before Inuyasha's ears flattened against his head. He loved Sango, truly, as a sister. That relationship was one hundred percent platonic and imagining her striding around in such a sultry manner was not something he wanted to picture. Kagome on the other hand… now that wasn't a terrible image.
'Ugh,' he sighed, pretending not to notice Sango waltz out with a purple piece under her robe that undoubtedly left little to the imagination and would inspire Miroku's drunken conversations for several more nights to come. Now that Inuyasha knew it was all part of a bet, and that his friends were putting on a show, it bothered him less that they began to flirt in front of him on the same bed that he was sitting on.
It bothered him less, but it still bothered him.
"I can leave if you two want some… privacy," he commented flatly, only half-joking.
Miroku nodded vigorously, but Sango stared directly at Inuyasha, "I thought you and Kagome were going to hang out with us?"
"Oh, so the fun begins when she comes back?" He asked, sneering a little, doubtful that being around all three of his friends at once after Kagome probably had a grand ol' time with Koga would make him feel less… jilted.
"Wouldn't be right to start without her…" Sango purred, locking eyes with Inuyasha and raising a skeptical brow while her lips curved up in the tiniest of smiles.
"Uh-huh…" He didn't believe Sango for a second. The truth was, he could hear the shower going through the wall. Kagome was still in it, humming along to something he couldn't quite make out, and even if on a base level he would have been happy to interrupt that and see what she looked like wet and naked, Inuyasha thought it would probably be best to stay put at least until she was fully dressed. Resigning himself, Inuyasha decided to stay where he was until Kagome got out of the shower even if that meant enduring Sango's inquiring gaze and Miroku's depraved ogling. After Kagome got out of the shower, then he would crawl into his bed, pretend none of his fantasies involved her or that shower and repeat the whole repressive process in the morning until his balls fell off from lack of a proper release following his and Kagome's prolonged and godforsaken 'pretending.'
Sango tossed a deck of cards at Inuyasha, startling him out of his thoughts. "What?"
"Let's play a game while we wait for her," Sango insisted, pushing Miroku over to make space for her on the bed.
"Fine," Inuyasha grumbled.
Sango watched closely as he shuffled the cards looking more than a little bored and despondent. Kagome had told her about her date with Koga. Though Sango was sure that there weren't any lasting fireworks between the two, she ground her teeth at the prospect of losing the bet and watching the two morons continue to circle each other endlessly dancing around the fucking obvious until their untimely deaths. 'I may have to get more involved… In for a penny… in for a pound.'
The card game had successfully pulled Inuyasha's attention away from the thoughts of Kagome wet and naked next door - or, worse still, of his thoughts of her with Koga like that - at least until his ear flicked, hearing the squeak of the shower turning off. 'I'll finish this hand then-'
His thought was cut off by the distinct sound of the bed on the other side of the wall behind him squeaking under new weight. Inuyasha shook his head, playing a card and watching Miroku make his move, writing off the sound as Kagome putting her suitcase on top of it or something totally banal and not at all interesting.
Kagome released a heavy breath, staring into her empty room, the steam from the bathroom billowing out into the shared space. Her eyes brushed over Inuyasha's empty bed, then back to hers.
She was completely alone in the room.
Her date with Koga had been fun. He was charming and funny and fuck… he was probably one of the sexiest men Kagome had ever seen. And… and he'd been very forward. It was abundantly clear to her and probably to everyone around them that Koga was doing everything in his power to coax her back to his room with him.
And yet…
She'd turned him down… only to stare at the empty beds in her room with Inuyasha.
Kagome had given him some lame excuse about being tired from such an eventful day then high-tailed it back to the hotel, her skin flushed and heart-pounding because she had one, singular thing on her mind all… fucking… night. And… it wasn't Koga.
Really though… it was much, much worse than just that. From the moment Koga first touched her, from that initial contact that tickled under her skin and sent tingling pulses of yearning through her body, collecting in her core, Kagome had recognized that the only reason she was out with Koga was because she couldn't get what she wanted from who she wanted.
It was a very chilling acknowledgment that still sat grotesquely in her mind.
Kagome felt touch starved and desperate for contact. Spending her entire evening up close, hanging off Inuyasha, and thinking about his lips on her, his hands burning over her body, left Kagome stuck in a mental prison of hedonism while her body sputtered with a wanton need to just plow through the lines that distinguished friends and lovers.
From the very first moment Koga had initiated contact, Kagome had been made all too aware that she had no interest in him. She knew she should have, after all, she had eyes. But her body… her mind… it didn't give two shits about the stud before her that was ready and willing to give her a pleasure she'd only read about in adult romance novels. She wanted to go back to Inuyasha and… 'pretend.'
Standing in her empty room though, mind fixated on all the things she could do to him, Kagome looked around and realized for a brief moment… she didn't need to pretend that she was pretending to be attracted to him because… she was alone. Inuyasha was with their friends. She could be open to herself, in the safe confines of their room about her carnal and unrelenting fantasies to be with her best friend.
