Chapter XXVII

Twenty seventh session.

"Of all that occupies my mind, you are the first and the last."

"Is it a bad moment?" She asked. InuYasha furrowed his brow due to the tone she used. "You are shirtless."

In that moment he understood she had some similar thoughts to his own, after all none of them ever talked about being exclusive. He decided to play with that a bit; Kagome owed him that much, at least.

"Wait." He began to whisper, then walked with his phone to the bathroom, taking care of not letting her see the bed.

"If you are busy, we can talk some other time." Her tone seemed tense once again.

"Don't worry, I'm in the bathroom." He clarified as his hands began to undo the buttons of his pants.

"InuYasha, really, I don't want to be a bother." He sensed she was about to hang out, and he couldn't deny that act of evident jealousy pleased him.

"What's wrong? Jealous?" His words were direct, with a clear intention of playing with her some more.

"What? Why? Of Who?" Her questions lined up, flustered. "Oh, forget it."

Kagome hung out, and InuYasha remained there, staring at the screen for a few seconds before letting out one hearty laugh, thinking about how absurd everything was. He called her back, and waited until the seconds of calling were almost finished. In that moment Kagome's image appeared again on the screen, in total silence.

"Hi again." He said, as he came out of the bathroom to return to his bed.

She didn't answer.

"Something wrong?" InuYasha's question was smiley, albeit it wasn't showing even a fourth of his actual enjoyment.

How was it possible for his mood to improve this much after only a few minutes of interaction with Kagome?

He, however, didn't feel up to giving space, nor answer to that thought at that moment. It required a long time of reflection and maybe he wasn't ready yet to do so.

"You are not going to say anything?" He asked her, as he laid on the bed while she looked at him from wherever she was. "By the way, where are you?"

Kagome still didn't utter a word, and he could see behind her a lamp that wasn't the one in her room. He could also see how she began to do something on her phone. An instant later, a message arrived.

"Really?" He muttered, then looked at what she just sent him.

Are you alone?

"Yes." He answered verbally. He could see how she began to write something again. "Kagome, this is absurd." A new message arrived.

Are you sure?

"Yes, I am." He lifted his phone and toured its screen around his little apartment, showing even the pillows on his bed. "Happy?"

He couldn't help smiling.

"And the bathroom?" She whispered, yet her smile was returning to her features. It seemed she was starting to believe him and enjoy how absurd everything was.

"I won't show you the bathroom." He refused, sitting on the bed.

Then I can't be sure. Was the next message he received.

"It is what it is." He shrugged, then cocked his head to both sides, stretching his neck and the muscles in it.

"What about your Saturday's girl?" She asked with a certain playing tone. For InuYasha was evident she just tried to hide how important the question was, and laughed without being able to help it. Kagome was quite transparent sometimes, despite her best efforts.

"In the strict meaning of the word, I don't have a Saturday's girl." He clarified, simply.

"Then I call dibs on it."

InuYasha opened his eyes in surprise and enjoyment.

"How can you call dibs on it? It isn't some portion of ramen or left-over beer I have inside my fridge." He mocked.

Kagome began to laugh at that, and he couldn't but think how beautiful she was when she did so. When their guffaw ceased, silence found place between them, and for some reason, it became something intimate just by their gaze meeting in the air.

Then, Kagome finally talked.

"Take the rest of your clothes off."

He didn't know what surprised him more, if the request or the absence of any reticence in himself to obey it. Despite the latter, he still felt forced to place some objection.

"Just like that? I'm going to get cold." He joked.

"C'mon, just do it. You won't regret it." Kagome's voice turned suggestive, and her tone slightly descended in range.

"You'll have to give me more than words." He sought to play the same game as her.

He saw her smile before taking her phone to show a bit more of her own torso, then undo one of the buttons of the jacket she was wearing.

"Is that a flannel pajamas?" He chuckled. "Could there be anything less sexy?"

