Chapter VII
Seventh Session
"Now that we've exposed what each and every one of you considers their cause of addiction, I'd like to give a few patterns and that you check in your notes, if said patterns are anything like what you see in yourselves."
The therapist was doing his job, and the present seemed to be paying attention, each one with details that betrayed in part their addictions. InuYasha's focus was fixed on the notes he brought with the answers to what Kibou had asked them. It wasn't more than three words: when I am me.
Kagome, on her part, had a whole page of text to analyze with the patterns the therapist gave.
Neither she, nor InuYasha had looked at each other during the entire session. Both kept a strict control of their emotions, or so it seemed from the point of view of a spectator at least.
Kibou began to number a series of traits associated to addiction: irritability, lack of interest in seeing friends or family, as well as participating in activities that may force the individual to get out of their self-absorption, among others.
"It's important that you answer yourselves truthfully if you identify yourself with any of these traits, or with all of them. That way you'll be able to measure the grade of addiction you have. It's also important to ask yourself at what point in time you began to see these aspects in your life. That way, you'll be able to remember how you were before, and we'll stablish a pattern."
Kagome tried to pay attention to the therapist's words, taking notes, but of course her mind wasn't able to stop recreating the moments she lived with InuYasha. Having him so close was overstimulating her memories and she began to feel obsessed with it. She even believed to smell the sweetness of his skin, to that point was her ability to pay attention captured. She took a deep breath through her nose, trying to connect her ideas as a way to clear her mind. Yet she didn't count with InuYasha asking a question, as her mind, when hearing his voice, sent her the message of him pushing himself inside her. She wasn't prepared for the potent stimulus of his voice softly panting on her ear, as he trembled between her arms from the orgasm.
She had to cast her gaze downward, and took a hand to her forehead, fearing the heat that had risen to her cheeks were too evident to the rest.
How was it possible for InuYasha to act so calmly?
Probably, he had gone to therapy given last week, and that was why he was so into it. She hadn't been able to come. She wanted to put two weeks of time between what happened to them and today, thinking that would help placate somewhat the chaotic sensation she had inside. She slept with Köga four times through the week after that, and to her dismay she found herself seeking InuYasha's tone of voice when her partner climaxed. In fact, last time, Köga had stopped what he was doing when she insisted that he pressed her waist in a particular manner. Then, after that, two days ago, she had attempted to bed a casual partner. She began with caresses inside a private karaoke and when the man opened her blouse and put his mouth on her nipple, Kagome felt that not, she didn't want that touch. In that way the man, whose name she couldn't remember, was left alone, perturbed and with an erection to deal with.
She rose her hand.
"Yes, Kagome?" Asked the therapist.
"I need to go to restroom" She excused herself, not feeling capable of being in the same room as InuYasha and ignore the internal disaster it meant to her.
When she left the room, InuYasha looked at her directly for the first time since the session had begun. It took a lot of effort to keep his outer calm while she stayed only a few meters from him. It only took him a bit of focus to recreate on the tip of his fingers the touch of her skin. Two weeks passed without him coming, as he hadn't been able to appear for the previous session, after the ridicule he felt he made on the bed. Instead of appearing here, he preferred to seek the skinship of someone in Kabukicho. It wasn't hard to find a woman with brown hair and chestnut eyes, but the more he looked at her, the more he thought she wasn't her. Finally, he called Kaguya, and they met at a zone of hotels in which they rented a room and forgot measure and silence.
Why he didn't feel like an amateur with her?
To the contrary, he felt that Kaguya enjoyed each and every touch, the same as him. Albeit that day it was something completely different. His mind had been plagued by thoughts and although he could focus on his companion, he also couldn't stop thinking and reminiscing.
"Do you think you could fall in love with me?" He asked the question just after she undid herself in moans beneath him.