Thing was… Kagome was still… tense.
She bit down on her bottom lip, chewing it for a second before tossing her towel on the bathroom floor and reaching for her suitcase. She flopped open the lid, pulling out some comfortable clothes and laying them next to her, staring at them, still chewing on her lip. She swallowed down her nerves, looking around again as if she needed to confirm that she was, in fact, still alone in the room.
Sighing heavily, Kagome made a hasty decision knowing that her friends were expecting her soon-ish. "Okay… we'll make this quick," Kagome murmured to herself. She slid her suitcase back under the bed then climbed up into it, settling into the sheets and staring at the ceiling while she really thought about what she was about to do. Kagome lay there for a moment, mentally berating herself that she was even considering thinking about Inuyasha while she contemplated relieving her tension… but those self-conscious and nervous thoughts quickly fell back and were too easily replaced with images of what she truly wanted. It felt almost more natural to be thinking about her friend and imagining that every touch of Koga's had been Inuyasha's, and how good it would have felt to have had Inuyasha give her so much more.
The bed squeaked a little beneath Kagome again as she took in a long, steadying breath, her eyes closing and a hand sinking between her legs.
Inuyasha smirked, looking down at his cards, realizing that he was seconds from winning. He half expected Kagome to walk in any moment, but instead, his ear flicked again, a very different sound catching his attention, causing the air to catch in his throat. It was soft and muffled but he was sure that he heard a heady, husky sigh through the wall.
He blinked rapidly, confused, before playing a card to prolong the game without really thinking, making Miroku grumble next to him, but Inuyasha didn't give two fucking shits what Miroku's problem was. He was far too interested in what the hell was happening through the wall. Inuyasha's ears pinned back not quite against his head but so that they faced the wall, desperate to make sense of what he just heard when he could have sworn Kagome's voice rasped something gentle yet thick.
Inuyasha swallowed, his gold gaze flitting up and looking over at Sango who was slowly inching her way over to Miroku while Miroku tried to feign that he didn't notice or enjoy her moving closer to him. Inuyasha sighed loudly, irate that it sounded like Kagome was getting off after her date with the fucking wolf and that it looked like Sango and Miroku were trying to get off on each other with him right fucking there. 'Fan-fucking-tastic,' he scoffed about ready to throw his cards down in a tantrum to end his misery, end the game, and go for a long walk away from his so-called 'friends.'
While sitting and waiting for Sango to play her fucking card so he could win then leave, Inuyasha heard Kagome again. Her breaths becoming louder, harder to ignore, each one more stirring than the last, devolving from a steady pace to a litany of moans and mewling that had him praying for an early death.
He bit down on the inside of his cheek still waiting for Sango to play a damn card, but her mulberry eyes were locked in some sick, demented game with Miroku's violet gaze. Each of his friends were staring deeply into the other's eyes, giggling like they weren't in the middle of a card game with Inuyasha.
Inuyasha opened his mouth, ready to snap at them or toss his cards at them or both, honestly, both sounded better, when he picked up on Kagome again. Her voice no longer soft or subdued but rising and helplessly, wantonly, gasping out something over and over. His brows furrowed, anger dissipating as curiosity won out because although he couldn't quite make out the word she was repeating over and over like a fucking prayer, he was sure about one thing; it wasn't the name Koga.
His head tilted to the side. It was longer. Longer than Koga's name and longer than Hojo's name. 'What the hell…'
"Hey, earth to Inuyasha!" Sango commented snidely, "it's your turn."
"Hmm?" He muttered, for a moment before grinning, dropping his last card, and ending the game. "I win."
"Rematch?" Miroku asked.
"Nah, you two kids have fun, I'm going to bed." He announced, quickly getting up and racing out of the room before they started their sick game in front of him again.
Inuyasha shoved his hands in his pocket, walking away from his shared room with Kagome, futilely fighting back any and all racing thoughts of her voice in that unbelievably enchanting rasp brimming with a primal need that had his own lizard brain reeling for control. He pressed the elevator button repeatedly, angrily growling as he waited for the fucking thing while it climbed up the towering hotel at a glacial pace when he heard a loud thud from his room followed by an emphatic cry of pain from the one person he couldn't ignore if he tried.
It had all happened so fast.
One moment she was on her bed, one hand coated in the undeniable evidence of her merciless desire for her best friend and the other hand flying down to join the fight for pleasure.
She was panting like she was running a marathon instead of pleasuring herself in a cheap hotel bedroom in Florida, her face and chest completely flushed, and her body begging for the finale that just kept building.
Which, in hindsight… is probably how it had happened.
She was desperate, at the precipice of something much grander than herself, panting and mewling like she would just die any second without the feelings that the truly debauched images of Inuyasha. Then it had hit, a tidal wave of warmth and pleasure blocking out her senses completely as Kagome lost herself, muscles spasming and a final, drawn-out, cry falling from her lips as reality fell away leaving her at the mercy of her orgasm.
