Author's Note: Writing Inuyasha as, not only a human, but a drunk human was a challenge of itself and I hope I executed it well enough! This chapter took forever to write because of that, but I still had a bunch of fun while doing so. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.
Thank you lavendertwilight89, Sapphirestarxx and Keichanz for being my betas!
"Babe, stop. Just come 'n sit down. Please?"
Seated on his couch, legs tucked beneath herself, Kagome watched as her boyfriend paced back and forth in his living room. Shoulders were tense, arms folded across his chest as he waited for the sun to go down. He always got anxious on new moon nights, feeling vulnerable in both the physical and mental sense. If he had it his way, Kagome would never see him in his human form, but he knew it wasn't a possibility — her own stubbornness rivaled even his own.
"What do you possibly think is gunna happen when I see you?"
Inuyasha paused then, his side facing her, causing him to turn his head towards her. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know; he was scared she'd prefer him in his human state. A melancholy smile creeped over her face in response, apologetic and reassuring, "Come sit with me."
Turning his head forward, he released a short, sharp sigh before making his way over to the couch, obeying her by taking a seat beside her. With that said, his stance was far from comfortable, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees as his hands wrung each other. Not even the gentle touch of her hand rubbing at his back was enough to lessen the anxiousness building in his belly.
Only a small handful of people had ever seen him in his human state, Miroku and Kikyo being the only two outside of his family who'd been trusted enough.
And look where that landed him.
Kagome's attention turned to the glass sliding door to his backyard, seeing the sun truly start to go down as the sky became darker and darker. Turning back to him, she pushed herself up higher on her knees as she leaned forward. One hand rested on his shoulder, as the other cupped his chin, making sure his head stayed where it was. Leaning close to his ear, she pressed a gentle kiss to the base of it, "See you in the morning," she whispered, addressing the statement to his ears alone, gently turning his head towards her so she could place a kiss to the tip of his opposite ear, "I'll miss you."
Inuyasha basked in her touch, eyes closing but keeping his face in that same pensive state despite the fact that he was touched by her sentiment. The touch of her lips trailed to his forehead, then his nose and, lastly, his lips.
Slow and languid, open-mouthed and heated, the kiss held the intent to distract him from his own seemingly tormented mind. Her hand moved to cup his cheek as she maneuvered to straddle him and was instantly rewarded by the feel of his hands on her waist.
As the sun descended behind the horizon, Kagome suddenly felt a pulse radiate outward from the man she held onto. The aura of it was warm and held a low frequency, making it less shocking than it could have been. Testing her theory, she moved her tongue to scrape where his fangs would have been, only to feel a dulled down canine incisor in its stead.
Slowly, she pulled from his lips, eyes slowly opening to see just how much he'd changed.
The first thing she noticed was the inky black hair that donned his head, instead of his recognizable silver. Flitting her gaze upwards, she saw his lack of dog ears before changing her path and finding two human ones on either side of his head. That path ended when mahogany met charcoal, absent of the stunning honey that she'd grown to adore.
Though his most distinguishable features were gone, Kagome would still have been able to pick him out in a crowd. His defined jaw, thick brows and defiant smoulder told her that the man she straddled was still the man she loved. Shock was inevitable, spanning over her face for a moment or two before her expression softened and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his.
"You still look like you," she mused lovingly, cupping his cheeks with both hands as her gaze bore into his.
He already felt himself inconvenienced and irritated, unable to smell her or read her emotions as he was normally able to. The taste of her had dulled as they kissed when the change happened and it had almost been enough for him to let out a whine, but he kept himself composed. Even the soft touch of her skin seemed dulled as he ran his hands up and under the pajama tank top she wore.
"Does it hurt?"
Inuyasha shook his head, "No. Just makes me feel...drained."
"Drained?" Kagome repeated as she ran her hands down his shoulder, over his bicep and forearm to take one of her hands in his. She'd realized she didn't feel the familiar tickle of his claws against her skin and decided to investigate. Bringing his hand between them, she saw the lack of claws and gently ran one of her own fingers down the underside of his index finger.
"Uh—" he'd only explained the sensation once, so finding the words were slightly difficult, "Feels like I got cotton in my ears, like I'm sick. I can't smell or taste as good 'n feel like I'm goin' blind."
"That sounds uncomfortable," she mused empathetically after examining his hand and lacing their fingers together. Bringing them to her lips, she pressed a kiss to the back of his before resting her cheek against it, "Must be easy to sleep through, though."
"Don't sleep," he stated bluntly with a small shake of his head, "Too anxious."
Kagome's heart broke at that, realizing that these nights must have been difficult for him in so many different ways. Not only for physical reasons, but it must have been hard growing up, being able to be considered normal for just one night — to have a taste of normalcy (or what society deemed as such) — only to go back to as he was in the morning.
"You planning to sleep tonight?"
The shake of his head had her a little disappointed, half hoping that he'd be less anxious knowing that she'd seen him and it changed nothing about how she felt towards him.
"You know I love you in whatever way you are, right?" Kagome asked, seeing his expression all into one of vulnerability, giving her a small, but extremely honest, nod. He undoubtedly knew that she loved him regardless of his physical state, but there was still that nagging feeling at the back of his head trying to convince him that she preferred him as he was at that moment, "But—"
A breath hitched itself into his throat, eyes widening slightly with the anticipation of his fears becoming a reality. However, when Kagome flashed him that bright, warm, loving smile, all tension seemed to leave his body before she even spoke, "I fell in love with you as a hanyou, not as a human…" Releasing his hand, she let both of hers run down the front of his chest. Inuyasha released a heavy breath he'd been holding, offering her a ghost of a smile of his own.
"Sure you don't prefer this?"
The question left him before he could stop himself, not really knowing the point of asking it. Maybe it was for reassurance or the courtesy of giving her an opportunity to be completely honest and confess that she did, in fact, prefer him as a human.
Perhaps she should have been offended, hearing that question posed towards her as if he didn't trust her; but, Kagome only felt understanding towards him. Their big blow up had brought about context to his behaviour, making it easier for her to understand his motives. Because of that, she nodded her head in response, "I'm sure."
Still rather strong arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her flush against him as he dug his head into the crook of her neck, embracing her almost desperately. Kagome returned it easily, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting one of her hands cradle the back of his head.
They stayed like that for a few moments until she made an effort to lighten the mood, "If you plan on not sleeping, I can think of something we could do to pass the time," she teased, only to feel Inuyasha tense up around her, almost as if he flinched. The shift in body language had Kagome's playful demeanor vanish, falling into something holding concern, "Babe?"
Pulling from him some, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck as she tried to catch his gaze, "Everything okay?"