Kaguya tried to look at him, her eyes still bright and her cheeks still rosy because of the orgasm she had just overcame. She laid sideways when InuYasha left her insides, as he straightened up and sat on his heels, exhibiting a profuse erection still enveloped by a contraceptive. Kaguya couldn't ignore it, she took the condom off with the mastery of who knows the terrain and put the sex inside her mouth until she couldn't press it more against her throat. Then she freed it, licked it, and replied:
"I can fall in love with this."
At any other moment he would have considered it a compliment, but for some reason InuYasha felt something didn't quite sit well with him.
Kibou, the therapist, continued with his talk once Kagome exited the room, and then InuYasha was the one who excused himself and stood up, bringing his notes with him. When he entered the hallway and had the genkan on sight, he confirmed his suspicions: Kagome was leaving.
It took him a second, maybe two, to decide he'd leave the session as well, they needed to talk, even if it was only to clarify if their last experience had been a mistake.
He approached the shoes shelve and took his in silence. Kagome continued with her own labor of tying the ankle straps of her own, those pale pink ones she wore the day they met. InuYasha took his place by her side on the genkan and proceeded to tie his own shoes. There were only a few centimeters between them, and the heat emanating from both was becoming quite obvious. In the moment that she wanted to tie her left ankle strap, the back of her hand touched his, and both reacted and drew them back at the same time, far away from the possibility of physical contact with the other. Their eyes met; InuYasha could see Kagome's anxiety, and was quite sure he had the same expression.
"Want to go for a cup of coffee?" He offered, and saw her nod.
They came out of the building in silence, walking side by side and keeping the same discreet security distance they had used the previous weeks, around a little more than a meter.
"Do you have a particular place in mind?" InuYasha asked, giving her the chance to choose what she wanted them to do. It was becoming hard to keep himself calm.
"No, let's go wherever you want." She offered, then corrected herself, "To whatever coffee shop you want."
He looked at her and showed a smile which was far from happy. "Had he really been so bad?"
"Don't worry, I don't plan on kidnapping you, nor taking you to a place where you may not feel at ease." He clarified, with a tone of voice Kagome couldn't but consider honest.
"No, it isn't that, I just... I didn't want... "She preferred to halt her words when she understood an explanation would only hurt the conversation further. "Was it good the previous session?"
It was a pretty neutral topic, and Kagome thought it appropriate.
"I was going to ask you the same question." InuYasha glanced at her sideways, seeking her expression.
He didn't come either?
"Well, it's clear we are both terrible at this." She was incapable of biting her tongue and didn't try to too hard either, she felt uncertain.
InuYasha let out a hearty laugh that felt clear, even refreshing, which almost made her stop to look at him.
"I'm glad I made you happy." She spat the irony, there wasn't much to lose, was there?
InuYasha halted his steps, then casted a gaze on her with the smile still marking his features, expression that gradually turned stern and ended in a deep breath and almost a sigh. Kagome could detect every phase of mutation in him, passing from a fervent happiness to lustful desire; She had seen that look on him before. She noticed how all of her body reacted to that discovery. She wanted to be touched by him, however when something like that happened, she would soon stop being in control of the situation, and that made her feel deeply perturbed.
"Coffee?" She reminded, her voice a thin thread.
"Coffee." He accepted. Albeit he'd drink something stronger right now.
InuYasha had the intention of taking Kagome to a coffee shop he had seen not far from the place they were. They began to walk and to talk about trivial things, like the rain two days ago, or some local festivity happening soon. As they walked, both realized they were taking the same route they traced last time, until they reached InuYasha's apartment; None of them said anything. Little by little the distance between them shortened, until their hands touched again. That first brushed was evaded by both, yet it lacked the strength of last time back at the therapy building. Kagome held her breath, and so did InuYasha. An instant later their hands brushed again, yet this time the result seemed to be sought. Both of them kept the silence alive, and InuYasha's fingertips softly reached for Kagome's hand, until her own fingertips joined the caress and began to intertwine. They kept walking with some calm, despite the expectation installed between them. They turned at a narrow street with only one way for cars, their hands still tight. They took refuge at the first place they found appropriate, underneath the shade of a building.
