Wicked
chapter 6: avow
by Kayla Chavi
rating: R
email: kayla@wishing-blue.net
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I didn't give her a chance to react. Instead I leaned down and kissed her. Normally I didn't take the time to enjoy tasting her lips, but this time I did. She accused me of being dirty with her. I didn't love her, but that didn't mean I couldn't make her feel loved.
Fucking is about two people joining. Kagome hadn't connected with me the way I had her. Now I had to prove it to her--that we were mates.
Of course, while I doing this, I'm not really thinking all of that. Mostly I was trying to think up ways to get her to make those begging whines I love so much.
I banded an arm around her back, pulling her body against mine, crushing her breasts to my chest. I fisted a hand in the hair at her nape and tilted her head back a little more. I took my time to explore her mouth, memorizing it and relearning its taste.
Then I joined myself to her, delighting in the startled gasp that escaped her mouth. She pulled back and pouted at me. "Mou! That's not fair. You were being sneaky!"
I grinned and dipped my head down to nuzzle the curve of her breast. "Damn, you feel good. So warm..."
Kagome sighed melodramatically and began to lightly run her fingers through my hair. For a moment she scratched the base of my ears and I wanted to accuse her of petting me like a dog, but her ear rubs felt too good to stop.
I hate purring. Its very undignified, but it makes her laugh and the gods help me, but I'll do anything to make her smile. Just because I don't love her, doesn't mean that I don't want her to be happy. Kagome is my best friend.
I just happen to be fucking her.
Speaking of which--I need to get started on that. Except she calls it something else. What was it? Oh yeah. Making Love.
"I have something I want to ask you," she murmured against the skin of my neck. I groaned. Why is it that bitches have to talk during sex?
"What?" I ground out.
"What are we?"
Her quiet question distracted me from the slow steady slide of her body against mine. I pulled back to look at her sharply. "What the hell kind of question is that?"
"Are we friends?"
I lost control of the rhythm I had set and shoved hard into her before catching myself. The hand I had in her hair clenched and fisted more tightly. I skimmed the other hand up her side and forcefully cupped her breast. It took a moment before I realized what had happened.
Only Kagome made me lose control like that. And I was trying so hard at the making love thing!
"Damnit, Kagome!"
"I want to know," her voice hitched and she couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped her. I slowed back down and nipped at her ear.
"Of course we're friends," I snapped, my own breath ragged as I looked down into those deep gray eyes. All of her focus was on me as she arched up to meet my movement.
"Lovers?"
"Fuck!" My hand clenched her breast, squeezing more than I intended. Four pricks of blood rose to the surface. Mikoblood. "What the hell do you think we're doing?!"
"I have to know," she whispered. Kagome tightened her thighs against my hips and then locked them around my waist. She was making it very difficult to talk and think. How in hell do bitches manage to talk during fucking?
"Bitch," I tried to say both patiently and give the sense of honor in that word. Stupid humans had made it disrespectful. It really was a term of endearment. "We're doing the making love thing. Shut up and enjoy it."
Kagome gave one of her soft, beautiful laughs and her fingers clenched in my hair. She drew me back down, and honestly, I had no problem allowing her to kiss me. She still loved me.
I wish she didn't. I wish that she could understand what being mates meant. There aren't human words for it, they all come close but are really just inadequate. Actions speak louder than words, at least, that's what she's always telling me--
Finally, there's that change in her scent. Kagome wrapped herself around me, pressing her small body to mine. I let out a soft rumbling growl and breathed in that scent deeply, continuing to move in and out of her. I don't do patient well.
"You smell good." Then I came into her with everything I had.
Birth control. Keh. Stupid bitch.
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"I have to know," I repeated after managing to catch my breath. I have to give him credit, every time after we've made love, rutted, had sex, or fucked, he's held me like this. Like if he let go, I would disappear. It's the same kind of hold he used when we were still friends and a horrible battle had just taken place. "What are we?"
I felt him squirm a little and knew that he was uncomfortable answering.
"I know you don't love me--"
"You don't understand what love means to a youkai," he interrupted. "I love you the same way I do Shippou."
I raised an eyebrow. "So I'm a little girl? Pervert."
"No. You're pack."
I sighed quietly and shook my head. Being pack didn't mean anything to me. Actually, that's wrong. It meant something but I didn't want to believe it. Kouga slept with several of his youkai wolf members for warmth and protection. The way that pack animals do, and I knew that it wasn't sexual.
That analogy didn't work with us. Inuyasha and I were definitely having sex. Either that or I don't understand it yet. I pointed this discrepancy out to him.
"You're not screwing Miroku or Sango."
"They're human and I don't fuck boys. Don't be gross, Kagome." He twisted me so I was facing him, one of his arms tightly over my hip. I could feel the gently scrape of his claws over the flesh of my back and buttocks. I had to fight not to fidget--it tickled.
"We're mates," he said finally. "That's what we are."
"But you don't love me." I forced back the tears again. The stroking of his claws against my skin became more firm, almost scratching. He sighed and fisted his other hand in my hair. Well, at least I was going to get kissed.
"I don't have to love you. Youkai don't love, Kagome." He did kiss me to stop my protest. Damn him, I can never really think properly when he does that. I just get flushed and if I'm not careful, sometimes I almost drool. "You'll understand someday."
I didn't have a chance to respond, for suddenly his claws were digging into the rather soft and flabby skin of my buttocks. He kissed me again, stifling the scream that I wanted to expel from my throat. I felt the warm liquid of blood run over my hip and seep into the futon underneath me. The wound covered one entire cheek of my now less cute ass and up my hip and side, stopping just underneath my chest.
Then his youki crashed into my aura and I screamed.
He broke the kiss when I was too focused on my own pain to do much more than whimper and whine. He was murmuring something softly in a language that definitely wasn't Japanese, past or present. It was harsh and full of yips and growls.
Then the pain was gone and I looked up into golden scarlet eyes.
"Mine to kill. Mine to have. Mine to take. Mine to fuck. You. Are. Mine."
I blinked at him and swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. "Okay then."
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