Inuyasha had never been kissed, never kissed anyone before.
Now here he was, with the only person whose scent had imprinted itself on his soul. The woman from the book cover. The woman… who was there the day that he landed in New York. The one he ran away from, leaving only a memory of cherry blossoms and vanilla.
Kagome Higurashi. The only woman Inuyasha would ever think about. Possibly the only woman he would ever want to be with.
Kagome's lips tasted like the sour cider that she'd been drinking that night. Her body was soft and giving to his touch, and she smelled so overpoweringly of cherry blossoms and vanilla that it drowned out all other scents.
"This is me," Kagome giggled, relinquishing his lips and unlocking the door to her apartment. "Want to… come in?"
"Y—yes," Inuyasha breathed, letting himself be pulled into the apartment of the woman who seemed constructed out of every one of his fantasies.
He just wanted to keep kissing and tasting and touching Kagome, for as long as he possibly could.
But, there was a problem.
He was a half-demon.
Who was pretending that he was a human.
Who was looking for his way to get home.
To another world. Away from Kagome.
Kagome's lips silenced Inuyasha's thoughts. And her hands roving his body froze his worries. Because all that mattered was kissing Kagome. Touching Kagome. Feeling Kagome's hands on his skin.
When Kagome tugged on his shirt, summoning him farther and farther into her homey little apartment, toward the bedroom, he didn't resist. And when she pressed her body against his, he didn't resist then either. Because he couldn't—no. Because he didn't want to.
"Kagome." God Inuyasha loved the way her name sounded on his tongue. Almost as much as he loved that the moment the words passed through his lips, Kagome's mouth was on his yet again.
"Yash," Kagome giggled between frantic kisses, "you know… you can undress me." She then deliberately grabbed Inuyasha's hand and stuffed it up under her black shirt, and on top of her bra. "Unless… I was—um. Am I being too forward?"
"N—no. No, Kagome." Inuyasha had been fumbling over his words all night. This was not an exception. "I definitely want to. I just… I don't wanna—uh—do anything you wouldn't want to do."
Kagome turned her glittering chocolate eyes incredulously at him; did she know that with his demon eyes, he could see all the colors of the rainbow flecked in them?
"You can drop the act." Kagome pushed back and away from Inuyasha so that she could study him. He tried to look confused, but inside he was terrified. How did she know?! He'd worked on the charm around his neck for over a year to get it exactly right. The blue opal masked his yōki such that it was not detectable to any but someone powerful who was actively looking for it.
"Wh—what do you mean?" Inuyasha wasn't going to panic. He wasn't going to panic.
"You already have me in bed," Kagome said, her eyes still X-raying Inuyasha. "I'm planning on sleeping with you, so the cute shy boy thing is sort of getting old."
Relief flooded through him, followed by inexplicable excitement. He'd… he'd pictured being with the woman on the book cover. Hell, in the dark of the night, he'd touched himself thinking about her. Now, Kagome Higurashi was in front of him, willing and enthusiastic, and smelling of cherry blossoms and vanilla. She wanted him to know that she wanted him.
"Sorry," Inuyasha murmured. "It's been—a long time."
He wasn't going to tell her that by 'long time', he really meant 'I've never done this before and you're the only person I would ever want to do this with.' He wasn't going to admit 'I didn't fantasize about anyone until I saw you on a fucking book cover', or that 'your scent has been imprinted in my nose since the day I fell through a crack in the sky into New York City.'
Kagome let out a self-conscious little chuckle, then looked up and down Inuyasha's body.
"How… how is that possible?" She let her eyes linger on Inuyasha's chest.
"Just… is," Inuyasha dodged, trying not to look as embarrassed as he was feeling. "So uh… you should let me know what feels good. For you."
It had taken all of Inuyasha's courage to say those words. He'd only expected to spy on the girls at the bar that night, but when Kagome sat there, sipping her cider, a private little smile on her face, he couldn't resist. He really really hadn't planned to sit down next to Kagome and start talking—flirting, but it had happened, and she'd told him the most important thing of anyone in his 10 years in New York. And her inviting him to her place? Her kissing him? Her very obviously and directly asking him to sleep with her? It was a goddamned fantasy come to life.
And it was a goddamned game-changer.
But right now, with her eyes like chocolate opals and her skin silken and inviting, he needed to force himself not to think about what it all meant. Right now, all Inuyasha needed to do was lean in.
So he did, reclaiming Kagome's lips and pulling her shirt up and over her body. Kagome's hands enthusiastically reciprocated, and before Inuyasha knew it, he was bare-chested, staring back at Kagome's pale fuschia bra, watching as her rapid breath caused her breasts to swell and recede against the fabric. As Inuyasha looked at her, thought about pressing his face into the crease between her breasts and just breathing, he became keenly aware of just how… tight… his jeans had become. Just how… shallow his own breathing was. Just how much of his thoughts and visions had narrowed to only thoughts and visions of her.
"Someone looks excited," Kagome grinned, then she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her body.
A wave of scent lapped at Inuyasha's nose at Kagome's newly revealed flesh: intermingled now with the cherry blossoms and vanilla was something headier, deeper, more sensual, like the spicy citrus of a ginger root, but somehow personalized, for him, and only him.
Inuyasha didn't think: he just reacted, grasping the small of Kagome's back and crushing her to him. He licked her lips, then turned his attention to the soft skin just under her ear, flicking his tongue to get a taste of her—as sweet and addictive as he imagined she would be. Kagome moaned at his attention, so he licked again, this time adding a bit more pressure.
He was paying so much attention to the way Kagome's breathing changed, and the way that his lips and hands were causing her to make barely audible whimpers, that it wasn't until his own jeans were around his ankles that he realized that she'd made short work of his clothes too.
"Ohhh." Kagome pressed her hand delicately into Inuyasha's chest; when he finally came enough to his senses to see her face, she was… smiling hungrily, and she was… looking down. "Well… I'm… damn."
Inuyasha looked down too, realizing that his boxers were making quite the tent of things. And that Kagome, his dream woman come to life, liked what she saw. Liked thinking about what he was going to do to her—what they were going to do together.
Kagome backed herself up until she was sitting at the edge of her bed. She crossed her legs, and waited. Inuyasha scrambled to join her, then nearly tripped and fell.
Right. Pants around his ankles. Shoes still on.
Inuyasha made quick work of those (frankly he was surprised he hadn't torn anything in his haste to get them off), and ambled after Kagome onto the bed. As soon as he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around him and continued kissing him, scooching them both up toward the head of the bed until he was laying on top of her, pressing her into her mattress.
Fuck, it felt good to have her under him. To have her skin touching his skin. Inuyasha wondered how it might feel if he dragged his fangs against the tender flesh of her neck. Except that he couldn't use his fangs right then. Because Kagome didn't know he had fangs.
"Yash…" Kagome whispered. "You can touch me." Then she peppered kisses along Inuyasha's jaw. "Please… touch me."
"W—where?" Inuyasha really needed to work on stuttering when he talked to her. And needed to shake all the rest of the thoughts out of his head that didn't involve Kagome.
"I… I can't figure out if you are the world's most clueless hunk or an alien in a human suit," Kagome chuckled, then she torqued her body so that she and Inuyasha exchanged places: her on top, and him on the bottom. "Touch me everywhere, Yash. If your hand wanders somewhere I don't want you to go, I'll let you know."
The perfect woman with the perfect scent had just given Inuyasha carte blanche to touch her. So, he let his hands wander down her arms, detecting the goosebumps that appeared as they traveled further down, to the small of her back, then finally, he let his hand squeeze the round and giving flesh of her ass. Kagome draped her body over his, pressing her breasts into his chest, and continued kissing Inuyasha's neck, adding in little nips here and there that were driving him crazy. When she took a knot of his hair and pulled it, he let out a guttural moan.
He wanted to claim Kagome. It was… a first for him.
Like so many of the other things that were currently happening.
But as he kissed and she moaned his 'name,' as he touched her ass and ran his unclawed fingers over her skin, it was like Inuyasha was only watching as 'Yash' was with the girl of his dreams. It made him want to be with Kagome fully, as Inuyasha. But… he couldn't stop himself. Didn't want to stop himself.
Because if she knew the truth, this wonderful moment would come to an end.
Kagome pushed herself up on her arms then scooted herself down his body, then, as she slid his boxers off of him, Inuyasha whined. He was close to combusting, from her smell and her light touches and her alone. But, if she…
Kagome didn't give him a choice. Before he could react, she wrapped a single hand around his cock. The explosion of color and electricity behind his eyes at her hand's friction against his already at-capacity erection told him that, well… he wasn't going to last long.
"You're… impressive," Kagome giggled as she touched, and all Inuyasha could do was slam his eyes shut and try to picture the scowl on his older brother's face to avoid coming undone.