InuYasha rested his back against the wall and pulled Kagome closer, his hands around her waist, then took her even closer to his body with one arm. His first intention was to kiss her, he yearned for it, but she dodged it and ended up on her cheek. They stayed like that an instant, just an instant. Kagome, contrary to her own rules, began to turn her head, slowly, very slowly as she felt her altered breathing due to the pounding of her heart. The corners of her mouth found his. InuYasha's breathing became as or more altered than hers, and she became aware once again of the pressure his fingers exercised on her waist and back, without moving from the place he held her. Kagome moved her head a bit more, and began to brush the start of his lips with hers, approaching that caress with a held desperation. She stopped when the middle of her mouth reached the corner of his. They stayed there an instant, breathing and waiting. Wishing. He felt the pressure of her hands, under his arms and took it as an invitation to continue with the caress Kagome had started. With that conviction, he turned his head slightly, with almost the same slow graze. He touched her parted lips with the tip of his tongue, and the moisture that caress gave them, helped the kiss to feel smooth and so natural he felt overwhelmed.
Kagome knew she was breaking one of her rules, and a part of her reminded her that nothing good came from doing so, however that caress caged her attention, and her mind felt too light when she was with him.
They kissed, and no words were heard for a long time. Their hands kept themselves to safe places, as their mouths expressed a certain grade of delirium. Kagome didn't think herself able to elucidate what was going on, it had been a long time since she last kissed someone and for a moment, she felt in the middle of a secret date with a teenager boyfriend. On his part, InuYasha waited for a sign from her, to know what she wanted from him, submerged in an uncomfortable lack of certainty; yet, at the same time, the kiss had a simplicity and softness which summoned the emotive fractions of himself usually hidden to the world.
The lost pieces of the soul.
He felt her seek through the belt of his pants, and that encouraged him to lift a hand towards the low curve of her chest. Suddenly, the sublime was becoming material. Her movement continued, her hand a bit lower, until it was filled by his erection caged under the clothes; He did the same, and her breast was cupped by his touch, softly felt. He heard her breathing become a bit more erratic, and their kiss split, yet no distance was made between them. InuYasha felt deeply excited by the graze and pressure Kagome exercised with her small hand, which despite its size attempted to cover him.
In any other chance he would have suggested going to some place to consume and calm his addiction.
In any other chance she would have suggested going to some place to consume and calm her addiction.
What was different?
Their eyes met in the middle of that penumbra that barely let comprehension slip through. Kagome kept caressing and containing his sex, which was beginning to hurt, while he sought the aroused sensation of her nipple under the thin blouse and brazier. That was a strange situation for both of them.
InuYasha thought about offering to go to a nearby hotel they had left behind, however the offer never came, limiting himself to hold the intensity of that woman he was embracing in order to seek another kiss. He felt taken by a much different passion from what lust would usually bring. As he traced with his tongue the insides of her mouth, he found himself yearning to do the same with the flesh inside her sex.
Kagome, on her part, received that soft invasion that InuYasha offered her, and expressed her desire by brushing her body against every part that made contact with his. In that moment she heard him let out a sigh which directly attacked her skin, stripping a shiver out of her she found impossible to hide. The sound of InuYasha's voice, broken under the pleasure, was something engraved in her memory and had taken her to orgasm while alone, and while in company, more than once in the last two weeks.
They kept a tight embrace. InuYasha took a lungful of her hair's scent. Kagome was overwhelmed by the perfect sensation of his warmth.
"Kagome..." He managed to whisper.
"Yes..."
To be continued.
N/A
To reach this part of the story when both of them begin to explore each other emotionally is something intense and very interesting. I hope you enjoyed the read, as much as I did while writing it.
Kisses, and thanks for the company.
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