His name just… tumbled out… breathy and wrecked and much louder than she intended.
Her own voice had sounded somewhat distant to her through it all. But the moment she could have a conscious thought again, Kagome snapped her eyes open, all gratification that had followed her release dissipating as shame and fear flooded her senses instead.
"Oh god," Kagome exclaimed softly, sitting up abruptly, wide sapphire eyes looking around frantically, hands coming up to cover her face before remembering that they were wet and coated. "Ah!" Kagome shrieked surprised that her hands were wet on top of the utterly humiliating fact that she'd just moaned out Inuyasha's name, loudly, next door to where he was sitting, after having a really phenomenal self-service session.
Kagome threw her hands out to her sides and away from her face with a force that immediately destabilized her position on her bed.
"No!" Kagome shouted as she tumbled off the bed landing, naked, on her ass, on the floor next to the bed. She cried out a loud and certainly not at all wanton "OW" as she realized how fucking hard the goddam floor was before hearing probably the worst sound possible from a voice she would recognize anywhere.
"Kagome?!"
Ignoring the ding of the elevator doors finally opening, Inuyasha briskly walked over to his hotel suite with Kagome, throwing open the front door. "Kagome?!" He called, his panic immediately falling away when he stepped through the threshold, pausing as he was slapped with a heavy, heated scent that's tinged spice had him near hyperventilating with a carnal need he was already having trouble suppressing and desperate for a rational thought.
Kagome scrambled across the floor, ripping the sheets off her bed to cover herself and ignoring the pain in her ass that had resulted from her tumbling off the bed post-climax, her cheeks burning in embarrassment just as Inuyasha's figure appeared in the doorway to their bedroom. She blinked quickly, swallowing hard, as her chest heaved up and down before she desperately sucked in air, unsuccessfully trying to calm herself.
She bit down hard on her lip, eyes widening as he stood there, in the doorway taking stock of the scene, not moving or backing away like he was supposed to. Inuyasha just stared back at her, head tilted, his own eyes wide and clearly not having expected to find her naked on the floor with a stiff cotton sheet as her only form of cover.
"Uh, were you just… masturbating?" he stammered, nose twitching and mind screaming at him to fucking turn around but he couldn't because the image was just too fucking hilarious and seeing her flushed across her chest like she'd had an amazing time that was just icingon the fucking cake. "Did you really just fall off the bed… while…?" Inuyasha began to ask, shaking his head and attempting to stifle the stunned and slightly manic laugh he could feel building in his chest. "I mean… I knew you were a klutz but fuck, Kagome."
"Wha- n-no! You-you-you're wrong! I-I wasn't-" Kagome stuttered helplessly between biting her lip and glaring at the floor because she couldn't fucking look at him.
"Oh, bullshit!" He laughed, leaning on the doorframe for support, "Kagome, we live together! You think I don't fucking recognize this scent and didn't hear you fall?!"
Kagome's eyes widened as far as they could go while an intense desire to shrivel into nothing and hide under the hotel bed for the rest of eternity gripped her lungs. She swallowed hard as her embarrassment morphed into a ridiculous and yet somehow totally rational and expected fire to preserve some element of dignity.
Reaching across his bed, she grabbed his pillows and threw them at him. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Go sleep on the couch!" Kagome screamed, clutching the sheet against her with one hand, throwing things with the other, and channeling every ounce of humiliation into a scorching glare that just had him laughing harder.
"Oh my god, this is priceless," he exclaimed, blocking a pillow with his arm. "Kagome you literally talk to me through walls at home! Why is this a surprise?!"
"Get out!" She hissed, yanking the sheet off the bed and stomping over to the door before slamming it in his face and slumping against it. Kagome forced her eyes closed and sighed heavily. 'Way to go, girl. Real fucking classy…'
The next morning, Inuyasha was up before Kagome as usual, listening to her pace around the room she'd unceremoniously kicked him out of for the entire evening. Sleeping on the couch had been… not great. It was lumpy and he had a terrible goddam kink in his neck, but Inuyasha was still chuckling to himself over the image of his best friend and favorite fantasy dumbstruck on the floor, barely covered by a stupid sheet and gaping at him like it was his fault she was in that position to begin with.
As he sipped on a cup of coffee that he had originally made when he thought Kagome would come out and before she'd started her annoying ass pacing in the room he had been banished from and still wasn't allowed back in, Inuyasha acknowledged that his night wasn't entirely awful. Seeing her flushed, aroused, and in next to nothing had certainly inspired some pretty eventful and exciting dreams. In the end, sleeping on the couch felt like a small price to pay for the vivid images of her looking at him like that.
Kagome gripped the handle on the door for the fifth time that morning, while nibbling on her bottom lip nervously and holding back a heavy sigh she now knew, unequivocally, that Inuyasha would hear.
In truth, she felt seconds from a full-blown panic attack. He'd come in at probably the worst time. Because it had been right after-
'Oh god…' she groaned internally, 'did he… did he hear that?!'
