AN: Ah! Why is ff.net being such a bitch? All my beautifully placed
paragraphs were mashed together!! Arg! *coughs* I finally learn how to
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people speak, and ff.net decides it doesn't like proper editing format. Ah, well! Hope you guys all had a fun time! Now that school's back on, I, for one, might actually miss being bored out of my skull. Already, I have two tests and an essay due. Ah well!
Remember how we said that there wasn't going to be a lemon? Well. it's still true. We think.. There's sex. Oh, there is sex indeed! So if you don't like that kind of stuff, turn back now! Is it actually a lemon? A lime, maybe? Hell, we have no idea. -_-
They go at it like demon bunnies,. but we don't even use the word 'breast', so you'll have to tell us what it is, dear reviewers. So to anybody who think that babies are still boon under cabbage leaves: sorry, but wait for the next update to read, okay? ^_^
Sweet Sad Jess: Inuyasha? Die? You know. that would make for a really bittersweet end. We'll have to toss that idea around. I mean, a giant pirate story, somebody or other will have to croak.
Glass thorn: Isn't fluff grand? I quite enjoyed this chapter too. If my friends could read it and share your reaction, maybe they would understand why I race home to turn on the comp and plot with Emily everyday.
Storymind: *growls* Hey! You know, there are two of us writing this, ya know! Don't I get request? *Emmie pats her and she calms down and purrs, kitty ears twitching erratically*. Sorry for the outburst. I don't know about Rin, but Sesshy, is a yes. I mean. He IS kind of the bad guy.. ^_^
Drake: What's wrong with being a fluff lover? Go for it, I say! Hopefully, though, you won't be finding the story so fluffy your teeth hurt! ^_^ I got challenged to do that once. Managed to do it, but my teeth hurt for a bloody week..
HellKeeper: I hope he will! I mean, it would be kind of a big thing, no? ^_^
Elsbeth: Oddly enough, I am eating pizza this time. Getting kind of full though. I already ate three pieces. I'll go for a fourth in half an hour or so. Well, there are two of us writing this: the Personification of Fluff (that'd be me) and Emmie.
Kero-chan: My, you are energetic. Hopefully this is your lemon. We really don't know what it is. Why? Because me maturity level is as such. There are having sex. Now, I can say penis. I can breast. I can say orgasm. But as soon as you want me to say that so and so is doing god only knows what to some appendage or orifice or another (hell, this usually includes kissing too) my head will spontaneously combust. Seriously. It's why I have such a large collection of heads. Hope you like what we have.
Landa: Grammar? Bah! Me no need grammar! *giggles*
Thank you so much. Glad we could introduce you to the world of Rumiko Takahashi.
To everyone else who reviewed: you guys kick some major ass. We're glad to see so many people liking it! It really touches us to see that people like what we have done to the characters, or the scenario we put them all in. It guys to show you that being insane isn't always a bad thing.
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Kagome was touched. The words could've been hollow but the voice in which they were said was true and honest. "Yes." Kagome answered without a moment's hesitation. "We are." Kagome murmured against his lips, her lips touching his with almost every word she spoke. "I like it when you blush." Kagome joked, but didn't let him out of her embrace. "What do you want me to do?" Kagome asked, willing to try out anything with him. He was her partner after all, and on some level, Kagome had hopped he was a partner for many things.
He ran a finger up and down her back, trying to memorize each and every curve of her body. "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before." He arched his neck and kissed hers over the spot where he had bitten her. Somehow, that one spot of her body felt hotter than anywhere else on Kagome, as if her heart had moved and pulsed there instead of in her chest. "But I've already bitten you, so it's your turn."
"I already did. When we first met. But I bit you then in anger, Inuyasha." Kagome reminded, the feel of him all but one giant obstacle for clear rational thinking in her mind. Closing her eyes, Kagome just indulged in the sound of his breathing and the race of his pulse in her ears, as though they were the same being. "I'm not angry at you now." She whispered and with cheeks burning as red as his robes, she actually began undoing his jacket. "Since you said it was to show dominance, and because we are a team." Kagome began a new thought bubbling in her head. Feeling for some reason, desperate for this time with him and his words echoing in her mind, Kagome licked her lips. "I had first goes, you had second. Can't we at the same time? Equal ground."
"All right, then," he agreed, his lips brushing her ear. He tugged at her shirt, just enough so that he had better access at her neck and wouldn't spill blood on her shirt. He licked her collarbone teasingly. Sesshomaru and his threats be damned! "At the same time it is. Just remember to bite down hard."
Kagome nodded, her fingers hesitantly moving his neckline aside. Shaking her head, Kagome shrugged back and looked at him with look that was of pure emotion. Warmth. Leaning forward, Kagome kissed him one of those special kisses that made your blood boil and freeze at the same time. A kiss that compare to all other kisses, you'd always remember it. Pushing back his robe, until it was off of him. Snuggling closer, Kagome swallowed hard. "I don't to hurt you." Kagome whispered kissing the area tenderly, as though she could make it well. "Maybe I should do this on your wrist instead?"
He choked on a gasp as she snuggled against his bare chest. His mind shook free of the cobwebs that had clouded his mind when she kissed him. Where in the world had she learned to do that?! The hand that had settled on the small of her back began to pull up her shirt, eager to feel her untouched skin. He shook his head, his bangs falling like snow on hers. Somehow, he'd forgotten where Kagome ended and he began. "Don't worry, Kagome, you won't hurt me. You'll never hurt me."
Accepting his offer, Kagome kissed him then leaned in such a way that gave him access to her neck, and vice versa. She then when she felt his fangs upon her, bit him. Hard. Just as the exact same second he broke her skin. The emotion was paralyzing with intensity. It was as though two webs of self flashed and pulsated. Each one rising above its physical body and hitting the other with force. Entwining their lines together. Kagome could feel her breath and the burning in his lungs. She could taste his blood and feel through him the sensation of her broken flesh being sucked on by his mouth. The heat from both their bodies causing hers to want to rise up in flames and be consumed. Moaning softly, Kagome began to greedily, despite the disgust that had first swarmed her senses, lick up his demon blood. Not bothered by the 'purity' of the bloodline, Kagome kept only thinking that this was Him. This was Inuyasha, and she could feel him in a way she never would otherwise. It was an amazing feel. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in the back. The rich liquid poured into her mouth scorching it. Finally, Kagome stopped sucking and just licked the wound, as though that would be enough to heal it. "Don't leave me..." Kagome sighed out when she wretched her mouth away from his flesh, eyes still half lidded.
Inuyasha's head was swimming. His body felt like it was on fire, and yet his breathing as he lifted his lips off her skin was ragged, as if he were cold or tired. His grip on her tightened, and he slowly drew his head up to face her. Inuyasha's lips trailed over her skin as he did so, and his eyes were barely open, though they widened when he looked at her visage. "I wish I didn't have to. Oh, Kagome, I'd give up everything I am just to spend another day with you."
His eyes never leaving hers, his hands slid around to her front and slowly opened her shirt. He shrugged out of his own. Inuyasha didn't want to see too much of her. He felt like he was opening up an amazing gift, and he wanted to enjoy every moment of the pleasure and agony of knowing that she trusted him enough to willingly let him do that, and not because of some stupid promise. Kagome's shirt left a suggestive strip of skin open, running from her neck to just a bit below her belly button. Inuyasha ran the knuckle of his index finger down the strip. Their faces were so close that his lips brushed hers as he talked. "You just have to tell me to stop and I will."
