Chapter 47: A' La Minute
It was a mess.
A beautiful mess.
Vibrant reds and oranges marred the white paper covered floor in various disarray. The orange and pink sunset light shined through the large windows of her loft, giving the room an intimate glow. A few rain clouds moved into view but the light still shined inside. Dazzling soft pale skin in a splash of warm colors. Glasses of water rippled with the soft movement of her bare feet upon the wood floor. The oil paints now sat on their pedestal watching the final act to a creative endeavor that left the tired artist in the climax of her own doing. The brush was no longer needed as her long slender fingers swiped across the canvas. Her heart saw the product before her mind could comprehend. What a space to be in.
Vivaldi…Four Seasons Concerto Number 4 in F Minor echoed in the empty space as the tall woman painted her heart out. Silent tears fell down her hallow cheeks and dropped off high cheekbones as she concentrated on the emotional display of her work. Her last piece was upon her. And what a glorious piece it was. All of her frustration, sadness, and anger was chaotically painted upon the canvas in a modern adaption of her 1980's muse. Basquiat would have been proud…well she'd like to think.
Golden eyes watched in fascination in the doorway as the woman painted her heart out. Her movements were growing frantic and the painful sounds of her heartbreak, mourning, forgiveness, and redemption poured from her lips as she gave the canvas more strokes of her fingers. His eyes took in her long hair wrapped around a precarious bun that hung off the side. Fly-away pieces of hair framed her face beautifully as she moved about. Her white shirt and jean shorts were covered in paint. Her long legs did not go unscathed as well. Kikyo was falling apart and putting herself back together beautifully right before him.
The violin continued its ascension as she painted. Entranced, he moved to stand with his back to the wall. She didn't answer anyone's phone calls which prompted his impromptu arrival. Kagura called him trying to get in touch with Kikyo but he found that he too wasn't able to get through. The bags of takeout he knew she liked sat forgotten in the kitchen. The loft was dark with the sounds of an orchestra blaring from her art room. Clearly, she was locked in the arms of her passion and in the process of healing. His eyes watched as she cried and painted. Hiccups and sobs burst from her lips as she continued on. The scent of salt, oils, paint, and roses brushed his sensitive nose. The desire to reach out and see if she was well, filled him. However, after watching her work…he realized that this was all a process. One that did not need disturbance. And so, he watched silently with an aching.
The violin reached a crescendo. Kikyo swiped a few more times with blurred vision and an open heart as she made the final touches to her work. Upon completing her work, she took a few steps back and looked at the canvas. She stumbled a bit and fell backwards onto her but right as Vilvaldi came to a conclusion. The remaining tears, fell from her damp eyelashes. The freedom to exist, guided their descent down her face and onto her white shirt. Her heart beat lighter as she looked upon her work. The final canvas sat before her, with a space left unfinished. Symbolism of her fate. Her brown eyes raked her finished product as it sat in the midst of his brethren surrounding the room, wrapped in plastic and white cloth.
Kikyo gulped a deep breath into her lungs and wiped her face. Completion of one of her biggest projects, sat in her bosom. Her body felt lighter after this final session. The music played its final notes and then left her in silence. Her mind was oddly empty as she stared at her work. It was done. Her world was painted upon canvas and left to the interpretation of the world. The hard part now would come. Judgement.
"Beautiful."
Kikyo snapped from her thoughts and spun around on the floor. "Inuyasha". She breathed out breathlessly. Her hands came up quickly to wipe her face. Embarrassment and remnants of insanity colored her cheeks. Her eyes darted to her phone where the music was playing. "Turn Music Off!" She yelled as she moved to get up only to see Inuyasha's feet approach her and his legs bent to sit down. His legs crossed in his customary lotus sitting style and the scent of the forest hit her nose. She opened her mouth to say something but his hands had come up to wipe underneath her eyes. A sigh left her lips and she moved her mouth to kiss his calloused palm.
"I'm ok." She muttered. Feeling as if she owed him an explanation for what he witnessed.
"I know." He affirmed seeing the shift in her aura as she sat next to him. His hands moved to hold hers as his eyes drifted to her work. So much emotion was there on that canvas. He could practically see her feelings and point them out with each shade. The reds and the blue hues stood out the most in this contemporary piece. A final declaration from Kikyo about this life and what she would take from it. He never thought he would be one that was into art or anything objective as much as fine art and creativity. He loved to create things with his hands however, so he understood the creative process and desire to express the soul at least. However, seeing this piece…a reflection of the love of his life's soul on canvas, changed something in him. He wanted all of these pieces. All of this work reflected the love of his life that would go on sale to the highest bidder. But this last piece. He wouldn't let her do this. He wanted it. He wanted her soul and her heart. Inuyasha looked back at her to see her brown eyes watching him. Studying him. Her shoulders tensed as if she expected him to judge her.