He wasn't surprised by her suggestion, in fact, he expected it. Why he hadn't said anything almost immediately was on him, but now it was too late and all he could do was try and find the right words.
"Uh—" he began, averting his gaze from hers as she tried to catch it, "Not—not tonight," he murmured, letting his eyes flit towards her before looking away once again, "I just—"
Before he could continue, he felt her lips on his, silencing him and letting it linger for a moment or two before pulling away, "I get it," she breathed, cupping his cheeks and holding his head in place. She should have known that it was a touchy subject, especially since he'd been very clear on how his past relationship held a major sense of contingency when it came to his human nights. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel as though him in his human form was what she preferred, because that was far from true. That didn't mean she didn't love him or find him attractive, but she did have a preference.
"Thank you," he breathed, running his hands up her waist then inward towards the span of her back. It felt so good to have her in his arms, comforting him and accepting him for who and what he was. Never had he thought he'd find someone who would take him — all of him — as he was and love him so fiercely. Never did he expect to do the same for someone else, hold a love so heavy and authentic in his heart that it sometimes made it difficult to breathe.
Soft lips pulled into a smile, leaning forward and resting her forehead against his as she ran her hands down the front of her chest, "What do you normally do on these nights to keep yourself occupied?"
"Drink," he stated almost instantly, causing Kagome's heart to break as well as her curiosity to spark. There was no stopping the thought of him drunk, knowing that his hanyou state left it almost impossible for him to feel any sort of buzz. Still, that look of empathy crossed her face, running her hands back up to his neck, "Makes it easier."
"Do you wanna drink, right now?" Kagome couldn't stop herself from asking, mind moving into how she can make sure he felt comfortable for the night.
That question had Inuyasha looking up at her quizzically, hands running back down to her hips and over the tops of her thighs before running back up. The even motion of his hands running up and over her body gave her some sense of calm, "I mean, kinda; but, I think it's just outta habit at this point. We don't gotta."
"We can, if it makes things easier."
"Babe—" he began, letting his lips pull into the ghost of a smile, affectionate in nature at the notion of her just wanting nothing but the best for him, "I got you to get drunk off of," he teased, feeling Kagome gently smack his chest as she gave off a scoff.
"You're such a suck," she replied before loosely wrapping her arms around his neck, "I've never seen you drunk."
"'Cause human alcohol does jack shit," he explained with a shrug, and unimpressed Kagome rolling her eyes rather casually.
"I gathered," she mocked, moving to climb off him and rise to her feet, "I'm gunna get a glass of wine, you want anything?"
The threat of a whine was stopped short in his throat before it could manifest audibly, feeling cold from the absence of her against him. However, with her no longer straddling him, he leaned back against the couch, one arm resting on the back of it, "Depends. You wanna get me drunk?"
A mischievous look passed over her face, lips pulled up at the corner of one side before giving him a shrug to feign innocence, "Maybe…" she sang as she opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle of white wine.
"A glassa bourbon's good."
The chuckle that followed his words was genuine and warm, seeing as she gave him a salute, pressing two fingers to her forehead before pushing them forward, "Comin' right up!" Her words were bright and playful, something that was a drastic change to what he normally experienced on his human nights.
Once again, Kagome was solidifying a place within his heart that he didn't think he'd ever make space for, or even have the capability to. Everything about her brought a new sense of life that he didn't think he'd be able to enjoy. Sometimes, he would still get caught off guard by something she said or did, bowling him over with an emotion that he couldn't describe because it felt so much more than love. Maybe he was getting in over his head about it—maybe it was his human emotions getting the better of him—but, all he could think of was just how fucking lucky he was to have her.
With both glasses in hand, Kagome took her seat back on the couch, sitting as she had been before she straddled him: side against the cushions with her elbow on the back of the couch. Handing him his glass of bourbon, Inuyasha lifted it to his lips to take a sip.
Damn. It burned way worse when he was human.
"We should play a drinking game," Kagome suggested, resting her head in her hand with a playful smile. The incredulous expression she received from her boyfriend had her challenging him, brows lifting with expectancy.
"What are we, in highschool?" He chided, feeling her hand smack against his bicep in fake offence, "Are there even any drinking games for two people?"
Taking a moment to ponder, Kagome took a long sip of her wine, making a humming sound after she swallowed, "Never have I ever?" She suggested, seeing Inuyasha cock a brow upward.
Looked like he would be needing some convincing.
"It's easy. We each take turns telling each other something we haven't done, and if you have, you drink."
"I know how 'never have I ever' works, babe," he countered, seeing Kagome roll her eyes in response to his attitude.
"Well, I figured since you're a senior citizen, you might need it explained to you," she teased, leaning forward as she spoke, hearing her currently human boyfriend scoff before taking a sip of his own bourbon, "So. Whaddya say?"
Shrugging, he passively responded with a simple, "Sure," before moving his torso to rest his own elbow on the back of the couch, facing her completely, "Who goes first?"
In all honesty, he was a little wary of this game, hoping that Kagome kept her statements rather tame and surface level. Being human, he found his emotions running a million miles a minute and they were harder to keep in check. Another reason why Kikyo had preferred him in such a state; his walls came down and, in a way, he was easier to handle. There were less walls to climb.
"I can," Kagome offered, gently tapping her index finger against the swell of the glass she held as she hummed in thought. Across from her, Inuyasha waited patiently—well, as patiently as he could—holding his glass while resting it on his thigh. Another few moments passed before Kagome's face lit up, making Inuyasha curious and wary. If Kagome was anything, she would be sneaky, "Never have I ever been in a physical fight."
The lack of surprise that crossed Kagome's face as her boyfriend took a sip of his drink wasn't unexpected. If she knew Inuyasha at all, he didn't do well with words and that included when it came to confrontation. To know that he ended bad blood with his fists was very in character for him, "When was the last time you got in a fight?" Kagome couldn't help but pry, curious to know if that was still something he did; though, she felt as though she'd know if he had.
Then again, he was able to hide the fact that he was a hanyou from her for six months.
"Uh—" His free hand lifted to scratch at his chin in thought, charcoal gaze lifting to the ceiling, "I think it was a week or so after we met," he mused, tone low and unsure, "Yeah." His attention found Kagome, shrugging casually, "Got in a brawl with some drunkard at a bar. The guy was tryin'da pick a fight with everyone he saw, so I offered myself as tribute." A smug smirk crossed his face then, Kagome finding it unfamiliar to not see one of his fangs peek through as he did so.
"You fight a lot?" Kagome pried, keeping up her typical curiosity and slight nosiness.
"Used to. Not since you, though," he answered honestly, bringing his drink to his lips, only to stop right before doing so, "Wouldn't mind beatin' Koga's ass, though."