"Your coffee is getting cold!" He called through the door, rolling his eyes. "And you know Sango and Miroku are going to be looking for us soon!"
Swallowing down the shame and fear that pricked at her under her skin, Kagome opened the door and stepped out, absolutely refusing to meet his gaze as she walked into the kitchen, slowly extending her hands in front of her to grab the mug of lukewarm coffee he'd made her, careful not to actually move into his personal space. "Thanks," she squeaked.
Inuyasha, stared at her, smirking and watching with unabashed amusement as her cheeks tinged pink and he watched her swallow down the coffee slowly, a tense silence hanging between them.
"Really?" He finally groaned, rolling his eyes. "You're just not going to look at me or talk to me now?"
"Mmhmm," Kagome murmured, slowly sipping her coffee again, keeping her gaze firmly on the countertop in front of her, scared of what she might see if she actually dared to look into his haunting amber eyes.
"It's gonna be kinda hard to win the bet that way," Inuyasha commented flatly a frown beginning to replace his prior smirk as his own self-doubt and vulnerability began to pinch his chest.
"Oh man," Kagome bemoaned, lifting her gaze and looking up at the ceiling. "I totally forgot about that."
"We can stop pretending-" Inuyasha began to offer, even though the thought of not getting to see or feel her against him again felt about as good as diving headfirst into a frozen lake during the height of winter and almost sent a painful shiver up through his spine.
"What?! No!" Kagome exclaimed quickly, finally meeting his gaze and having to swallow thickly again. His eyes burned into her and she could feel her chest flushing all over again, the air in her lungs catching as she thought about how his name had breathlessly tumbled out from her lips during her climax that had been so intense, so slow-building and fervent in its height that it had sent her careening onto the floor only to face him a mere minute later as her mind totally and utterly failed her in providing a cover.
'Of course, he heard me cry out his name. He had to have, right?' She thought nervously to herself, searching his eyes for something… but finding that they looked surprisingly… normal.
"Okay…" he answered slowly, brows coming together as Kagome began to practically sink in on herself, becoming lost in toxic thoughts that had him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Stop looking at me like that, would ya? I'm not going to make fun of you or nothing. I don't care."
"What are you talking about?" She asked cautiously.
"You're looking at me like I'm going to push you out the window or something!" He exclaimed, leaning away from her and crossing his arms defensively over his chest, brows knit as his amber gaze gave her a quick once over. He could easily see the tension in her small frame, how she moved slowly and stiffly as if she was worried about doing anything that would offend him. He could hear the shrill of fear and anxiety pulling at her throat when she spoke to him. He hated it. All of it. She had no reason to fear him, especially not for last night.
"Well, I'm a little embarrassed!" Kagome snapped.
"Why?! It's fucking fine!" He exclaimed back at her.
"Wha-what all did you hear?" She asked, suddenly quiet while bringing her cup up to her face as if she was going to take a sip, but quickly flitting her eyes over to him instead and just holding it suspended in the air as if it was a shield or a buffer that would protect her when he inevitably told her that he was now intimately aware of her dirty little secret desire for him and that he was uncomfortable with their friendship because of her insatiable fantasies of riding him until they both passed out and that he was going to move out because he couldn't be around her when she was constantly imagining scenarios with him naked and all over her because she was his friend and friends don't think of each other like that when they touch themselves because-
"I heard you shriek when you fell," he answered, his head tilting to the side in bewilderment.
"But you-you said you heard me-"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly, looking away from her as he spoke. "Yeah, like… it's… your voice is like… garbled through the walls and shit. Like… there's a clear, uh, tone, to it… but… honestly, it's like listening to the parents in Charlie Brown. It's just… breathy-"
"Okay cool, thanks for that explanation," she interrupted, though her entire body relaxed instantaneously and the anxious spiral that had formed in her mind died a quick and painless death, silencing all raging thoughts of their friendship being forever ruined because she had let herself get lost in fantasies that would never be reality.
Kagome breathed out a long sigh of relief. 'Good, so… don't have to worry about that… at least… not right now.'
"Should I be concerned?" Inuyasha asked, surprised and caught off guard by her abrupt relief at his admission that he couldn't make out her words. "What the fuck do you say that's so traumatizing?"
"Don't worry about it!" Kagome snapped, "anyway… the bets. Yes, that's still on, right? You're comfortable with that?"
"Yeah…" he scoffed snidely, taking a sip of his own coffee.
"What's that face for?" she asked, leaning in and talking to him like nothing was wrong, missing the way his pupils dilated ever so slightly when she came closer.
He raised a thick brow, glancing over her again. He would have killed to be a fly on a wall in her mind, but for the time being Inuyasha resigned himself to be happy that she seemed like she wasn't two seconds from drowning herself in the ocean after having been caught slick-handed. "Sango and Miroku were practically making out last night."
