Changing Seasons
Part 3
"So, remember back then, before you started dating Miroku."
"Hmm…hmmm."
You know how he wanted to be friends with you."
"Fuck friends, I remember." She had also smacked the heck out of him. She remembered that too. "What about it?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing - I just… What made you decide that wasn't for you?"
Sango quirked an eyebrow. "Why are you asking?"
Kagome's cheeks quickly took a red color as she was forced to glance away from her friend. It was not like she was trying to have a friend with benefits. She was simply trying to understand a situation where someone might want that out of life. She had never hit that point before. No, she was no stranger to sex, and she had more than one partner in her life. Still, she always was in a relationship prior to have sex with them. It seemed like the logical thing for her. It was not like she expected to break up with Hojo - or that she thought it would end with Inuyasha. She offered them her body thinking it was going to be forever.
Of course, she quickly learned that relationships were not forever. After that brutal awakening, she decided otherwise.
But she had never had a one night or anything of the sorts. Hooking up was not a familiar term in her dictionary.
"Just - asking."
"Is there a guy?" Kagome always talked to her about her life, the good and the bad. It was unusual for her to keep something like that to herself. Sango had dragged her from hell after her breakup with Inuyasha and there were no secrets between them. "Is that why you blew me off for lunch on monday?"
"I didn't blow you off," she defended.
"You replied 4 hours later." And that was a tactic that Kagome used to avoid lying. She would not reply and then once the appointment's time was over, she would reply since it was too late to do anything about it.
"I got distracted."
"By who?"
"No one."
Sango tilted her head to the side, pondering Kagome's answers. She had to be giving away a hint she did not know she was. Ah-ah! "I know him."
"What?"
"You don't wanna tell me anything, because I know him. If you say anything, I'll recognize him."
"You don't know him."
"I know him."
"Know who?"
Miroku's head popped into the doorway as he looked at both girls. He had been following the gossip from the other room, but he had been too far to hear the whole story.
"Kagome's fuck friend."
"Kagome has a fuck friend?" That was highly unlikely.
"I don't have a fuck friend," Kagome groaned. Why did she even get herself into this situation? Why did she even talk about it? There was no point to her question, not at all. This was a bad idea all together and she needed to nip it in the bud. "It's nothing."
"Kagome, it's not nothing."
"It is nothing because nothing is going on," she said through pinched lips.
Why did she even think it was a good idea to talk about this with Sango? First of all, there was to even talk about. There was no situation, no move, no interest. Second, Sango would surely not agree with this whole thing. She would say he was too old, that Kagome was not ready enough and again - it was not as though anything was going to happen. He had never been anything but a perfect gentleman and he had not shown any interest for her. This was her head getting all wrapped up into something that did not exist. Maybe it had something to do with the whole single widowed dad thing he had going. The thing that had hurt her the most in past relationships was the commitment issue. She had her heart broken. He represented stability, commitment, seriousness.
She shook her head; she was not going there.
"I hope you know I am not going anywhere until I find out about this."
"Yes, I would also like to know the identity of this mysterious fuck friend," Miroku pitched in as he leaned forward. He usually stayed out of their girl conversations but he was intrigued by this one. He had known Kagome a long time and this appeared to be out of character for her. He was trying to determine if it was worrisome or a good thing.
Kagome resisted the urge to face plant into the table. Could she melt? Could she disappear? "It's nothing - nothing happened."
"Kagome, if you say nothing one more time…"
"The hot chocolate guy."
"What?"
"I saw the hot chocolate guy. During one of my jobs… and then at my studio… Monday," she spilled as she covered her face with her hands in a futile attempt to hide the growing shame coloring her face.
Sango's mouth slacked opened as her eyes grew in size, suddenly finding herself voiceless. Too much information to process, too little time. "The old guy with the daughter?" she finally asked. She nearly winced at her own words - she was not trying to make it sound bad but - well, she had already sort of voiced her opinion on the matter at the time of their meeting but regardless. Actually - she was more shocked to find out that it was still a thing. Kagome was not the type to keep things from her and apparently, she had a lot of catching up to do. Also. How in the world had they met up again?
"Yes," Kagome answered sheepishly. And that was reason number one as to why she did not want to say anything. "He's not that old you know."
"Hm hm."