Kagome captured her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. "I know you will..." Kagome whispered with all the trust she had in her. Still unable to say just why she trusted him so much, Kagome abandoned reason and smiled up at him, a blush coloring her cheeks a dark red. "And I'm not telling you to stop." Kagome added, allowing herself to admire his bare chest. Feeling a tightening in her chest, almost as though she could hear the sand dropping through the hourglass, Kagome glanced down at his hand and then took it in her own. Feeling nervous and shy, even though she shouldn't, Kagome leaned close and kissed him. Raising his hand and placing it above her heart. "We don't have another day," Kagome swallowed, her fingers tracing his shoulders inwards towards his collarbone. "Best make do with now."
Absentmindedly wondering if she knew what her words meant, and somehow knowing that she did, he nipped at her chin, his lips trailing up to meet hers. He kissed her gently, and with a quickly growing passion. His mouth opened her hers, as if inviting her to kiss him back with just as much fervor. Pressing her waist against his, the hand that she had placed over her heart slowly pulled her shirt off that shoulder with trembling fingers. His mind raged that if anybody interrupted them, there'd be hell to pay.
Returning his passion with her own, Kagome pressed against him, her fingers trailing all over his bare chest. Her fingertips wanting to burn the memory of the warmth of his skin onto them. Tentatively, Kagome shrugged out of the shirtsleeves and allowed it to fall about her waist and then completely off. Hooking her fingers through the waistband of his pants, Kagome kiss- marked Inuyasha's throat and smiled up at him slyly, though the blush on her face was more revealing then anything else. Moving one hand up to his cheek, Kagome brought her mouth up to his, parting only a moment to moan his name into his mouth.
He tried to keep from saying something completely and utterly cliché?. The hungry look in his eyes said more than words ever could. Inuyasha wasn't sure if he was dying or more alive than he'd ever been before. It almost drove him wild when she moaned his name. It sounded like music to his ears. He moved his hand from her shoulder to hers as it lingered on the hem of his pants, and, as it was her good hand, helped her to pull at his pants until they fell. At the point, he scooped Kagome up and stepped out of the pool of red and white clothing, to sit gently on the bed, Kagome sitting in naught but her pants.
He stared up at her moment, enraptured by her beauty, before he kissed the taught area of skin just above her breasts, licking and biting her teasingly.
Closing her eyes, Kagome threw back her head enjoying the sensations Inuyasha was causing her. The wonderful feelings, she didn't believe could exist igniting in her. Wrapping her arms around him, her hands running down his back. Faintly making out the scratch lines she left a night ago. Feeling warm, as though there was a fire lit, Kagome squirmed around wanting to make Inuyasha feel the same way. Kagome went about that task with mouth and hands, slowly pulling Inuyasha closer to her as she moved back over the bed.
Miroku slid the door between their rooms' open and hiccupped, not really bothering to look around or knock before immediately going at it. "Hey, Yasha everything is going by plan, but I ran out of Sake do you-" At this point, Miroku looked up to the most hideous sight of his life. Not something he cared to cherish.
Inuyasha's naked butt staring straight at him.
Feeling a sweat drop collect at his temple, Miroku allowed his perverted mind to wonder why he wasn't graced with the sight of a naked Kagome instead... Though he was grinning like a perverted drunk at the scene, when Sango pushed past him he made a grab for her. Some things were just too perverted.
For his wife.
Purring louder than he ever had before in his life, his kisses moved downwards, his hand soon following, he quickly undid his pants, only slightly disturbed that he was looking at them the wrong way, as he was used to taking them off himself and not someone else. But that was trivial. Nothing could interrupt Inuyasha now, he was far too happy. He felt like he was floating, and he knew that, wherever he was, Kagome was there with him, too.
Only briefly wondering how to get the pants of her, he hovered over her and slid an arm under Kagome, his other hand whipping off his pants and not caring an ounce to where the landed or if they were ripped or not.
Something red landed on Sango's head.
Inuyasha gazed down at Kagome, wishing for the hundredth time that he could forget his heritage and stay with Kagome. Or wishing that he had the guts to tell her how he really felt about her, now that he suddenly knew. What else could be making him feel this good? He knew the warmth that flooded from his chest could not possibly be related to sex. Inuyasha gave her a butterfly kiss, fearing he would loose himself as he kissed her too deeply.
Miroku very silently. VERY silently, pulled the pants off of Sango and pulled her back to their room. Damn wench put up a fight too. Miroku knew that if Inuyasha caught whiff of them, they'd both be dead. He accounted it to all of the pent up sexual energy inside of Inuyasha, but more over because of the partner and what was going to happen. Something Miroku could relate too. Finally getting Sango back and shutting the door between their rooms, Miroku sighed against the wall panel. "That was close."
Kagome opened her eyes and began shaking her head, freeing herself from Inuyasha's embrace. "N-no... Stop!" Kagome begged, her hands still in his hair Kagome looked up at him with tender strength. Swallowing nervously, Kagome looked to the side as she sat up and wrapped her arms around herself. Like it mattered now. "I..." Kagome began, then thought it all over, what doing this would mean. She'd be ruined, wouldn't she? Kagome realized that not doing this would be her ruin. Feeling a warm pulse at her neck, Kagome scooted back to lie against the mattress fully, her head cradled on the pillows. "Could you pull the blanket up? It's cold." Kagome said while she reached out pulling him down on top of her.
He did as she'd asked, and looked down at her. Her frantic words confused him. "Kagome, are you certain? I can stop," he said, wondering if he really could. His breath was still rough. Yeah, he could stop, he just had to make it to the washroom and hope that, of all people, he didn't run into Jakotsu because he wasn't certain what the unpredictable demon would do or say. Safely under the covers, one of his hands stroked her leg, while his fingers of the other one played with the hair that fanned out on his pillow, as if being treated like some sort of a cat might make her feel more relaxed. He knew it did to him.
Sango tapped her fingers on her chin. She leaned up to him and kissed his chin. Reaching to take one of his hands, she brought it up to her mouth and nibbled on the tips of his fingers suggestively. "It was close. It was actually kind of fun. But, you know, I'm surprised that you don't have a mirror or something over your bed so that you can see what it looks like when we're like that. And since Kagome and Inuyasha are going to be making some noise of their own, it means that he won't be yelling at us to keep it down, now will it?" She wiggled her eyebrows comically, slipping a leg around his waist.
Kagome didn't answer him for a while, she allowed herself to enjoy his gentle coaxing and soft caresses. Laying beneath him, Kagome allowed her mind to travel and look over the past few days like a bystander. Kagome opened her big brown eyes and stared up at him, her hands tentatively stroking his cheeks at first and then allowed her hands to spread down over his shoulders and chest. Snuggling closer to him, Kagome suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close. As though if she held him tightly enough, this night would last forever.
A soft voice of reason whispered to her that it wouldn't help. Snuggling her chin into the crook oh his neck, Kagome looked over his shoulder up at the ceiling pattern. "I'm certain," Kagome paused, then felt her fingers flexing over his skin and moving over his back patting him as gently and lovingly as he was her. Not that he needed as much relaxing as she, "I don't want you to stop." Kagome whispered kissing his jaw line.
"We've shared blood already," Kagome mused out loud, speaking more to herself then to him. Her thoughts drifting Kagome allowed her hands to travel freely in their exploration over his body until finally they settled on his narrow waist. "I want us to share this." Kagome told to him, her voice decisive.
Moving her wounded wrist over his chest, Kagome paused at the point where his heart was and thought about how much she would miss him. An inner argument started inside of her, why should she miss him after all? He was a pirate, and he was a demon. But then, Kagome thought about how he didn't act like either and was warm, protective of those he cared for and was going to help her right a wrong. Kagome gasped when she realized just how deeply her feelings for him ran. Placing her hand with the wounded wrist on his cheek she forced him to look at her. "Inuyasha," Kagome began softly enjoying the look in his eyes and how in this light they looked like pure amber. "We don't have tomorrow night." She said stating the known. "But since we do have tonight. Lets make it last as long as possible." With that said she arched her back up and opened her mouth kissing him, her tongue playing with his. Making it very obvious to him that this was what she wanted. That he was whom she desired.