Suddenly, the touch stopped. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kagome looking at him, before nodding to herself. It was only a brief moment of respite, just enough time to compose himself, for Kagome to reach up behind her own back and remove her bra, which slid off of her chest. Her breasts were heavy peaks of unblemished skin, crested with dusky nipples: friendly flowers with light pink petals surrounding a blushing bud, like a cherry blossom. Almost as if they were the manifestation of that part of Kagome's intoxicating smell.
"Touch me," Kagome breathed, "While I touch you."
Inuyasha should have found the right words to say 'no, I touch you first then you can touch me.' or possibly 'I'm about ready to burst already Kagome, so if you want the fun to continue it's not a good idea to distract me with your beautiful bosom.'
Unfortunately, he didn't say any of those things. He nodded, and raised his hands to grab Kagome's cherry blossom-crested breasts, all while she ran her delicate fingers up and down the length of him. Feeling the way his hands molded over them, hearing the way that Kagome would moan when he ran his thumbs over her nipples was… well it was divine. But it was overpowering.
The moment Kagome's hand started pumping his length, up and down, up and down, he was all instinct. He rocked his hips in harmony to her touch, and let the scent of her envelop him, bringing him higher, higher, higher until…
"Kagome!" Inuyasha groaned her name so deeply that he vibrated, all the while watching as ropes of his cum splattered onto his stomach.
The sight that greeted him as he came down was… well, it was not how he would have hoped his first time being with a woman—this particular woman—would look like.
"Oh." Kagome's eyes were wide, and she'd folded her arms protectively over her breasts. All she did was stare, and even as Inuyasha was not particularly good at reading people, he had no trouble deciphering Kagome's emotion: disappointment.
Inuyasha rocketed off the bed, finding that Kagome's bathroom was blessedly close to her bedroom. He grabbed toilet paper and wiped off his shame, then turned on the water to splash it down his stomach and run on his face.
"Fuck." Inuyasha could hear the defeat in his own voice. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck."
He'd blown it. Literally. With the first woman who'd ever captured his attention. He was a moth to her flame, and… as happens with moths, got burned. He could hear Kagome through the wall, breathing rapidly. He wondered what she thought of him, what she thought of the night that held so many broken promises. All because of him. All because seeing her and touching her was too much. All because…
All because everything was fucked. He was fucking disguised, having his first true intimacy with a woman who could probably wipe out his existence if she wanted to. A woman who, if she found out not just what he was, but what he'd done, would never want to see him again. Yet, he couldn't leave. He couldn't give up because something inside of him kept saying that he was meant to be there and that he was meant to meet Kagome. Maybe even…
Maybe even…
That his journey through the portal was not on accident at all.
Demons, Inu demons especially, did not desire just anyone.
They desired exactly one.
They knew that one from scent; they knew that one from instinct.
And they would be inextricably drawn to that one, the one who was their soulmate.
As soon as the thoughts slipped out of his subconscious, he knew. Kagome Higurashi was his soulmate. And that changed everything.
His embarrassment didn't matter.
His disguise didn't matter.
His desperation to get home didn't matter.
Being with Kagome was the only thing that mattered.
So he would figure all the rest out.
Inuyasha flushed the toilet and plodded back into the bedroom, trying not to show how relieved he was to find Kagome still here on the bed, still in her underwear, looking to be deep in thought. He could nearly see the pink glow of her reiki, flowing under the surface of her beguiling body. At the sound of his feet, her eyes connected with his, and his (disguised) demon ears heard her heart skip a beat.
He had no fucking clue what he was doing, but he didn't care. Because he would figure it out. Shit, he figured out how to be a half-demon in New York. He figured out how to make a fucking hole to another world. He could… he could figure out what made the only woman his soul would ever want feel good.
"That was not… well, not the way I wanted to start something fucking good with someone like you," Inuyasha said plainly. "But, I want you. And, if you'll let me, I want to continue where we left off."
At Inuyasha's words, Kagome's body relaxed, and her heartbeat slowed, just a bit. It was enough to tell Inuyasha all he needed to know, that he was wanted and welcomed. So he proceeded forward, to Kagome.
Inuyasha crawled back onto the bed, coming to a stop so that his nose nearly touched Kagome's, so that he could feel her exhalations and swim in her scents. "Let me please you."
"Yash, you don't—" Kagome started, but Inuyasha pressed his finger to her lips, and he let the joy of his revelation light his face.
"I want to," Inuyasha whispered, words only for her, and he brushed his nose against hers and kissed her.