"Really?" Her entire face lit up and Kagome bit down on her bottom lip. "Yes!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air out of excitement before cackling. 'I hope you enjoy eating your words Sango!'
Inuyasha watched her, his lips forming a tight line as Kagome laughed with the same mania and enthusiasm as a hyena.
"This is good," she murmured, placing her coffee down and rubbing her hands together. "Very good. We just need to keep it up! Let her think she's going to win so her guard is down." Turning quickly on her heel, Kagome leveled her intense sapphire gaze at Inuyasha. He stared back both relishing and fearing the mischievous glint in her eye. "We need to bring our A-game today, got it? You need to actually act like you're interested in me. Your performance yesterday left me wanting."
Literally. It left her starving for more, but he didn't need to know that…
"Oh, fuck off!" Inuyasha growled, rolling his eyes at her.
"Did you talk to Miroku about the parameters of the bet?" She pressed, ignoring his previous comment.
"Yeah, no hands but everything else is fair game."
"Good, let's make good use of that." Kagome giggled, biting down on her bottom lip, excited at all the new options…
Kagome reclined back in her beach chair, slurping on her "juice," sunglasses tipped just below her eye-line as she watched with an arrogant smirk as Sango lathered Miroku in sunscreen for the… fifth time that morning alone. Though Miroku certainly wasn't complaining, he had the same dumb and giddy smile every time she ran her hands up and down his body, taking extra care along his chest and around the waistband of his swim trunks.
"You probably shouldn't stare like that. At least not at them like that," Inuyasha remarked offhandedly, his gaze facing down, fingers swiping through his phone in boredom.
"Why? They aren't paying attention and I'm savoring our soon-to-be-realized victory in this whole ordeal. God, I cannot believe she had the gall to pretend that she didn't totally want to jump his bones for the last several years," Kagome mumbled back, still taking immeasurable joy in watching her friends canoodle in the sand between Sango's fits of giggles.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, deciding the best response was no response.
A ding pulled Kagome from her savoring early victory and had her reaching for her phone. Inuyasha quietly let his gaze drift over to her, amber eyes immediately narrowing as Kagome smiled, biting down on her lip as her brilliant gaze flitted over the messages that were coming in like rapid fire from a certain wolf.
Inuyasha cleared his throat in a huff, waiting for Kagome to look over at him and watching her smile fade ever so slightly when he interrupted her obvious and loathsome flirting.
"What's your problem?" She asked, barely angling her face away to peer over at Inuyasha.
"Remember this morning… when you told me that I needed to act like I'm interested in you?" He hissed. "And that we needed to bring our 'A' game?"
"Yeah?" Kagome answered dismissively, watching his eyes narrow at her briefly before then dropping to examine her phone. She followed his gaze, shoulders slumping and lips pursing as she realized what he was referring to.
"You need to act like you're interested in me too," he continued. "You can't keep eye-fucking the wolf. They aren't going to buy it."
Sighing loudly, Kagome shoved her phone back in her bag, glowering back at him.
"You're mine for the day," he growled in a heated whisper, leaning forward in his beach chair and maintaining eye contact with her as a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. "You can sext him or whatever the fuck in the evening when Sango and Miroku are making out on his bed."
"That's…" Kagome began, all frustration or irritation at his interruption dissipating as she imagined what it would be like to be his for the day, really and unabashedly his… what it would be like to let him do whatever he pleased… with her… to her… She swallowed thickly, sucking on her bottom lip and gaze becoming unfocused as her mind quickly entered a deep, salacious, debauchery-filled space in the recesses of her imagination. Honestly, Kagome was pretty sure she'd sit and watch Koga drown if that meant she could feel Inuyasha's hands skating across her skin, finding a pleasurable place inside her, in real life.
"What?" He scoffed rudely when Kagome didn't finish her thought out loud, turning away from her, grabbing his own alcoholic beverage disguised as Gatorade and taking a large swig, pretending not to notice the spicy, erotic, and way-too-boner-inducing shift in her scent that began to permeate every fucking inch of air around her. 'Goddammit,' Inuyasha hissed internally.
"That's kind of hot," Kagome giggled, biting down on her lip thinking about Inuyasha doing whatever he wanted to her, her mind still constructing more explicit scenarios that merely served to fuel more steamy daydreams that she made a mental note to revisit for personal time when he wasn't around and/or wouldn't be able to walk in on her immediately after said time.
Inuyasha immediately gagged on his drink, not expecting that to have been her response. He blinked rapidly, hoping that she would interpret the sudden heat he felt coloring his cheeks as a result of the sun or the alcohol. He gulped down his drink, unable to look back over at her as his mind became flooded with his initial images of pinning her against the bed, the couch, the counter, the fucking window in their suite. Hell, he had half a mind to just slip her away to anywhere with even a modicum of cover and just pull her bathing suit strings aside.
"Hey, you okay?" Kagome asked, noticing his strangled expression. "See, this is what I mean! You act like even the idea of me finding you attractive or flirting with you is gross!"