"Kagome." He managed to say her name before she kissed him. Inuyasha let out a soft moan at her touch. He felt a weakness and power roll over him that made his mind shut up and his skin feel cold even as her lips were like fire over his. His heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to break. He didn't care about what would happen twenty-fours hours from then, or later, or even earlier. He wanted to spend as much time with Kagome as he now could. Inuyasha wasn't quite sure what it was that made him want her, and need her, all he knew was that the feeling was returned. He didn't know anything about Kagome, all he knew was that she had caught in a web of strength and magic that he was all-too happy to be ensnared by.
He tried to memorize the feeling of his skin touching hers, and her fingers tracing the outlines of his sleek muscle. Inuyasha couldn't stand anymore of this self torture. He forgot himself. Suddenly, he was just Inuyasha, not some pirate or a prince, but just himself, and Kagome surrounded him.
Kagome could no longer feel the mattress under her, or the pillow under her head. Kagome felt completely and utterly relaxed, as vulnerable as she was with a demon prince hovering over her. Her blood felt strangely thick as she toyed with Inuyasha's hair, her fingers just touching the soft tips of his ears. Then, there was a sudden moment of pain, and she stopped kissing him, breathing heavily. When Inuyasha didn't move, his teeth biting her lip playfully as he whispered sweet nothings to her, she felt herself falling back into the hazy world where everything was happy and time meant nothing.
"Sorry," he mumbled, when she let out the slight gasp of pain. He didn't know he would hurt her so. Inuyasha stared at her, so close that when he blinked his eyelashes brushed her blushing cheek. He nuzzled her neck, especially drawn to the spot where his teeth marks were still slightly visible. He licked his lips, his tongue brushing her ear lobe as he raised his head. His eyes caught hers and she nodded to him. Even then, he waited a long moment before he moved again, trying to find something, though he was not sure of what.
Miroku probably could have given him more instructions than insert rod into slot. Really!
Her hand slid back down to his back, her fingers accidentally tracing the paths of the mostly-healed wounds that she had given him when he'd first bitten her. It felt much the same: painful, and yet, strangely pleasurable. She felt languid heat run through her body and gasped slightly. She lifted her mouth from his, and asked him to do it again in a breathless voice.
He was only too happy to oblige. Hearing her voice, knowing that she had chosen him and that he was the first one -the only one- to touch her meant more to him than the feel of her body beneath his ever could. He heard someone purring and realized that, for once, it was not himself. It was her. Even her grip on his back had lessened. He kissed her shoulder, his mouth tasting her everywhere as he let her tell him what to do. God knew she could tell better than him.
Like before, she said his name. He wondered if he had hurt her before she realized that the tight voice had come not from pain but more pleasure. Her fingers tightened on his skin once more and his muscles tightened in response. He moved to cover her mouth with his own. Inuyasha loved hearing her voice, but he worried that Miroku or a passerby might also be able to hear her. Almost instinctually, he knew that this was something only for them.
Yet even as he thought it, her own name slipped from his lips, as he felt his energy slip from his body. His kisses slowed, and Kagome's breathing slowly returned to normal as he continued placing kisses here and there on her body, knowing he would never have a gorgeous naked woman in his bed again. But more importantly, he'd never Kagome in his arms again.
Looking like a content and slightly tired kitten, Kagome slowly opened her eyes and began to kiss him softly everywhere she could. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kagome moved slightly and wrapped her arms around him. Clinging to him, Kagome cried for a minute. Not a full-blown tearful sob, but just enough so that her watered eyes would let a couple of drops fall to her cheek. It wasn't only how much this moment mattered and counted the impact it had now on her life. But who she was with. "I wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else." Kagome whispered her thoughts out loud to him, as she licked his neck, kissing him up to his jaw and then sucking on his lips. 'I'll never want it with anyone else.' Kagome added to herself in silent vow.
Not feeling embarrassed or as nervous anymore. "The night isn't over yet," Kagome whispered huskily to him, completely oblivious to how wanton she must look and sound. Moving against him, Kagome giggled at his response, which was quite impressive considering how little time had passed. "We only have tonight," Kagome murmured, feeling sad at the last sentence and wanting to purge their bed - not his. Theirs.- from sadness, Kagome began building up a rhythm between them. "Let's do it again." Kagome said smiling and sucking on his tongue that was now playing with her own. After a while, gasps turned into light moans and hearing his echoing voice, Kagome gasped and tightened her hands on his waist. Arching her back, Kagome groaned out his name loudly, but holding her passion back enough so it wasn't loud enough to be heard out of the door.
Regaining her composure and feeling like she was floating back down to earth after traveling to heaven, Kagome wanted to return in kind. Pushing him back, and following him, until now the blankets were beneath them, Kagome straddled him and leaned forward kissing him with the emotions coming to realization within her that she didn't dare speak aloud.
Inuyasha actually laughed as he was pushed into the mattress. It was the playful laugh that she had enticed from him while tickling him just that morning, and it was quickly cut off as she kissed him. Inuyasha could tell he was going to be a very tired man by the time the sun would actually get to rise. He wouldn't have the strength to defend himself if Sesshomaru tried to kill him. Inuyasha was actually thanking his demon self. He doubted he could go on so long without it. But, Sesshomaru could do his worst, because Inuyasha had already been to Heaven and back and if Sesshomaru wanted to send him there too, then he could go right ahead and do that.
Then Inuyasha was struck by how very, very wrong that thought was.
But it was driven from his brain as he stared up at Kagome, looking tall and proud, looking like some type of warrior priestess. She seemed to far away for him to touch, and it was like torture. He didn't think he could live without kissing her. His hands traced each and every one of her curves. "And Miroku thought he was lucky. . . ."
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"And then I'm the perverted monk." Miroku grinned down at his new wife, but couldn't help the nagging feeling in him. Pulling his hand free of her mouth, it went down to the curve of her leg supporting it as it wound about his waist, he then used the other to lift her up off of the floor completely. "Sango." He said with a grin. "I love the way you think." Miroku commented, his eyes glancing at the long mirror at the side of his room. Carrying Sango over to the bed, Miroku fell forward onto it so she was beneath him. "I have an idea, since this is a night of change. We can be as loud as we want after all, how about we also make a few other changes as well?" Miroku suggested. "Let's not get drunk tonight." He said gazing down at her, so that she was all that filled her vision.
She stared at him as if he had suggested something completely outrageous. Still, she laughed. She tugged at his ponytail playfully. What was it about the ponytail that attracted her? 'Then again, what is it about all of Miroku that attracts me to him? Ah, yes.' She laughed again as she remembered, her smile only surpassed by the one of his face. "Sure, Miroku. But, you know, alcohol or not, it's still not going to change my feelings about you."
"Oh?" Miroku inquired, leaning down over her. "Why don't you tell me what those feelings are?" Miroku teased.
Giggling like a little girl instead of a famous demon killer, she gave his nose a tiny lick. "I love you, you stupid demon!"
Miroku smirked and kissed her nose. "Darling, I have a confession." He said sitting up beside her on the bed. Staring at the glove and Buddha beads over his right hand, Miroku looked like he was struggling with something before finally fisting his hand and looking over at his beautiful demon slayer. "I'm not quite a demon." Miroku said, wondering if he had ever explained that to her. "I'm as human as the next."
Arching an eyebrow, she stared up at him, sitting up. Sango was puzzled. Now she was glad she hadn't already gotten into the Sake, and she wondered if she'd missed this one of their excursions into the bottle of rice wine. "But, you're on a demon ship," she said slowly. "And you're best friends with a half demon. Ya look human, sure, but.." At this point she took a deep breath, and tried again. "What?"
Miroku smiled at her sympathetically, she looked cute perplexed. "Well," Miroku began not knowing quite where to begin. "I was a monk, but I never followed Buddha's path by the book." Miroku said grinning. "In fact, I tended to bend the path a lot... One day, I decided this was not the life destined for me. I'll cut the story short, I sold my soul for the power of a demon." Miroku explained. "Maybe that's why I accept Inuyasha so much," Miroku mused over this before brushing it off. "We're like. Not quite this or that. In any case," Miroku said holding up his hand. "The power I got was not quite what I expected, I have an air void in my hand. It's a hole that consumes everything in sight, it just sucks it in... Sends it into darkness, I'd imagine." Miroku muttered looking down at his hand and then at Sango. Wondering, if now that she knew it, she'd still allow his hand to squeeze her lovely buttocks... Not that she usually did.
Continuing to stare at him, she eventually shrugged. Then, she abruptly smiled at gave him a bear hug. "Then, if it's possible, love you even more! I'm a demon killer, after all, not a slayer of human people, even if they do have demonic power and claim to be soulless!" Her hug tightened. "And even if they do happen to be people who are complete and total nymphomaniacs! Oh, Miroku!"
Miroku actually stared up at her in pure surprise. For maybe the first time ever. "How... Did you manage to pull my pants off so fast?" Miroku asked then pulled her down into a kiss. "Tell me about yourself." Miroku said grinning at her. "If you want, I can hook up that mirror meanwhile..."
She laughed again, staring down at him. Sango would tell him her secret to the quick and effective removal to ones pants once she was a hundred and one percent sure that she had him wrapped around her little finger and he wouldn't practice it on some other girl. "No, leave the mirror for later. I'm not so perverted that I need to see that." Laying between his legs, her chin resting on his chest so she could stare at him, Sango swung her longs legs in the air. It was true, what she had said. Somehow knowing that about him made her love him even more. So Sango didn't mind at all when he asked her to tell her stuff about her. Even though, deep down, she didn't really want to. "Demons killed my family," she told him, putting it bluntly. "Now I hunt them. And, hopefully, one day I'll eventually find the person who did it. If not, if I die along the way, then at least I know I took a lot of them with me. What else do you want to know?"
Miroku creased his brows as he stared at her. Truth be told, that was not what he was expecting. Nor was he expecting her vehement stand fast devotion to the subject. Thinking this over, Miroku undid her bound hair, liking how it fell free over her shoulders. "I've met a lot of demons along the way. If you tell me more, I might be able to help." Miroku offered, wondering why he even cared to help? And then remembering, she wasn't just another one nightstand, but his wife. Miroku grinned at the memory of how drunk she was when they got married.
A frown momentarily crossed her face, as she guessed what he was thinking. Sango was just glad that she had a strong stomach. Her happiness reappeared when he began to toy with her hair. He had such nice, long fingers. . . . Pleasantly distracted, she pursed her lips. Recalling the face of the murderer of her family wasn't hard, annoying easily actually, but the temptation to dwell on the amazing reached of Miroku and his body were all too easy to drown in. (Here she absentmindedly wondered if they could rewrite the Sutra one day.) "Well, he looked a lot like Inuyasha, with the hair. But he was taller, and a bit more slender too. Older, and with stripes on his skin. And the attitude of a wet rat."
Miroku's brows shot up. He stayed silent though. If he told her... Sango would surely go after Sesshomaru and lose. Miroku knew this. It would take practically all the demons on the ship to take him down, he didn't want to watch Sango die. Miroku decided that for now, until he could figure out how to handle it. He would make her forget the painful memories. "I'll think about it. I might remember something." Miroku promised grasping her and beginning the tender route to blissful forgetfulness, starting with his hands trailing up her thighs and his mouth on her neck.
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Hours later.
The shadows and rays of light fighting for control over the room were battling it out between them, the same way the sun was fighting it off with the night, demanding control. However, none of that mattered in the room.
All that mattered right now were the two cuddled in a tight embrace on the bed in a tangle of sheets.
Kagome lay with her head on Inuyasha's arm, kissing his neck absently as she dwelled on the wonderful bright light feel in her. It was bliss. Sure, she was sore all over, worse in parts she couldn't mention in any company, but the soreness had a nice feel to it. It wasn't painful. Snuggling closer to Inuyasha, Kagome wrapped her leg and arm around him tighter. Moving her face out of the crook of his neck to look at him, Kagome smiled a tired but quite satisfied smile, her fingertips brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "That was wonderful." Kagome said for lack of words to describe just how it made her feel, or how her soul felt like it had grown beyond the compounds of her physical body. "I don't want it to be morning." Kagome whispered in denial to the sun, though some bit of her thankful for it. She wasn't sure she was up to any more of it. Tracing her thumb over his lashes, Kagome had to try again, for no reason she could understand and more then that, because there was a slight hope inside of her that maybe this time. His answer would be different. "Don't leave me." Kagome whispered, her eyes gazing into his.
Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertips softly, holding her hand gently. He turned to look at her, and his fatigue seemed to ease away as he did so. The pleased look on her face and the sadness in her eyes made his thoughts fight each other. He ran a thumb over her cheek, giving her a sweet kiss. Even just holding her like this was pleasant. Somehow, he felt that the sunrise had come into his bedroom, bringing with it hope and letting the subtle colors paint Kagome's face. He took a little breath. The words hurt too much to breath any deeper. "I have to," he painfully reminded her. "But I don't want to. And I'll never really leave you. I'll be right here." His hand brushed her heart before rubbing her bottom lip, and then tapping her forehead teasingly. "And here, and right here too. I promised that I'd protect you, and I'm going to keep my promise."
Kagome felt her eyes water up, but she smiled it away. Letting out a disappointed short laugh, Kagome sniffed and nodded. Cuddling close to him, Kagome placed her hand over his heart and felt a power inside of her begin to grow. But it was then that she realized, it wasn't power she was feeling but an emotion. "I'll never leave you either." Kagome swore to him. "I'll always be right there, beside you, for you, with you." Kagome told him her blush coloring her cheeks a bright rosy color. "I don't want any one else." Kagome said avoiding his eyes as she shyly gazed about. "I just want you. And... You should know, that that won't change. Ever." She told him, the words ringing true to the emotion she felt inside of her. Without noticing it, her hand was tracing over the bite mark she had left on him, it was hardly there, just a shadow by now, but still she found herself touching him there.
"Don't say that," he said, feeling sorrow well up inside him. He was all too aware of her fingers on his neck and every other single thing about Kagome: the way her lips moved when she talked, the feel of her hair, just everything. "You'll find someone else, and be happy with them, and I'll be happy for you simply because I know that you're loved and you have. another partner." But even as he told her that, he knew that it was the same for him. He could only care for Kagome, and nobody else. He sighed as he pulled her close. "Thank you."