"It's not like that - I ran into him by accident and then - well no-" Kagome managed to stop herself before she said the word nothing again. "He was at an event where I was taking photos and then - well, he just wanted to see the photos." She swallowed hard.
"He just wanted to come to your studio and be alone with you to see some photos. Yeah, that makes sense," Sango teased. "And then?"
"And that was it. He saw the photos and he left." Granted there was a slight incident that involved her smacking into him and being all pressed up against his body but she did not see the importance of sharing that one element of the story. Especially considering the way her friend was staring at her with big eyes.
Feeling the strain of her friend's glance, she decided to look at Miroku instead - which she instantly regretted. He was not saying anything, but his chin was resting in the palm of his hands as he grinned at her. Clearly he had a whole different opinion regarding this situation. Then again, it was not like it was a surprise or anything like that. Miroku would be that type of person who would be very open about different kind of relationships.
"And you're telling me that you asking about fuck friends has nothing to do with hot dad?"
"No!"
"So you want to date him?"
"I don't want to date anyone."
"So you wanna fuck him?"
-C-
"She's pretty cute."
Kouga kept his gaze on his laptop as he typed away, barely listening to Ginta who had come barging into his office. "Who is?"
"Kagome Higurashi."
His fingers froze about the keyboard, his pulse steadying as he shifted his eyes from his screen to his friend. "What?"
"I looked her up. Pretty cute."
"I guess."
"You guess? Is that why you've been obsessively googling her?"
"What?"
"Your search history isn't really private."
"Whatever."
Ginta quirked an eyebrow. "Whatever? That's a new one. Man, you really like this one."
"She's young."
Ginta shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong with that - I mean unless you're telling me she's under 18."
Kouga's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a predator."
"Then what's the problem?" he asked as he plopped down on the nearby grey chair. "Ya like her? I mean you must. I've never seen you take off during lunch before. She must be something real special." That was when his suspicions had lead him to spy on his friend. Ever since the death of his wife, he had followed a pretty strict routine. It was not like him to change it up. Granted, it could have been a fluke, but it was not. He had been busted.
"I'm not gonna date a young girl." He had a child, responsibilities - things to do. Yes, he was like a moron circling around her, trying to create opportunities to see her but he knew better didn't he?
Ginta tilted his head to the side, a smirk across his face. "Who said anything about dating?" He chuckled. "I know you did it the right way; dating, marriage, kid… but you don't have to date every single pretty girl you're interested in." He popped his lips. "Call it a casual hookup." He had another term for it, but he doubted Kouga was going to like it and so he withheld it. Still, he would do the man some good to get around and see people. It might get him out of the spiral and emptiness he had been going through since the death of his wife. He needed to get out there.
"I - no."
What was he? Some teenager who could not control himself? He knew better than that. He was better than that. Had she felt amazing pressed up against him? Had he wanted to take her right there and then on the floor? Yes. But that was beside the point.
"Maybe this is the next step. Let loose. Then move on."
"I'm not interested."
"Ya you're right," he said before sighing. "You're not interested. You're obsessed." He had looked her up one too many times for this to be casual. But he was right, she was much younger. It was what made it so perfect. He was not ready to head into a relationship, so why not use this opportunity to finish grieving and move on? It was best.
"I got shit to do. Anything important you wanna talk about?" Kouga said, refocusing his attention on his computer. He was not going to entertain this.
"Text her. Test the waters."
Those were the last words Ginta said before plopping back on his feet. The seed was planted, now it was up to him to do the rest of the work.
-C-
Fucking Ginta.
He was leaning back in his chair, his phone in the palm of his hand. He was staring at a white screen, an empty text message thread. Her name was glowing at the top, taunting him. Should he? He should not. He smacked his phone down on his chest, hiding away the screen. What the fuck was he supposed to say? I wanna fuck you? He rubbed his face with his hand, frustration getting the best of him. He scratched the back of his neck, his lips tightly pinched together as his jaw remained clenched. Fuck.
Why did he have so little restraint?
He had seen pretty women before. It had never been this complicated. Why could he not just move on like he had done so many times before? Why did he keep seeing her smile every fucking time he closed his eyes? He dragged out a sigh before slumping his shoulders forward, weakness spreading through him. He picked up his phone, her name still staring at him, mocking him.
Are you free?