"I'm fine," Inuyasha snapped, glaring over at her. He was, truthfully, about as fine as a snowball in hell, but she didn't need to know that. Not when his swim trunks were just well… they weren't holding up their end of the goddam bargain! The bargain being they needed to mask his… um... well… desires.
"Okay well 'fine' is all nice and dandy, but I need you to act like you have a hard on for me so we can compete with that!" She exclaimed, forcefully waving her hand in the direction of their friends. Miroku had his hands interwoven behind his back but his lips dancing around Sango's ear whispering what Kagome had to assume was something dirty based on the shade of crimson Sango's cheeks were turning. It was sickening. Truly disturbing. And making Kagome all sorts of jealous because she wanted that.
Inuyasha inhaled sharply. Clearly, Kagome wasn't paying attention to his… what did she call it? Man sausage? Dongle? Whatever. Penis. She wasn't paying to that because Inuyasha was almost positive that if she took two seconds to look down that pretending to get a "hard on" for her would be the least of their issues.
"Let's get something to eat, hmm?" Inuyasha deflected, abruptly standing and grabbing his shirt and wallet before Kagome could answer. It was almost noon… ish. It wasn't totally unreasonable to be interested in packing up briefly for food. Or alcohol. Or changing into something that would better conceal his overt and currently pronounced attraction to his best friend who had been nothing short of mortified earlier that morning because he'd caught her in a semi-sexual state.
"Wha-where are you going?!" Kagome sighed in frustration, watching him get up and walk away from her.
"Hey!" Inuyasha spat, watching Miroku and Sango dis-entangle themselves, looking up innocently at him as if they weren't practically dry humping on the beach in front of a bunch of strangers, including a few kids with their camera phones out. "Food. Now."
"I'm good, I have my hands full here," Sango purred.
"Wasn't asking," he growled, stalking up to them. "And we haven't even been downtown yet."
"Why are you so sour?" Miroku groaned, moving away from Sango and rolling his eyes at Inuyasha. "We have the rest of break to go into the city! But the sun-"
"Will still be here later today. And, you're already looking a little over-baked," he growled, as Kagome came up to him, her hand cascading down along his back, lightly caressing the space between his shoulders down to just above his ass, before slowly skimming the pads of her fingers beneath his shirt, along his burning skin, and toward his front.
"Aw, I think he's hangry," Kagome teased, batting her eyes up at him, but Inuyasha wasn't really listening. Her fingers were dancing across his lower abdomen, between what Kagome dubbed the "arrows to heaven." Otherwise known as, to normal people, obliques and commonly referred to as the lower "v."
Inuyasha refused to look down at her, the feeling of her fingers was more than distracting enough, the way they were just… brushing over his heated skin, involuntarily causing the muscles below her tips to clench with delight and expectancy. It was too enjoyable and too dangerous for her hands to be right there, dipping barely below the hem of his waistband, forcing all blood - all blood - to rush from literally every other extremity to one that Inuyasha was desperate to keep contained and safely tucked away.
Growling lowly, pointedly ignoring the way Sango's eyes had dropped, a knowing smirk creeping along that perverted face of hers, Inuyasha abruptly gripped Kagome's shoulders and turned her around with him, so that their backs were facing their other friends. Kagome's hands were forced off of him and she blinked quickly about to berate him for his action when she felt his lips press against her ears with a feather-light touch and warm breath that had the rest of her body shivering, desperate to be enshrouded in every heated pant or growl that he was capable of producing.
"Keep your hands up," he snarled into her ear.
"But-"
"We agreed," Inuyasha hissed.
Kagome sucked on her bottom lip, gradually turning her head so that she was facing him, lips millimeters from his lips, his breath tickling and flushing her cheeks, her sapphire eyes melting into his as he looked at her with nothing short of a wanton heat forcing her heart to thunder in her chest like a racehorse breaking through the gate. Except… she was still locked in the start position. 'Or…'
Smirking, she brushed her lips against his, speaking to him in a seductive whisper, her hands gripping his hips and pulling him flush against her while she pressed into him. Her eyes widened in surprise when their bodies collided, her words catching in her throat as she swiftly realized that her favorite person to fantasize about was… well… hung and definitely turned on.
Giggling at the realization, Kagome pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled up at him. "But," she purred in a slight whine, dropping her thumbs lower and just beneath the hem of his swim trunks, forcing another low growl that she wanted to fucking swim in the sound of. "I'm supposed to find you irresistible, aren't I?"
With her lips still hovering in the air, right in front of his, Inuyasha's gaze dropped. He hated her at that moment. Fucking hated Kagome. Especially because he'd seen her gaze widen for a split second, her pupils swelling with excitement when she'd pushed her hips flush against his, undoubtedly realizing to some extent that he didn't need to pretend to have a hard on. Mission fucking accomplished there. But… he hadn't been expecting her to… like that. Shock, sure, that was anticipated, easily foreseeable, but to see the elation in her expression - the way her smile looked just a bit more real, the way her heartbeat quickened just a tad, the way the air had caught in her throat - was not even something in the realm of possibility that he'd been predicting. Standing there, staring at the lips that he wanted to become brazenly familiar with, Inuyasha felt… fuzzy.