Sure, his nerves were still on high alert, and he probably would throw up once he got home, but right now, he was in the place he most wanted to be in the world—either world. He felt her smile into his kisses, retort dying on her tongue, which he was now curling his own around, and he let his hands find purchase back on Kagome's skin, no longer holding back.
His premature orgasm had had one good consequence: it cleared his head. It reminded him what was important. And it let him concentrate on what mattered: trying to bring Kagome to the same blissful peak that she pushed him off so effectively.
When Inuyasha's hands trailed down Kagome's taut stomach, feeling her muscles contract as he went, he stopped at the edge of her pale fuschia panties, which were perfectly matched to her (absent) bra. Inuyasha hooked his thumbs into their loops, opening his eyes to silently ask Kagome for permission. When Kagome giggled and nodded her head, Inuyasha dropped them off of her body.
Before he continued his advance, Inuyasha took a moment to appreciate Kagome's newly revealed skin. Silky curls decorated the juncture of her thighs, curtaining the most erotic parts of her. Inuyasha's eyesight, though, was not the sense that was most activated at that moment. Because as soon as Kagome's sex was exposed to the air, the spicy scent of the ginger meant only for him saturated his nostrils. He had to swallow down the instinctual rumbles that wanted to break from him—not yet.
"C—can I touch you?" Inuyasha tried to swallow down the stutter. True, something in his mind had shifted in those moments cleaning himself off in the bathroom, but, that didn't make this any less his first time.
"Yeah," Kagome purred, "Let me… show you where."
Kagome perched herself up on her knees, then took Inuyasha's hands in hers, guiding them deliberately between her legs. He didn't move a muscle, didn't utter a word, and didn't take his eyes off of Kagome's prismatic brown ones; he just waited. Soon, his hands were between her legs, testing the slick of her arousal.
"Feel that?" Kagome whispered, placing Inuyasha's hand on the petal-soft pearl at the mouth of her sex. "Touch me there. Gently." Inuyasha did what he was told, using his index and middle finger to stroke the slippery little outcrop of flesh. Kagome moaned appreciatively. Then she took Inuyasha's other hand, and lifted up, laying it to rest on her erect nipple. "And, touch me here too."
That was all Inuyasha needed: encouragement from the woman he knew understood was his soulmate. He listened to Kagome's uneven breaths, to the rapidity of her heartbeat, and to her moans—both the ones that she knew she was uttering as well as the little internal ones he only heard because of his demon ears. She felt so good, so he tried to vary his ministrations, but always gently. When he found that rubbing her with his thumb and letting his fingers explore deeper into Kagome's sex brought out the rawest and most guttural of her moans, Inuyasha smiled. He—he wanted to taste her. To run his tongue across her skin and sample the salt of her sweat. To suck her cherry blossom nipples. To lap at the source of her ginger scent.
"I—I want to taste you," Inuyasha rumbled, verbalizing, at least in part, what he wanted next.
"Mnnnh. Yash." Kagome was bucking her hips against his hand as she tried to answer. "M—my nipples. P—please."
Without hesitation, Inuyasha leaned his head down between Kagome's breasts, gifting her breastplate with a decadent stroke of his tongue, tasting her sweat just like he'd wanted to. He then looked from the left to right, trying to decide which he wanted to taste more. He leaned in and took the blushing and pebbled flesh into his mouth, letting his tongue circle the center, before flicking it. It too tasted of her sweat, but somehow also sweet, earthy, addictive.
"F—fuck…" Kagome's moans were getting louder, so much so that Inuyasha couldn't help but grin against her breast, "Y—you're a quick study."
"Keh," Inuyasha chuckled, releasing Kagome's left nipple and taking her right into his mouth in turn.
He would do whatever it took to make Kagome feel good. He would listen to every whimper that crossed her lips. He would mark every stuttered breath, every twitch of a muscle, every labored exhalation. Already, he was learning. Kagome liked boisterous licks to her breasts, and fluid but rapid strokes of his thumb to her clit. He… he still wanted to push his fingers inside her, because as he edged ever closer to the mouth of her sex, her moans became deeper, less controlled.
"C—can I…" Inuyasha finished his request not with words, but with the gentlest of prods, letting her know where he wanted his fingers next to travel.
"Fuck yes," Kagome whispered, and Inuyasha did, letting his middle and ring fingers find their way past Kagome's lips and into the wetted opening that made him moan at its feel.