He smirked and leaned in, stealing a quick kiss from her lips. Her shoulders sagged a bit and he pulled away slightly. "Save this one painting for me." He muttered before going back in and kissing her lips.
Kikyo smiled against him and pulled back slightly. Her messy bangs brushed against her forehead and his. "This one…is not for sale…"
Inuyasha pushed with his lips and forced Kikyo to lie back as he hovered over her. His hands rested at the sides of her shoulders. Long strands of silver hair curtained around her body. Her hands came upon to rest upon his chest as she tried his best to negotiate through their kiss. Inuyasha pulled back and looked down at her. Humor and adoration lifted the corner of her eyes and slightly reddened lips. The paper underneath their bodies crinkled. His hands resisted the urge to lift after realizing that he had rested them in droplets of wet paint. None of that mattered as he gazed down at the beautiful, strong, and humanly woman laying beneath him. How blessed was he to be surrounded by her soul, captured on canvas? "What can I do to change your mind?" He asked hoarsely as he bent his elbows to lower himself and lightly brush his nose against hers.
Kikyo smiled at this and rubbed her nose back, acknowledging his affection and accepting his love. What a long way she had come from being self-deprecating. Her belly rolled with desire and heat built in her veins from the contact. Her thighs shifted to bring her legs up and around his torso. Her hands came up to cup his cheeks and roam around his neck to entangle in his hair. The red paint from her fingers coated his tan skin under the lasting light of the sun. "What are you willing to bid?" she muttered before leaning up to kiss the sides of his mouth.
Inuyasha growled and dropped some of his weight against her. He felt her arms wrap around him and her pelvis come up to rub against him. The jean shorts she wore antagonized him horribly as he felt the material stiffen him more. Her chest rubbed against him and the hard peaks of her breasts brought awareness to her braless chest. He lifted himself up, using his core, knees, and legs to hold his body up away from her. He sat up and pulled his black cotton t-shirt off of his body and tossed it away somewhere.
Not to be left waiting, Kikyo reached down and quickly removed her painted shirt. Her breasts were freed and bounced from the movement. The cool air hit both of their skin. Tiny pebbled goosebumps layered their flesh. They shared a glance and knowing passed between them. Inuyasha looked down and gripped her torso. Purple finger prints detailed his historic movement along her body. He looked down to see her own fingers dance along his abdomen. A trail of dried red paint followed as she moved to discover knew territory. He watched and shivered at her touch. The electricity brimming underneath her fingers brought excitement and rush to his manhood. The tent in his jeans left very little doubt in Kikyo regarding the affect she had on the inu-male.
Inuyasha's hands roamed upwards and grasped her round orbs lightly before rubbing them assuredly. Kikyo's head tiled back in relief and desire. Her hands wondered from his shoulders and down his arms. Her hands wrapped around his to persuade his actions. Red and purple paint entwined along fingers and skin. Inuyasha leaned down and kissed his way from her lips to her chest. His warm breath glided along with his lips and tongue. He glanced up to see Kikyo watch him in anticipation. He maintained eye contact as he took in a taut nipple in his mouth and suckled hard.
Kikyo lifted her butt off the ground and her hands left his to trail into his hair. She gripped the back of his head hard. The feel of his wet tongue and the tension from his mouth left her pussy quivering. She rubbed herself against him, and sighed at the short relief she felt. Every time he pulled at an abused nipple, she felt the hot pulling in her abdomen. A fang brushed her sensitive areola and her head tossed back. Longing rushed her fingers and hands through his hair and massaged the soft skin at the base of his skull. Inuyasha lavished her chest with kisses, suckles, and nibbles. The scent of her arousal was heady and filled his lungs. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him now and were working to push down his pants. Her feet was working to push them off of his body. The edge of his worn jeans rested on the lower V of his pelvis. Painfully pulling along his hardened member.
