Chapter 3

Third session.

The shower was always a good place to unload the frustration of unsatisfied desires, or so InuYasha considered them at least. Two days passed without him alleviating his emotions with anyone, and although he admitted that having such thoughts made him selfish, he also knew that it was better to be what one is, without veils or major intricacies. While he caressed himself, in his mind played her image, the woman from the therapy sessions. He had a hard time saying her name, that was something he also had to admit, even though it wandered his mind many hours a day.

He could recreate the form of her waist under the clothes she wore the last time they saw each other, and could imagine the curve of her hips, even practically feel the touch of her gluteus while he made way to sink his tongue between them.

He let out all the air he was holding in one wild breath, a clear sign of the heat his body kept despite the half-cold water with which he had adjusted the shower. One hand surrounded his sex, but no matter how hard he rubbed it he wasn't able to feel nothing near the satisfaction he sought. Yes, there were sensations; yes, there was stimulus, but nothing compared to what she, Kagome, could wake in him by just seeing her. He tried, recreating her figure in his mind when he followed her for a few minutes, after waiting for her amongst the shadows of the street at the centre's exit. He just wanted to admire her some more and delight himself in the calm and defined way she walked.

It was strange how the mind recorded the body's movement of someone it felt attracted to.

He halted his advance when she seemed to feel someone following her. He didn't want her to think he was harassing her; his addiction didn't reach such a height at least.

He let go of his sex. He felt defeated.

He realized he wouldn't be allowed even the miserable satisfaction one could achieve alone in the shower. Allowing the water to wet his face and hair, he let it freely go through his naked body while he rubbed himself with the lavender scented soap. That scent would relax him slightly at least.

Kagome felt herself ill at ease, and every few seconds she'd turn around to glance at the door which had been closed no more than five minutes ago, the same amount of time Kibou, the therapist, had been talking, starting today's session.

Today we'll take our time to listen to the two testimonies we have left, so there is no longer escape.

She denied the chance of it being because him, the patient of golden eyes, hadn't arrived. If she thought about it, the most probable answer was that her anxiety was generated by the poor chosen words she had received about her choice of clothes, which didn't differ too much from what she saw on other women in the streets: thigh-high tights in a short dress. And it was precisely because of the lack of luster of her clothes, that she had a hard time understanding why an unknown man felt he had the liberty to touch her thigh, with a rising full hand, when she crossed the street. The man, who came in the opposite direction, had added a hiss to his act which wouldn't leave her memory. She had been left perplexed, and that perplexity had made her fury to flare up, more than anything because she hadn't been able to answer to man and remember all of his family, alive and dead.

She looked once again towards the door, then took a deep breath and decided she'd stop interesting herself in the man who had not come. He had declared himself addict to sex, after all, and was surely among those who would touch a woman with their hands full while in the middle of the street. Any of these days she was going to start doing the same, what was stopping her?

She would start touching pricks through the middle of Shibuya, so that in the middle of the crowd, men couldn't identify her, and in that way she'd let out the anger she had gone through today. She would use her full hand, from her palm to her fingers, and grab them so hard their pain would reach their tonsils, and she was sure she'd feel pleasure from it.

In that moment, the dark-blue pants he wore during the last session crossed her mind. She couldn't strip from her mind the way in which he looked at her after that confession he had made to the whole group. Kagome knew it was egocentric of her to think like this, but she couldn't help feeling the intimacy in the words that flowed from him, as if he was telling his situation only to her in the solitude of that room.

She glanced at the door, and sighed again. She had to rid herself of that obsession, whose name she wasn't willing to invoke. He would probably not come anymore, as after giving testimony there was always some who deserted right after, and it seemed that in that group there was already one.

"I'm sorry" She heard behind her, and shook away a shiver which ran dawn her entire spine. She felt deeply perturbed, and didn't know if it was due to recognizing him, or to the fact she did so through the sound of his voice.

Crap.

The shower had delayed him, and InuYasha had nothing to add to the matter.

