Author's Note: SO this chapter is actually even longer but I had to cut out 5000k words as it was too explicit for FFN. You can go to my AO3 to read the whole thing omgitscharlie
"Thanks for hanging out guys! I missed you all so much!" Kagome's smile lit up as she watched the replies come flooding in. It had been the first time she'd gone live on Instagram since her very public break up - it was the first time she'd gone live at all. Three and a half months since it'd ended and she was finally starting to feel some sort of normalcy. No more tears were shed when people asked about Koga or made a comment about the breakup. Did it still hurt? Absolutely. Kagome wouldn't have been surprised if that ache would last for a long while yet. Regardless, she'd found herself smiling and laughing more, the bubbly personality she'd been known for coming to the surface. It had come from within herself, self-affirming and acknowledging her accomplishments, regardless of how small they were; well, it was mostly because of those things.
Closing down the live, she walked towards the bathroom, prepared to have a shower and wind down for the evening. Stripping out of her tank top and leggings, she unclasped her bra and slid off her panties, stepping out of them before she turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up.
A ding came from her phone, peering towards it to see that all too familiar name pop up. There was no way to hide the smile that came over her lips as she received it
[SMS received from: MechDaddy 🚗] - You never told me you had a fear of deep water. (seen ✔️)
They'd been talking back and forth non-stop for the last two months and Inuyasha had even come over a few times. Not so much as a kiss had been shared between them, though, Kagome having been very clear that she wasn't ready for any sort of romance, regardless of if it was just physical. Inuyasha had been more than understanding, keeping his distance while also getting as close to her as he possibly could.
That didn't negate flirting, and they did a lot of that. It had gotten to the point that Sango had pulled Kagome aside at a house party to ask when she was just going to fuck him already. Kagome's reply frustrated her childhood friend to no end, giving a simple, "We're just friends." Sango called bullshit, telling Kagome that the way they acted around each other did not seem platonic. Shrugging it off, Kagome simply told her that she didn't know what else to say.
"You'd tell me, right?" Sango had asked, narrowing her gaze towards the raven-haired woman who stood across from her. Kagome couldn't have helped but cant her head with a mocking sense of disbelief.
"Is that even a question?" Kagome asked with a bright smile, placing her hand on her heart, "Scout's honour." It emphatic and as if she took herself completely serious, though Sango could do nothing but roll her eyes. With Sango ending the conversation with a simple 'whatever', they'd gone back out to the party.
No one knew that Kagome had found herself secretly fuming later in that evening, seeing Inuyasha shamelessly flirting with someone else at the party. It had been difficult to watch, but she kept reminding herself that he wasn't hers and what she'd told Sango was the truth - they were just friends. Besides, Kagome knew she was the one keeping them from going any further, not oblivious to the fact that her male counterpart desired more than that.
She didn't know if he'd ended up taking that girl home with him and she told herself she didn't very well care, even though it was a painfully obvious lie. As much as Kagome didn't want to be petty, she had been slow to respond to his texts the next day, trying to make it seem like she was too busy to pay attention to their conversation. It was partially the truth, as she'd decided to film a couple of videos that day, but she still took her sweet time when replying back to him.
A day to cool off and she'd come to realize that it was stupid of her to get jealous, that it hadn't been fair to him and their conversations had gone back to normal.
[SMS sending to: MechDaddy 🚗] - wow stalker much? (seen ✔️)
The response was quickly sent before she put her hair up into a messy bun and stepped into the shower, washing her body and easing her muscles before stepping out. Wrapping a towel around her chest, she peered down at her phone seeing that he'd responded almost immediately after she had.
[SMS received from: MechDaddy 🚗] - not really stalking if you put it out there on the internet. (seen ✔️)
Grinning, Kagome picked up her clothes and held them in one hand and her phone in the other, typing out a response as she made her way into her bedroom. The only time she pried her attention from her phone was to toss her clothes and towel in the hamper. Naked, she walked over to her dresser, pausing to type out a reply before sending it and placing her phone down.
[SMS received from: Kagome 🌞] - that's called internet stalking, yash. (seen ✔️)
"Smartass..." he muttered under his breath, though no one could miss the grin that had been plastered on his face. Sitting in his back office, alone in the shop, he was just on his way to locking up and had stopped to catch the last fifteen minutes of her stream. Since they'd grown closer, he'd explored some of her social media a little more, having seen that she'd removed the images of her ex-boyfriend as there were none of him that he could see. Or maybe they just didn't take pictures together? Inuyasha highly doubted that. Turning off the lights, turning on his alarm, and locking up behind him, he slid into his car - a Dodge Challenger that he'd repaired himself.
Putting the key in the ignition, he started the car but kept it in park. The sound of heavy metal music blared from the speakers, immediately turning it down some to give his ears a break. Sending off one last text, he put the car in drive and pulled out of the shop parking lot.