His brain wasn't working.
It was crashing in a fiery blaze of glory on a public beach, with Sango and Miroku watching, and some damn kids with camera phones just a little too close…
Ignoring the way his brain started to screech at him, Inuyasha's gold gaze dipped to the side, watching in slow motion as his hands, that he'd lost control of, moved through the air unsupervised, unaided, aiming for Kagome's porcelain cheeks that he was positive were fucking softer than a goddam chinchilla. As if Inuyasha was a spectator to his own actions, he watched in horror, clawed tips catching off the sun, his hands intending to come up and sift through Kagome's hair so he could kiss her until they both fucking drowned on dry land.
With the very last vestige of strength he had, Inuyasha forced his hands off course, curving them and digging those traitorous beasts into his own hair, pulling tightly on the silver strands and forcing a strained smile.
"Food. I need food," Inuyasha croaked.
"Sure you do," Sango muttered smugly from several feet away.
Miroku crossed his arms over his chest, huffing as he walked toward their things with Sango. He had been watching Inuyasha's hands move of their own accord, violet eyes wide and smile wider. He and Sango had been sure they were seconds from winning their respective bets. That was until the half-demon had awkwardly forced his hands up and away from Kagome.
"Okay then," Kagome murmured, still way too fucking close. She dipped her head, pulling her lips away from him, but a single hand came up, caressing his cheek, her lips pressing a kiss against the curve of his jaw. "I guess I could eat," she continued, kissing a trail across his jaw until she connected with the soft flesh of his neck.
She stepped away then, straightening her back and laughing as she walked toward the sidewalk.
Inuyasha released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and stared at the now empty space in front of him. His gaze flickered up to Miroku who was sighing heavily and, not for the first time, Inuyasha began imaging ways to slowly, painfully, murder his friend. That and trying to picture Sesshomaru in drag as a way of getting his goddam body to chill the fuck out.
Kagome walked in step with Inuyasha along the sidewalk, a mischievous smirk plastered along her sun-kissed face, hips swaying with a little extra oomph purposely added into every step. Inuyasha was shaking his head, gold eyes rolling to the side while Kagome giggled and wiggled her fingers inside the back pocket of the shorts he'd changed into when they were dropping their beach things off at the hotel.
"What?" She chuckled, looking up at him and having entirely too much fun fondling his ass as Sango and Miroku walked ahead of them, completely oblivious. "It's firmer than I expected it to be…"
He sighed loudly, refusing to look at her. This technically was allowed. He hadn't banned her from squeezing his ass. He was only slightly regretting it now. She was more than a little distracting and Kagome seemed fucking hell-bent on making it impossible for him to walk.
"What do you want to eat?" Sango called from ahead, barely looking over her shoulder as she asked.
Inuyasha crinkled his nose, looking around at the different options, most of them some form of Latin flare food. 'Where the hell can a guy get a bowl of ramen when he needs it?'
"Hello?" Sango called again, this time actually taking a beat to look at the half-demon. "You were adamant about getting food-"
"I'm looking!" He snapped, narrowing his gaze before Kagome pinched his butt cheek between the fabric causing him to jump and yelp. "What the fuck?!"
"Don't be rude," she teased, sapphire eyes dragging up and down his frame while her mind briefly revisited the feeling of him pressed against her not an hour earlier. Inuyasha stepped away from her, a low growl communicating his displeasure with her most recent goading. "Oh come on," Kagome purred, walking up to him and looping her arm through his. "Did that really upset you? I promise I'll be more gentle…"
Inuyasha glared down at her and her mocking tone. He didn't want gentle… He also didn't want public.
"Cool, while you guys figure out the food thing," Miroku began, violet eyes wide with excitement and glittering with a devious glee, "Sango and I are going to go explore that store. Bye!"
"What store-" Kagome began, watching the two of them disappear through the doors and briefly feeling the air conditioning brush along her skin. She looked up, shoulders immediately slumping and rolling her eyes. "Of course…"
Inuyasha snorted, staring at the sign and the warning posted outside the shop indicating that it was an 18+ establishment. Just in case the name didn't quite give that away: Jizzney Land. 'When in Florida…'
"Cool, so I'm just going to sit out here-" Kagome muttered moving away from the door and pausing only when she realized Inuyasha wasn't moving with her. "Really? Don't tell me you actually want to go in there?!"
"Oh," he laughed, turning toward her, molten amber eyes dancing over her with a single black brow raised, "so you're okay openly masturbating in our shared hotel room but you're uncomfortable going into a sex shop? What a turn of events…"
"Hey!" Kagome blushed instantly before swatting him. "You promised you wouldn't make fun of me for that!"