Inuyasha pulled away made his way back to kiss Kikyo's lips. Their lips broke the silence in the room as they both reached to help each other take off the remaining clothes that they had on. Paint fell and more of it covered their hands and bodies as they shifted and moved. Inuyasha's golden eyes had taken on a pinkish hue. He lost himself in the arms of his lover. His hands had reached and yanked down the jean shorts off her body. The crinkle of paper disrupted their sounds before being overpowered. Kikyo kissed every inch she could reach. Gathering the momentum and strength, she pushed and rolled Inuyasha onto his back. Desire, lust, and tenderness reflected in his gaze. His heady expression roamed her pale skin.
Kikyo sat on his hips with her moist heat rubbing against him. Inuyasha could feel himself jump at every tiny motion she made. Her wet heat slid against him and had him hissing beneath her. Anticipation built heat into his core. It took everything of him not to toss her down and take her in this room. Hand and finger prints covered her from her face to her ribs to her hips. His hands roamed leaving a wet trail of paint in multicolored hues. Purple and blue now covered his fingers. He massaged the dimples in her abdomen and then moved to grab a firm hold of her butt cheeks.
Kikyo gasped and tilted forward. She caught herself on his muscular chest. Red and black paint covered her fingers and left a trail down his front. She pushed back into his grasp and moaned loudly. She lifted her ass and moved in a circular motion, feeling his hands grab tightly to stop her from moving. Fingers brushed through her hair and the messy bun came down. She bent to kiss Inuyasha heatedly on the lips. Their tongues coming out to dance and connect. Heavy breathing and moans filled the air. Kikyo leaned away and kissed her way sloppily down his body. Her wet heat glided along his thigh and leg until her moist lips made contact with his red hard dick. In a quick motion, she had taken him into her hot mouth.
Inuyasha closed his eyes at the contact. He felt himself swelling at the heat, vibration, and slickness that pulled and pushed on him. His hands reached down to run through her hair and guide her head up and down his shaft. He looked to see her expertly take him in and release softly. A repetitive rhythm had him whimpering and pushing her head down towards the base of him. Kikyo worked him in her mouth, barely taking him all in. Her hand came up and massaged the base of him. Her hands gripped his balls and felt him contract.
Her eyes grew wide when he quickly tilted her head back and off of him. Kikyo saw his chest heavily rise and fall. Glowing red eyes glared down at her. His breath came in pants and his dick stood proudly inflamed before them both. Confusion drifted into her gaze before she was quickly grabbed and shifted. Her world spun until she found herself backwards on her hands and knees facing the window. She looked down to see Inuyasha's head beneath her thighs. He made brief eye contact with her until he languidly stuck his tongue out and dragged it between her wet silky folds. A cry fell from her lips and her hips shifted. He reached up to hold her thighs still as she rocked back trying to capture more of his mouth. His tongue made light work until he found the source of her nectar.
Kikyo felt his tongue glide inside of her and her legs nearly buckled. His tongue roamed around discovering her insides before sliding out to pay homage to her nub. She tasted delicious against his tastebuds. Her wet walls quivered around his tongue as he indulged. He pushed his tongue further deep inside of her and suckled at the same time. A cry left her lips and she sat up. His hands came to support her weight. Kikyo sat on his face and rode his tongue. His mouth showed her exactly what he had been wanting to do for months. She bounced on top and gripped her breasts in both of her hands. Her head tossed back at the feel of him reaching to touch every intimate and uncharted territory he could find. Slick sounds and pants bounced on the walls. A tight coil in her belly tightened. His hands gripped her and pulled her labia wider so he could get more. Already drips of moisture leaked from her core until he sucked extra hard on her clit. Her vision darkened and her mouth opened wide as she came.
Colors danced and the darkness retracted. Oxygen left her and ran. She fought her best to catch it. The cool air touched her body and brought attention to the sweat now glistening on her skin. The stickiness of the paper met her back and she relaxed into the cool hard surface. Her eyes opened and she looked up to see Inuyasha stroking himself above her. His heat standing erect with cum dripping from the tip. She watched in awe as he stroked his mushroom head, his dick standing up like a rocket ready to take off. He sat in his hindlegs waiting and watching her. A questioning and hazard expression marred his face. Kikyo blinked a few times to catch herself up into the moment. Her mind jogged her up to speed. A smile came to her lips and appreciation lifted her eyes. He waited for her answer. He gave her agency to decide how far they would go.