"Babe!" The scolding in her tone was genuine, knowing full well that he was completely serious. He'd mentioned in passing that he'd met Koga when he'd picked her up from that product launch party.
"A real charmer." He'd said.
"What? That mangy wolf could be knocked down a few pegs," his tone was unceremoniously casual, as if it was something bound to happen, "Hmm, guess it's my turn, huh?"
Giving him a nod, Kagome realized that she'd probably not be drinking as much as he would be, which suited her fine. She was much younger and much more inexperienced in comparison to him, knowing full well he'd lived three of her lifetimes based on her age at that point, "Yup. Hit me," she chirped, "Make it a good one, I'm getting thirsty."
"Never have I ever…" he paused for a moment, thinking about the right way to word the statement that it made sense, "Gotten a tattoo," a very wide, wily smirk crossed his face before very mockingly groaned, "Oh no, guess I gotta drink."
Rolling her eyes, Kagome took a sip of her wine, making it a big one to make up for the fact that Inuyasha was also drinking. Pulling the wine glass away from her lips, she shook her head at him, "That's not how the game's played."
"You never said I couldn't say something I'd done," he countered, seeing Kagome narrow her eyes at him, "It's fair play, baby," he teased, holding his arm out-stretched by his side, as if challenging her to argue. When she simply took another sip of her wine, he relaxed his arm, tilting his head slightly in inquiry, "You ever think 'bout gettin' another one?"
"Another what? Tattoo?" Kagome confirmed, seeing her boyfriend's now inky black hair shuffle as he nodded some, "Uhm, maybe? I don't really know what I'd want. I'm not great with making big decisions." Well, that was partially a lie. She knew how to make big decisions when it came to her career, but when it came to having something on her for the rest of her life, it was a lot to think about, "What about you? You wanna get more?"
It'd been something he'd been wanting to talk to her about, whether or not she cared if he got more ink. Tattoos were something that he found as a form of expression, they helped take away from the fact that he looked different. People had a typical stigma towards tattoos, an easier thing to accept than people judging him based on what he was. It gave him control over his appearance, something wouldn't otherwise really have.
Kagome could see how he retreated a bit, gaze narrowing towards him with skepticism and inquiry, "Babe…" she warned, now able to read him fairly well and prepared to not take no for an answer.
"Yeah, I would. I want a bunch more, actually," he explained honestly, though rather unsure.
"Really?" Kagome asked genuinely, expression softening when he gave his answer. When he nodded in confirmation, she pressed a little further, "Where?"
Lifting his hand, he scratched the back of his neck anxiously, "My other arm," he paused before dragging out his next words, "And my chest...and my back; my throat, maybe." When Kagome's expression didn't change into any sort of shock or disgust, he relaxed some.
Picking up on his anxiousness, Kagome tilted her head with a gentle expression of curiosity, almost empathetic in nature, "Why're you so nervous to tell me that? I don't care what you do with your body, babe." There was an inkling pecking at the back of her mind, telling her that she knew exactly why he was nervous to tell her.
It felt dumb to admit, but he knew that with Kagome, there was no where safer he could be; if he were to be vulnerable, he could be so with her—she'd been owed that much, "Uh—" he cleared his throat as he brought his drink to his lips, "Kikyo didn't wan' me gettin' 'em," he stated before finishing off his drink, hearing Kagome coo at him.
"Oh, Yash. I—" she put her glass down on the table before taking his arm that was resting on the back of the couch in both of her hands, one holding his wrist, while the other ran over the ink that was embedded in his skin, "I—" she repeated, feeling her cheeks heat up as she finally let the words spill, "I really like them. Like—" her gaze found his, biting on her lower lip timidly while finding the right words, "I think they're sexy."
She knew that tonight wasn't a night where she could truly show him how much she loved his tattoos, but that didn't stop her from running her hand up the sleeve of his t-shirt, rounding his shoulder before smoothing it back down. Her touch electrified him, causing a shiver to run up his spine when she outright told him she liked his tattoos; it was a stark contrast from the disapproving look he'd receive from Kikyo every time he came home with more of his arm covered, "Yeah?" He questioned, though it didn't hold his typical seductive huskiness that she'd perhaps expected. Instead, it sounded genuinely surprised, as gently as he spoke it.
Giving him an enthusiastic nod, she inched closer to him with a soft 'mhm', "I do," Kagome maneuvered his arm so it wrapped around the back of her neck, feeling him draw her closer so their chests were touching, "You can get as many as you want," she cooed, "In fact, I encourage it."
His heart warmed at her words, enjoying the closeness of her body pressed against his in a way that was seductive, but also so genuinely caring. Moving the arm around her shoulders, he tangled his fingers into her hair at the back of her head, drawing her closer to press a grateful kiss to the side of her mouth. Kagome's lips parted, knowing full well that he planned to claim them soon after, which he did.
It was tender and caring, far less commanding as what she was used to—it was much more soft. Both of her hands cupped his neck then, thumbs brushing his jawline as they pulled from one another. Not lasting long, Inuyasha moved in for another kiss, Kagome happily accepting it and returning it with the same slow sensuality, "This what we're gunna do instead of drinking?" Kagome murmured against his lips, "Just make out?"
"We can do both; take breaks in between." A breathy laugh from Kagome hit his lips, moving to wrap both of her arms around his neck, "Kagome…" he began, the tone of his voice having dropped to something more serious.
"Mhm?" she hummed before giving him another slow, languid kiss, breaking it sooner than she'd like, "What is it?"
God. Her voice was like honey, sweet and natural, coating him evenly. Though he couldn't hear it as well, for reasons he could assume pertained to him being human, it dug deeper into his heart.
"I don't think I can tell you how much you mean t'me." There was confidence in his tone, reverence and devotion dripping from each syllable. The way he spoke had Kagome pause for a moment, trying to register them and prove to herself that she heard them. Words were not Inuyasha's strong suit, that had been established from day one; so, to hear him so sincere and sure in them now, it had Kagome's heart flutter, "You—" Inuyasha swallowed, his mouth feeling dry, "You've already changed my life so much."
"Inuyasha…" she half-gasped, feeling her stomach flutter with giddiness, "You've changed my life, too."
"No, Kagome. I've never had someone accept me—all of me—since my mom passed. You've—" He stopped himself, pulling her so she was back to straddling his hips, making it easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist, "You've no fuckin' idea what that means." Kagome relaxed into his hold, letting her eyes remain locked on his. When did he get so good with words?
"Of course I accept all of you…" she breathed, swallowing down the intense desire to grip his face and bombard him with reasons she loved him so dearly. Instead, she gave him a fond smile that reached her eyes so easily, "You accept all of me, don't you?"
"That's not the same," he countered a little more forcefully than he'd intended.
The small outburst had Kagome give a low giggle, "Never have I ever dated a more stubborn person in my life." Inuyasha's eyes narrowed at her words before that disapproval morphed into a sly smirk.
"We both gotta drink," he goaded, highly amused by the way that Kagome flinched back with confusion passing over her face, "Don't play dumb. You know damn well you're a stubborn woman." She was, sometimes to a fault. With him it wasn't nearly as bad, though they butted heads far more often than most couples may have considered healthy.
"My glass' empty." The sad attempt at deflection that Kagome gave only had her boyfriend shaking his head in disagreement.
"You're not gettin' outta this. You started this, you better finish it with me," he scolded, patting one of her ass cheeks playfully, "I'll get us some refills."
Moving her off him, she was still easy to maneuver, setting her down on the couch beside him before he grabbed both of their glasses and made his way to the kitchen. Settling into the couch, Kagome couldn't help but sit back and get a good full view of him with the intent to see if she could notice any other differences in his human form.
When it came to his build, maybe his shoulders were a little less broad, but otherwise he looked basically exactly the same. It was still jarring for her to see him with jet-black hair and human ears in place of her furry favourites, but her attraction to him didn't dim any. Resting both of her arms on the back of the couch, one hand stacked atop the other, she rested her chin against the back of them, "You feeling it, yet?"
In all honesty, she wasn't but knew that the next glass he poured would get her at least a little bit tipsy. With the shake of his head, he glanced towards her while pouring himself a rather tall glass, "Nah. Usually takes three or four a'these t'get me feelin' anything."
"Seriously? So, even when you're human, you're still less of a light-weight than I am."
"Are you surprised? Look at you. You're puny. Surprised a glass of wine doesn't knock you on your ass," his tone was filled with playfulness, Kagome able to see his signature grin passing over his lips, obviously amused by his own statement.
A glare was shot in his direction, his smirk never leaving as he passed her a glass before walking around the couch to take his seat back, "I'll have you know I need at least a bottle before the world starts spinning." With a coy smile, she lifted her glass to her lips, taking a sip as her boyfriend did the same.
"Never have I ever woken up in a stranger's bed," Kagome suddenly declared, not even giving Inuyasha the opportunity to put his glass down before taking another sip. Again, Kagome wasn't surprised, but she couldn't help but ask, "Let me guess...was it that girl from Sango's birthday party?" The confused expression on Inuyasha's face had her pushing further, "You know, the blond! The one who was wearing a Nirvana shirt but had no idea who Nirvana were?"
That jogged his memory.
The slight panic that glazed over his eyes told Kagome everything she needed to know, "Uh—" He could see Kagome try to hide her disappointment, his stomach churning in response, "Yeah, her. But—"
"You don't need to explain anything," Kagome reassured, still trying to hide her disappointment as she knew she had no right to be. They hadn't been dating at that point and she'd been clear that she didn't want to get into a relationship; so, what else did she expect?
"It was bad." The words left him rather bluntly, "I mean...real bad. If she hadn't fallen asleep on me, I woulda been outta there."
Kagome looked at him with vaguely wider eyes as she cocked a brow; her disappointment had flown the coop by that point, now only interested in what made it so bad. Of course, Inuyasha didn't pick up the cue, which left them in an awkward silence until he finally broke it with an annoyed, "What?"
"You're not gunna tell me how it was bad?"
Inuyasha could see her tilt her head with inquiry, keeping her brows raised with an expectancy that made him anxious, "She, uh—" he swallowed down his nerves as he scratched the nape of his neck, "She was real...enthusiastic, if y'know what I mean."
She did.
Sometimes people took porn to be reality when it came to sex, when in actuality, it often wasn't.
"Oh," she stated simply, offering a somewhat amused smirk, "So, what you're saying is that the sex we have is good." It wasn't as though Kagome was loud during sex, but she wasn't a mute either. She liked to think that her reactions, whether loud or quiet, were noticeably authentic.
"Do I even need to say that?" He was half offended that she said it in such a way that was questioning — asking for confirmation, "You don't lie there like a dead fish."
"You mean she just—"
"Lay there and screamed bloody murder? Yeah."
"Yikes," Kagome hissed with a grimace, though losing that feeling of disappointment completely and replacing it with a sense of smugness.
"Uh-yeah," he replied while taking another larger gulp of his drink for good measure. When the burn ran down his throat, he released a hiss of his own before smacking his lips, "Did the opposite of what it was supposed to."
Narrowing her gaze then, her voice became a little bit darker, as if she were already unimpressed by what he was about to say in response, "And what was it supposed to do?"
His answer could have gone one of two ways; either she would find it disgusting or rather entertaining. The last thing he wanted was to have an argument, especially in his current state, but he knew not answering was worse than the latter.
"Make me not wanna have feelings for you." With all of his might, he tried to have it spoken as casually as possible, even though he could feel his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and nervousness, "Only made me think about how badly I wanted you; how I wanted to find out what you were like...y'know."
"In bed?" It was a little more edged than she'd intended.
"Yeah." It was a rather meekly spoken word, but seeing the darkened expression on her features having him backpedalling, "It's not—okay, just—I wasn't—" He lifted his hand to his face, running it down the front of it with an exasperated sigh, "I already knew I liked you for you. I also started to realize that you were—are—the fuckin' hottest girl I've ever seen. So, sue me for wanting to sleep with you," he tried to defend, brows furrowed as his cheeks remained flushed with discomfort, "When I knew I couldn't, I tried to...find it somewhere else and...not think that way."
How could she possibly get angry at him for that? Itching a scratch that she refused to offer him and had been clear she wasn't going to for who knew how long (turned out it wasn't as long as either of them thought). Even though he had gotten a little bit defensive, Kagome had a hard time staying irritated and hurt. Yeah, she'd kind of hoped that maybe she had enough of an effect on him to not sleep with anyone else until she asked—but that was hardly fair.
With that many conflicting emotions, she took a while to respond and, evidently, too long for Inuyasha's liking, "Are you mad?" There was trepidation in his tone, stomach sinking at the sound of Kagome's sigh.
"I know I shouldn't be and I'm not; it's just—" She knew she was about to sound petty, very aware of her emotions and compartmentalizing them as much as she could, "I was kind of hoping you were waiting for me that whole time."
Inuyash's mouth opened to speak, only to have Kagome continue, "And I know that's extremely unfair to you. I didn't know how long it'd take for me to wanna be with someone else. I'm not mad. Really."
With his jaw clenched with anxiety, he put his glass down on the coffee table, "Look, I dunno if it means much," he took her hand in his then, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles soothingly "But if you'd've asked me out or told me you wanted me to take you home that night, I'd've chosen you over any other girl there."
It did mean something to her, her expression softening some as she watched him bring her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it, "You had me wrapped around your finger at that point." The smile that she gave him was a relief, feeling her fingers squeeze his hand in a way that both comforted him and told him that she felt the same.
"I wish I could say I wasn't jealous but—" Kagome shrugged, trailing off as she started thinking back to how she'd purposefully taken much longer to reply to him the day after.
"You were jealous?" It wasn't meant to tease or invoke a sense of mockery, offered towards her with a genuine tone.
"Of course I was!" Kagome hadn't meant to snap as she did, seeing Inuyasha flinch back slightly as he released her hand. Quickly, she rectified that, grasping his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together, "Sorry! I'm just—you didn't know how much I liked you?"
"No. Figured it wasn't a whole lot, since you wanted to wait."
She couldn't really fault him there. Even still, she furrowed her brows at him, "Well, I did. I liked you a lot. But I didn't feel right jumping into a relationship so soon, you know that." Perhaps she was getting a little more defensive than she should have, feeling as though he expected her to explain herself, even though she felt the opposite.
"I do. I'm not questioning that," his tone was calm and even, perhaps with a little bit of caution as he felt her hand squeeze his a little harder, "I'd just always thought it was a little one-sided back then, that's all."
It was true. As he found himself falling deeper and deeper into his affection towards her, Inuyasha had always thought Kagome was coasting along. Sure, he could tell she was attracted to him, their shameless flirting gave him that much to go on, but he didn't know if it went any farther than that. That was, until they'd ended up having the best sex of their lives two months into their friendship—it was all over after that.
"It wasn't," Kagome confirmed, biting her lower lip as she shook her head, defences collapsing when she realized he wasn't lying.
A few more beats of silence fell between them as Kagome's lips pulled into a wider smile, "Not that it matters now, anyways," she mused fondly, leaning forward enough to press her lips to his in a sweet kiss, "I have you in whatever way I want."
Inuyasha's lips mirrored hers then, smiling wide as he nodded before returning the kiss she granted, "You do."
"Just like you have me," she affirmed, having pulled away enough to catch his gaze and give him a firm yet affectionate look. Inuyasha nodded in response, his smile warming as he pressed a gentle kiss to her nose.
"Does this game usually get this serious?" Inuyasha asked playfully, having Kagome respond with a soft giggle as she sat back in a more comfortable position, "I feel like it's gunna end up with one of us sleepin' on this couch."
"It doesn't but has anything between us not been serious?" Their relationship was a little bit intense at times, the two of them having experienced more dubious scenarios than most couples would see in their entire relationship. All of which had made them that much stronger.
"You wanna keep playing?" Kagome asked, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a sip as she did so. When Inuyasha grabbed his own glass, she already knew the answer, "It's your turn."
"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender." A part of him hadn't expected her to take a sip, having found that Kagome was a little bit more vanilla when it came to sex. Yet, when she did, his brows flew upwards, eyes wide with surprise, "Really?"
A flush washed over Kagome's cheeks, though she tried to make up for it with a look of confidence, "Yeah. A couple of times."
"A couple of times?! With who?" Perhaps he was coming across a little aggressive, but in reality he was truly shocked by her answer. Kagome was far from a prude, sure, but something had always given him the implication that she'd never experiment with something like that.
"I dunno, some friends when I was drunk in highschool. Are you mad, now?" Kagome challenged, leaning forward with an incredulous look on her face that had Inuyasha sputtering.
"No! Just—I didn't take you for someone who would've."
"What's that supposed to mean?" It was unnecessary to ask as she knew exactly what he meant. Sure, Kagome was far from a saint but before sleeping with Inuyasha she'd have been considered a little bit inexperienced by his standards—and she knew that.
"Nothin'! I just didn't expect it!"
"I'm not a prude, y'know!"
Inuyasha couldn't help but laugh at that statement, "Babe. Dontcha think I'd know that better than anyone at this point?"
With a huff, Kagome took another sip of her wine, almost as if to prove the point that what she was saying was fact and, even moreso, unsurprising. All Inuyasha could do was smirk, seeing Kagome start to chug her wine down enough to finish the glass, "I thought you were tryna get me drunk?" He chided before finishing off his own glass.
Kagome was starting to feel it then, the light buzz in her brain that clouded her inhibitions and made it slightly more difficult to use her motor functions. Inuyasha was right alongside her, having tried to compensate by pouring himself much taller glasses than he was used to to avoid needing to get back up. He would've opted for beer, but he knew it would have left him sober and with her black out on the floor.
"I do! Now gimme your glass. Time for me to bring out the big guns."
Neither of them could really recall when they made it to his bed, but Kagome was far from complaining. All of her limbs felt a little numb, mind just the right amount of hazy that she knew she wouldn't have a hangover in the morning but still enough that her defenses were down and her lips were loose.
Both of them had kept to Inuyasha's request, simply getting dressed for bed and lying there with Kagome nestled against his side as the fingers of the arm she was sleeping on gently scratched at the crown of her head. With his head turned towards her, his lips rested on her forehead, making it easy to press kisses against it whenever he desired. With one arm draped over his stomach, she could feel her eyelids getting heavy with sleep but continued to fight the good fight of staying awake with him.
"You're the bes' thing th's'ever happened t'me…"
Kagome almost missed it, lips pressed against her forehead still as he spoke, causing him to murmur too lowly to be completely comprehensive. Her eyes widened, keeping herself situated where she was against his side, her head resting on his shoulder, "Inuyasha?" Kagome almost felt like she needed to hear it again to make sure it was real. Inuyasha and words were barely compatible, especially when it came to expressing his feelings.
Squeezing her tightly, he took her hand in his free one, lacing their fingers together and bringing them to rest against his chest, "I mean it, K'gome. I dunno what I'd do without you…'v never been this happy."
His own words sounded a little sleepy and obviously held a little bit of a drunken drawl from the two more glasses of bourbon he'd had. Kagome still couldn't truly believe what she was hearing, tilting her head upwards, his lips met hers in a slow, lazy kiss, "Inuyasha...I love you so much, it's stupid. You're th'firs' thing I think of when I wake up 'n the las' thing before I sleep."
"'m sorry that I don't tell you 'nough. Bad with words," he breathed against her lips, managing to steal another kiss before continuing, "Jus' know I love you, alright? Love you more than I can say."
If she were sober, she was sure she'd be speechless. Though she was sure he wasn't familiar with love languages, Kagome was; she knew that his was far from words of affirmation but it was more than obvious that it was physical touch with a sprinkling of acts of service. He was always touching her whenever he could, whether that be holding her hand, resting it on her thigh or even just sitting close to each other on the couch, "I know you do, babe. You show it. You do."
