Chapter V

Fifth session

InuYasha remained seated on the bed, with a leg flexed over it while the foot of the other rested on the carpet. A dim light layered the room, produced by a tiny lamp on a high and narrow table he had right by the door, a place he usually left the keys at when walking in, and the light that came in from the windows whose curtains he hadn't closed. The apartment remained in silence, only perturbed by the sound of his breathing and Kagome's as she dressed. He couldn't take his eyes off her, he couldn't stop observing the shape of her body, her movements and how disheveled her hair was.

"I'll escort you near your place." He offered. Midnight would struck soon, and he felt the need to make sure she'd be alright, despite knowing he should limit himself to the usual: a one-night stand.

"No, no. Don't worry." She said, as she put on one of those killer heels that sped up his pulse. "Besides, you are not even clothed."

InuYasha didn't miss the subtle glance she threw at the only zone that was covered by the sheets.

"That's not a problem, I can do so in a moment." He insisted a bit more, pulling the sheet away.

"Oh no! Please!" Her tone of voice made it impossible to hide the uncertainty she seemed to be trying to keep under wraps, in a clear and resounding failure. "I mean, I prefer not to trouble you. I'll take a taxi."

InuYasha was running out of reasons to spend more time with her.

"As you wish." He accepted, defeated.

Kagome finished putting on her shoes and sat at the end of the bed to tie the ankle straps. InuYasha was dying to get near her, take her by the waist, drag her to him and strip her raw. He took a deep breath, then released it through his mouth, in a sort of attempt to free his desires that were far from satiated.

"Well... " Kagome stood and turned towards him, who still kept the same posture on the bed. "I liked your apartment." She seemed to try to look him in the eye, but didn't.

"I'm glad." InuYasha made an effort of not letting the thick dose of irony in his throat slip through his words.

I liked your apartment. Was that everything she was going to say?

"I'm leaving." She announced, without much to spare for goodbyes nor words; InuYasha wasn't sure he needed them either.

He nodded in silence, and Kagome turned towards the door of the one-room apartment.

"Kagome." He called for her, a purse being left on the bed. He stood with the sheet loosely held over his abdomen so that she wouldn't run away two seconds before of what she seemed to have planned.

"Oh." A simple expression of surprise, however the way in which she took in a hurried breath spoke volumes about the anxiety she kept under the thin layer of confidence she kept trying to show.

A forced smile from him replied hers. He saw her cross the door and then everything fell silent.

InuYasha let himself lay on the same bed they just shared. Or rather, the battlefield it had turned into after both of them decided to try to satiate the evident desire they felt for one another.

How was it possible for everything to be so... complicated?

Yes, he'd call it complicated at the lack of a better adjective. No, it hadn't been disastrous, as they enjoyed it, but it had been strange and he kept feeling like a sort of amateur while in her arms. He had the sensation of having been acting the entire time, as if with a sudden greedy need of making a good impression, which had been precisely what made him give a really poor one. Surely, that was the reason she almost ran away from him.

InuYasha lifted an arm and rested it on his forehead. He took in a deep breath, he still could feel scent of Kagome's hair hanging in the air, and that, along with the fact of being naked and strung on the bed, brough with it every recent memory brushing his skin.

They had looked into each other's eyes at the end of that street in which the therapy Centre was. He had laid an open and evident invitation between them which she could check through the bulging erection under his pants, before the dominating confession that Kagome had just made about her bed habits. She had glanced at him, and after three seconds of internal debate she asked with complete confidence.

"Hotel, or your place?"

InuYasha's first thought had been his apartment, only a few streets away.

He recalled he had taken her hand to walk with her, surprised by the shiver that went through his body, almost like being brushed by a breeze of fresh air when your body runs hot of fever. He also recalled the first kiss he left on her neck, and the yearning he felt for kissing her mouth as soon as they crossed the building's entrance that led to his apartment. Kagome evaded the kiss on her lips. He could understand it, it wasn't the first casual encounter in which his partner preferred to reserve that contact and allow everything else.

The rest appeared in his mind lacking connection, however at some points the details were impressive. He felt he failed at half of the things he tried. Right after entering the apartment, he dropped his keys out of craving as soon as he felt her hands seeking the edge of the shirt he wore under his jacket. When he became able to smell her hair, a bite on her shoulder followed, quite near her neck, yet he couldn't assure Kagome's reaction had been out of pleasure.

He almost fell on her when she took her to the bed, right before taking off her dress overhead when the buttons felt like too many. Now that he could recall every action, he felt stupid, like a complete waste. It felt like he had never laid with a woman before.

He puffed and looked at the ceiling, covered by an orange layer of light produced by the lamps scattered through the place.

"Kuso! InuYasha. Voracity betrayed you." He reprimanded himself out loud, and to his mind came a memory he wished to erase as soon as it appeared. He stood bolt, deciding to take a shower and sleep. Kagome hadn't wanted to take one either.

Kagome went down the stairs as quickly as her heels allowed her, without tripping and having an accident. She noticed her heart and breathing erratic, and she knew it wasn't just because of the hurry with which she sought a way out of that place. When she reached the last step, she looked towards the exit, as if escaping from the flames of Hell itself. In the moment cold air brushed her skin, outside of the four-storey building InuYasha lived in, she rested her back against the wall and stood there an instant to regain her breath and composure. She felt strange, disoriented, as if something had moved the way in which she ordered the world and couldn't know exactly what it was.