Inuyasha watched her a bit timidly. He couldn't forget what all she went through. He would not be part of the problem. He would not add onto her trauma. He didn't know a lot about women emotionally but he knew she needed to be the driver of their passion. Looking down at her was a test to his patience and nature. She was gloriously displayed like one of her paintings. For once she was bare and free. Her face was emotive and her skin held so many hues from the paints and her own emotions. The sunset outside casted her skin in a beautiful sunset glow. She was happy, deliriously so. Her aura was bright and no longer melancholy. She was free and stared up at him with longing and trust. To take some of the edge off, he reached for his dick and began to relieve himself.
Warm hands reached between his and helped him in his lustful efforts before pulling him towards the place he longed to bury deep inside. His eyes widened and a loud gulp left his throat as Kikyo shifted her pelvis up to meet him. Her wet puffy pussy throbbed and glided along him. He held his breath and watched her take control. Kikyo held his gaze as well.
"Well…aren't you going to put in another bid?" She asked lightly. Rosy hues dusted her cheeks as she nodded down encouragingly.
Inuyasha smirked and shifted forward, holding his shaft at her entrance. The tip of him rested inside her pussy. He bent down and hovered over her, drawing her close to his body and into a sweet kiss. She gripped his back and lifted her hips forward, aiding his dissention into her lusting and wanting body. Inuyasha pulled back from their kiss to grip her around her body. He looked into her eyes and bent down to nuzzle the space along her neck. His voice muffled into the soft skin of her neck. "I'm not just making a bid." He lifted his head up and stared down at her wide eyes. "I'm bidding for you, Kikyo. This is my bid to have you. And I'm not some guy fucking you. I'm making love to you. I want you."
Kikyo's eyes widened and her mouth opened to say something. Her words were lost in a "Oh" as he pushed immediately inside of her in a quick thrust. Her legs widened and slacked along the sides of his hip bones and rested there. Her arms reached up and held him as he moved deeper inside of her. The muscles in his jaw and arms strained as he focused on the movement of his body and hers. Sweat coated Inuyasha's brow as he tried his best to keep himself in control. She was so tight, warm, and wet as he moved deeper. Her walls clutched him tightly and sucked him inside. His head hung a bit as he relished in being deep inside of her. Inside the woman he wanted more than anything in the world.
Inuyasha was well endowed and girthy. He filled her up and moved within her, filling her so deliciously. The slick juices from her folds made it easy for him to glide in and out. Her body jumped and rocked with each pull and push of his pelvis. Her feet planted in the paper and she used the friction to move with him, drawing him deeper. He moved with power much like how he did with everything else. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead and his hair stuck to their skin. Her moans and his groans along with the crinkling of the paper echoed. Inuyasha's claws shredded the paper a bit as he grounded himself into Kikyo's moist heat.
Inuyasha loved the feeling of her surrounding him. His motions at first were slow and quick. He dragged himself out before thrusting into her fully again. His blood swam hot through his veins. He took in the sight of her features locked into passion and bliss. Concentration dented her brow a bit. Her mouth was slightly open muttering his name and the heavenly father. Her scent took on a spicy twang and coated his tongue. A savory ambrosia settled onto his palate from the juices that spilt earlier from her core. She smelled, tasted, and felt divine. His fingers gripped her skin tightly as he bucked inside of her. His aura seeped from his skin and layered onto hers. The electric feel of her own aura rose up and lightly grazed him. Tiny shocks along his spine, thighs, and abdomen had his balls tightening again to fill her up with all of his seed.
Kikyo was so much for him. She was more than enough. He doubted he would ever exhaust himself of this woman. The miko. The human. The artist. The survivor. The warrior. His friend and now lover. He wanted this forever. But he needed her to be sure of him and his affection for her. He was gruff and granted he had his own emotional baggage to deal with. But he was trying. And he would put in his best effort daily for her. If it meant she would be with him. He bent down and gripped her tightly. His knees came up and Inuyasha proceeded to pound into her. Kikyo held on tightly with everything she had. She felt him as deep as if he was reaching into her womb himself. The idea of him burying his claim there had tears of joy sliding from the corner of her eyes.
The coil in her belly tightened again. Her heartrate quickened and beat loudly in her ears. The edges of her orgasm was peaking. Her breasts bounced against him as he took her there on the floor surrounded by her art, her emotions, and her soul. The wetness she could feel leaking from her pussy made her tighten her core muscles around him. She gripped him tighter and moved her hips to chase her dream. Inuyasha heard her call and thrusted faster inside of her. His balls hit her repeatedly, adding onto her craving for completion. The desire and her bodily wishes spilled from her lips.