"I'm making fun of you for being such a prude about goddam Jizzney Land, not for pleasuring yourself," Inuyasha replied, a hand waving flippantly around and pointing at the storefront. "What? You don't want to see what magical rides are inside?" He asked, unable to stop his chuckle as Kagome's face only continued to sour.
"You're having too much fun with this," she hissed, pulling her arm out of his and crossing her now free arms over her chest, looking down and away from him.
"Really? Because I don't think you're having enough fun with it!" Inuyasha answered, "I mean… when else are we going to have the opportunity to go to… Jizzney Land… Do you think they have mascots in there? Like Donald Fuck or Dickie Mouse?" He continued, finding himself hilarious.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome whisper yelled, looking around self-consciously at the other patrons walking by who were gawking at his crass statements and lewd characterizations of beloved cartoon characters.
"Okay, stay out here all by yourself…" he teased, waving before walking toward the door.
"Fine," Kagome whined, walking up next to him and pouting but not before giving his butt another pinch as payback.
He opened the door and Kagome walked inside, pausing when she saw that the store did, in fact, have mascots. Inuyasha cackled behind her, evidently finding the entire thing endlessly entertaining.
"Hey," she jeered, sapphire eyes locking with his as she spoke in a thick, potent murmur, "don't make me put you on a leash."
She'd meant it more as a joke than anything else, but Kagome was not prepared for his quick rebuttal or the way he had rasped it out in a heady whisper next to her ear, as he moved around her, "don't make promises you can't keep Ka-go-me… Plus, if anyone needs to be bound and reminded of our goal… it's you."
Kagome swallowed thickly, biting down on her lip, sapphire gaze watching as he moved by her down the aisle, not so much as looking back at her as he did so. No, his eyes skimmed over the top of the displays for Miroku and Sango which was probably for the best as her mind careened into dark, lustful fantasies of him tying her down and having his way with her. She wasn't normally a fan of the concept of bondage, but when he had mentioned it… suddenly the whole thing didn't seem quite as unappealing as it had moments earlier…
She watched as he paused in his step, nose twitching before he looked back at her, brows tightly knit together and gaze overwhelming in its heat and the way it incited a flush to color her skin. Kagome looked back, her heart racing in her chest, candidly meeting his stare, captivated and dying to know what emotions and thoughts were swirling behind that look he was giving her.
He didn't say anything though. Inuyasha held her gaze for a moment longer, his head slowly tilting to the side before he turned back around to get his dumbass friends, or see if he'd finally won the fucking bet. The truth was, he didn't really know what to say. He'd expect a squeal of indignation or a quick "ew" not for her to… like it. At least… that's what he thought because the shift in her scent was closer to her aroused state the night prior than her fear from that morning or the scent of her default lack of interest that he knew well. No, Kagome had smelled… exquisite, standing there awkwardly in the middle of fucking Jizzney Land, her cheeks rosy and eyes dark with something hot and stirring.
Inuyasha walked away and Kagome chewed on her lip, her entire body relaxing with him out of sight. 'Fuck,' she thought to herself, feeling that terrible, insistent ache of longing form a goddam pit in her stomach. 'This week… is going to kill me.'
Sapphire eyes scanned across the products immediately around her. Still nibbling on her lip, Kagome nervously looked around her periphery. She had never considered herself a prude, but… she swallowed harshly realizing she had no idea what more than half of the shit was or how to use it. Shoulders slumping, but belly still aching with an intense heat that crawled under her skin demanding to be heard, Kagome took a step around the aisle. Inuyasha was out of sight, somewhere deeper in the store, likely focused on their idiot friends and unable to judge her.
'If I move fast…' Kagome thought to herself, eyes flitting up and searching for the object of her fantasies relaxing incrementally when she didn't see him. She moved quietly down the shelves lined with sex toys until she came across a wall of vibrators and more, well, tame items. Checking around her again, silently listening for voices she might recognize or footsteps, Kagome paused. She brought her gaze to the wall, quickly grabbing a bullet vibrator and hiding it behind her back before oh so slowly, carefully, backing toward the register where a bored-looking man in a Hawaiian shirt stood eyeing a magazine.
Eyes peeled and mercilessly scanning around her for her friends, mainly the half-demon whose image had all but forced her to buy the vibrator to meet the ever growing need of her unhealthy and newfound obsession for imaging him tied up or him tying her up then…
"What the hell?" Kagome murmured, her hands brushing on something soft and smooth. Looking over in the direction that Inuyasha had disappeared in and seeing that the coast was still clear, Kagome turned, grinning mischievously at the satin strip of fabric. Checking around her again, Kagome grabbed the cloth and walk-sprinted to the counter.
"Will that be all?" The cashier asked, barely looking up from his 'reading.'
"Yes," Kagome answered confidently but quietly, biting her lip as she slid over her card and tossed her gaze over her shoulder, her heart pounding in her chest with a thrill of excitement ringing through her before shoving her new purchases into the covered safety of her bag and resuming her prior position by the door just as her friends came into view.