On the way to the third therapy session with this new group, he considered the possibility to save himself the embarrassment from apologizing for arriving late and wait to see her come out at the end of it; however, his obsession pushed him to pass every single minute observing her. As he hurriedly walked, he though in the possibility of approaching her today and ask her out for a drink, but of course, how do you ask a woman to do something together, when you've pretty much confessed to her directly you are a sex addict?

He was well aware that his seductive skills were quite well developed, as very few times he had gone home with a no when he decided to approach someone. Maybe, and after all, arriving late could serve him to not pass unperceived.

He took his shoes off at the entrance and tried to identify the feminine shoes which were prey to his interest, guessing they'd be the black ones, with a medium heel and grey border around their form; once again, he placed his shoes as closely as he could. He knew quite clearly it was an absurd act of ownership, but he felt at ease after doing it, as if it could shorten the distance between them.

He apologized when he entered the room, and sought her with a glance even before looking for a seat. He received the usual courtesy of a society too tied to the norms to break them, despite being in a place like this, treating the disfunctions that very same society helped to germinate in all of them. He dropped his gaze before the lash of criticizing which was happening in his mind, as if he was a being who moved through different paths from the ones his body and emotions followed. Sometimes, he achieved a certain coherence between them and he could be said to be happy.

Maybe that's what he felt the first time he saw her: coherence.

He directed a hidden glance towards the place she occupied, and in just that one glance he captured all the possible details from her attitude and clothing: she had her hair tied in a half ponytail which highlighted the ribbons that formed at the end of her strands, and her short dress was delicately garnished by a couple of long tights which covered a great part of her thighs. It wasn't the first time he saw a woman wearing such clothes, but there was definitely something in her that possessed him, and it clearly wasn't what she wore or her appearance, it was something he had yet to uncover.

"Well, who, of the ones left, will be the first to share their situation?" The therapist asked.

InuYasha saw her rise her hand.

She volunteered, almost like a reflex action which would help her break that unease she was feeling since him, InuYasha, had entered the room. Despite not having looked at him directly, she knew he was doing so, and she could feel her heartbeat becoming stronger, although it could probably be due to the detailed probing of his gaze; he had declared himself addicted to sex, after all.

Kibou, the therapist, encouraged her to start, and after finding a more comfortable posture, she sat with her back ever straighter of how it was before.

"I'm Kagome, and I guess I'll claim myself to be addicted to sex." She began. The start of her tale was immediately interrupted by Kibou, however.

"You guess, or you are?" He asked. She felt slightly uncomfortable with her initial hesitation.

"I am, although not in the way a man could be." She declared, and by the look the therapist gave her she knew he didn't entirely agree with her words, yet this time he said nothing. "I need someone to keep me company most of the time, and it's always sexually oriented" The red light inside her mind flare up, and it always did so when her confessions went further than was convenient. "I don't go through the streets staring at the ass of the usual passerby, like some people..."

She almost made a gesture to point at InuYasha, and felt discovered, having to remind herself no one there could know what she was thinking. She pondered the reason why she was judging someone else who suffered her same addiction. Moreover, it wasn't like herself to judge so freely. The problem was him, who didn't stop looking at her. All of it wandered through her mind in just an instant, and as she couldn't pay attention to it in that moment, she decided to focus on what was in front of her right there, and continued with her address.

"... However I can't be alone at home without thinking how I'd like to ride someone to exhaustion; I don't really care if it's in their apartment, or at a hotel, or inside a karaoke's bathroom."

To her mind came many past encounters, but she saved herself the time it'd take to count how many less cautious men she had scored inside an alley, just to leave them with their pants off and even the condom still on. Yes, she was addicted to sex, there was no other way to name it.

InuYasha observed her, surprised by her visceral, almost cruel way she told how she suffered her addiction. His sight became keener, almost dangerously so, and all of his soft features faded because of the intensity of such gaze. It even seemed to him her way of seating became stiffer on the chair. If someone had asked him, he'd pointed out it looked more like she had an addiction to control rather than sex.

"I'm here to try to find a path that doesn't leave me with the miserable feeling which always comes along the loneliness after a doing it." She finished with those words, eyes focused on the therapist at all times.

A InuYasha found strange how the therapist was able to remain calm after the erotic charge her words had, brought by the tone of her voice. It was stimulating to imagine all the situations she described; or maybe it was only to him. He came close to adjust his posture on his seat, restlessly, due to the arousing erection he had when thinking about enjoying her in the alley right outside the building. He blinked with some pause, to focus.

"Do you want to tell us something more?" Kibou asked. Kagome shook her head, slowly, then lifted the leg she had crossed. "Well, thanks for sharing, Kagome."

It wasn't until some minutes later, while another one of the patients was telling their testimony, that Kagome felt up to look at InuYasha.

"What could he be thinking about?" He seemed to alone inside his mind, and maybe his thoughts were far away from the session.

In that moment he glanced back at her, as if sensing her gaze, to which she averted it then went back to him, in a confusing act edging on inexperience.

"Crap." Once again.

InuYasha came out of the session, put his shoes on, and left the building while completely calm, although his objective was clear: Kagome.

He waited outside the two-floor Centre, which was probably also the place Kibou lived, for his name and profession appeared on the sign at the entrance: Psychiatrist.

He kept himself a few meters away, trying to appear indifferent to the rest as he swapped through his phone. He thought of a cigarette, for right now he needed one, but it was an addiction he had managed to leave a couple of years ago, and hoped it remained in the vault of the useless for a while longer. It was foreign to him to think that right now his life had found a certain balance, despite knowing that in other aspects, things were no less than shit he wanted to throw in a bag, close it and leave it somewhere far away. That was the feeling he had to face every weekend, which was the reason why he usually asked for turns on Saturday and almost always on public holydays. The work was useful and gratifying, and most of the time he felt focused, allowing him to take a break.

He saw coming out every single person, one by one, that composed the group he had assisted with and answered the words of goodbye of some of them. When she finally left the place, he was left with the phone hanging in his hand and a strange sensation inside his stomach which he wouldn't give name not now, nor today.

He wanted to take the first step, but he couldn't do so immediately. She, Kagome, stared at him, and due to the weak ray of a streetlight from a secondary street, he could completely define what before he could only guess when she sat in the middle of the therapy session. InuYasha had to decide which one of his two desires which right now fought inside him had to prime: To run, or to possess.

He let out a breath as if freeing some energy, and hoped she didn't notice.

He took a step forward, only to see how she took one as well. He became immediately conscious of the tension that formed in the space between them, and his heart accelerated, looking to pump the blood needed at the highest possible speed. He made a half-turn, as if pointing in the direction of the street he was going to follow. She looked at him with intensity and intention until she decided she'd take the same turn and the same direction. Two meters were between them.

Both began to walk parallel to each other, with calm steps, seeking to synchronize with each other's rhythm in a whole new experience when compared to the encounters they both usually had. Their eyes met; InuYasha smiled, and she came quite close to.

He put his hands inside the pockets of his pants and bent his shoulders somewhat forward, with his head slightly turned towards her, sensitive to her movements, to her gestures and maybe her words. He felt his heart pounding up to the base of his neck, right in the clavicle joint.

"Three therapist and two internments." InuYasha began talking in an attempt to break the silence that had found nest between them, leaving their steps as only sound.

Kagome took a second to comprehend the comment, and looked at him an instant.

"Two internments, three therapists. I fucked the last one." She replied. She needed to dominate the conversation.

"That so... I was gonna say we were even, but I see we aren't." He smiled with some irony.

"You haven't fucked any of your therapists?" she tried to make her question sound indifferent, like someone who talks about eating candy.

Both strictly kept their distance. InuYasha's smile widened.

"Not exactly." The answer fluttered about Kagome's mind as a new incognita.

They arrived at the end of the street, and stopped facing each other, the two meters distance still there like a security barrier. They eyes met, InuYasha thought the about avidity with which he wanted to steal her mouth. Kagome came quite close to moisten her lips, wishing for a kiss. None of them dared to take a step beyond the barrier they had created.

To be continued.

N/A

Things are starting to heat up!

I hope you enjoyed your time reading, and that you tell me in the comments.

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart