"Oh fuck that feels so good..."

She nearly jolted forward with the force, his hands grabbed into her hair, tipping her face upward, he leaned over her, hot skin pressing into an even hotter back. His lips found her neck and began to suckle and she swore—she swore—this is what heaven was like. This is exactly what heaven was like.

She could barely speak, he let go of her hair, her face finding its way onto the mattress, burying deeper and deeper into it as he thrust harder and harder, and then he slowed down.

A painfully slow, almost teasing pace. She whimpered, pushing her ass closer to him. She felt his hand latch onto it, fingers digging into the soft, supple skin, massaging into the flesh.

She let out a moan that had him coming undone in the most mischievous, devilish, delicious fucking laugh she'd ever heard. Her arms stretched forward, gripping onto the sheets as her hips moved back against him, feeling him sink into her again.

"I know, baby…" He purred, slowly gaining speed again."Good girl."

"Don't stop, p-please." She felt a hard slap on her asscheek and she almost moaned at the feeling. A large hand traveled up and down her back, feeling the muscles and gently tugging on the ends of her hair, before they went back to her hips, thumbs resting in the dimples on the small of her back. He pulled her back against him.

He slowed down again. She moaned. "Harder." She demanded, he leaned forward, his palm resting on the wall, hair falling over the sides of her face. There was a small trail of saliva as she lifted her face from the bed. Her hair was a complete mess, falling over her shoulders and into her eyes. Small sections of it stuck to her shoulders, forehead, and back from the sweat on her skin.

"What was that?"

"Harder."

"Louder." He ordered, and the growl in his voice as he did so almost had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. They were struggling to stay open as is.

"Harder."

"Loud-er."

"HARDER!"

There was a jolt, and she gasped.

"Kagome." She heard a voice, her eyes fluttering open, head whipping to the side. There was a figure in her doorway and she sat straight up in bed, gulping hard trying to will away the heat that was on her cheeks, wiping the sweat that was on her brow. "You aren't ready yet?"

"Ready?" Kagome asked, and then gasped, grabbing for her phone. "Oh, shit—the gym video!"

"Damn it Kagome!" Miroku shouted, looking down at his phone. "It's 4:30! He's gonna be pissed, hurry up!"

The fear that shot through her was enough to fight down the heavy blush that she woke up with and she scrambled to her feet, grabbing her towel and pushing past him, locking herself into the bathroom. "How did you even get in here!?" Kagome asked, shouting through the door. She turned on the water and set it to the coldest possible setting, feeling slightly disgusted with herself.

Okay no, she was feeling extremely disgusted with herself because she had never in her life had that happen to her. She'd never had a dream as...explicit and colorful as that one was. She jumped into the shower, ignoring the cold water as it splashed onto her body, and definitely not listening to Miroku as he told her how he got into her apartment from outside the bathroom. She truly didn't care at the moment.

After quickly washing up and brushing her teeth, she jumped out, grabbed her clothes, wrapped her towel around her, and came face to face with Miroku standing in the tiny hallway. "Move, I have to get dressed." She muttered, "who is this video for again?"

"ESPN."

"And...I'm in it...because?"

"It's just a fun little video to see you follow his workout routine."

Fuck.

She glanced at him before walking into her room and slamming the door shut.

"There's no way I'm gonna be able to!" She yelled, throwing a tight, long sleeve crop top over her sports bra.

"Yes, you will! He'll go easy on you."

"This is Inuyasha, Miroku. He never goes easy on anything." Kagome grumbled, jumping and pulling her leggings over her legs. She slipped into a pair of running shoes as quickly as she possibly could, grabbed her phone and keys, and then swung open her door, tying her hair up into a high ponytail. "Ready."

"Wow, thirty minutes tops—that's faster than Sango."

"Heard that," Sango said from the couch. So that's how he got in here, okay.

She moved like she was on autopilot, following Miroku through the narrow hallway, she walked over to her fridge and took out her water bottle, the coldness from the metal jolting her back into the present.

"You aren't going to eat anything?" Sango asked as Kagome turned to leave. Kagome looked up at her and blinked.

"What?"

"Eat, Kagome. You aren't gonna eat anything? Not even a protein bar or something?" Sango asked, and again Kagome looked at her with the dumbest expression she'd probably ever seen.

Kagome was there physically, but her mind was in another place. Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the sound of his laugh in her dream. The way his breath tickled her shoulder and his hands traveled her body like he was familiar with it.

Like he'd been exploring it for years.

"Yeah...I'll um, have one," Kagome said, motioning to Miroku—who was waiting rather impatiently at the door—to wait for just a second more. She crossed back into the kitchen, taking two protein bars from the cabinet, and then she was out the door with Miroku, throwing a 'bye' over her shoulder to Sango.

She could barely listen to his instructions, her muscles tensed at the feel of his hands on her hips, brushing against her back, the way his hand closed over hers at the squat rack. "You want to make sure you've got a good grip."

"Like this." He said, and his voice was too similar to the voice he'd used with her in her dream, it made her breath hitch in her throat. He leaned forward, and she could see his furrowed eyebrows in the mirror in front of them. "Your heart is beating faster than normal," Inuyasha said, eyes moving from the mirror to her face. "You okay? Do you need a break?"

Kagome shook her head, trying her hardest to keep the images that her brain had conjured up out of her damn head but she couldn't. Every time she blinked it was some new image.

A kiss.

His head between her legs, giving her a smug smile as her legs shook, licking at his lips before he left trails of love bites on the inside of her thighs, working at the already sensitive skin.

She spent the better part of the workout trying to figure out why the fuck her brain came up with that of all dreams to have, and more importantly why the fuck was it him?

Why couldn't it be Jason Momoa or something? Someone—anyone but him! Kagome spent enough time with him, she didn't need to see him in her dreams as well. Suddenly she found herself annoyed because how dare he disrupt her sleep? How dare he invade her mind and make her dream of him.

"Good." His voice broke her out of her thoughts as they both squatted. Inuyasha was standing closely behind her, his hands ready to catch the barbell if she dropped it. "Two more…" it dragged, almost as if he was talking quietly to himself. She felt his eyes wander, trailing down her back, stopping at her ass for the briefest of moments before going back up to the middle of her back.

She finished, taking a few steps forward and lowering the bar onto the squat rack. She turned around and dipped under it, standing in front of Inuyasha. "So?"

"Well for someone who hasn't squatted in a while, the form is pretty good." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. Kagome's eyes briefly flickered down, before she looked up at him with a smile.

"That's what I thought." She said, poking into his side. And as he turned to explain what they would be doing next to the camera, she found her mind tip-toeing its way back toward the dream that was now forever engraved in her mind.

This isn't helping, either. Kagome thought, referring to the fact that the morning's activities required her to be near him and it required him to physically touch her at times.

The workout was over about two hours later and Kagome found herself in a starfish position on the floor, panting hard, groaning as her face bunched up.

She didn't understand how he could do this—how many times a week? Two? Three?

It was too much.

He was too much.

Her mind wandered to when they started stretching, the way his eyes widened just slightly at the way her hips rolled forward, forcing her legs to shoot further out, until they were on either side of her, her stomach and arms moved forward, touching the ground. She made eye contact with him then, raising her eyebrows at the half-demon, daring him to say something. But he didn't. Instead, he shut his mouth, which was hanging a little ajar, and cleared his throat, looking away from her.

Kagome was grateful for that, she wasn't sure what might have happened to her if he had just continued staring.

She heard Miroku's voice for the first time in a few hours and she cracked an eye open, noticing that he had begun talking to the film crew. The bright gym light was replaced with a shadow and a hand shoved a metal water bottle in her face.

"Here," Inuyasha said, glaring down at her, "drink some fucking water. You're laying there gaping like some damn fish."

And just like that, all of the thoughts that had been etched into her brain that morning were erased. Kagome reached up, taking the bottle as she sat. "Thanks." She muttered, opening the bottle and taking a sip of the cold water. Inuyasha sat down beside her, gulping down the gallon of water he had. "How'd I do overall?"

"Better than expected," Inuyasha responded, shrugging. "I mean I wasn't expecting you to keep up, but you held your own." He added.

"I don't understand how you do this." Kagome muttered, "And we didn't even do any combat stuff."

"Nope."

"Wild." She shook her head, "I would literally fucking die if I had your job." She laughed a little bit, and his ear twitched in her direction. "No way in hell I would be able to work out this much."

"Eh," He paused momentarily, "You get used to it."

"Not me, I'll tell you that right now." Kagome responded with a laugh. He gave her a weak smile. "You okay?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at him. Her eyes glanced for a few seconds in Miroku's direction. He was still speaking with the film crew, they were showing him the footage. "You seem a bit off. Tired?"

"My legs fucking hurt," Inuyasha confessed, a hand massaging into his thigh, and Kagome had never noticed just how massive his thighs were. "I got a fucking spasm like halfway through my second set of squats and had to keep going...shit was annoying."

She wanted to sit on them.

She looked away.

"Ouch," Kagome responded, and then it fell silent, both of them watching Miroku do his job. She heard Inuyasha suck in a breath as if to speak. But his voice never came. "What is it?" She asked, looking over at him.

"Yo, are you good?" He asked her, looking back at her. "You acted weird the whole time."

"How did I act weird?" Kagome asked, but her eyes shifted, avoiding his own. She pretended to fiddle with the cap of her water bottle. "I don't think I was acting weird."

"Your heart rate was all over the place."

"I was exercising."

"You…" He was going to say something but decided not to. "You're right. Nevermind."

That was close, too close.

Her hands shook as she barged into her apartment, all but throwing her water bottle onto the small round dining table near the kitchen. Her keys were tossed, who knows where, and Kagome marched toward the couch throwing herself down on it, burying her face into a decorative pillow. She bit down on it and screamed. Sango emerged from her room at the sound, scratching at her head, squinting against the morning light. "You're back?" Her voice croaked, although she was quickly woken up by the sound that came from her friend.

"Kagome," Sango asked, reaching forward, her hand resting on the back of Kagome's leg. "Are you alright?"

"No," Kagome said dejectedly, causing Sango to sigh.

"What did he do now?" Sango asked, rolling her eyes as she picked up Kagome's legs and sat down on the couch, laying Kagome's legs over her lap. Sango was fully aware that she was heavily supportive of this arrangement with Inuyasha in the beginning—but that was before she knew how much of an ass he was, and how much trouble he was always causing. So hearing Kagome come home frustrated and screaming into a pillow? Yeah, that wasn't a rare occurrence anymore.

Kagome sighed heavily, and then turned around so she was laying on her back, her hands resting on her stomach. "It's more like what he didn't do...but that he did do." She muttered, looking away. Sango rolled her eyes.

"You're making no fucking sense right now. It's too early in the morning for me to think." She responded, rubbing at her temple. "What happened?"

"If I tell you you can't fucking tell everyone," Kagome said through grit teeth, pointing a finger at Sango. Sango rolled her eyes. "I'm serious!"

"Who the fuck would I tell, Kagome?" Sango retorted, giving her a knowing look. Kagome gave her the same look. "...I won't tell Miroku."

"It's about Inuyasha," Kagome explained.

"I knew that," Sango said, giving Kagome a look like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kagome took a deep breath and then mumbled. "I had a sex dream about him…"

"What?" Sango asked, not really hearing what she'd said.

"I said I had a sex dream about him…." Kagome repeated, but she covered her mouth with her shirt, pulling it up over her nose, trying to hide the blush that came over her face.

"Bitch." Sango said firmly, "it's too fucking early for games—"

"I had a sex dream about him, Sango! There!" Kagome blurted out, covering her face with her hands afterward. Sango's head recoiled, whipping back as if she wasn't expecting those words to come out of her mouth because she wasn't.

"You what?" She asked, after a few seconds of long silence. She tried to bite into her cheek to keep herself from giggling but she couldn't, she really couldn't. The giggles came out of her throat like bubbles. "Oh, my god dude, no way—"

"YES, FUCKING WAY SANGO!" Kagome shouted eyes turned up to the ceiling. "And then I had to go workout with him after having that...that...that...that—" she stuttered, hands flailing about in the air.

"Thought?"

"YES! GOD! THANK YOU!" Kagome exclaimed, "and that thought was just there the whole fucking time and he kept touching me and showing me things to do and I just...could not control myself, I was so flustered it was embarrassing, Sango. It really fucking was."

"You think he knew?"

"Do I think he—" Kagome sputtered, dragging her hands down her face again. "He told me my heart rate was everywhere."

"So?" Sango shrugged, "you were exercising."

"Yes! Thank you! That's exactly what I told him." She responded, wagging a finger at her friend. "It's just...the whole situation….not ideal and not fun at all."

"Well, it's over now." Sango said reassuredly, her hand rubbing Kagome's leg. "Just...try not to think about it too much." She said, snorting, trying to keep in her laugh. "I'm sorry it's just...this is so elementary."

Kagome glared at her. "I hate you."

This was embarrassing. This was royally embarrassing. He had no business being in her dreams. None, at all. Could she press charges for invasion of privacy? How dare he?

How. Dare. He?

Horrible, that's what he was. Absolutely fucking devilish, disgusting, truly repulsive.

Seriously out of all fucking people—out of all people!

Him?!

Her brain chose him?!

"I'm going back to bed," Kagome announced, swinging her legs off of Sango's lap and getting up. She shuffled toward her bedroom. Sango giggled as she walked by. "See you later."

"Sweet dreams," Sango called after her, earning a glare from her friend. She continued, "I hope you have the best dream of your life."