-C-
For crying outloud.
It was the fourth time she walked by the mirror and fixed up her hair. Why did it matter what her hair looked like? Why did it matter what she was wearing? It did not. She was overdoing it. She was overanalyzing this. That had to be the reason behind the sweaty palms she kept rubbing dry on the sides of her dress. A dress, she had worn a dress before right. It had nothing to do with him coming over. It was a warm day. A hot day. What was she supposed to do? Wear pants? No. Of course not.
Ding-dong.
She jumped, startled, as the sound of the doorbell echoed through her appartement. He was here.
Of course he was right.
She had invited him over and he had accepted.
To be fair, he had initiated it though.
Because he was interested in photography.
Right?
Why did it feel like a lie every time she told herself that? She was crafting unreal scenarios in her mind and it was slowly driving her to insanity. She had to move past it and let the damn man in. She fixed up her bangs with a swipe of the fingers before swinging the door open. On the other side she found him, flawless as ever. He was wearing dark grey pants with a light blue shirt tucked in, held in place by his black belt. She put on her best smile, hoping to hide away the nervousness that was creeping inside of her.
"Hey."
"Hey," he greeted back.
At this point she was convinced that he could see her heart beating through her rib cage. "Come on in," she said as she moved out of the way. He followed her instructions and she closed the door behind him, placarding her back against it.
"Hungry? Thirsty?" she tried. Would she eventually make a sentence that was longer than one word? Dear god.
"I'm fine, thank you."
She was fidgeting, he could see as much. His mind was filled with Ginta's words, and he found himself staring at her up and down. She had a lot of legs showing today - a lot more than he had seen before. But that was fine. He had barely noticed. And he was not looking upwards to find just how much he could see. Not at all. Alright maybe a little.
"This way," she said, finally putting two words together.
He watched as she walked past him, her elbow brushing up against his arm as she did so. For a beat, he stared, observing the swing of her hips and he could swear she was adding a little extra. Was she hoping he would notice? Or was she imagining things, his mind too wrapped up in the fire growing inside of him. No relationship. It was what he had said right? She had called him. She had invited him to come back. Surely this could not be about photography - he could not have possibly sounded that interested about it. She might be younger than him but she was a grown woman; she had to know, she had to have noticed.
But she was not pulling away.
How was he supposed to run the other way when she was forcefully dragging him in?
"Are you coming?" she asked, turning her head as to look at him. There was the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks that she was hoping to hide with her shoulders. She had expected to hear footsteps behind her but instead, it had been complete silence. He had been staring had he not? He sure looked like someone who had been caught. She was not the flirting kind; she was not good at it. She never made the first move because she did not know how to do it. She did not even know what she was doing.
Why she had him over at her place again.
It was a bad idea.
"Yea," he said breathlessly, ordering his foot to move forward. "Lead the way," he added as he took his first step.
Trapped with him in a dark room.
What could go wrong?
-C-
Everything.
That was what could go wrong.
He was also constantly looking over her shoulder - by no fault of his. After all, it was dark, the space was cramped; how else was he supposed to be seeing what she was doing? She could hardly blame him. And so, she stuttered every five to ten words, she forgot her train of thoughts at every turn. He did not seem to notice - or he chose not to notice. She did not know which one it was. Did it matter? Did she actually care? Her brain was running a mile a minute and every time she moved or breathed, she found herself bumping into various parts of him. That did not help the situation.
She had heard the term sexual tension before. She did not think it could feel like this.
This was crazy.
"And voila," she said, breaking the awkward silence that she had probably created. "That's how the pro do it," she said, a little laughter bubbling out of her.
"Glad to be learning from a pro."
He did not remember a single thing she had said. Not one. Sure, he had looked, sure he had listen - but none of the information had actually registered in his brain. How could it? She had been so close, her warmth tickling at him, her scent invading him. As he let his eyes close, inhaling a little too close to her skin, he could hear her say something but he could not make the words. She sounded far away as he was a little too busy keeping himself in check. When he opened his eyes, he could see her staring at him, confusion in her eyes. Oh.
Kouga cleared his throat. "Sorry?"
"I was just asking if you wanted to try?" It would let her put some distance between the two of them and that would not be a bad thing.
"Sure."