Clinging to him, Kagome buried her face in his long white hair. Nuzzling through the hair to his throat, Kagome sighed. "Inuyasha," Kagome began, her hands now moving over his shoulders. She liked his shoulders, how broad and muscular they were. "I'm a Priestess, no one else would want me." Kagome explained but smiled despite it. "And I won't want anyone else." She promised him, her wounded wrist touching his wrist, where she had bit him the first time they met. When he attacked and broke into her house. Giggling at the irony of it, Kagome looked around, how things change... The smell and warmth of him flowed through her senses. For a while, she just allowed them to envelop her. 'If I didn't have to save those girls... I'd go with you anywhere.' Kagome thought, as though he could possibly hear her thoughts.
people speak, and ff.net decides it doesn't like proper editing format. Ah, well! Hope you guys all had a fun time! Now that school's back on, I, for one, might actually miss being bored out of my skull. Already, I have two tests and an essay due. Ah well!
Remember how we said that there wasn't going to be a lemon? Well. it's still true. We think.. There's sex. Oh, there is sex indeed! So if you don't like that kind of stuff, turn back now! Is it actually a lemon? A lime, maybe? Hell, we have no idea. -_-
They go at it like demon bunnies,. but we don't even use the word 'breast', so you'll have to tell us what it is, dear reviewers. So to anybody who think that babies are still boon under cabbage leaves: sorry, but wait for the next update to read, okay? ^_^
Sweet Sad Jess: Inuyasha? Die? You know. that would make for a really bittersweet end. We'll have to toss that idea around. I mean, a giant pirate story, somebody or other will have to croak.
Glass thorn: Isn't fluff grand? I quite enjoyed this chapter too. If my friends could read it and share your reaction, maybe they would understand why I race home to turn on the comp and plot with Emily everyday.
Storymind: *growls* Hey! You know, there are two of us writing this, ya know! Don't I get request? *Emmie pats her and she calms down and purrs, kitty ears twitching erratically*. Sorry for the outburst. I don't know about Rin, but Sesshy, is a yes. I mean. He IS kind of the bad guy.. ^_^
Drake: What's wrong with being a fluff lover? Go for it, I say! Hopefully, though, you won't be finding the story so fluffy your teeth hurt! ^_^ I got challenged to do that once. Managed to do it, but my teeth hurt for a bloody week..
HellKeeper: I hope he will! I mean, it would be kind of a big thing, no? ^_^
Elsbeth: Oddly enough, I am eating pizza this time. Getting kind of full though. I already ate three pieces. I'll go for a fourth in half an hour or so. Well, there are two of us writing this: the Personification of Fluff (that'd be me) and Emmie.
Kero-chan: My, you are energetic. Hopefully this is your lemon. We really don't know what it is. Why? Because me maturity level is as such. There are having sex. Now, I can say penis. I can breast. I can say orgasm. But as soon as you want me to say that so and so is doing god only knows what to some appendage or orifice or another (hell, this usually includes kissing too) my head will spontaneously combust. Seriously. It's why I have such a large collection of heads. Hope you like what we have.
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Kagome was touched. The words could've been hollow but the voice in which they were said was true and honest. "Yes." Kagome answered without a moment's hesitation. "We are." Kagome murmured against his lips, her lips touching his with almost every word she spoke. "I like it when you blush." Kagome joked, but didn't let him out of her embrace. "What do you want me to do?" Kagome asked, willing to try out anything with him. He was her partner after all, and on some level, Kagome had hopped he was a partner for many things.
He ran a finger up and down her back, trying to memorize each and every curve of her body. "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before." He arched his neck and kissed hers over the spot where he had bitten her. Somehow, that one spot of her body felt hotter than anywhere else on Kagome, as if her heart had moved and pulsed there instead of in her chest. "But I've already bitten you, so it's your turn."
"I already did. When we first met. But I bit you then in anger, Inuyasha." Kagome reminded, the feel of him all but one giant obstacle for clear rational thinking in her mind. Closing her eyes, Kagome just indulged in the sound of his breathing and the race of his pulse in her ears, as though they were the same being. "I'm not angry at you now." She whispered and with cheeks burning as red as his robes, she actually began undoing his jacket. "Since you said it was to show dominance, and because we are a team." Kagome began a new thought bubbling in her head. Feeling for some reason, desperate for this time with him and his words echoing in her mind, Kagome licked her lips. "I had first goes, you had second. Can't we at the same time? Equal ground."
"All right, then," he agreed, his lips brushing her ear. He tugged at her shirt, just enough so that he had better access at her neck and wouldn't spill blood on her shirt. He licked her collarbone teasingly. Sesshomaru and his threats be damned! "At the same time it is. Just remember to bite down hard."
Kagome nodded, her fingers hesitantly moving his neckline aside. Shaking her head, Kagome shrugged back and looked at him with look that was of pure emotion. Warmth. Leaning forward, Kagome kissed him one of those special kisses that made your blood boil and freeze at the same time. A kiss that compare to all other kisses, you'd always remember it. Pushing back his robe, until it was off of him. Snuggling closer, Kagome swallowed hard. "I don't to hurt you." Kagome whispered kissing the area tenderly, as though she could make it well. "Maybe I should do this on your wrist instead?"
He choked on a gasp as she snuggled against his bare chest. His mind shook free of the cobwebs that had clouded his mind when she kissed him. Where in the world had she learned to do that?! The hand that had settled on the small of her back began to pull up her shirt, eager to feel her untouched skin. He shook his head, his bangs falling like snow on hers. Somehow, he'd forgotten where Kagome ended and he began. "Don't worry, Kagome, you won't hurt me. You'll never hurt me."
Accepting his offer, Kagome kissed him then leaned in such a way that gave him access to her neck, and vice versa. She then when she felt his fangs upon her, bit him. Hard. Just as the exact same second he broke her skin. The emotion was paralyzing with intensity. It was as though two webs of self flashed and pulsated. Each one rising above its physical body and hitting the other with force. Entwining their lines together. Kagome could feel her breath and the burning in his lungs. She could taste his blood and feel through him the sensation of her broken flesh being sucked on by his mouth. The heat from both their bodies causing hers to want to rise up in flames and be consumed. Moaning softly, Kagome began to greedily, despite the disgust that had first swarmed her senses, lick up his demon blood. Not bothered by the 'purity' of the bloodline, Kagome kept only thinking that this was Him. This was Inuyasha, and she could feel him in a way she never would otherwise. It was an amazing feel. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in the back. The rich liquid poured into her mouth scorching it. Finally, Kagome stopped sucking and just licked the wound, as though that would be enough to heal it. "Don't leave me..." Kagome sighed out when she wretched her mouth away from his flesh, eyes still half lidded.
Inuyasha's head was swimming. His body felt like it was on fire, and yet his breathing as he lifted his lips off her skin was ragged, as if he were cold or tired. His grip on her tightened, and he slowly drew his head up to face her. Inuyasha's lips trailed over her skin as he did so, and his eyes were barely open, though they widened when he looked at her visage. "I wish I didn't have to. Oh, Kagome, I'd give up everything I am just to spend another day with you."
His eyes never leaving hers, his hands slid around to her front and slowly opened her shirt. He shrugged out of his own. Inuyasha didn't want to see too much of her. He felt like he was opening up an amazing gift, and he wanted to enjoy every moment of the pleasure and agony of knowing that she trusted him enough to willingly let him do that, and not because of some stupid promise. Kagome's shirt left a suggestive strip of skin open, running from her neck to just a bit below her belly button. Inuyasha ran the knuckle of his index finger down the strip. Their faces were so close that his lips brushed hers as he talked. "You just have to tell me to stop and I will."
Kagome captured her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. "I know you will..." Kagome whispered with all the trust she had in her. Still unable to say just why she trusted him so much, Kagome abandoned reason and smiled up at him, a blush coloring her cheeks a dark red. "And I'm not telling you to stop." Kagome added, allowing herself to admire his bare chest. Feeling a tightening in her chest, almost as though she could hear the sand dropping through the hourglass, Kagome glanced down at his hand and then took it in her own. Feeling nervous and shy, even though she shouldn't, Kagome leaned close and kissed him. Raising his hand and placing it above her heart. "We don't have another day," Kagome swallowed, her fingers tracing his shoulders inwards towards his collarbone. "Best make do with now."