Inuyasha felt her tighten painfully around him. He gripped her firmly and buried his nose into her neck. Her scent filled him and his fangs protruded from the gums in his jaw. The need to claim her had his aura spilling out of him and layering the room thickly. He knew everyone within the district would feel his power but to hell with it. He was lost in her and he wanted her to know only she had this power over him.
He thrusted and bent down to her ear. "I love you, Kikyo." He whispered and pounded into her again. His balls clutched and released. Kikyo's eyes shot open and his name was throttled from her throat for all to hear. Hot cum from his core spilled deep side of her. Coating her walls like the canvases she painted.
Kikyo orgasmed hard. The universe imploded and then exploded out. His words echoing in her ears she clutched onto him. Her breath came out in hard gasps. Her heart felt like It was trying to leap out of the cavern nested in her chest. His hot seed filled her up. His breath along her skin had her reaching for him and rubbing every inch she could reach. Her hands and fingers trailed form his sweaty back to the back of his head, holding him to her. She pulled him down encouragingly for him to rest his body onto top of hers. His weight fell onto her welcomingly and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him still. Furry ears brushed the side of her cheek and she reached to rub them both gently.
Kikyo grabbed his face and looked at him in the eyes. He panted hard against her. Pink eyes searching hers. His cheeks were flushed and the appearance of his legacy Inu features tattooed his face. She bent down and kissed his temple and everywhere else she could. She brushed his hair back from the sides of his face. Remnants of paint covered him and she smiled at his expression and the knowledge that they would battle the pain in his hair later.
Kikyo affectionately rubbed the back of his neck and listened to their breathing. His words echoed in her mind and heart. A swelling in her chest almost pushed forward tears of happiness. Something she hadn't felt in what felt like a lifetime spurred inside of her. Her eyes drifted down to Inuyasha who was looking at her rather sheepishly. His breathing had calmed and his arms wrapped around her torso securely as his head lay on her bosom. It was in this space she found the truth and courage to say what she had known for a while. "I love you too, Inuyasha." She said reassuringly. The feeling swelled in her chest. She smiled and leaned forward and kissed him passionately. "Thank you for not giving up on me." She softly whispered.
Inuyasha blinked owlishly up at her. His head turned quickly to gaze up at her as she stared back at him with a watery smile. Her hair was sprawled out messily around her covered in paint. But she looked absolutely the most breathtaking thing he had ever witnessed. He moved upwards to capture her lips in a searing kiss. He smiled and muttered against her lips again for good measure. "I love you. I love you. I love you much, Kikyo." He repeated over and over between kisses like a mantra so she would never forget it.
The doubt and defenses he was already brewing had erased with those words. Inuyasha pulled back to look at her as she repeated it back to him as well. His nose scented no lie as he watched her look at him dreamily. Equally captivated in him as he was in her. He leaned forward and captured her lips again. His understanding and commitment poured into that kiss. Inuyasha move his arms to the side of her and pushed himself up into a push up. His legs went to the side of her and leaned back.
Paint was everywhere. Her skin was covered in all the rainbow hues and finger strokes. Her body was layered in a soft sheen of sweat. Her hair was wet and plastered to her face with the rest stuck to crinkled paper and wood floors from where his claws tore through. Signs of his fingers and claws was seen on her hips and around her belly. Inuyasha smirked and lifted off her. He finger combed his hair back with his palm as he looked down. He slowly kissed his way down following the paint trail along her body. His hand reached out to rub against her breasts, her belly, down to the apex of her thighs. Remnants of their cum seeped from her body. Her flower looked a bit abused and reddened. Inuyasha licked his thumb and reached down to softly massage the puffy red spot with his thumb and index finger. A sigh left Kikyo's lips as he rubbed the area gently and watched her core continuously suck in trying to take in his finger. Overall…she was a mess. She was a beautiful mess. A perfect work of art.
"Inuyasha?" Kikyo's voice cut through the silence. A hum left her throat from the feeling of Inuyasha's massage.
Said demon glanced up but continued to soothe her core. His face lowered just an inch to give her a little bit more assistance. He looked up at the woman that smiled mischievously down at him. His eyebrow raised curiously at her demeanor. "I accept your bid for me." Inuyasha's eyes widened.
Kikyo smirked and leaned forward and reached down for his ears. "But…I need another bid for my painting." Inuyasha smirked and bent down to dangerously to give her the best bid she would ever receive.