Her Fantasy Man

Original A/N: Don't own Inuyasha…sounds familiar huh? A comment from before had gotten me to get this out sooner than I had originally planned. Desire something with some sexual tension and teasing, well here it is! This is a total A/U for the most part. I'm sleepy again; I tend to upload things late as you can see. I'll proofread this tomorrow because I have much to do.

This was originally a title for another fan-fiction I wrote, however, I changed the name for the first one to "Forbidden Notations" because this title fits this story bests. "Three Days," is a bit late in posting the next chapter because I couldn't upload it last night for some odd reason. I went back a redid some editing based on a review I had gotten elsewhere and now I've added a sneak preview on the next chapter—which is about 40 completed. If you're a fan of My best friend please email me a suggestion for its continuation.

Summary: Who would've thought a slip of paper could cause such pleasurable results? Inuyasha is shocked and aroused to discover he's Kagome's wildest fantasy. So what does he do? Read and find out.

Ages (Eh, maybe you find it important. Some people do.)

Inuyasha: 22

Kagome: 21

Kikyo: 25

Sango: 21

Miroku: 23

Her Fantasy Man

"Describe your ultimate fantasy."

Kagome bit the tip of her pencil as a dozen of possibilities came to mind, each better than the last. Like most females she'd entertained each scenario at one time or another, but always privately. They were okay but this was different. This was your ultimate fantasy! This implied different, special, the best of the best.

Kagome looked up at the woman who was reading the latest instructions in the ten-question test to win a free day at the spa with complete essentials. Decked in lacey dress with matching garters and fishnet stocks, Kikyo was a walking advertisement for her new line of lingerie.

Kikyo had arrived just a half an hour ago and put on quite a show, featuring a collection of racy lingerie—probably give Miroku a nosebleed—scrumptious body lotions, oils and a few naughty 'toys' such as a father body massagers and a board game called 'Around the Bedroom in Eighty Ways.'

Kagome didn't just admire Kikyo because she had a fairly attractive body after giving birth to two kids but the fact that she sat at the edge of the bar top calling out intimate questions without so much as a hint of self-consciousness. She might as well be sitting in a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt calling out "B9's" down at the bingo hall.

Kagome glanced at her own clothing, a white shirt with a skirt that barely hit her knees. If her grandfather ever saw her with that on, Kagome didn't even what to think of the lectures she'd get. It was all right when it came to uniforms but he drew the line when it came to public outings. He was, after all, the owner of the shrine around here.

"All right ladies, I want you to describe the ultimate man to go along with that fantasy." Kikyo giggled at the excited hollering coming from the other women. "And don't forget the hottest description gets an extra door prize." She said in a sing-along tone.

A hush fell over the room as all the women waited for Kikyo to pull whatever it was out of her large box.

Kikyo held up a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs, dangling it before them and winked, "To keep that man right where to want him."

The women all giggled and others cheered in agreement.

Before Kagome knew what she was doing, she had begun writing. It didn't even seem like she was writing. It was as if her subconscious had somehow taken over for her and she was just the puppet.

The answer was a no brainier since she fantasized about this man for as long as she could remember. It didn't matter what scenario she setup in her head—from a seductive stripper to Tarzan himself—the man who was playing the lead always had the same silver hair, amber-colored eyes, the same smile that tended to say 'slide-off-those-panties-and-let-me-take-a-peek.

A bright red blush crept upon her cheeks. Even after all this time, just thinking about him always caused the same reaction. Heat. Lots and lots of heat.

"Tough part is over, ladies." Kikyo grinned, rubbing her hands together. She licked her lips. "And now for the juicy details." Her eyes were gleaming!

Kikyo went around asking for volunteers to share their fantasies, some were more than eager, others like Kagome were bashful until coaxed into spilling the beans.

Kagome sighed and tossed her crumbled up paper into the nearest trash can, which was behind her. She'd learned long ago not to wish for things that were out of your reach nor wasting your time daydreaming about it. She had her hands full with walking the straight and narrow path her family, well her grandfather, inflected upon her.

"I didn't hear any naughty answers from you." Sango said. She was dressed in a pair of jeans with the words "I Bite" in black on her red T-shirt. The game had ended and the women had either went to the snack area, were filling out forms for other goodies or left.

"Sango, 'Naughty' isn't in my vocabulary, remember?"

"Well it should be. Naughty makes the world go 'round, Kagome."

"You've been hanging around that pervert too long."

Sango blinked. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Then she smirked. "I'll have to punish him."

"Ack." Kagome blushed but seeing Sango's lecherous smirk, she paled. "Sango, no. Sango, don't you dare!"

Sango wiggled her eyebrows in a way similar to her boyfriend's. "I could use another pair of those handcuffs; I think he likes the whole bondage thing. Oh maybe a whip, oh yes, definitely a whip. Oh and some whip cream. I think I have some leftover. And some of those—"

"Sango!" Kagome nearly screamed. The young girl's face was brighter than the reddest of apples. She couldn't believe Sango was saying such things.

Sango smirked. "Just messing—but not about my new list."

Sango was her closest friend since junior high and the owner of this local bar. Unlike the other bars in Japan, this one had been around for ages and was the most successful. When her parents had deiced to retire early from this business to travel the world, Sango had taken up the so called 'family business.' Although she still plans to open her own dojo, following in her ancestors traditions, before she hit her thirties.

"Don't mind her; she just loves that blush of yours. All natural too, if only it can be marketed." Kikyo appeared beside Sango.

Kikyo on the other hand, she'd befriended in high school. Kikyo had been a somewhat popular girl in high school, some looked up to her and others hated her, mostly because of the 'I'm-better-than-you' aura she tended to carry. However, that all changed one spring morning. That aura had shattered. Kikyo had been crying in the girls' locker room about a nasty rumor her ex-boyfriend Naraku had spread. The entire world had believed the worst of Kikyo, Kagome included. That is until she saw the pain in the girl's eyes. As much as Kagome wanted to turn her back on the girl for her own reputation's sakes, she hadn't, despite old gramps disapproval.

After four years her grandfather had accepted it and chalked it up as charity on Kagome's part. But Kagome hadn't felt sorry for the girl that she befriended her, but because they shared a connection. They both knew how it was like to pretend to be something you weren't.

Kikyo also knew how to act innocent when around Kagome's grandfather. That was why the old man nearly had a heart attack when he learned of Kikyo's new career and the man she'd married! In other words, Kikyo was the owner of a flourishing lingerie shop and married to Naraku's brother, Onigumo.

"Say, if I wore these—" Kikyo gestured to a very skimpy outfit that said 'Conserve this!' "Would your gramps finally lay off, Kagome?"

"But you'll need one of these." Sango said, holding up a large bra. "Gotta give support to those babies."

"You're liable to send his blood pressure soaring and at his age that won't be a good thing." Kagome said.

"They do say having kids can make her breast size bigger—guess they were right." Kikyo said.

"Hum, can't say from experience but eh." Sango replied. "Go figure."

Kikyo noticed Kagome's large plastic bag by her foot. "What's that?"

"For Yuka. She's getting married and I got stuck with choosing the bachelorette gift. I voted Crock-Pot, but the other women picked slinky lingerie." Kagome pulled out a bag and dumped the items onto the table. "See? Look."

"They put you in charge of buying naughty nothings?" Kikyo asked, shocked. "No way!"

Sango winked. "Kind of like sending flat-as-a-pancake- Mary Moore to pick out a double D bra, don't cha think?"

"Thanks for your sympathy." Kagome rolled her eyes playfully. "You're a regular riot, San."

Kagome looked at the lingerie before her, touching the pink one then a red one. "To be honest, I like the red myself."

"Careful Higurashi or the whole city's going to find out beneath Miss. Perfect is a wild woman deep down waiting to paint the town red." The deep voice came from directly behind Kagome and sent a wash of familiar heat throughout her entire body.

Kagome froze and closed her eyes. Please gods no. Please!

She knew who it was. Kagome didn't even have to glance behind her to see the man himself. Man being the key word.

Gone was the shy boy she knew and in his place was a man wearing a black shirt that empathize a broad chest and heavily muscled biceps, an arrogant smile that had many women swoon and those eyes that made a woman's knees grow weak. His silver hair and those adorable puppy dog ears had been his trademark for as long as she could remember.

One thing that hadn't changed since he could flash that irresistible smile was his entire persona had screamed Hot Stud Alert! And now was no different. That was possibly why he and Miroku were best of friends. While Inuyasha had been Hot Stud Alert! Miroku was The Walking STD! Or so Sango had called him before they'd fallen in love, now he was just a pervert. If Miroku even so looked at another girl, other than Sango, in a lecherous way his punishment was anything but kinky.

Kagome had gathered up all her courage and drew in a deep breathe, determined to calm her pounding heart. She turned around this time to look at him with a glare, "For your information, this—" she showed him the pink lingerie, "—is for a friend of mine."

Inuyasha gave her a knowing wink. "That's what they all say, hot stuff."

Kagome glared at him so hard that both Sango and Kikyo wisely took two large steps back.

"What are you dong here? This is for ladies only unless you suddenly got a sex change that we all don't know about. And my name isn't 'hot stuff', ok?" Kagome retorted.

He gave her another wink. "Then I'm definitely at the right place, sweetheart."

Where Inuyasha was, women were sure to follow. Like leading the sheep to the slaughter, women who fell for him only got their hearts broken. It was his reputation since he could form whole sentences. He'd charmed Miss. Seiko, the man-hating widow into giving him two boxes of Ramen after offering the woman his cutest smile and a convincing pout. After that, everyone was on their guard, especially mothers when it came to their daughters and Ramen distributors.

"If you're going for the pink—" He reached around her and picked up the matching lace gloves, "—you might want to add these with it."

"I'm not going for the pink because it's not for me." She said stiffly and snatched the gloves away.

"So you are going for the red one? Good choice."

Kagome glared at him and chose not to respond. "I see you're still butting into other people's business."

"Just yours." He said, grinning.

"I-I don't need your advice, thank you very much."

"Really?" He leaned in closer, so close she could smell his cologne and feel the whisper of his warm breath at her temple. "Then, tell me, what do you need?"

You. Me. Naked.

The answers rushed though her head and sent a wash of heat throughout her. The thought she'd mortified her but it didn't, just embarrassed her.

"What I need is for y-you to move out of my way." Her voice sounded a bit shaky as she tried to get rid of those racy thoughts. Kagome cleared her throat. "I have lots of work to do."

"Keh," His arm brushed and electricity shot through her body, the same way it always had whenever he'd touched her. Inuyasha moved away but only enough to give her some breathing room.

"I'll see you," She made sure to point at Sango and Kikyo, "For lunch tomorrow if I don't cover in paint from head-to-toe."

"Sure thing." Sango and Kikyo replied.

"Still teaching, teach?" Inuyasha asked, arching an eyebrow at Kagome.

Kagome stood up. "I enjoy teaching." She turned to leave when his fingers closed around her arm.

"Don't forget these, hot stuff."

Kagome ignored the tingling where his skin met hers.

"Oh for the last time, it's not mine."

"Whatever you say, dear."

"It's not your 'dear'! And my name is Kagome. Ka-Go-Me, you ignorant fool." She didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Even Inuyasha—especially Inuyasha!

"You know, sweetheart, pink looks good on you." He said, holding it up as if imaging it on her.

R-really? Kagome blushed, and then she struggled to get back to the point at hand. "Why you, I told you—"

"But I like red myself. It really brings out the blush on your face. So sexy." He fingered the red thong panties, as if picturing she was wearing them and he was teasing her. He licked his lips and her eyes followed their movements "Oh yes. You really ought to try these on."

"You'd stop traffic, not that you don't already." He smirked. "Your old man would have a heart attack if he heard about it. Kami forbid if he ever saw you in these but me, I would enjoy the show. You'd definitely ruin that Miss. Innocent image you try so hard to maintain."

Kagome narrowed her eyes. "Are you naturally this obnoxious, or do you have to practice at it?"

"All natural, brown eyes." He shrugged. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me."

Sango and Kikyo who'd been sitting at the nearest table, both sharing a bag of chips, had been watching the volley between the two. They, along with Inuyasha, looked at Kagome expectedly. Kagome wanted so badly to say something that would wipe that damn arrogant smirk off his face but nothing came to mind.

"I'm leaving." She said suddenly.

Inuyasha—one

Kagome—zero

"Aww, so quickly?" He pretended to pout. "Well, I tried. Sweet dreams, lover." Inuyasha called after her, loving the huge blush she had on her face before she left.

L-Lover? Kagome thought and nearly tripped. Sango spat out her food and Kikyo, who'd been drinking her soda, nearly chocked.

Lesson learned. Don't try eating when Kagome and Inuyasha are present. Sango and Kikyo thought.

"Oh shut up!" Kagome shouted.

"I love you too." Inuyasha said. He was such a tease and a flirt, just like his friend Miroku.

Inuyasha's voice followed her, a deep, husky sound that stirred somewhere it wasn't suppose to but did. Kagome bit her lower lip as she stormed out of the bar. She promised herself she wouldn't let her guard down and become a slave for her lust especially when it came to Inuyasha. Never again, that is.

She'd fallen victim once before, a moment of weakness that nearly cost her everything—her pride, her self-respect, her reputation, and everything in between. It would, never ever happen again.

"Never say never." Sango winked, wagging her index finger.

Good Lord why did she have to remember that at a time like this!

Preview of the next chapter

Someone else did. Inuyasha learned at a young age that a two-dollar corsage wouldn't be good enough for a Higurashi's granddaughter, even if there had been a time when that girl hadn't been so different from him. She'd found a way out and left her past behind her, while Inuyasha had to make do with his. Hers was financials, his was blood. Still, he'd always feel connected to her. So much so he'd put his pride on the lien for her.

She'd worn the corsage her date had brought her, including the tiny golden things and a red ribbon that dangled from it. He hated the fact that she looked so pretty damn pretty smiling that his heart had actually flipped even if it was only for at her date. Realizing this it had sent a blot of anger through him. And so, he'd dumped punch on her. That one action had started the animosity that had continued throughout high school and kept them at each other's throats, right up until the night before they'd both depart for college.

Things had been different that night. She'd been different. And for a few sweet moments, he'd come close to living out his ultimate fantasy—Kagome Higurashi.

Naked…panting…Moaning and all his… all his if only for a night.

Skipping to another scene

Wait a second.

His thoughts skidded to a halt as his gaze fell upon the wrinkled paper he had written upon. The words my ultimate fantasy jumped out at him and stalled his lungs. Then again, it wasn't really the words, written in neat black ink with an efficient underline that stopped him cold for a long, breathless moment. It was the faint scent of jasmine belonging solely to the woman he had always enjoyed teasing. Before he could stop himself, he lifted the paper to his nose and took a deep breath. The aroma grew stronger, confirming the truth.

It was her paper.

Her words.

Her fantasy.

Her fantasy man.

Her fantasy man?

Next Time: Past Lust, Future Wants

A/N: Nose Bleed—if you're a DBZ fan you'll probably remember Master Roshi, should be Miroku's relative, got nosebleeds when he saw a naked woman or something along those lines.

My hands hurt so this isn't the best cliffhanger in the world. I like handcuffs, some of the funniest things can happen when you have handcuffs…oh man, Miroku you and I can't hang out anymore.

Miroku: Oh so I get blamed when you think dirty and I get hit for acting upon them. What do you people want from me?

Inuyashaxkagome: I can't say, you're already taken, lover boy. But here's my ultimate fantasy—

Miroku: (eyes widen) oh…oh my, now that is kinky…I never even thought…interesting…wait…is that even possibly?

Inuyashaxkagome: (winks) that's why it's a fantasy.

Miroku: I'll be King Pervert and you'll be my Queen. Now I must find a way to surpass this.

Inuyashaxkagome: …

Miroku: (grabs Sango to his chest) Come, Lady Sango, we mustn't leave our corridors until we are both limping with satisfaction.

Sango: But not from sexual attentions

Miroku: What a kidder.