Oh goody! A new Inuyasha fic! Well, this one isn't really Inuyasha, but more
of an Ayame/Kouga fanfic. What can I say, I was inspired. Enjoy.
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The fur on Kouga's tail bristled slightly in warning. He turned sharply to
his left, as if sensing the presence of an intruder. An unwelcome, uninvited
intruder. His bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion and his hands halted on
his chest, leaving thin trails of water dripping down his lean body. His
hair rested damply on his shoulders, unbound from the usual ponytail. He
sniffed delicately, searching for a different, outside smell.
(Hmm.. wolves. No humans.. or other demons..)
Kouga stood still for a second then gave a casual shrug to no one in
particular, signaling to any intruder that he frankly didn't give a damn,
and calmly resumed his bathing.
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It was funny, really. Water moved much slower than could be believed.
Slowly, oh so slowly, sliding down one long expanse of golden, tan skin,
then lazily dripping to another muscle, lovingly carressing each dip and
curve with such thoroughness, and he never noticed.
Oh, but she did. She DID.
She knew Kouga would wring her neck had he caught her there. Would yell at
her for spying. Well, she wasn't REALLY spying at all. Ayame just happened
by, that's all. She had planned to come here.. yes, to er.. pick berries or
something like that, she forgot now. Wonder why.
Ayame watched Kouga resume bathing. Did he miss her scent, or did he think
it was someone else? Maybe he just didn't care. She had to squelch a quick
thrill from inching its way up her spine; of course he would care. Kouga
never liked to be taken for the fool.
The green in her eyes darkened.
More water.
The breath caught in her throat and she temporarily lost her senses. Ayame
had never seen Kouga without his armor before now, so strong and so.. well..
NAKED.
Ayame mentally smacked herself, she was acting like Ginta and Hakkaku for
crying out loud! However, she couldn't tear her gaze away from such a sight.
She watched the water drip down Kouga's back. His hair was absolutely
drenched.. she thought it looked rather nice down.
Ok, so she thought it looked dead sexy, so what?
More water found its way sliding down Kouga's torso, and Ayame felt her
throat catch. How many times had she imagined being held by Kouga.. his
strong arms holding her protectively against his hard chest? He would
whisper sweet words in her ear, running his hand through her hair and
making her feel horribly small and fragile against him. Oh yes, he could
break her, he could be her undoing. Kouga would tilt up her chin gently,
his incredibly blue, blue eyes meeting hers and melting her to nothing.
Then, just when she thought she was putty in his hands, he would bring his
mouth to hers, sealing the promise he made so long ago, and reduce her to
a puddle of water at his feet.
To be water right now, though..
Ayame shifted her feet restlessly beneath her. Damn, she was uncomfortable!
But, it was worth it, of course. How many times would she get to see Kouga
in such a vulnerable state? Hah.
She should run. Right now before Kouga caught her scent and came charging
through the woods, fire in his eyes and anger at his heels. That might not
be such a bad thing, though..
Ayame giggled. Oops.
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(Yup, thought so.)
He could smell him nearby, that arrogant demon he was. His aura was hard
to miss.
The tall wolf demon stalked through the woods, anger driving him through
the brush and thorns. Hell, what did he care? Kouga was going to whoop his
ass anyway. So much for his new pelt.
He pushed back his sandy brown ponytail, annoyed. Too hot out. The heat
always got to him, just fueled his fury, so to speak. And boy, did he
have fury.
The demon pushed relentlessly ahead, not caring if a thorn struck his
cheek or a rock hurt the tender flesh on the inside of his foot. He had
vowed to himself, and to the few left in his tribe, that he would forge
ahead and confront the only demon he could never really defeat.
Many would say his was a foolhardy mission.
He would say it was er... noble! Yes, noble was he.
So very noble, indeed, that when he tripped over the figure crouched
behind a bush, not one curse did he utter. He merely stared.
of an Ayame/Kouga fanfic. What can I say, I was inspired. Enjoy.
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The fur on Kouga's tail bristled slightly in warning. He turned sharply to
his left, as if sensing the presence of an intruder. An unwelcome, uninvited
intruder. His bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion and his hands halted on
his chest, leaving thin trails of water dripping down his lean body. His
hair rested damply on his shoulders, unbound from the usual ponytail. He
sniffed delicately, searching for a different, outside smell.
(Hmm.. wolves. No humans.. or other demons..)
Kouga stood still for a second then gave a casual shrug to no one in
particular, signaling to any intruder that he frankly didn't give a damn,
and calmly resumed his bathing.
[
[
[
It was funny, really. Water moved much slower than could be believed.
Slowly, oh so slowly, sliding down one long expanse of golden, tan skin,
then lazily dripping to another muscle, lovingly carressing each dip and
curve with such thoroughness, and he never noticed.
Oh, but she did. She DID.
She knew Kouga would wring her neck had he caught her there. Would yell at
her for spying. Well, she wasn't REALLY spying at all. Ayame just happened
by, that's all. She had planned to come here.. yes, to er.. pick berries or
something like that, she forgot now. Wonder why.
Ayame watched Kouga resume bathing. Did he miss her scent, or did he think
it was someone else? Maybe he just didn't care. She had to squelch a quick
thrill from inching its way up her spine; of course he would care. Kouga
never liked to be taken for the fool.
The green in her eyes darkened.
More water.
The breath caught in her throat and she temporarily lost her senses. Ayame
had never seen Kouga without his armor before now, so strong and so.. well..
NAKED.
Ayame mentally smacked herself, she was acting like Ginta and Hakkaku for
crying out loud! However, she couldn't tear her gaze away from such a sight.
She watched the water drip down Kouga's back. His hair was absolutely
drenched.. she thought it looked rather nice down.
Ok, so she thought it looked dead sexy, so what?
More water found its way sliding down Kouga's torso, and Ayame felt her
throat catch. How many times had she imagined being held by Kouga.. his
strong arms holding her protectively against his hard chest? He would
whisper sweet words in her ear, running his hand through her hair and
making her feel horribly small and fragile against him. Oh yes, he could
break her, he could be her undoing. Kouga would tilt up her chin gently,
his incredibly blue, blue eyes meeting hers and melting her to nothing.
Then, just when she thought she was putty in his hands, he would bring his
mouth to hers, sealing the promise he made so long ago, and reduce her to
a puddle of water at his feet.
To be water right now, though..
Ayame shifted her feet restlessly beneath her. Damn, she was uncomfortable!
But, it was worth it, of course. How many times would she get to see Kouga
in such a vulnerable state? Hah.
She should run. Right now before Kouga caught her scent and came charging
through the woods, fire in his eyes and anger at his heels. That might not
be such a bad thing, though..
Ayame giggled. Oops.
[
[
[
(Yup, thought so.)
He could smell him nearby, that arrogant demon he was. His aura was hard
to miss.
The tall wolf demon stalked through the woods, anger driving him through
the brush and thorns. Hell, what did he care? Kouga was going to whoop his
ass anyway. So much for his new pelt.
He pushed back his sandy brown ponytail, annoyed. Too hot out. The heat
always got to him, just fueled his fury, so to speak. And boy, did he
have fury.
The demon pushed relentlessly ahead, not caring if a thorn struck his
cheek or a rock hurt the tender flesh on the inside of his foot. He had
vowed to himself, and to the few left in his tribe, that he would forge
ahead and confront the only demon he could never really defeat.
Many would say his was a foolhardy mission.
He would say it was er... noble! Yes, noble was he.
So very noble, indeed, that when he tripped over the figure crouched
behind a bush, not one curse did he utter. He merely stared.