[SMS sending to: Kagome 🌞] - yeah yeah. be at your place in an hour. gotta shower first. (seen ✔️)
Having changed into a pair of sweat pants and a crop top, she nursed a cup of tea as she huddled up on her couch. The weather was getting colder, but her apartment was plenty heated, the gas fireplace giving the illusion of authentic coziness. Releasing a hum after her first sip, she sunk into the cushions a little more before finally typing out a reply.
[SMS sending to: MechDaddy 🚗] - come in casual wear. i'm talkin' sweats and a t-shirt. we're gunna cozy it up in here no ifs ands or buts. (seen ✔️)
[SMS received from: MechDaddy 🚗] - yes sir. (seen ✔️)
Biting her lower lip, Kagome got that familiar giddiness that built in her gut whenever she knew she was going to see Inuyasha. It didn't matter where, but having him come over always had her the most excited. She'd yet to be at his place, but they'd both unspokenly agreed that Kagome's was the go-to spot; not that she minded. Especially since she'd finally unpacked everything and either tossed or put things that reminded her of Koga in storage, her apartment really felt like home.
Falling into a mindless show and letting her mind go numb, it seemed like only a few minutes until she heard the buzzer for her apartment. Practically skipping over to the box, she pressed the button for the speaker, hearing that familiar rugged tenor flow through it, "You gonna let me in or not? It's cold as fuck out here." He half-joked, only to receive the typical teasing that Kagome couldn't seem to help.
"What's the password?" She asked in an all too cheery tone for Inuyasha's liking, considering he was out in the cold wearing nothing but a hoodie to keep himself warm. Kagome could hear the frustrated growl that had seemed to have become his signature to her.
"Please let me in," a small pause fell between them before Inuyasha finally murmured the words, "Your Highness." He could hear the amused giggle that came from her before hearing the buzzer go. Opening the door, he let out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the building enveloped him. Pressing on the 'up' button and stepping inside the now-familiar elevator, he hit her apartment floor and let it pull him up.
When the doors opened, he walked down the familiar hallway until turning a corner and seeing her poking her head out from the doorway. That contagious smile was on her face, spreading to his own lips as he half jogged the last bit of the hallway before walking past her and into the apartment. Dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, dark grey joggers that were sitting just above his ankles, a pair of black and white high tops, and, of course, a familiar burgundy toque atop his head.
"Good! You're dressed for the occasion," she teased, holding out her hand for him to unzip his hoodie and give to her to hang up. Knowing the routine by now, he did just that, revealing the white v-neck that sat beneath his hoodie. Kicking off his shoes, he put them in their supposed spot (Kagome often scolded him if he let them just flung at the front door) and walked towards the kitchen, making himself at home, "Kettle's already been on," she explained, closing the closet door and making her way back to the couch, "Don't slam-" too late. A loud wack resonated through the apartment, causing her to tense and her jaw to clench, "The cupboards..."
Inuyasha hadn't heard her or at least pretended he didn't, making his tea before joining her on the opposite end of the couch. Sitting back against the cushions, he released a comfortable, heavy sigh as his feet lifted and rested on the coffee table in front of him, "God damn, I know I always say this, but I need me a couch like this," he mused, taking a sip of his tea only to release a yelp soon after,
"Fuck," he hissed, having burnt his tongue.
"It's hot," Kagome chided, grinning over the rim of her own tea as she watched him put his mug down on the table in front of them, "Long day?" Kagome asked, knowing that his job was rather physically taxing - not only that but mentally as well, seeing as it was his shop that he was running.
Leaning back against the couch, he let his arms rest on the back of it, spread out completely, "Mmm, you could say that," he mused, turning his head towards her. It was sometimes difficult for him to keep himself from staring, just like then. There she was, huddled up with her knees pulled to her chest as she leaned against the back of the couch herself. Petite hands held an oversized mug and her hair was pulled into a messy bun, allowing him to see the full length of her neck. She looked completely adorable, a word he didn't use for a lot of things, if ever, "Just the usual, y'know." He mused, managing to dull his gaze so he wasn't leering.
Kagome could see the tattoo on the arm closest to her, having discovered it was of some sort of giant dog with mountain ranges and other wilderness as it came closer to his wrist. The colours were vibrant, opposing red and blue to make the contrast pop. Every once in a while, he would catch her staring at it as if she was trying to memorize every minute detail. At that moment, it had not been one of those times, as her deep, mahogany gaze remained on his face, "You have tomorrow off though, right?" she asked, getting a nod in response.
"Yeah."
"And you'll be turning off notifications?" Kagome warned. If there had been a workaholic in a sentient form, it would have formed into Inuyasha. The work ethic of the man what astounding to Kagome, knowing that sometimes he worked sixteen to eighteen hour days just to make sure that the shop was running as it needed. She gave him an incredulous look, brows raised in expectancy as she saw him roll his eyes.
"Yes. Everyone that is attached to the shop," he added, though his tone was monotone as if he was simply repeating something that he'd been told.