Absentmindedly wondering if she knew what her words meant, and somehow knowing that she did, he nipped at her chin, his lips trailing up to meet hers. He kissed her gently, and with a quickly growing passion. His mouth opened her hers, as if inviting her to kiss him back with just as much fervor. Pressing her waist against his, the hand that she had placed over her heart slowly pulled her shirt off that shoulder with trembling fingers. His mind raged that if anybody interrupted them, there'd be hell to pay.
Returning his passion with her own, Kagome pressed against him, her fingers trailing all over his bare chest. Her fingertips wanting to burn the memory of the warmth of his skin onto them. Tentatively, Kagome shrugged out of the shirtsleeves and allowed it to fall about her waist and then completely off. Hooking her fingers through the waistband of his pants, Kagome kiss- marked Inuyasha's throat and smiled up at him slyly, though the blush on her face was more revealing then anything else. Moving one hand up to his cheek, Kagome brought her mouth up to his, parting only a moment to moan his name into his mouth.
He tried to keep from saying something completely and utterly cliché?. The hungry look in his eyes said more than words ever could. Inuyasha wasn't sure if he was dying or more alive than he'd ever been before. It almost drove him wild when she moaned his name. It sounded like music to his ears. He moved his hand from her shoulder to hers as it lingered on the hem of his pants, and, as it was her good hand, helped her to pull at his pants until they fell. At the point, he scooped Kagome up and stepped out of the pool of red and white clothing, to sit gently on the bed, Kagome sitting in naught but her pants.
He stared up at her moment, enraptured by her beauty, before he kissed the taught area of skin just above her breasts, licking and biting her teasingly.
Closing her eyes, Kagome threw back her head enjoying the sensations Inuyasha was causing her. The wonderful feelings, she didn't believe could exist igniting in her. Wrapping her arms around him, her hands running down his back. Faintly making out the scratch lines she left a night ago. Feeling warm, as though there was a fire lit, Kagome squirmed around wanting to make Inuyasha feel the same way. Kagome went about that task with mouth and hands, slowly pulling Inuyasha closer to her as she moved back over the bed.
Miroku slid the door between their rooms' open and hiccupped, not really bothering to look around or knock before immediately going at it. "Hey, Yasha everything is going by plan, but I ran out of Sake do you-" At this point, Miroku looked up to the most hideous sight of his life. Not something he cared to cherish.
Inuyasha's naked butt staring straight at him.
Feeling a sweat drop collect at his temple, Miroku allowed his perverted mind to wonder why he wasn't graced with the sight of a naked Kagome instead... Though he was grinning like a perverted drunk at the scene, when Sango pushed past him he made a grab for her. Some things were just too perverted.
For his wife.
Purring louder than he ever had before in his life, his kisses moved downwards, his hand soon following, he quickly undid his pants, only slightly disturbed that he was looking at them the wrong way, as he was used to taking them off himself and not someone else. But that was trivial. Nothing could interrupt Inuyasha now, he was far too happy. He felt like he was floating, and he knew that, wherever he was, Kagome was there with him, too.
Only briefly wondering how to get the pants of her, he hovered over her and slid an arm under Kagome, his other hand whipping off his pants and not caring an ounce to where the landed or if they were ripped or not.
Something red landed on Sango's head.
Inuyasha gazed down at Kagome, wishing for the hundredth time that he could forget his heritage and stay with Kagome. Or wishing that he had the guts to tell her how he really felt about her, now that he suddenly knew. What else could be making him feel this good? He knew the warmth that flooded from his chest could not possibly be related to sex. Inuyasha gave her a butterfly kiss, fearing he would loose himself as he kissed her too deeply.
Miroku very silently. VERY silently, pulled the pants off of Sango and pulled her back to their room. Damn wench put up a fight too. Miroku knew that if Inuyasha caught whiff of them, they'd both be dead. He accounted it to all of the pent up sexual energy inside of Inuyasha, but more over because of the partner and what was going to happen. Something Miroku could relate too. Finally getting Sango back and shutting the door between their rooms, Miroku sighed against the wall panel. "That was close."
Kagome opened her eyes and began shaking her head, freeing herself from Inuyasha's embrace. "N-no... Stop!" Kagome begged, her hands still in his hair Kagome looked up at him with tender strength. Swallowing nervously, Kagome looked to the side as she sat up and wrapped her arms around herself. Like it mattered now. "I..." Kagome began, then thought it all over, what doing this would mean. She'd be ruined, wouldn't she? Kagome realized that not doing this would be her ruin. Feeling a warm pulse at her neck, Kagome scooted back to lie against the mattress fully, her head cradled on the pillows. "Could you pull the blanket up? It's cold." Kagome said while she reached out pulling him down on top of her.
He did as she'd asked, and looked down at her. Her frantic words confused him. "Kagome, are you certain? I can stop," he said, wondering if he really could. His breath was still rough. Yeah, he could stop, he just had to make it to the washroom and hope that, of all people, he didn't run into Jakotsu because he wasn't certain what the unpredictable demon would do or say. Safely under the covers, one of his hands stroked her leg, while his fingers of the other one played with the hair that fanned out on his pillow, as if being treated like some sort of a cat might make her feel more relaxed. He knew it did to him.
Sango tapped her fingers on her chin. She leaned up to him and kissed his chin. Reaching to take one of his hands, she brought it up to her mouth and nibbled on the tips of his fingers suggestively. "It was close. It was actually kind of fun. But, you know, I'm surprised that you don't have a mirror or something over your bed so that you can see what it looks like when we're like that. And since Kagome and Inuyasha are going to be making some noise of their own, it means that he won't be yelling at us to keep it down, now will it?" She wiggled her eyebrows comically, slipping a leg around his waist.
Kagome didn't answer him for a while, she allowed herself to enjoy his gentle coaxing and soft caresses. Laying beneath him, Kagome allowed her mind to travel and look over the past few days like a bystander. Kagome opened her big brown eyes and stared up at him, her hands tentatively stroking his cheeks at first and then allowed her hands to spread down over his shoulders and chest. Snuggling closer to him, Kagome suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close. As though if she held him tightly enough, this night would last forever.
A soft voice of reason whispered to her that it wouldn't help. Snuggling her chin into the crook oh his neck, Kagome looked over his shoulder up at the ceiling pattern. "I'm certain," Kagome paused, then felt her fingers flexing over his skin and moving over his back patting him as gently and lovingly as he was her. Not that he needed as much relaxing as she, "I don't want you to stop." Kagome whispered kissing his jaw line.
"We've shared blood already," Kagome mused out loud, speaking more to herself then to him. Her thoughts drifting Kagome allowed her hands to travel freely in their exploration over his body until finally they settled on his narrow waist. "I want us to share this." Kagome told to him, her voice decisive.
Moving her wounded wrist over his chest, Kagome paused at the point where his heart was and thought about how much she would miss him. An inner argument started inside of her, why should she miss him after all? He was a pirate, and he was a demon. But then, Kagome thought about how he didn't act like either and was warm, protective of those he cared for and was going to help her right a wrong. Kagome gasped when she realized just how deeply her feelings for him ran. Placing her hand with the wounded wrist on his cheek she forced him to look at her. "Inuyasha," Kagome began softly enjoying the look in his eyes and how in this light they looked like pure amber. "We don't have tomorrow night." She said stating the known. "But since we do have tonight. Lets make it last as long as possible." With that said she arched her back up and opened her mouth kissing him, her tongue playing with his. Making it very obvious to him that this was what she wanted. That he was whom she desired.
"Kagome." He managed to say her name before she kissed him. Inuyasha let out a soft moan at her touch. He felt a weakness and power roll over him that made his mind shut up and his skin feel cold even as her lips were like fire over his. His heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to break. He didn't care about what would happen twenty-fours hours from then, or later, or even earlier. He wanted to spend as much time with Kagome as he now could. Inuyasha wasn't quite sure what it was that made him want her, and need her, all he knew was that the feeling was returned. He didn't know anything about Kagome, all he knew was that she had caught in a web of strength and magic that he was all-too happy to be ensnared by.
He tried to memorize the feeling of his skin touching hers, and her fingers tracing the outlines of his sleek muscle. Inuyasha couldn't stand anymore of this self torture. He forgot himself. Suddenly, he was just Inuyasha, not some pirate or a prince, but just himself, and Kagome surrounded him.
Kagome could no longer feel the mattress under her, or the pillow under her head. Kagome felt completely and utterly relaxed, as vulnerable as she was with a demon prince hovering over her. Her blood felt strangely thick as she toyed with Inuyasha's hair, her fingers just touching the soft tips of his ears. Then, there was a sudden moment of pain, and she stopped kissing him, breathing heavily. When Inuyasha didn't move, his teeth biting her lip playfully as he whispered sweet nothings to her, she felt herself falling back into the hazy world where everything was happy and time meant nothing.
"Sorry," he mumbled, when she let out the slight gasp of pain. He didn't know he would hurt her so. Inuyasha stared at her, so close that when he blinked his eyelashes brushed her blushing cheek. He nuzzled her neck, especially drawn to the spot where his teeth marks were still slightly visible. He licked his lips, his tongue brushing her ear lobe as he raised his head. His eyes caught hers and she nodded to him. Even then, he waited a long moment before he moved again, trying to find something, though he was not sure of what.
Miroku probably could have given him more instructions than insert rod into slot. Really!
Her hand slid back down to his back, her fingers accidentally tracing the paths of the mostly-healed wounds that she had given him when he'd first bitten her. It felt much the same: painful, and yet, strangely pleasurable. She felt languid heat run through her body and gasped slightly. She lifted her mouth from his, and asked him to do it again in a breathless voice.
He was only too happy to oblige. Hearing her voice, knowing that she had chosen him and that he was the first one -the only one- to touch her meant more to him than the feel of her body beneath his ever could. He heard someone purring and realized that, for once, it was not himself. It was her. Even her grip on his back had lessened. He kissed her shoulder, his mouth tasting her everywhere as he let her tell him what to do. God knew she could tell better than him.
Like before, she said his name. He wondered if he had hurt her before she realized that the tight voice had come not from pain but more pleasure. Her fingers tightened on his skin once more and his muscles tightened in response. He moved to cover her mouth with his own. Inuyasha loved hearing her voice, but he worried that Miroku or a passerby might also be able to hear her. Almost instinctually, he knew that this was something only for them.
Yet even as he thought it, her own name slipped from his lips, as he felt his energy slip from his body. His kisses slowed, and Kagome's breathing slowly returned to normal as he continued placing kisses here and there on her body, knowing he would never have a gorgeous naked woman in his bed again. But more importantly, he'd never Kagome in his arms again.
Looking like a content and slightly tired kitten, Kagome slowly opened her eyes and began to kiss him softly everywhere she could. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kagome moved slightly and wrapped her arms around him. Clinging to him, Kagome cried for a minute. Not a full-blown tearful sob, but just enough so that her watered eyes would let a couple of drops fall to her cheek. It wasn't only how much this moment mattered and counted the impact it had now on her life. But who she was with. "I wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else." Kagome whispered her thoughts out loud to him, as she licked his neck, kissing him up to his jaw and then sucking on his lips. 'I'll never want it with anyone else.' Kagome added to herself in silent vow.
Not feeling embarrassed or as nervous anymore. "The night isn't over yet," Kagome whispered huskily to him, completely oblivious to how wanton she must look and sound. Moving against him, Kagome giggled at his response, which was quite impressive considering how little time had passed. "We only have tonight," Kagome murmured, feeling sad at the last sentence and wanting to purge their bed - not his. Theirs.- from sadness, Kagome began building up a rhythm between them. "Let's do it again." Kagome said smiling and sucking on his tongue that was now playing with her own. After a while, gasps turned into light moans and hearing his echoing voice, Kagome gasped and tightened her hands on his waist. Arching her back, Kagome groaned out his name loudly, but holding her passion back enough so it wasn't loud enough to be heard out of the door.
Regaining her composure and feeling like she was floating back down to earth after traveling to heaven, Kagome wanted to return in kind. Pushing him back, and following him, until now the blankets were beneath them, Kagome straddled him and leaned forward kissing him with the emotions coming to realization within her that she didn't dare speak aloud.
Inuyasha actually laughed as he was pushed into the mattress. It was the playful laugh that she had enticed from him while tickling him just that morning, and it was quickly cut off as she kissed him. Inuyasha could tell he was going to be a very tired man by the time the sun would actually get to rise. He wouldn't have the strength to defend himself if Sesshomaru tried to kill him. Inuyasha was actually thanking his demon self. He doubted he could go on so long without it. But, Sesshomaru could do his worst, because Inuyasha had already been to Heaven and back and if Sesshomaru wanted to send him there too, then he could go right ahead and do that.
Then Inuyasha was struck by how very, very wrong that thought was.
But it was driven from his brain as he stared up at Kagome, looking tall and proud, looking like some type of warrior priestess. She seemed to far away for him to touch, and it was like torture. He didn't think he could live without kissing her. His hands traced each and every one of her curves. "And Miroku thought he was lucky. . . ."
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"And then I'm the perverted monk." Miroku grinned down at his new wife, but couldn't help the nagging feeling in him. Pulling his hand free of her mouth, it went down to the curve of her leg supporting it as it wound about his waist, he then used the other to lift her up off of the floor completely. "Sango." He said with a grin. "I love the way you think." Miroku commented, his eyes glancing at the long mirror at the side of his room. Carrying Sango over to the bed, Miroku fell forward onto it so she was beneath him. "I have an idea, since this is a night of change. We can be as loud as we want after all, how about we also make a few other changes as well?" Miroku suggested. "Let's not get drunk tonight." He said gazing down at her, so that she was all that filled her vision.
She stared at him as if he had suggested something completely outrageous. Still, she laughed. She tugged at his ponytail playfully. What was it about the ponytail that attracted her? 'Then again, what is it about all of Miroku that attracts me to him? Ah, yes.' She laughed again as she remembered, her smile only surpassed by the one of his face. "Sure, Miroku. But, you know, alcohol or not, it's still not going to change my feelings about you."
"Oh?" Miroku inquired, leaning down over her. "Why don't you tell me what those feelings are?" Miroku teased.
Giggling like a little girl instead of a famous demon killer, she gave his nose a tiny lick. "I love you, you stupid demon!"
Miroku smirked and kissed her nose. "Darling, I have a confession." He said sitting up beside her on the bed. Staring at the glove and Buddha beads over his right hand, Miroku looked like he was struggling with something before finally fisting his hand and looking over at his beautiful demon slayer. "I'm not quite a demon." Miroku said, wondering if he had ever explained that to her. "I'm as human as the next."
Arching an eyebrow, she stared up at him, sitting up. Sango was puzzled. Now she was glad she hadn't already gotten into the Sake, and she wondered if she'd missed this one of their excursions into the bottle of rice wine. "But, you're on a demon ship," she said slowly. "And you're best friends with a half demon. Ya look human, sure, but.." At this point she took a deep breath, and tried again. "What?"
Miroku smiled at her sympathetically, she looked cute perplexed. "Well," Miroku began not knowing quite where to begin. "I was a monk, but I never followed Buddha's path by the book." Miroku said grinning. "In fact, I tended to bend the path a lot... One day, I decided this was not the life destined for me. I'll cut the story short, I sold my soul for the power of a demon." Miroku explained. "Maybe that's why I accept Inuyasha so much," Miroku mused over this before brushing it off. "We're like. Not quite this or that. In any case," Miroku said holding up his hand. "The power I got was not quite what I expected, I have an air void in my hand. It's a hole that consumes everything in sight, it just sucks it in... Sends it into darkness, I'd imagine." Miroku muttered looking down at his hand and then at Sango. Wondering, if now that she knew it, she'd still allow his hand to squeeze her lovely buttocks... Not that she usually did.
Continuing to stare at him, she eventually shrugged. Then, she abruptly smiled at gave him a bear hug. "Then, if it's possible, love you even more! I'm a demon killer, after all, not a slayer of human people, even if they do have demonic power and claim to be soulless!" Her hug tightened. "And even if they do happen to be people who are complete and total nymphomaniacs! Oh, Miroku!"
Miroku actually stared up at her in pure surprise. For maybe the first time ever. "How... Did you manage to pull my pants off so fast?" Miroku asked then pulled her down into a kiss. "Tell me about yourself." Miroku said grinning at her. "If you want, I can hook up that mirror meanwhile..."
She laughed again, staring down at him. Sango would tell him her secret to the quick and effective removal to ones pants once she was a hundred and one percent sure that she had him wrapped around her little finger and he wouldn't practice it on some other girl. "No, leave the mirror for later. I'm not so perverted that I need to see that." Laying between his legs, her chin resting on his chest so she could stare at him, Sango swung her longs legs in the air. It was true, what she had said. Somehow knowing that about him made her love him even more. So Sango didn't mind at all when he asked her to tell her stuff about her. Even though, deep down, she didn't really want to. "Demons killed my family," she told him, putting it bluntly. "Now I hunt them. And, hopefully, one day I'll eventually find the person who did it. If not, if I die along the way, then at least I know I took a lot of them with me. What else do you want to know?"
Miroku creased his brows as he stared at her. Truth be told, that was not what he was expecting. Nor was he expecting her vehement stand fast devotion to the subject. Thinking this over, Miroku undid her bound hair, liking how it fell free over her shoulders. "I've met a lot of demons along the way. If you tell me more, I might be able to help." Miroku offered, wondering why he even cared to help? And then remembering, she wasn't just another one nightstand, but his wife. Miroku grinned at the memory of how drunk she was when they got married.
A frown momentarily crossed her face, as she guessed what he was thinking. Sango was just glad that she had a strong stomach. Her happiness reappeared when he began to toy with her hair. He had such nice, long fingers. . . . Pleasantly distracted, she pursed her lips. Recalling the face of the murderer of her family wasn't hard, annoying easily actually, but the temptation to dwell on the amazing reached of Miroku and his body were all too easy to drown in. (Here she absentmindedly wondered if they could rewrite the Sutra one day.) "Well, he looked a lot like Inuyasha, with the hair. But he was taller, and a bit more slender too. Older, and with stripes on his skin. And the attitude of a wet rat."
Miroku's brows shot up. He stayed silent though. If he told her... Sango would surely go after Sesshomaru and lose. Miroku knew this. It would take practically all the demons on the ship to take him down, he didn't want to watch Sango die. Miroku decided that for now, until he could figure out how to handle it. He would make her forget the painful memories. "I'll think about it. I might remember something." Miroku promised grasping her and beginning the tender route to blissful forgetfulness, starting with his hands trailing up her thighs and his mouth on her neck.
* * * *
Hours later.
The shadows and rays of light fighting for control over the room were battling it out between them, the same way the sun was fighting it off with the night, demanding control. However, none of that mattered in the room.
All that mattered right now were the two cuddled in a tight embrace on the bed in a tangle of sheets.
Kagome lay with her head on Inuyasha's arm, kissing his neck absently as she dwelled on the wonderful bright light feel in her. It was bliss. Sure, she was sore all over, worse in parts she couldn't mention in any company, but the soreness had a nice feel to it. It wasn't painful. Snuggling closer to Inuyasha, Kagome wrapped her leg and arm around him tighter. Moving her face out of the crook of his neck to look at him, Kagome smiled a tired but quite satisfied smile, her fingertips brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "That was wonderful." Kagome said for lack of words to describe just how it made her feel, or how her soul felt like it had grown beyond the compounds of her physical body. "I don't want it to be morning." Kagome whispered in denial to the sun, though some bit of her thankful for it. She wasn't sure she was up to any more of it. Tracing her thumb over his lashes, Kagome had to try again, for no reason she could understand and more then that, because there was a slight hope inside of her that maybe this time. His answer would be different. "Don't leave me." Kagome whispered, her eyes gazing into his.
Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertips softly, holding her hand gently. He turned to look at her, and his fatigue seemed to ease away as he did so. The pleased look on her face and the sadness in her eyes made his thoughts fight each other. He ran a thumb over her cheek, giving her a sweet kiss. Even just holding her like this was pleasant. Somehow, he felt that the sunrise had come into his bedroom, bringing with it hope and letting the subtle colors paint Kagome's face. He took a little breath. The words hurt too much to breath any deeper. "I have to," he painfully reminded her. "But I don't want to. And I'll never really leave you. I'll be right here." His hand brushed her heart before rubbing her bottom lip, and then tapping her forehead teasingly. "And here, and right here too. I promised that I'd protect you, and I'm going to keep my promise."
Kagome felt her eyes water up, but she smiled it away. Letting out a disappointed short laugh, Kagome sniffed and nodded. Cuddling close to him, Kagome placed her hand over his heart and felt a power inside of her begin to grow. But it was then that she realized, it wasn't power she was feeling but an emotion. "I'll never leave you either." Kagome swore to him. "I'll always be right there, beside you, for you, with you." Kagome told him her blush coloring her cheeks a bright rosy color. "I don't want any one else." Kagome said avoiding his eyes as she shyly gazed about. "I just want you. And... You should know, that that won't change. Ever." She told him, the words ringing true to the emotion she felt inside of her. Without noticing it, her hand was tracing over the bite mark she had left on him, it was hardly there, just a shadow by now, but still she found herself touching him there.
"Don't say that," he said, feeling sorrow well up inside him. He was all too aware of her fingers on his neck and every other single thing about Kagome: the way her lips moved when she talked, the feel of her hair, just everything. "You'll find someone else, and be happy with them, and I'll be happy for you simply because I know that you're loved and you have. another partner." But even as he told her that, he knew that it was the same for him. He could only care for Kagome, and nobody else. He sighed as he pulled her close. "Thank you."
Clinging to him, Kagome buried her face in his long white hair. Nuzzling through the hair to his throat, Kagome sighed. "Inuyasha," Kagome began, her hands now moving over his shoulders. She liked his shoulders, how broad and muscular they were. "I'm a Priestess, no one else would want me." Kagome explained but smiled despite it. "And I won't want anyone else." She promised him, her wounded wrist touching his wrist, where she had bit him the first time they met. When he attacked and broke into her house. Giggling at the irony of it, Kagome looked around, how things change... The smell and warmth of him flowed through her senses. For a while, she just allowed them to envelop her. 'If I didn't have to save those girls... I'd go with you anywhere.' Kagome thought, as though he could possibly hear her thoughts.