Having expended his word balance, he leaned forward to press a slightly deeper kiss to her lips, letting it linger even as Kagome asked what time it was while she nuzzled into his shoulder. With a groan, he reluctantly pulled away, needing to let go of her hand as turned his head towards his nightstand and reached out to grab his phone.
"Seven thirty one," he murmured, as he placed his phone back onto the nightstand and returned to his previous position, "Sunrise soon."
"You still gunna be drunk?" Kagome asked, half allowing herself to become enraptured by her desire to sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she'd pulled an all-nighter, and to know Inuyasha did this every time had her heart aching. It must have been so lonely.
"Pro'ly not," he replied, though knowing full well that there was no 'probably'. His demon blood metabolized alcohol far too quickly to feel any effect.
Just as he spoke those words, Kagome felt that similar pulse, the low frequency warming her some. The hand that held hers was tipped with claws, causing her to open her eyes fully to peer up at him. With a sleepy smile, she pulled her hand from his to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it. What she saw was his bright honeyed gaze framed by his now silver bangs, just how she loved him.
"There you are…I missed you."
It wasn't long after sunrise that Inuyasha encouraged Kagome to get some sleep—not that she needed much convincing. With his demon blood now coursing through his veins, there was no desire to sleep, instead taking the time to simply lay there and watch her as she slept. Such a beautiful, peaceful face held such reverent power over him and his heart in a way that he never thought could be possible.
It truly did suffocate him sometimes.
His mind began to wander, thinking to how she deserved nothing but the best, something he didn't think he was capable of giving her. They'd always need to have thick skin, something that he was thankful Kagome had grown at some capacity with her career choice; but this was different. He couldn't do anything about what he was or what he looked like, couldn't chop off his ears and he'd tried changing his eye colour with contacts once but they were far too uncomfortable and hindered his eyesight.
There was no changing who he was.
Or was there?
"I found a cure!"
Kikyo's voice rang out in his head, following with how he knew where to find her.
Being human would make things much easier, especially when it came to his and Kagome's relationship. Yes, he completely believed her when she said she loved him in his hanyou form, but was also being completely serious when he'd said she could lose opportunities for dating him. The world was cruel towards half-demons and those who associated with them; people didn't care about social status or prestige, which meant even Kagome wasn't safe from the ridicule he was sure she'd face.
Gentle fingers brushed some hair from her face and behind her ear, not wanting any sort of hindrance while he tried to memorize every detail. As gentle as he tried to be, it didn't stop Kagome from contorting her face as she released a small whine of defiance. Her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, as if trying to will herself back to sleep by the scent of him. Alas, it was a failed attempt, drawing in a sharp breath soon after before releasing it with a groan.
"M'what time is it?"
"Noon," he murmured easily, having checked not too long before she woke up. Kagome's eyes slowly fluttered open, leaving the security for his neck to rest her head on his shoulder and crane her neck up at him.
"So that's, what...five hours of sleep?"
"Four 'n a half."
Another whine left Kagome at that, lip jutting out in a pout as she closed her eyes tightly, "I need more sleep than that," she whimpered, only to have her boyfriend give a low, warm chuckle in response.
"Go back t'sleep then, babe. I'm not goin' anywhere."
Kagome was prepared to take him up on his offer, when she found her mouth far too dry and her bladder far too full, "Mmm, in sec," she murmured, forcing herself to climb to her feet and make her way towards the bedroom en suite.
He made no effort to stop her, simply watching as she climbed to her feet and closed the door to the bathroom behind her. It left him completely alone with his thoughts, mind reeling at the prospect of making all of his current problems go away. Sure, he'd lose his hearing, strength and speed, but in exchange he'd be able to live freely without judgement. Kagome wouldn't have to make the rule of no hats in the house, because he'd rarely wear them anyways. He could be more a part of her community, of her universe and participate in it to a better capacity than he was now.
There were so many things that would be made so much easier, for his sake and Kagome's.
"Don't think too hard."
Kagome's voice half startled him, his head snapping towards her out of shock as she began to climb into bed with him, "You okay?"
"Uh—yeah," he sputtered, then cursed himself for lying, already able to see Kagome's gaze narrow towards him with skepticism. She graced him with a few moments of silence as a chance to correct himself.
Swallowing back the bubbling anxiousness in his gut, he watched as Kagome halted her motion to pull the blankets over herself, slowing it down exponentially as she remained seated beside him. Their eyes never left one another, Kagome's peering into his as if she were trying to draw the answer out of him.
"You know how Kikyo said she'd found a cure?"
Kagome's stomach dropped then, her entire body tensing as her fist gripped the blanket she'd planned to continue to pull over herself, "Yeah…" It was spoken slowly, cautiously, afraid of what was to come next.
"D'you think—"
"Don't."
"I'm not finished."
"You're gunna ask me if I think you should take her up on it, right?"
Inuyasha sunk back into the mattress, hating (though subconsciously adoring) the fact that she knew him well enough that she could predict what he was about to say. As he did, Kagome moved so her torso was hovering over him, one hand resting on the mattress at either side of his head, "That's what I thought," she continued with an edged tone that matched her face, though it seemed to only last for a moment as it softened into something much more apologetic.
The way he averted his gaze as his ears drooped had Kagome both heart broken and extremely frustrated; she could tell he'd grown since their big argument, really taking the time to communicate better and be honest with her. That didn't mean he was perfect and Kagome didn't expect him to be.
"It'd make things easier…" he murmured, feeling Kagome's finger on his chin to force his head to turn back to face her, "Y'wouldn't needa worry about what your followers'd think."
"They can think whatever they want. If they don't like that I'm dating a half-demon, then I don't want them following me, anyways." Her hand moved from his chin to his cheek, cupping it lovingly but also to make sure he couldn't look away from her as easily, "What do I have to do to make you realize that I don't want any other version of you?"
Inuyasha remained silent, his gaze having softened some as his heart ached in response to her question. He watched as her gaze left his, flitting up to meet his ears that twitched at the notion of being looked at. Keeping her eyes on them, Kagome moved to straddle his waist, instantly feeling the warmth of his hands resting on her hips.
"I love these," she breathed against the ridge of one of his ears, causing Inuyasha's grip to tighten as a shiver ran down his spine, "I love how they stick straight up when you're really listening to me and how they twitch right before you wake up." With such gentle, yet real, love in her voice, she followed her words with a kiss to the base of that same one then the other, "How they can rile you up or put you to sleep if I rub them the right way."
Kagome lowered herself onto her elbows then, allowing Inuyasha to wrap his arms around her completely and dig his head into her chest, "But mostly, I love that you trust me to touch them at all." There was still a gentile to her speech, filled with such genuine affection and care towards him as her hands moved to cradle his head and her lips pressed to the crown of it.
"I love your hair," she spoke against it with eyes closed, basking in the scent of him, "I love how it shines in the sunlight…"
Slowly, she slinked down enough so they met face to face, one of her hands moving to brush his bangs back to press a kiss to his forehead. Ghosting her lips between his eyebrows, she let them press against the space there before moving her hand from his forehead to his cheek. Their eyes met, Inuyasha's holding something between complete adoration and doubt, Kagome wasn't sure how much of each. Her own held nothing but love and kindness, with a twinge of hurt that wasn't aimed towards herself, but him.
"Your eyes," she continued, happily getting lost in his pools of amber, "They tell me you love me without you even saying it." Inuyasha let every word she spoke wash over him and sink into his chest, coating his heart and slowly sealing the cracks that had plagued him for years upon years of self-loathing, "They make you you."
It was starting to become difficult to breathe, the fact that not one had ever taken such time to point out all of the things they loved about him. Not only that, but everything she pointed out were things that the world had hated him for. Such a realization seemed impossible to register, his mind unable to fathom the things she was telling him—no matter how much she demanded him to do so.
Kagome's lips continued their path of worship, pressing to the tip of his nose, "Then there's this nose of yours. It really is a blessing and a curse, isn't it?" The teasing smirk on her lips was hard to miss, but Inuyasha remained still, his face holding that same sense of undeserving that Kagome wished to drive away, "How it can read how I'm feeling...and I mean how I'm really feeling…" That word was emphasized by a roll of her hips, pressing against his own and drawing a soft grunt from the mean beneath her, "Even when I'm trying to hide it."
Claw-tipped hands ran down to her ass, gripping one cheek in each as he pushed her hips against his once again. Kagome could feel how much he appreciated the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, the hardness of his arousal against her core. With a sharp gasp, she moved her lips down to hover over his, the heat of his breath against them while she moved both hands to cup his neck, "Don't really need to say much about your lips, do I?" She took that opportunity to capture them with her own, rewarded with a deep growl from the man who planned to continue to worship.
The kiss lasted for a few moments, Kagome giving him a soft moan of her own that urged Inuyasha to release one of her ass cheeks to wrap it around her throat. She didn't give him much of a chance to do much else, breaking the kiss while gripping his wrist and pulling his hand from her throat, "Let me…" she breathed, a soft plea laced in the words. She wanted to be in control, wanted to make him feel like he did her countless times before, "Please…"
With a half-lidded gaze, warm amber hues showing a slight reluctance towards submission, he conceded regardless. Moving his hand from her throat, he ran it back down her waist to rest on her hip. A grateful smile was his reward, hearing her breath the words 'thank you' before leaning back in to give another slow, languid kiss.
"God, your tongue…" she whined hotly against his mouth, pushing her tongue between parted lips to flick against his own. Inuyasha happily reciprocated, giving out another soft groan as her hips pressed down against him once again, "It makes me feel so good, I can't even describe it," she rasped before grinning in a playful manner, "How it goes from making me so angry to impossibly happy is a real talent of yours." That same tongue ran over one of his fangs with satisfied whimper, "The way you smirk wouldn't be the same without these."
Inuyasha was having a hard time keeping himself from completely melting beneath her touch, her words only adding to the sensation of desiring to be submissive—something he never thought himself capable of. He wanted to give every piece of himself to Kagome then, let her deconstruct him in every sense of the word and rebuild him in any way she saw fit; he was hers to conquer.
What could only be described as a desperate whine left him when he felt her place an open mouthed kiss to his throat. The sound of her humming in contentment as she suckled on the skin there had him gripping the fabric of the shirt she wore, "Kagome…" Her name left in the form of a groan, morphing into a moan as he felt her teeth gently scrape over his pulse point, "Fuck—"
"The sounds you make wouldn't be the same if you were any different, too. I love the small whines you make when you wake up but don't want to, the sounds you make when I make you feel good...when you use me…" Her tongue ran a stripe from the base of his neck, over his adams apple and to his chin. Inuyasha let his head fall back then, jaw hung open loosely as another groan left him at the sensation. Fuck. He'd die for this woman if she asked, tear his heart from his chest and present it with steady hands, if that's what she desired.
Straightening, Kagome peered down the man beneath her, his eyes seemingly glazed over with a sense of offering. Resting her hands on his chest, his own ran up her waist, taking the fabric of the shirt with them and revealing just how snug she was pressed against him. Even still, his eyes never left her face, Kagome able to see him take in a sharp breath as she gyrated her hips just right.
Sitting back some, she took one of his hands from her waist and brought it to her lips, "These hands do so much; they hold me, comfort me...show people I'm yours," she pressed a kiss to his palm before doing the same to each of his fingers, "They make me feel so safe and secure...like nothing can hurt me." Taking his index finger, she nipped the tip of it, taking notice of how her boyfriend's pupils blew wide and his jaw clenched, "Tease me and make me feel so good, I can't think straight…"
The soft plush of her breast fit perfectly in his palm as she placed it there, immediately gripping it as he used his other hand to push her down against his now achingly hard cock. Though he didn't say the word, it was a plea; he needed her like he needed air at that point.
Kagome could see that yearning in his eyes, the same she was sure she held within her own, "Do you understand, now? How much I don't want you in any other way? How I need you as you are?" It wasn't hard to miss, how her voice sounded strained and desperate to get through to him. Inuyasha swallowed some, feeling his chest clutch tight with the smallest threat of tears as he moved his hand from her breast to cup the back of her neck and draw her down to him.
Before he could indulge in her taste, Kagome stopped him by placing a finger against his lips, "There's nothing wrong with you. You don't need a cure…" she urged, moving that same hand to cup the side of his face, "Never think you do, alright?" Her last words were smoke firmly, her eyes boring down into his own with the same energy.
It was only when she saw him submit to her request by meekly nodding his head, his eyes softening alongside, that she gave into both of their desires and kissed him. Within it, they both shared their adoration and complete and utter devotion for one another—Kagome's with the intent to convince and Inuyasha's with the intent to promise.
As much as Inuyasha desired to have it last longer, he wasn't about to go against Kagome's wishes. Feeling her break their kiss, he followed her taste for a moment before letting his head fall back against the pillows watching as she straightened herself. Crossing her arms over her body, she gripped the hem of the shirt she was wearing to pull it up and over her head before tossing it aside.
Propping herself up on her knees, she rested one hand flat against his sternum as the other reached between them, pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down to release his cock. The grunt of relief that escaped him had his eyes closing as both hands gripped the sheets at his sides.
"I want you." Such a sweet coo was followed by the touch of her hand wrapping around the girth of him. Opening his eyes, he could tell she was waiting for him to look at her, waiting to peer into his eyes as she spoke her next words, "I want every piece of you, as you are."
Holding him up straight, she hovered over him, running the head of his cock against her folds to catch some of her slick before sinking down onto him with a silent moan. The breath Inuyasha took in matched how his cock felt, wrapped so snuggly by the velvet of her walls, "Kagome…" he pleaded, not knowing what else to say but her name. She was all he was in that moment, every part of him belonging to her and becoming one with her.
With her thighs flush against his hips, Kagome remained still with him fully sheathed inside of her, both hands resting on his chest to keep herself stable.
A vision. She was an absolute vision, taking his breath away with the way she peered down at him as she moved her hips in a slow, gyrating motion. Both of his hands took one of each of her wrists within them, moving them farther up his chest so her right hand rested against his heart so she could feel the beat of it against her palm. He didn't need to tell her what it meant—didn't need to tell her that each beat was for her—she knew.
Slowly, she lifted herself up and off of him to the head before sliding down to the base of him. He stretched her so well, filling her to capacity as her rhythm began at an even pace. The way he drew in a sharp breath, his hands moving to grip her thighs, it was everything she desired. With each deliberate roll of her hips, she could see his defenses come down brick by brick, until she finally managed to hear a very real moan that she only really got to hear when she touched his ears the right way.
His hips pushed up to meet hers, small rotations that helped her engulf just that much more of him, ever inch completely enraptured by her wet heat. Biting on her lower lip, Kagome stifled one of her own moans, the head of him brushing against that blessed spot within her that she knew she needed to be careful with. The last thing she wanted was for this to end soon; she wanted to savour him.
Sitting back some, she let her fingers trail over his stomach to his pelvis, causing a shiver to run up his body, where it ended at his lips with the word 'fuck' wrapped in a whine. Kagome continued to sit back, eventually leaning far enough that she had to rest her hand on one of his shins behind her. The one free hand ran over the dip of his hips, how they moved into a 'v' shape to frame his cock so deliciously. The trail ended against the base of his shaft, fingers brushing against where they were joined as if to remind him that what he was feeling was completely real.
"Baby…" the honorific was akin to a groan as his eyes followed her hand to where his cock was wrapped so perfectly in her pussy, "Oh, fuck—" he whined, letting his head fall back as his hips rolled upwards. Reaching his hands back, he gripped one of the bars of his headboard, giving Kagome the view of his obliques, widened and defined.
The sounds he was making were ones Kagome knew she'd eventually want to hear again, a sense of empowerment washing over her, she leaned forward, both hands running back up his pelvis, over his stomach and chest and sliding along the length of his arms until her hands met his, lacing them together as she kept herself propped up to the best of her ability. It made it so Inuyasha needed to crane his head back some, her chest level with his face as she gyrated her hips down onto him once again.
The moan that left him had Kagome's chest swelling with a new emboldened desire to have him completely unravel by her actions alone. "You like it?" What could only be described as a low purr laced those words, leaning her head down as she sat back enough for their faces to meet, "How I ride you?"
"Holy….fuck, yes," he rasped, mouth hung open and brows pinching together while another moan escaped him. It was inevitable, especially with the way that she began to press wet, open mouth kisses to his neck, suckling against the flesh as she had previously. The sensation shot through to his cock, causing his hips to push up against her involuntarily. Releasing one of his hands, she cupped his neck, making it hard for him to move as she continued her trail of searing kisses. They began to veer off to his jawline, ghosting over his cheeks and forehead until she reached his ears. One of them twitched at the heat of her breath against it, causing Inuyasha to give off another genuine moan when she nipped at the ridge of it.
"You tell me how beautiful I am all the time…" she began, keeping up with the even rhythm against him as she moved her hand from his neck back to lace their fingers together, "But sometimes…" a whimper of her own fell from her lips then, the head of him brushing against that place deep in her core that brought her to her knees, "Sometimes I look at you and I forget to breathe."
It was beginning to be too much: the way she was tightly wrapped around his cock and the scent of her slightly more spiced than normal due to her dominance. The attention she'd given his neck and now his ears, paired with the words of worship, he could feel himself close to falling over the edge. All vocabulary was lost on him, unable to think of much else but the fluid motion of her hips grinding against him and the sensation of her mouth against his ear.
His silence had her stopping all movement, simply remaining sunken down onto him completely as her lips pulled from his ear. He'd never been called beautiful before, though Kagome didn't say it outright. Sure, maybe he'd been told he was attractive by those who he'd been with in the past, but to hear her tell him that he left her breathless? That had his eyes wide and his chest warmed by the fuel that was her genuine adoration.
Mutt. Half-Breed. Descriptors that were meant to leave a foulness behind them in their wake. That was what he was used to.
She could see it on his face, how he was struggling to accept her words as fact, his confidence riddled with doubt. All Kagome could do was offer a sympathetic smile.
With nothing left to say, Kagome decided to use a language that he understood much better than words. Catching his lips with hers, she released his hands so one could hold her up while the other curled around the crown of his head to take one of his ears between her fingers. As always, she was met with a choked whimper that was drawn from his throat. Pressing against her just as hard and hungry, Inuyasha took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her back, one hand running up and tangling itself within her raven tresses at the back of her head.
The ebb and flow of her hips picked up in pace some, offering a whimper of her own as she felt him hit that titular spot that brought her to a babbling mess if he moved quick enough. But now wasn't the time for that.
"Cum inside me…" she pleaded against his mouth, "I said I wanted every piece of you."
Already so close to the edge of the precipice, Inuyasha couldn't help but obey her, pressing his hips up against her to match her tempo, "Kagome—" Her name was a hinged prayer as he felt himself fall into utter bliss, arms squeezing around her to pull her flush against him as his hips jolted. Perhaps it wasn't the most intense physical orgasm he'd ever had, not filling her nearly as much as he was sure she was used to, but that didn't mean his mind was completely clouded in rapture.
Kagome's walls clamped around him a few moments after he'd started, moaning into his mouth as she found her own euphoria. The knowledge that she'd managed to make him finish with such genteel stimulation, paired with words of adulation, was enough.
Pulling her lips from his, Kagome nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck, feeling Inuyasha do the same as he held her against him as if it were for dear life.
Every word she'd spoken, every kiss she gave, they were all filled with such genuine love and honesty, letting her heart fuel her intentions in the purest form. Even still, that apprehension in his gaze told her that it would take more than time to heal the wounds left behind from his past.
"You're perfect, Inuyasha. You're perfect, as you are."
"I hope one day you'll believe me…"