"That's right," Kagome chirped before adjusting herself so she was seated against the arm of the couch, legs out straight and resting on Inuyasha's thighs. Her feet wiggled as if inviting (more so demanding) some attention. A scoff left the silver-haired man, wrapping both hands around one of her feet and pressing his thumbs into the sole of it.
Kagome had discovered his talented hands after he'd made a very bold claim that he gave the best foot massages; she couldn't recall how the conversation had come up, but she didn't very well care. It was something she seemed to expect every time he'd come over since then, "This all I'm good for?" He retorted, continuing the aimless touch and pressure against her foot, always mindful of his claws.
"Maybe..." she teased back shamelessly, taking a sip of her tea as she watched him give her a look of faux offense, "You should drink your tea before it gets cold."
"You want me to rub your feet or drink my tea? I can't do both," he replied bluntly, though Kagome realized that was just part of his demeanor and didn't take it personally. Instead of taking offense, she simply giggled and shrugged.
"Guess your tea is going cold, then."
Rolling his eyes, he moved his hands to the other foot, continuing to massage the knots out of it. A moment passed before his attention found her once again, "How often do you do those live things?"
"I used to do a weekly one that was never missed, and then whenever I wanted really," she let her gaze catch his with a look of inquisitiveness, "Why do you ask?" Inuyasha had never really mentioned much about her social media presence and she'd just figured he either didn't care or just hadn't looked. He'd seemed pretty far removed from it all, which had been refreshing. Sango and Miroku were pretty invested in the social media world, with Sango even starting to build a following of her own after appearing on one of Kagome's 'best friend tag' challenges. To know that Inuyasha knew practically nothing, it was endearing.
"I'm curious, is all. Seems easy to hop on and talk to a bunch of strangers to get paid," he explained, running his hand up to her ankle and lower shin. Kagome wasn't surprised by his assumption; to a lot of people, it seemed easy, but it truly was the opposite.
Kagome offered him a shrug, "Took me a lot of hard work before it got easy, and it still isn't in some areas. Things that had become easy have been taken over by new problems," she explained as she leaned her head against the back cushion of the couch, "I basically run a brand by myself, with me being the brand." A hum of acknowledgment was his response before turning his head back to the television.
"Can't imagine talking to that many people at once," recalling how she had over one hundred thousand people on the live just watching her talk and asking questions that she happily answered, "Putting your life out there like that, just can't wrap my head around it." Kagome gave him a fond smile, warm in nature as she thought about how he was so interested in what she did.
"Well, you did say you weren't good with people," she teased, wiggling her foot against his hand to get his attention. An amused scoff left him, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips as he glanced towards her.
A comfortable silence fell between them as they mindlessly watched an episode of 'Friends' that Kagome had been binging before he'd come over. After a while, Kagome broke the silence with a simple question, "Hey Yash," she started, hearing a hum of acknowledgment from him as he turned his head first, then his eyes, towards her, "I don't think I've ever seen you without some sort of hat on," she stated as if it was to herself, even though she'd addressed him directly. The last thing she'd expected was to see him tense up, hands stopping their motions on her foot as he stared at her with wide, amber eyes.
"Uh-Yeah?" He asked as if he didn't know that what she said was completely true. He never went out in public without some sort of hat and had done so for as long as he could remember - and for very good reason.
"Yeah..." she mused, picking up on the fact that her question made him uncomfortable, "Whatchya hidin' under there?" Pulling her feet from his grip, she placed her mug down on the coffee table. Getting on her knees, she leaned towards him, placing her hands on the couch in front of her as she tilted her head, "You got an antenna up here or somethin'?"
It freaked the man out just how right she was, in a sense at least.
"Or maybe..." she pulled her knees beneath her then, sitting back on her heels as ignored the panicked look in her friend's eyes, "You're a demon right?"
"Yeah," half the truth but close enough. God, she was so close to him, inspecting him and trying to figure out just what he was hiding. The scent of her had him starting to have conflicting emotions of panic and need, but he kept himself reigned in, regardless of how hard he wanted to pull her close and taste her with no repercussions. Those molten amber eyes kept inspecting her face, seeing her own mahogany ones looking at the top of his head.
"Oh! Ears!" Judging by how her friend tensed up even more, she had to have gotten the answer right. Gasping, her eyes widened before a small shriek of excitement followed, "I'm right, aren't I? You have ears up there!"
"Keh. No I don't. I just-" he folded his arms across his chest and turned his head away from her in defiance, "Prefer how I look in hats, that's all." He tried to deflect, only to sense one of her hands reaching up to try and grab at the toque that sat on his head. With superhuman speed, he snatched her wrist and stared her down with a slight curl of his lip, "Just leave it," he warned, though that rarely ever deterred the woman in front of him.
"C'mon Yash. Let me see," she half whined, allowing her arm to go limp in his grasp. His touch was warm and tight, holding a strength that had her mind wander for just a split second. A thought of how that grip would feel around her throat.