He did not remember a single step. "Do I start with this?" he asked as he pointed to the pincers on the desk.
"Oh yes," she said as she leaned forward to grab them for him.
Unfortunately for her, she missed the liquid that had spilled earlier, causing her to lose her footing. Before she could grab the counter, she found herself crashing backwards. In an effort to prevent her fall, he put his body in the way of her fall, pushing her towards the counter instead. The strength of the impact, had her slamming her rear into it, forcing her to put her hands flat against it to stop the bang.
"Are you okay?" he hurried to ask as he closed the space between them.
She gave him a quick nod, swallowing as her heart hammered away in her chest. That was a close one. Leave it to her to nearly fall in a room surrounded by chemicals. He was making her just a little too nervous. She lifted her head, noticing he was standing right in front of her. As a reflex, she pushed herself backwards, forcing her to half-sit on the counter. She was trapped. "S-sorry," she managed to croak out.
He meant to check on her, ask her if she was alright. But that was not what he did. Instead, he put his hands down on her thighs, his much larger hands covering them, trapping her under his weight. Her breath itched in her throat, her eyes narrowed him on his form and she waited for him to say something, her lips slightly parted. Her mouth was dry, her heart was beating like a hammer and she was at a complete loss for words. He was not saying anything either.
He did not mean to do that. He meant to steady her, to check up on her. And now? Now he could feel the softness of her thighs, how smoothly the flesh caved under the pressure of his fingers. He could sense the goosebumps slowly appearing on her skin, the shiver of the flesh as he ever so lightly brushed with his more callous fingertips. There was a tightening in his chest, a weight preventing him from breathing properly. He was zapped and he could not pull away. The attraction he had tried to ignore, the desperate pull tugging at him, the intrigue that forced him to come back again and again; it had won.
She had to talk right? She had to say something, because he was not. However, words were lost in her throat. All she could think about the warmth radiating from his fingers, the sweet promises offered by the small brush of his thumb. Firm, soft, warm. All of it at once. But - but the prior reasons for her dismissing this remained did they not?
"I - I a relationship it- it wouldn't work." She was an adult, not a child. How was there something about his presence that was making her feel so out of control? Why was she even bringing up the idea of a relationship? No one had talked about a relationship. He had just - put his hands on her. Made circles with his thumb, right there, on the sensitive part of her inner thigh, leaving lingers of promises that could be fulfilled. She swallowed hard. That was all. Just that.
"It wouldn't," he agreed as he took a step forward, burying himself deeper between her legs, feeling her calves tighten around his waist. Her hands were flat on his chest, keeping him at a distance. Pulling him in, pushing him away. He offered a slight resistance, leaning forward, and her elbows buckled, bending her arms. It allowed him to close the distance between their bodies, her fingers gliding downwards across his chest.
She was closer in age to his daughter than she was to him. He might feel attracted to her but it did not change the fact. This was not a long term viable option - no that he was looking for a long term option. Yet, no matter what he did, he came circling back to her. One way or another, he was going to dip his toes in the water. He hated it when those idiots were right. The best thing to do was to get it out of the way now. They would extinguish whatever was happening between them and they would move on with their lives. It was the only way to get her out of his system for good.
It was easy, it was simple.
There was not a word uttered as he leaned in, his lips brushing up against his. He was close enough to make eye contact with her as she stared at him, wide eyed and breath withheld. There was nothing indicating to him that he should pull away, that he should stop - so he did not. He closed the gap, finally tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He groaned as two small arms wrapped themselves around his chest, bringing him closer. His chest collided with hers, her breasts pressing against him while he allowed his hands to slowly caress their way up. He felt every curve, ever dip before reaching her face. He cupped one of cheeks with his hands, deepening the kiss, while the other hand grabbed at her locks of her, forcing her head backwards.
She groaned in his mouth at the tug and he popped his lips away from hers. He did not stray for too long. Before her next inhale of air, his warm, moist lips were already back on her skin. He peppered kisses down the length of her throat, forcing her to shiver each time his mouth connected with her neck. Her body was pure fire, melting under his touch. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, allowing him to lower himself and his ministrations to the top of her breasts. Each time she breathed, he could feel the beat of her heart beneath his lips.
Kagome gripped at his shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric. She tugged at it, putting pressure unto the buttons, threatening them to pop open. She wanted that hair. And she allowed herself that pleasure. She tangled her fingers within his locks, forcing the ponytail to slowly come apart, freeing it as it cascaded down his shoulders. He was too busy to care. His hands had snaked their way to her rear, cupping it through her lace underwear, palming at the flesh. He could feel the downward rush of blood, the engorgement in his pants as he pinched ever so slightly, earning himself a gasp. He allowed his fingers to intertwine with the side of her underwear and began tugging at it.
This was their make or break moment.
When he felt her hands push against his chest, he was convinced she was turning him down.
Kouga watched as she untangled her legs from his body, missing her warmth already. However, instead of hopping off the counter, he watched as she slowly removed her underwear, tugging downwards until it hung from her ankle. In one swift kick, it landed on the ground and he felt a roar in his chest. His hands went to his belt, fumbling with it until it came undone. His hands glided across her legs, pressing her naked core to his pants, which were threatening to fall.
And then it dawned on him, like a cold shower. He did not have anything.
"Are you -" well that was going to be a quick mood killer. He did not even want to ask but he did not want to not ask either.
She frowned for a second until she realized what he was asking. He did not have anything. Of course he didn't. He did not come here to bang her. She could feel the shivers of shame trickling down her back. "I'm on the pill," she said in a quick breathe. "Are you-"
"Clean." He almost said he had not really been with anyone since his wife died but he did not think a pity party would help with the current mood that set between the two of them.
The tension was palpable, the raw desire lingering but the fear overpowering the room. Yet, she could still feel the dampness from her core. She was so willing a few moments ago…
He had been confident, convinced he wanted to taste her, relish into the pleasure until he was free from it. He would try. Large masculine hands gripped at her thighs again and he pushed his boxer clothed erection into her wet core and watched as she arched her back. Desire remained. Unsure hands went to his sides, holding on to him as he came crashing down on her lips once more. It took a beat, a moment, but the energy returned. Hands touching everywhere, warm mouths on everything. Her feet were dragging down his boxers, prying them off him until they slowly slipped to his ankles. Her heart was beating in her throat when she felt the free tip of him against her.
She closed her eyes, throwing her head backwards as he slowly demanded entry, stretching her open little by little. She forgot to breathe as she felt the fullness of him filling her to the brim. He pushed all the way inside in a switch motion and she groaned as he did so. He slipped in and out of her with ease, her juices coating his length. He was holding on to her hips so tightly he was afraid he might break her. Her moans echoed from beneath him, her face buried in his chest. Her legs were wrapped around him, keeping him trap; even if he wanted to leave, he could not. She was sucking him in.
Soon, she unraveled her arms from around his neck, forced to grip at the counter from the sheet intensity of the feeling building inside of her. Unfortunately her grip caused her to slip off the counter, his cock popping right out of her. Kagome was about to up back on when suddenly a strong hold on her hips flipped her around, almost causing the counter to dig in her stomach. Hands on her rear, she felt him slip back in from the rear, slamming back into her. Her toes curled while he tugged at her hair, the other hand palming roughly at the flesh of her ass. She moaned his name loudly, her legs trembling under the pleasure.
It did not take long for him to feel her squeezing him, her walls clenching around his erection, and he needed all of his strength to slide out. She came - loudly - engulfing him into her world of pleasure. His last function brain cell was the reason he remembered to pull out instead of basking into the pleasure. A last second decision that forced his erection against her leg, his own release trickling down the length of her. He pressed his face to her sticky back, trying to catch his breath. This was not good. He could feel his cock wanting to spring back to life; he wanted to be inside of her again. This did not make him forget about her or move on. It only deepened his addiction. He was fucked.
He could feel her every breath against his cheek while she knew her legs would not hold much longer. Feeling confident about the hold he had on her, she allowed them to collapse. As she expected, he held her up. He had slipped out of her mere moments ago and yet, she already felt empty. Her core was throbbing from their encounter and her head was buzzing with warmth. What was she supposed to do? What was this and what the fuck were they doing?
She swallowed hard before daring to turn her head slightly to the side. Maybe a look at his face would answer some of her unspoken questions. Their eyes met and it only took her a second to see the desire in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she knew he wanted the same thing as she did; a second round.
She was fucked.
He was fucked.
But it did not matter because they both gave in again.