Inuyasha wiggled his fingers, relishing in the slippery feel of her, rumbling at her little whimpers at his invasion. Then he felt Kagome's hands trail down his torso, and soon, he felt her hand was between his legs, combing the hair that crowned his groin.
"Damn," Kagome gasped, her hand back around his cock. "You… you're—" She looked down at Inuyasha revitalized erection. It hadn't taken him long to… rebound.
"Can ya blame me?" Inuyasha laughed—the way that Kagome stared at his dick, as if it was a prize, was not doing him any favors in the 'you are my soulmate and I will do anything to be with you' department.
"Do you want to…" Kagome had not taken her eyes off of Inuyasha's excitement, "...fuck?"
"Yes." Inuyasha said the words before he thought about what Kagome was asking.
He wanted to take his time learning every curve and cranny of Kagome's body. He wanted to discover every touch and kiss and lick that could make her whimper, moan, and cry. He wanted to taste her arousal from its source and lick the little pink button of flesh that his thumb had so masterfully coaxed into giving her bliss. He wanted to hear her every fantasy and every wish and make them all come true.
He also wanted to fuck her.
Kagome didn't give him much time to try to compose the rest of his thoughts. She pushed him down onto the bed, and toppled on top of him, straddling him. She recaptured his mouth with hers, kissing him aggressively enough that he moaned again, until she leaned away, her brows suddenly knitted.
"Wait here," Kagome whispered, putting a single finger against Inuyasha's freed mouth. She then shimmied off of him. "I… almost forgot." Kagome opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a square of foil, which she ripped open—a condom. "Gotta be safe."
Inuyasha laughed. At her forwardness, at her experience, at this absurd night where the woman he was both chasing and hiding from turned out to be his soulmate; the woman, he had begun to believe, he'd landed in the human world to meet. And now, here he was, in her apartment, lying on her bed, waiting for her to become the first (and likely only) woman he would ever have sex with.
As she rolled the latex down over his already-throbbing cock, Inuyasha whimpered. He wanted this so bad. And it was happening. But… could he look at himself in the mirror tomorrow? Knowing that he fucked Kagome tonight under a disguise, without telling her that he was the person she was hunting?
Before he could think more on it, Kagome's body filled up his field of vision; her glimmering eyes and enchanting smile holding him hostage.
"Are you ready?" Kagome said, and she lowered herself just enough that he could feel the tip of his dick pressing against the mouth of her sex.
"I—I'm ready," Inuyasha asserted, and let Kagome lower herself the rest of the way onto him.
But he wasn't ready. Not for the sensation of her surrounding him with her warmth. Not for the way his hands felt holding her hips as she bounced up and down over him, bringing herself pleasure from being joined with him. Not for the way she immediately started rolling her hips, grinding so vigorously against his reawakened cock that he was already feeling the build-up that so recently had him undone.
Kagome closed her eyes, and adjusted herself as she rocked, until finally, she let out a moan. She kept at that angle, moving faster, as if she were searching for just the right cadence and just the right pressure.
"Y—Yash," Kagome mewled his disguised name. It was all he could do to hold in his own second orgasm as he watched her movements get wilder, as he listened to her heartbeat quicken, as he heard the moans she was holding in. Then he remembered how much pleasure she got when he touched the button of flesh atop her groin. So he moved his hand from Kagome's hip to her slick clit, rubbing his thumb in congress with her bucks, listening as she grew louder and louder.
And when she began to tighten around him, Inuyasha knew that soon, he would get to see his soulmate come undone. So he let her keep her pace, matching her movements thrust-for-thrust, waiting and holding in the roar that his own body was demanding.
She would get her pleasure first.
"F—faster Yash, I—I—I'm almost…"
Inuyasha did not need to be told twice. He quickened the motions of his own hips, pressing into the soft and giving tissue along her intimate walls that seemed to be where Kagome had focused all her attentions. Her utterings went from words to simple syllables, to only animalistic sounds as she grunted. Then suddenly, with a tightening of her walls around him, Kagome howled.
"Yash!"
She cried his name, and he let himself follow her over the edge, howling 'Kagome' in kind as he spilled his seed into the condom.
"Thank you," she whispered, then collapsed onto his chest, nuzzling her nose into his neck.
Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her, and inhaled her scent: cherry blossoms, vanilla, and ginger, with a new edge from the intermingled scents of their coupling.
Kagome Higurashi was Inuyasha's soulmate.
And instead of coming clean about what he was, or where he was from, he'd made love to her under a disguise.
Fuck.