He could smell it, a pooling between her thighs that he often did when they hung out alone together. It drove him wild and it typically wasn't long after that scent started that he always made his exit. As frustrating as it was, she'd been extremely clear about their boundaries and he'd respected them; yet, that smell always lingered, which meant she wanted him, in some capacity. At least, that what he could only assume unless she was thinking about someone else.
"There's nothing to see," he rebutted, only to watch her try to snatch the hat with her free hand. Dodging it by leaning his head back, it caused Kagome to fall forwards against his side. Fingers still grasping, he released a disgruntled, "Would you quit it?!" as he grabbed her other wrist, taking both in one hand as he bored down at her with a furrowed brow. The top she wore was a crop top and, as he held her wrists up and above her head, he could see more of her than usual. He could see the cinch of her waist and the dips of her ribs; what he wouldn't give to know what her skin felt like against his palms.
The way he managed to hold both of her wrists in one hand, it made her stop for a moment or two, trying to break free. Damn, he was so fucking strong. Her mind wandered again, thinking about how he could easily move her as he pleased - toss her around a little. It caused another spike shoot right to her core, pushing out her lower lip at him in a pout. Fuck. If there was ever a sight that would get his dick hard, it would be something close to what he was witnessing in front of him. He was starting to realize that joggers were perhaps a bad idea - didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I'm gonna let you go and you better keep your filthy hands to yourself," each word was spoken slowly, wanting to make sure that she fully understood every syllable he stated. Kagome relaxed in his hold, bottom lip still jutted out in defiance; even still, she gave a nod of understanding.
Relinquishing some of his grip, he tested the waters if she would try to reach for him again. When she didn't show signs of it, he released her hands completely, prepared to lean back against the couch and start to think of anything and everything he considered disgusting to try and keep himself from getting too hard.
Yet, before he could, she managed to snag the toque on the top of his head and off, "Kagome!" he scolded, only to hear a very long, audible gasp being taken in by the woman who had just revealed one of his best-hidden secrets.
Atop his head were two fuzzy, white dog ears. They were sticking up straight for a moment before they fell flat against his head out of annoyance. She almost didn't know how to react, finding them to be too adorable to even speak - and to know that they sat atop one of the surliest men she'd ever met, it amused her greatly, "They're so-"
He was prepared for all of the other names they'd been called: weird, gross, strange, unholy. The list went on and on, having heard every derogatory term under the sun. Hell, even his ex had tried to pretend they didn't exist.
"Cute!"
It was practically a shriek of excitement and giddiness, leaving Inuyasha with wide eyes of surprise.
"Cute?"
That was a new one and probably one of the only, if not the only, time that his ears had been described as something positive.
"I love them!" that same giddiness remained. Inuyasha was basically frozen, trying to register just what was going on. Pairing that with the building scent of a sweet musk that was her arousal, it took him a second to realize that she'd straddled him and took one ear in each hand. Holding herself up on her knees, it meant that her breasts were practically in his face. If that hadn't been enough for him, her fingers rubbed his ears and he tried to stifle a groan. Every bit of will had to be used as his fists clenched tightly at his sides, knowing he needed to do something before he crossed one of those boundaries she'd set.
"K-" he started, "Kagome," her name was a choked grunt as he lifted his hands to grip her wrists and pull her hands away, "Stop." The word had force behind it, volume slightly higher than normal but holding more grit, almost as if he was speaking between his teeth.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Does it hurt when I do that?" it was asked so innocently, gaze peering down at him with genuine concern on her face. Inuyasha tried to keep his gaze averted from hers, keeping his hands wrapped around her wrists.
Kagome wasn't completely oblivious, she knew how she was situated was suggestive. He had been so good at keeping his hands to himself, respecting her boundaries, and never being pushy or giving a hint that he'd wanted more than what she gave him. Their time together had been refreshing and was aware that there had been a building tension between them. Kagome had told herself that she would keep herself from dating for at least six months, but the man beneath her had waltzed into her life (rather clumsily, one would say) and had managed to repair her heart more than she'd ever anticipated. Sure, it was still cracked and those wounds wouldn't be healed for a while, but Inuyasha had made the healing process easier. As much as she tried to keep herself in check and stay within the rules that she had given herself, Inuyasha had made it extremely difficult.
Seeing him averting his gaze, she couldn't tell if he was actually angry or if there was something else. Lowering down so she was fully straddled on his lap, she realized that he wasn't angry - quite the opposite judging by something that was half hard in his joggers. The way he tensed out of embarrassment and let go of her wrists only to place his hands on her waist to basically lift her up and off of him, it became clear that she hadn't been hurting him when she rubbed his ears.