Accepting that evident invitation from InuYasha had been a clearly an act lacking sense. She had to admit she got carried away by the uncertainty she had felt the last few days, and with which she needed to be done with. When the offer laid there, between them, Kagome thought the best would to finish it once and for all, proving to herself he wouldn't be any different from others she had been with, and that the idealization she had been feeding the last few weeks wasn't but the result of not knowing what was really there. It was always like that, after all, people usually remain interesting as long as you don't know them.

However, right now she questioned and tortured herself for her foolish reasoning. She had run away from that man's apartment because she felt she could have spent the whole night, not caring about sleeping besides him and she couldn't allow herself that. She had strict rules she vowed to keep, always: no kisses on her mouth, never have sex without safety and never sleep in with a casual companion. She sighed and lifted her gaze until she found the portal's ceiling, fully conscious of InuYasha being only a few meters above her head. She decided the best would be to return to her apartment and start leaving behind that moment, as soon as possible.

She began walking. She had told InuYasha she'd take a taxi; however, it wasn't really necessary as the building she lived in was only a few streets away from there, but that wasn't something she'd tell him.

The clatter of her heels became even more apparent amidst the silence of a mid-week street, at that hour of the night.

The solitude and the silence cleared her mind enough for a couple of fleeting memories to slip in. To her came the moment and the sensation of InuYasha's hands on her waist, her big yet kind hands, which held her with confidence as they guided her in an up and down movement, allowing her to feel his hard sex beneath his pants. She also recalled the craving with which she began to seek his shirt, reaching the touch of his skin, and her fingers tickled before the remembrance.

She embraced herself, in part to somehow contain the discontent she felt at her performance. She introduced herself as a domineering persona, yet that same persona had been dominated by the kisses, and caresses she received. She bit her lip, a proof of the uncertainty she felt because of how close InuYasha had come to take her mouth in a kiss, to which she had to add how much her own lips had desired to kiss him the whole time he had been inside her.

She took in a hurried breath when she noticed how her whole body remembered everything.

First, he had been over her with his naked torso brushing her nipples. She recalled the way in which he pushed himself inside her, how good it felt, so much she had to hold on to something as her body threatened to shake in satisfaction. Afterwards, it came her turn to be on top, watching his expression, looking in his blushed and sweaty features for signs of how much he was feeling it. Kagome was used to seeking her own pleasure while in that pose, almost always due to how premature her casual companions were. Very few, very few times any of them made the effort of pleasing her rather than themselves, that's why she sought dominance, so that the encounter became worth something for her. However, with InuYasha she got the sensation that everything had the right rhythm, the way in which they fit each other, the way in which he sought her beyond just a place to hold on to; There was intent in his caress. Maybe that's why, when he turned her around to be once again on her, she got surprised by the way in which he held her leg up with his hand fully open behind her thigh, as his thump brushed her clitoris. She had moaned profusely, even now her hair bristled on her skin when recalling his touch, and he had moaned too but as if reprimanding himself, only know Kagome was able to analyze it, for in that instant she had been submerged in an orgasm that martyrized her for a few long seconds.

After that she had looked at him, and felt a smile threatening the corners of her mouth, but her conscience was on her way back and she wouldn't give such a trophy to a one-night partner. She didn't do such things.

She let out the breath being held before that memory.

To her mind came his first orgasm, his voice still getting under her skin, and she felt in her fingers the pressure with which she brushed the silvery strands of his hair as she held his head and with the other hand she grabbed his lower back to keep him ever so close. The way in which InuYasha shook over her felt almost candid, like someone who experiences it for the first time, and that thought had moved something in her emotions she didn't want to care for, but was having a hard time ignoring it.

Crap!

The memory produced in her the same panic sensation she went through when she found herself sleeping on the bed after an intense sex session. They had done the usual, no norms or molds had been broken, however everything had possessed a ravishing charge, even to the point of leaving her spent.

She hurried her steps, feeling cold and, maybe, if she walked even faster her mind would have to stay alert and would stop thinking about what had just happened and experienced because of it.

InuYasha laid awake on the bed. The usual for him, after a casual encounter was to change the sheets and leaving them inside the laundry basket, in order to rest on some clean ones after the woman in question leaves. However, this time he didn't want to do so, the scent of sex still lingering in the room, and Kagome's on the pillow she had rested on for about an hour, in a kind of somnolence he hadn't wanted to interrupt. In any other encounter he wouldn't have hesitated to insist on a second round, if he felt like it, or to stand up and go to take as shower despite the noise. With Kaguya, it was something common.

He took in a deep breath in order to capture the room's scent that seemed to slowly fade away with the passing of the hours. He touched his abdomen with the point of his fingers, and caressed himself, recreating sensations on his skin, seeking the memory of the ones Kagome had provoked with her own fingers when she began to undress him. He parted his lips, and began to pant in the instant his emotions placed him once again in the moment he pushed himself inside her, and watched her strung up on the bed to hold the pillow, as if needing to hang onto something.

He felt confused, his mind and sensations were sending him contradictory messages; on the one hand, he believed he had done everything wrong, however, on the other hand he found strands of memories that took him to feelings he couldn't tire of repeating.

He sighed. He didn't like that, for he became fully conscious of how his own insecurities threatened to take control.

He extended the hand towards the nightstand he had near the top of the bed, and looked at the time. It was past three in the morning. His addiction was beginning to take charge, he needed to possess her once again and he didn't even have his number to call her. That made him surmise he'd need to wait a whole week to see her, if Kagome actually decided to show up at the group therapy again.

He had stopped smoking, yet he still thought about the cigarette for emergencies he kept in the nightstand's drawer.

To be continued.

N/A.

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart