Warning: Strong Lemon, Kagome X Sango
AN: I may be putting this fic on hiatus until I can catch up on some of my other writing and/or until I'm hit with inspiration to continue. I'll try not to be long. Your support means a lot.
For the next several days, Sango ignored the bewildered looks that Kagome levied her way. She had much to occupy her time, after all. She had weapons to sharpen, armor to shine, soiled clothing to wash, clean clothing to wash….
x x x x
The next evening…
The nights were still cool enough to warrant a small fire. Sango stared into the flames. She continued to feel awkward although several days had passed since the kiss. Her responses to any queries remained monosyllabic and she refused to even look at Kagome out of fear of the accusations, anger, or even revulsion she might see in her eyes. But tonight was different. Her eyes were drawn inexorably to the way the campfire cast flickering shadows across Kagome's dark hair.
Kagome glanced up and, before Sango could look away, Kagome's eyes locked with her own. Sango found a confusing mix of emotion there, but surprise, embarrassment, and curiosity were easily recognizable. Holy shit, Sango swore to herself as she felt her face reddening. She quickly broke away from her intense gaze and pretended to adjust her obi.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sango dared another peek Kagome's way. Kagome was still staring at her. Heat rushed through her entire body. Sango looked away. Soon after, she curled up against Kirara and feigned sleep until she finally drifted off.
x x x x
And on yet another long, cool evening…
Sango wished she'd listened more carefully when her mother had chided it was not polite to stare. If only she had listened, she wouldn't be trying unsuccessfully and tear her eyes away from the scene before her. Kagome was arching her back in a long, slow stretch which pulled her thin, cotton shirt tightly over her breasts. Also exposed was a delicious-looking clavicle from beneath her collar. Sango's mouth watered as she remembered just how her skin had tasted, not of honey, but of a salty-sweetness that was unmistakably female. Sango gave up the effort and allowed herself an ogle. Kagome was facing away from her, after all.
Kagome finished her stretch and slid languidly back into place by the fire. Sango's eyes followed her every move. She watched, mesmerized, as Kagome idly slid her fingertips beneath her collar and worked the top button free there. Sango's lips parted expectantly. Within seconds, it finally registered just how strangely Kagome's was behaving. What the hell, Sango's eyes flew to her face to find Kagome staring back at her. Caught again! Sango clamped her mouth shut and darted off into the darkness without an explanation.
Kagome stared off into the direction that Sango had disappeared.
"What was all that about," Kagome was startled by Inuyasha's gruff query.
"Huh," Kagome answered dumbly, taking a moment to process his question. "I don't know what you mean." Denial was the often best option.
"Come on. Sango has never this quiet, but the past few days she's hardly spoken at all." He leaned forward and the flames turned his eyes a sinister red-gold. "And anyway, Kagome, I've noticed she's been going out of her way to avoid you. What's the deal?"
Kagome gave him a sharp look. Inuyasha added, "weren't you two supposed to be good friends?"
"Yes, I agree," Miroku sat up on his elbow, eager to add his two cents. He must have been feigning sleep and had probably witnessed her little 'performance'. "Sango has been on edge. She hardly talks to me anymore."
The two males gave her questioning looks. Kagome tensed. She looked ready to flee.
"Uh, how should I know."
"You're her best friend, right?" Miroku parried. The question held a hint of something more than the innocent words implied.
Kagome's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them and she pulled her knees against her, wrapping her arms tightly around them.
"I don't think it's any of your business," she snapped. Miroku shrugged and laid back down. Inuyasha held her gaze stubbornly, "well, I'm going to say something to her next time…"
"No," Kagome interrupted, "you won't." Her eyes narrowed.
"Fine," Inuyasha backed down, his ears flattening slightly. Kagome's face softened. "I mean, I want to take care of it myself, okay," she added gently.
A few minutes later, Kagome squirmed her way into her sleeping bag. She lay there for a long while, staring up at the innumerable stars which shone in the nighttime sky. She looked neither tense nor annoyed, but seemed peaceful.
Later, when Sango returned, she paused to watch Kagome sleep for a few minutes before curling against Kirara on the other side of the campfire.
X x x x
After a few days had passed, Sango decided she'd had enough of skulking around. Kagome had ceased giving her questioning looks and Sango was beginning to feel confident enough to resume conversation once again.
She was wondering just how she should break the ice when a shove from behind almost caused her to lose her footing. "Omph," she grunted as attempted to right herself.
"Oh sorry," Kagome cried shrilly, also recovering from where she had stumbled forward into Sango's back. Her backpack slipped from her fingers before she could steady herself.
Kagome scanned the ground her pack, whirling around in obvious distress.
"Here, I have it for you here," Kagome looked up to find Sango holding her backpack towards her. A shy smile graced her features. Kagome reached forward, but Sango pulled the pack just out of reach. "Not so fast," she said, "don't I even get a 'thank you' for my trouble."
"Thank you, Sango," Kagome replied with a short laugh, but avoided her eyes. Their fingers brushed as she retrieved the pack.
Sango giggled nervously, but flashed Kagome a confident smile before she turned away. She realized she was being flirty but couldn't bring herself to care. It was a gorgeous day and she was tired of feeling uncomfortable.
Kagome stood there silently and watched her walk away. She placed the back of her hand against her forehead and narrowed her eyes, frustration and consternation warring for dominance on her delicate features. Her eyes seemed to bore into Sango's back until she rounded a bend in the trail and disappeared. Kagome placed a finger to her lips and her other hand against the curve of her hips. "Sango," she whispered aloud to herself, "what is it you want from me?"
A smile tugged at her lips and her eyes seemed to gleam with mischief. "And anyway, two can play at that game," she muttered under her breath. Kagome shouldered her backpack and whistled as she proceeded down the forest trail.
Sango failed to notice any of this, of course. She hurried to catch up with Miroku and Inuyasha. As the day progressed, she was certain they seemed to be falling into their normal routine, although Sango still went to great lengths to avoid being alone with Kagome. She finally had things under control.
Had Sango glanced behind and seen the look in Kagome's eyes, she might have realized that her feelings of security and control would not be long-lived.
X x x x
It started with a few 'accidental' brushes against Sango's side and several unusually intense looks. Next, Sango noticed that Kagome would sit much too close to her on the occasions that they stopped for lunch. She was close enough to where her knee would lean slightly against the bare skin of her calf, causing a little perspiration to pool there. Several times Kagome's elbow gently contacted her arm, and another instance Kagome's palm brushed her thigh as she reached for her bowl of soup. These were casual, innocent touches. But Sango was hyper-aware of each time Kagome made contact. Lunch began a titillating affair and Sango was left anxious and distracted. Still, the few times when Inuyasha pushed on and refused to stop for lunch, she found herself becoming even more anxious.
It also sometimes happened that when the group took rest, Kagome would come to stand silently next to her. She was so close that Sango could smell the scented shampoo she used to clean her hair. Once she'd leaned against her and wrapped an arm around her waist, stating that she was tired from walking. Sango's breath caught in her throat and her mouth went dry. Sometimes Kagome would lean forward slightly and whisper some joke or off-hand comment. Sango paid little attention to the words, so enraptured was she by the feeling of warm breath tickling her ear and neck. Other times, Kagome would capture her hand and give it a short, soft squeeze. All of these attentions were innocent enough to be overlooked by the others, but to Sango took it all in like water to a sponge.
This went on for over a week before Sango began to suspect that Kagome was doing this on purpose. Then began the nightly ritual of what Sango came to the think of as the 'blush and stare game'. Sango would catch Kagome staring at her over the campfire. Kagome would immediately blush and lower her eyes. But each time Sango looked away, she would feel her eyes on her again. Sango would peek around to confirm her suspicious and then it was Sango's turn to blush shyly as she met Kagome's laughing eyes.
She seems to be playing some sort of game with me, but why? Sango was not about to ask Kagome. To do so would be an admission that something was, indeed, going on between the two of them, something private…intimate even. And if that something turned out merely to be an illusion, it was an illusion Sango was unwilling to shatter.
But Sango was coming undone, little by little. Her physical reactions were increasing with each encounter. She found herself aroused simply by sitting near to Kagome as they ate lunch. Several times, she looked up to find Inuyasha staring quizzically at the two of them and Sango wondered if he could smell her body's reaction. She was mortified at first, but as the days moved forward even this feeling was lost under the steady mounting of sexual tension. Each day that passed, Sango became a little more confident that Kagome was expressing an interest in her. She even grew brave enough to offer her shoulder for Kagome to lean on while they rested in the evenings. "You look tired," she would state simply. Kagome was always quick to take advantage. She fell a sleep several times leaning into her arm. Sango never fell asleep, however, but instead she reveled in the sweet torture of having Kagome lying close against her side, the vague prickling of desire taking her imagination places her hands could not.
Sango was also becoming, once again, dependent on the Kagome's companionship, although this time is was based more on casual contact and touch, rather than idle chatter or banter.
X x x x
Inuyasha was grumbling, frustrated that it had been over two weeks since they'd come into not contact with any shard-bearing youkai and had not had even a whiff or hint of Naraku's presence. Even Miroku seemed a little on edge, although Shippou and Kirara were content to enjoy the uneventful space of time.
"Kagome, can't you feel anything out there?" Inuyasha came to stand in front of the young woman with hands on hips. He glowered down at her. She glowered back.
"What, you think I'm not trying," she cried, her voice rising with indignation. Inuyasha gave her a questioning look and Kagome winced and shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I will try harder to concentrate, okay…but maybe if we were traveling in the right direction it would help."
Sango watched the two of them. Before she realized it she had taken a few, protective steps toward Kagome.
"Hn," Inuyasha snorted. "I guess you're right." He reached forward and snatched up her backpack, offering his hand, "come on then, let's get moving, in the right direction." He flashed her a crooked smile, revealing a fang.
Sango watched as the two of them walked slowly ahead side by side. She brought her hand up to massage her temple, her head ached terribly.
"Merrrrow," Kirara purred and looked questioningly up at her. "I'm okay, Kirara. It's just when you are sure things are finally going your way," she glared at the back of Inuyasha's head, "something always happens to screw thing up."
x x x x
When, for a few days, Kagome seemed to back off, Sango became almost distraught.
Her will sagged under the weight of her desire for Kagome's attention. Sango decided she had no choice but to approach her.
"Kagome," she queried, "why are you having lunch over there? Come, sit beside me." She patted the grassy spot next to her. Kagome shrugged her shoulders and continued eating. Sango grew increasingly uncomfortable and considered moving to sit by her.
"I miss your company," Sango added with soft, pleading eyes.
Miroku stopped eating and gave Sango a curious look. "I'll be more than happy to keep you company, Sango."
Kagome flashed both of them a smile, or rather a self-satisfied smirk. She hopped up and made her way over to sit beside Sango. She placed a hand on Sango's shoulder to use as leverage as she lowered herself to the ground. Kagome did not remove her hand immediately, but she ever so slowly let it slide down her arm and over her forearm. Heat spread throughout Sango's body and her breathing quickened. Out of the corner of her eye, Sango could see Kagome watching her as if to gauge her reaction.
Kami, what the hell is going on?
Miroku cleared his throat and chuckled, making Sango wonder if he knew something she did not.
All she was sure of was that she was slowly losing her will to fight her growing attraction and attachment to Kagome. She was unable to look away as Kagome twisted her hair around her fingers or made a great show of flicking a stray strands over her shoulder. She felt sure that she was gaping like a trout, her mouth and eyes wide as she stood watching, transfixed.
If her desire had been an annoyance before, it was somewhere in between sweet torture and an obsession now. It was getting to the point where even the slightest of 'accidental' brushes laced her blood with desire. She had never considered herself a highly sexual person, but now she could almost identify with Miroku. Entertaining fantasies about Kagome became a sweet sort of addiction. She was coming undone. She was drowning and alternated between praying Kagome would not notice and praying that she would notice.
x x x x
It was later that day that Kagome offered Sango a brush and asked to her to please braid her long hair up so that it wouldn't get wet. "I don't want wet hair tonight, it's turning chilly."
Sango raised an eyebrow at the unusual request. She glanced around her. It was nearing the end of the day and the insects were already droning their hypnotic mantra. The towering trees of the late-afternoon forest cast long shadows across the swiftly flowing water of the stream. They were completely alone. The two young women had made their way into the forest to rinse off in the clean, cold water away from leering eyes. Shippou had declined to bathe in the chill water of the stream in lieu of the prospect of a few hours of daylight to use the crayons Kagome had given him.
Sango knelt down behind Kagome and lifted the heavy weight of her dark hair with both hands. She spread her fingers wide and allowed the strands to slide through her fingers. "Your hair is so soft, Kagome."
Kagome leaned her head back, "is it?"
Sango pulled the brush carefully through the length of her hair, marveling at the way the fading light cast blue-black highlights there. She lifted the brush to her scalp and gently pulled it down. Kagome sighed appreciatively. Sango watched her through half-closed eyes, and scooted a little closer than was necessary. When she discarded the comb to begin working the braid into her hair, she allowed her fingers to gently caress the skin on the back of her neck. Kagome made no protest. Sango closed her eyes and chewed her lip. Touching Kagome in any way turned into a highly sensual experience for her. If Kagome's silent acquiesce to her light touches was all she could ever hope for, she could live with that. As she ran her fingers through the silken tresses, all she knew was the sheer pleasure of the cool, soft strands tickling her fingers. But how far is too far, Sango wondered as she was tempted to touch the exposed skin of her neckline. She imagined running fingertips over that spot, but raked her nails across Kagome's scalp instead.
Kagome dropped her head and moaned softly. "Mmm, That feels so nice Sango," she purred.
Sango's fingers paused and Kagome's hair fell against her back with a slight rustle. Her cheeks felt hot. Her fingers twitched. Ever so slowly, she slipped her hands around Kagome's waist and locked them there. Kagome was silent. Her back stiffened but she made no move to push her way.
Sango took a couple of deep breaths and pulled Kagome against her, spreading her knees so that her back fit snugly against her. Kagome relaxed into her and leaned her head back until it rested against her shoulder. Her unbound hair fell across her shoulder and forearm, feeling cool as it slipped over her skin. Kagome shifted her hips into a more comfortable position and desire pooled between Sango's legs at accidental intimate contact.
The two sat silently in this position for some time. Kagome shifted against her again, "Sango, isn't it time we returned to camp. They might be worried."
"Kagome, I…" The strain was evident in her voice. "..I need to know. How do you feel about me? " The question did not sound quite right to Sango's ears. "Why have you been..." she tried to gather her scattered thoughts, "doing…or acting the way you have been around me lately."
Kagome moved her head back and forth against Sango's shoulder. "I don't know what you're talking about," she answered innocently.
"You know what I mean," Emboldened by Kagome's tolerant response, Sango leaned down and whispered softly into her ear, "I think you know exactly what you've been doing to me." She hoped her boldness would not backfire, but something seemed to snap into place. Something seemed so right about the way Kagome felt in her arms. She was tired of ignoring that. She couldn't ignore that anymore.
Sango's hand made its way down to Kagome's side, pausing when her fingers met the exposed skin of her stomach where her shirt had come un-tucked. She brushed her fingertips over the skin there, before she slipped her hand beneath the cloth of her shirt. "Are you certain of that, Kagome," she whispered.
"I really have no idea what you mean Sango." Kagome insisted again, but her voice sounded uneven and cracked. She made no protest as Sango's hand moved across her stomach and brushed against the underside of her bra. She took a long breath, deciding it was now or never. Kagome hissed through her teeth as Sango's hand slipped under her bra and found the taunt nipple there. Her free hand gripped Kagome's thigh to steady herself. She was vaguely aware that she was breathing faster than was normal. Her body seemed to have a will of its own and now both hands began to roam over Kagome's body. Each silken touch of her skin beneath her hands was sending shockwaves of pleasure down Sango's middle and into her loins. Her rational mind was reeling from the shock of the liberties she had just taken with Kagome's person, but irrational part of Sango currently in control cared little.
She tugged her shirt and bra up for better access to her bare breasts and couldn't resist running her fingertips slowly over the pale skin exposed just above her waistband. Her touch left a trail of goose bumps in its wake and Kagome moaned softly. Sango stopped moving. It was too much. Desire and pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to press herself against Kagome, she wanted lean down and take her breasts into her mouth and tease the nipples with her tongue. She wanted to turn her around and capture her mouth in a searing kiss. She wanted to feel her naked body pressed against her own. She wanted to do all those things she had imagined doing as she'd lain in bed alone so many nights. All these thoughts came in a rush. She hungered and it was almost unbearable to be caught at the edge of desire, not certain what she could or should do next.
Kagome leaned forward slightly and it jolted Sango back into the moment. Sango quickly closed the space between them, "you aren't getting away so easily this time," she teased, hoping it was true. She dragged the fingers of her free hand up her thigh, moving them beneath her short skirt and towards the intimate space between her legs. As she pressed her hand between Kagome's legs, she heard her gasp loudly. She marveled at the heat radiating from beneath the thin, lacy material. Her other hand moved down from Kagome's chest to pull at the cloth of Kagome's short skirt until it contacted the bare flesh of her inner thigh. "Wait, Sango," Kagome breathed, pulled her legs together and leaned forward again.
"Please," Sango pleaded softly, "let me touch you."
At her query, Kagome relaxed her back and legs, letting her knees fall to the side until they were braced against Sango's own. Sango lost no time in brushing her fingers lightly across the lacy underwear which covered her.
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Breathing heavily, Sango lay across her, her energy spent, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against her own.
She wanted this moment to last for eternity. "I love you," she whispered.
Kagome made no answer, but Sango failed to notice this. She was too busy nuzzling her neck and reveling in the sweet, salty taste of her. Kagome took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her. "I wish we didn't have to go back," she murmured.
Sango laughed softly, "but I think we'll definitely be doing this again."
"Oh will we?" Kagome gazed up at her with amusement lighting her eyes. Sango kissed her then, flicking her tongue over her sealed lips into she relented and parted them.
"Yes," she told her once she pulled back, "I think we will."
AN: Hope you likey. For those reading this for the lemon(s), no oral yet, but you must have something to look forward to. If anyone thinks this lemon is too 'hard' for fanfiction . net please leave me a review or send a note. I've always been baffled by their guidelines. I wouldn't want to get banned for that before I have a chance to complete the story. If it is too explicit, I could post the full lemons on Media miner or Adult fanfiction (if they ever get going again).
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