Having been lifted as if she were nothing and almost tossed on the couch beside him, she could see him climb to his feet, grabbing his toque and putting it on his head before walking to the entryway, "Inuyasha, wait-" she called, climbing to her feet and urgently making her way over to him. Meeting him at the closet, she gripped his bicep to stop him from pulling it from the hanger, "I'm sorry about taking your hat off, that wasn't okay -"
"Kagome," his voice was lower, gravelly and husky. It shot an electric surge up her spine, hair standing on end, and that familiar heat building in her core, "It's not that," He could have sworn his jaw was so clenched that he didn't think he could open it again. She had to know what he meant, what she'd done to him, and how he was trying to keep the respect that he'd held all that time. The last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of breaking her trust and losing one of the only people he felt he'd had a genuine connection with. Regardless of if they'd ever started dating, Kagome had become a comfort in the two short months that they'd really gotten to know each other.
Turning his head away from her, he cleared his throat, still keeping his hands to himself even as she walked in front of him to put herself between him and the closet, "I can-" he dared himself to glance towards her, seeing her staring up at him with those warm mahogany hues that had him swoon; well, as much as someone like him could swoon, "I can smell you," he finally stated, letting his gaze leave her to stare that the door in an attempt to both hide the flush of his cheeks, as well as keep himself from getting too lost in how close she was.
"Smell me?" she asked, confused by the statement as she tried to tilt her head and catch his gaze, "What's that supposed to mean?" Then it hit her, a blush crossing her own face at the realization of what exactly he meant, "He can smell that?" It was a stupid question to ask herself, as she knew that he was a dog demon - that's what he'd told her. It wasn't as though she was inexperienced with having someone able to smell things that humans couldn't; she couldn't recall the number of times that Koga had made some sort of comment on how she smelled. It always made her feel like he had been reading her mind.
Inuyasha remained silent, swallowing back the desire to just turn his head and ravage her as he desired, "Oh," he heard from her, quiet and timid and holding the obvious realization that she understood what he meant, "What does it smell like?" she asked, placing her hands on his chest as her head craned back in order to see his face properly.
Was she trying to kill him? Why did she have to ask a question like that? It had startled him, letting his head turn and eyes fall upon the softened expression she gave him, "What?" The word was lace in a breath, gripping her wrists for the second time that night and pulling them from his chest, "Kagome, I need to go," he stated affirmatively but didn't release his hold on her wrists as he did so. Another spike in her scent had him gulping, feeling as if he could start literally sweating at any moment.
The way she'd pulled her hands from him, slow and gentle, he couldn't help but release his grasp to allow her to move them to his shoulders, "No, you don't," she whispered, pushing herself up on her toes to try and reach his face. A jolt of panic ran through Inuyasha, not knowing how to react to what she was doing; he knew what she was doing, but was it some sort of test? Then one of her hands reached up higher to cup the back of his neck to pull him closer and he couldn't pull away if his life depended on it. The scent of her was too intoxicating, leaving him yearning for her more than he ever had. The touch of her was like a siren, drawing him down into the depth of her warmth - completely under her spell.
Their lips met slowly and with tenderness as if both of them were testing the waters - Kagome testing to see if her feelings were true and Inuyasha testing to see if this had been something she actually wanted.
She tasted as good as he'd thought she would and oh so much more, like honey and lavender, subtle but sweet none the less. As much as he hated to admit it, Inuyasha had thought about what she would taste like. And not just how her lips tasted, how all of her tasted.
Kagome's other hand left his shoulder to rest on his neck, thumb brushing over his jawline as a gentle invitation for more, an invitation that Inuyasha happily accepted. Feeling him push back against her, she returned the depth with a low hum against his lips. The weight of his arms wrapping around her waist and drawing her closer had both of her own hands cupping against his cheeks. It felt safe and comfortable, something Inuyasha had given her plenty of over the last two months.
There wasn't an ounce of regret within her as they broke the kiss, Kagome still up on her tip-toes from their height difference. Slowly, her eyes opened to see his amber ones staring back at her, half-lidded and dazed. They mirrored her own in that sense.
"Kagome..." he breathed, unsure what to say or how to say it, but he didn't need to.
"Shh," she cooed, biting on her lower lip before running her hands back down his chest and bringing herself back onto the flats of her feet, "Don't go." Her head shook ever so slightly as if to try and convince him that her words were true, "Please?"
An internal conflict raged within him at a mile a minute, trying to decide what the best course of action was. She was asking him to stay, so the answer should have been easy, but maybe she'd regret it later? Maybe they both would. Even still, he kept his arms wrapped around her, though much more loosely than they had been before. He'd always hoped that something like this would happen, that she would change her mind and make some sort of move, or ask him to, at least. But now that the opportunity was in front of him, staring up at him and asking him not to go, he hesitated. Even with the taste of her still lingering on his lips, he managed to keep himself in check long enough to ask, "Are you sure?"
A simple nod was her response, followed by a soft 'mhm' that struck right into his chest. God, she was so adorable and smelled so fucking good that he gave into the fact that there was no way he could pull himself away now. Not in a million years. Reaching down, he gripped beneath her thighs, hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. After releasing an entertained shriek, the petite woman wasted no time, pressing her lips back against his own with a giggle as he carried them back to the couch.
Sitting himself down, it had her straddling his hips just as she had before he'd practically scrambled to get her off him, "Can I take your hat off?" she asked against his lips, breathy and pleading. If the grip of Inuyasha's hands on her waist, pushing her harder against him, and growling was an answer, she figured it was a 'yes'. Pulling her face from him and straightening herself, she gripped the back of the toque and yanked it from his head before tossing somewhere on the couch beside them.
With her straightened, her neck was exposed and in plain view, making it easy for Inuyasha to lean forward and place an open-mouthed, wet kiss to the skin there. A wistful, ragged breath wrapped around a whimper while she let her head fall back to give him access to more of her neck and collarbone, "Yash..." she husked, cupping the back of his neck beneath his hair and drawing him closer. The way his ears turned towards her completely, straight and attentive, as if he was trying to hear every little whimper, whisper, or whine, Kagome had noticed and it brought an amused smile to her lips.
Creeping one hand up to grip one of those fuzzy appendages, it was stopped by the man beneath her, gripping her hand in his own and placing her hand against his lips, "Don't," he murmured, nipping at the pulse point on her wrist as he looked up at her. As badly as he wanted her, to take her and fuck her into the couch cushions just like he did all of his other hookups, he didn't think she deserved that. She deserved more than that; he wanted to savor this. Kagome gave a disappointed huff as she looked down at him; the scowl that had been on his face morphed into a grin, taking his hand to cup the back of her head and pull it closer to his own. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, that deep honey of his eyes melting her very core, only to have her mental knees weak at his words, "Unless you want me to throw you down on the couch and fuck you until you beg me to stop."
It was so forward and explicit, providing her with a mental picture that had her releasing a ragged breath, a result of the shiver that ran down her spine and shot right to her pussy. There was no hiding the way his pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and Kagome knew that he could smell it just as much as she could feel it, "Like that, do you?" He teased, running his tongue over one of his fangs before he finally released his hold of her hand to let both hands grip her hips and push her down against him, his hips pushing upwards to have her feeling just what she did to him - how hard she made him, "It smells like spice and smoke from a campfire," he breathed, finally answering her question from earlier, "That's what it smells like," he added, feeling how she gripped his shoulders and bit down on her lower lip, "And I could smell it every," he pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth, "Single," the other side then, "Time," his lips found hers, but it was only small and short, "Just like I can smell it right now," a moment later, he captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss, immediately sparking the flame that'd been building between them. No longer was it slow and tender, but hot and desperate, with Kagome's hands cupping his cheeks as his own gripped her ass.
A delectable whine left the woman above him, causing him to want nothing more than to hear sounds like that, only amplified and laced with his name. Lost in the haze of her own lust and need, she pushed her hips down against him, feeling the girth of him press against her aching pussy. Growling, he released her ass and ran his hands up and over her back, sliding beneath her shirt and letting the softness of it run over his rough palms. She felt just as good as he'd imagined, skin soft like silk and warm like the cement on a hot day.
A tug at the hem of his shirt had him pulling his lips from her, getting the hint, and peeling his shirt from his torso before tossing it carelessly behind him. He had every intention to lean forward and get another taste of her when he saw her looking down at his torso. She knew he had his arm completely tattooed, but when the shirt came off, she was surprised to see even more ink that donned his body. The sleeve on his arm continued onto the same pec, the mist forming into a traditional Japanese pattern. On his opposite rib and down his side was a serpent-like dragon with an arrow in its mouth, its scales a vibrant red and deep black. The canvas of such beautiful art was just as good to look at, with a defined six-pack and defined chest. In fact, every muscle was defined - it made sense if he was lifting heavy machinery all day for a living. Inuyasha simply let her sit and stare, ego boosted as just how she was looking at him so intently. The way she seemed to lick her bottom lip before taking it between her teeth as explorative fingers ran over all that they could reach.
Kagome's hungry eyes followed her hands as they trailed up to his collarbone. It was then that she felt his gaze on her, lifting her head and meeting his gaze with her own. A similar hunger dwelled there, brewing and very promising. He could hear just how hard her heart was pounding in her chest, how she swallowed in an attempt to keep her mouth from watering too much and it only drove him to want more of her.
"Inuyasha," she started, their faces a mere breath away, "I-" The sudden smell of uncertainty managed to break through the intense scent of her wanting, causing him to jump to conclusions.
"We can stop," as much as it would kill him to do so.
"No! It's not that," she interjected rather frantically, shaking her head as her hands cupped his neck, "Can we keep this between us?" Kagome asked rather meekly, causing Inuyasha's brows to furrow and an all too familiar pain to rise in his chest. A secret. That's what his ex had wanted too, to keep what he was a secret from anyone who couldn't tell. The sudden change in aura had Kagome's chest tighten and her stomach to drop, "It's just, I don't want..." A deep sigh left her as she climbed off him to sit beside him instead, leaning one shoulder against the couch as she kept herself facing him completely.
That all too real panic began to rise up in his belly, prepared to book it if he needed to, to save himself from more embarrassment, "What I do-" she began, taking his hand in both of her own and encasing it with them, "It's complicated. My last relationship was very public and-" she swallowed some, keeping her gaze on him as her hands remained on his, "I'm worried that people would misinterpret things about me or, more importantly, about you," her head tilted slightly, hoping that it made sense. She shifted a bit closer to him as she saw a mixture of very negative emotions amalgamate within his gaze, "I don't want you dragged into something that could invade a lot of your privacy."
The gears were turning in Inuyasha's head, trying to make sense of what she was saying, or perhaps warning him of. He wasn't too fond of being the center of attention, unlike Kagome, and she knew that. The trust he had in her was the first he'd felt in a long time, his heart letting his guard down to give a piece of it. A part of him knew that she never wanted to hurt him, that much he knew after two months of really getting to know her. There wasn't a vindictive bone in her body, regardless of the fact that she was able to stick up for herself well.
Yet, a very large part of him had been hurt by those he'd trusted too many times to just blindly trust her and what she was saying. What she'd asked of him, to keep what they were doing a secret, it hurt a very deep realm of himself. But how was she supposed to know that? She didn't. He hadn't told her anything about his last relationship, nothing too in detail at any capacity. Kagome wasn't the same as his ex, she just wasn't.
"I know it sounds-" she was losing confidence and began feeling guilt for asking him such a thing.
"Cold." Inuyasha finished her sentence somewhat aggressively, pushing his tongue to the side of his cheek as he pulled his gaze from her to look behind the couch. He pulled his hand from hers and Kagome reflexively reached back out to try and grab it back.
"I want this," she stated honestly, holding more conviction behind her words while she let her hands rest back in her own lap, "I do, Yash." she repeated, shrugging as she gripped the fabric of her sweatpants, "I feel close to you. I haven't been so excited to be around someone in a very long time." Slowly, Inuyasha's head turned back towards her, knowing that he'd felt exactly the same as she did, "I've wanted to kiss you so many times, but knew that, if I did, I would be dragging you into something that wasn't fair to you."
Scanning her face, his jaw clenched less out of frustration but more so in thought. Kagome, the beautiful soul she was, showed no sign of falsehood in her tone or her face and Inuyasha felt it almost impossible to stay hurt, "How long?"
A mental sign of relief washed over her as she felt him take her hand in his own, "A couple months but," she took his hand and pressed it to her own cheek, "I just want you to be sure about this. Yash, even when I feel it's alright to tell people I'm with you, my life is on the internet. If you become a part of that-"
"I don't give a shit," Inuyasha interrupted before using the hand on her cheek to pull her closer and press a kiss to her lips, gentle and subdued. He did give a shit, he knew that much - his privacy was something he cherished, but at that moment, he couldn't imagine not having her in his life like she was in that moment, "We can talk about that more when you want to...stop keeping it between us," he whispered against her lips. Nodding softly, Kagome let herself indulge in his taste once again before pulling away and climbing to her feet.
Taking his hand, she could see the confused look on his face as she pulled him to a standing position and started to lead him towards her bedroom, "Kagome?" he asked, following her without any sort of fight.
Leading him into her bedroom, she closed the door and, with a soft click, let go of his hand to lean against it, "So, is rubbing your ears the only way to get you to fuck me?" She surprised herself with how forward her statement was, but she didn't want to waste any more time. She wanted - no - needed him and she knew for a fact that he needed her back.
The look that came over her demon soon-to-be lover's face was purely primal, causing that same spice and smoke to meet his nose. Walking towards her, he placed one hand against the door above her head so he could lean over her, like a predator ready to devour his prey. Kagome could see how his muscles moved beneath his flesh, his obliques leading to the defined hip ridge that trailed down to what she had been wanting for long enough. He smelled like cedar and pine mixed with some sort of body wash that she couldn't distinguish the brand of, not that it mattered, and that smell had become home to her for the last two months.
And she wanted it all over her.
"Mmm, no," he mused, keeping himself hovered over her with one arm, his free hand toying with the hem of her crop top, "There's one other thing," he added, leaning his head down towards her so they were merely a word away. A playful smirk formed on his lips, Kagome preparing herself to hear what kind of wonderfully debaucherous action she'd ask of her.
"Tell me what you put my name as in your phone."
Kagome's eyes widened as her jaw went slack, though her mouth was pulled into a deceiving smile, "Are you serious?" she asked with a soft laugh, "Is this the long con? Get in my pants just to find out what I have you as in my phone and then dip?" The fact that he was being this teasing and, frankly, ridiculous, brought her so much endearing amusement.
"You caught me," he added, only to feel her playfully smack his chest and give him an incredulous look. Two whole months she'd teased him with showing it to him if he 'behaved' but now it was at the point that he'd behaved enough. There was no way that Kagome could disagree with that, he'd been on his best behaviour the last two months, not that she didn't think he would. Inuyasha may have been a dog demon but that didn't make him an animal.
Giving him a small roll of her eyes, she finally conceded, "Fine. But I have to go grab my phone from the living room," she stated, hooking her index finger against the waistband of his joggers, "You gonna let me go?"
Narrowing his gaze, he kept her pinned against the wall, weighing his options; he wanted her - fuck, did he ever want her, but they had time. They had the whole rest of the night and Inuyasha planned to use up every second of it.
Without a word, he pushed himself off the door and Kagome immediately turned around, turning the knob before opening the door and heading to the living room. Leaning on the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, he watched as she walked away, surveying how her body moved, knowing that he'd be able to soon see how it moved in the most intimate of ways brought a grin to his lips. Every ounce of will had been needed to restrain himself from thinking how her hips would roll as she rode him, something he was sure to make a reality.
Walking to the living room, she easily picked up her phone from the coffee table, taking the time to open it and check if she'd gotten any notifications. A couple from Instagram and YouTube and a text from Yuka - nothing pressing. Having been walking while she was checking, she didn't realize just how famished her lover's eyes were until she pulled her attention from her phone to look at his face. It nearly took her breath away, the way he seemed to worship her with his gaze, and to the point where she froze in front of him. Casually, he held his hand out for her to take the phone and read what she'd put him as, Kagome moving to put the phone in his hand before quickly snatching it away with a smirk, "I have one condition," she stated, managing to find some of that inner confidence.
A thick brow cocked upward in questioning as well as to say 'I'm listening', hand still held out with the intent to have a phone placed within it. The scent of her enveloped him as she took another step towards him, holding her phone against her chest as she leaned her head closer to his, "You have to promise to make me cum-"
They lay there for a minute, simply breathing heavily as they came down from their cloud nine they'd been sailing on. Kagome began to feel the stretch in her legs, having collapsed with them still hooked over his shoulders, "Inuyasha..." she whimpered, causing him to lift his head and realize what she needed. Rolling off of her, he left her suddenly and Kagome felt empty and slightly cold. Letting her legs fall onto the bed, she hummed with relief even though she knew that, come morning, she would have difficulty moving.
Climbing off the bed wordlessly, Kagome watched with slight panic as Inuyasha made his way to the ensuit when all he was doing was pulling the condom from his cock, tying it off and putting it in the garbage bin. Almost as quickly as he'd left her side, he was back, lying on his back but pulling her against his side.
Resting her head against his chest, she draped her arm over his torso as her other stay huddled against her chest. Aimless touches traced over her shoulder with his claws, enough to give a pleasant tickle, "Fuck, that was good," he suddenly said, causing Kagome to lift her head to look up at him.
"I can't remember the last time I've felt like this," Kagome stated with a cheeky grin, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, "Like my muscles have turned to mush."
Giving her a squeeze, he pressed a kiss to her forehead as they fell in a comfortable silence, just basking in the warmth of their bare flesh against one another. Kagome had been prepared to lull into a very light sleep, only to hear Inuyasha speak, "Kagome," he began, keeping his attention on the ceiling but knew she was listening by the hum of acknowledgment she gave, "I don't want this to be a one-time thing," he admitted, too nervous to look at her face as he said it.
Feeling a shift beside him, he realized Kagome was moving to prop herself up on her elbow to get a better look at him, "I didn't think it was," she replied easily, moving the arm from his waist to let her hand cup his cheek and force him to look at her, "When I said I wanted this, I wanted you as more than a friend with benefits." The touch of his hand on her wrist had her stroking the apple of his cheek with her thumb, keeping her gaze intensely on his, "I know I want to keep it between us, but that didn't mean seeing other people; unless-"
"No, that's not what I thought," he replied with a shake of his head, "I just didn't know what we would call...this."
"I dunno. All I know is that I'm not interested in anyone else," she explained with a sweet smile. Inuyasha felt his heart flutter at those words, knowing he felt the exact same. With that realization, a pang shot through his heart - she wasn't interested in anyone else, but she didn't know what he was. Apparently, Kagome picked up on the damening of his mood, pressing a kiss to his forehead before calling him out, "What's goin' on in that head of yours?"
"Nothin'," he replied, keeping his tone gentle as he pressed a kiss to her arm, "I'm not interested in anyone else, either."
Resting back down to press her head against his shoulder, she kept his gaze by keeping that same hand on his cheek, "You staying the night?"
"If I'm invited," he teased, offering a playful grin as he took her hand from his cheek, pressed a kiss to the palm of it and held it against his chest thereafter, "Then fuck yeah, I'll stay the night."
That answer had Kagome giggling softly as she scootched closer to him still, "Good, because I am inviting you. I'll even make us breakfast in the morning, how does that sound?"
"That's the best thing I've heard you say all night," he replied, pressing a kiss to her lips as she released an amused hum.
"Mmm, oh yeah? Nothing about the last hour topped that?"
"Alright, second best," spoken through a smile, he brushed his nose against her own.
"What the the first best?" She couldn't help it, she'd always been nosy.
"When you said you wanted me."