"Maybe you just haven't met the right flannel pajamas." She undid the next button, which led to show part of the curve of her breast.

InuYasha subtly licked his lips.

"Maybe you are right." He accepted, breathing in as he felt how that slight itch right beneath the skin, and previous to excitation, began to run through his body.

"You can confirm it." She continued, playing with the next button, then she stopped. "Or we can leave it here."

InuYasha took another breath, deeply, so deep Kagome had to hold back her own as if afraid of it being stolen.

"Tell me where you are, I'll go there and make you pay for this." He made sure to show her through the screen the bulge that was beginning to rise underneath his pants.

Kagome was possessed by total silence, letting out the air in a huff that seemed destined to lower her own suddenly high temperature. Virtual sex wasn't something she was into, honestly, yet the idea of doing it with InuYasha agreed with her quite readily, even more when she found herself wanting to confirm if she could keep him entertained despite being separated.

She avoided, however, the need that thought entailed. She had met with it long enough before finally deciding to call.

"I can tell you where I am." She played with the idea. "But not how to reach this place."

"Then I don't know how we'll manage." He stared at her then, and before Kagome had time to suggest something, he spoke again, "Undo another button."

She almost seemed to hear him sighing.

"This one? For example." Her hand reached the last one out of the five she had, while the two at the top had already been undone.

"You are perverse, you know." He smiled, yet the expression didn't last. Kagome could see how his eyes squinted in that particular way she knew of him.

"I think you are starting to like flannel pajamas now." She mocked, as her hand slid the button through the slit.

"Actually, I like them as much as one made of cotton or satin, but I prefer them aside, or wherever except from on you." He took a deep breath then, and although Kagome couldn't see it, she was sure his hand found place on his sex, and pressured it. "Another button." He demanded.

She felt completely willing to do as he asked, yet despite it she still preferred to not do so immediately.

"You first." She insisted.

Her eyes caught InuYasha releasing a chuckle.

"I'm already shirtless." He said, "and I don't think I'll be able to do this anyway."

"Too shy?" She questioned, not without some sarcasm. "What about your addiction?"

Kagome freed another button without him asking, leaving only one to keep the cloth together.

"Let's say the addiction can't be quenched as I'd like." InuYasha's voice became slightly deeper, whispered, yet she could still hear him in the silence her mother's house was submerged in, at that hour of the night.

"Don't do anything, if you don't want to, but I'd like you to look at me, and see you do it." She muttered, softly, as she slid a hand through her waist and beneath her flannel pants.

InuYasha remained in silence for a moment, he couldn't deny the current situation excited him, however it was new for him, and virtual sex wasn't his thing. He liked to touch, lick and smell; it could be said to be a wild side of him, part of his essence. However, and although he couldn't quite see it, he knew Kagome was touching herself, and that aroused his libido, inevitably.

"Alright." He accepted. "But I want to see all of you."

Kagome let out a breath before his request, and although her desire, provoked by the current situation, was enough to convince her of continuing, she regretted not being able to have InuYasha right there with her, and so have the chance to make that indomitable character of his submit, that character he hid beneath his usual courtesy.

"Wait." She herself became aware of how the way in which she pronounced that word, made her anxiety quite evident.

She stood up, and brought back a stand for her phone she kept in one of the drawers of what was once her room in that house. Then, she placed a chair at the end of the bed and left the phone on it. She felt perturbed, anxious and slightly shy when she realized of how well within focus she was in front of the phone's camera. The lamp's light coming from the desk, right behind it, illuminated her just enough to create an intimate ambient. She couldn't help thinking that if she had planned it, it wouldn't have been better.

"I'm ready." She told him, seating at the end of the bed.

InuYasha could see her with an almost teenager look. Her hair was down, and she was wearing that pink flannel pajamas with a ribbon a bit darker and whose only button was the only thing keeping it together, and that also allowed him to see the round shape of her breast, and her naked belly.

"I think you were undressing, right?" He urged her, and the very thought made his body react.

"I think I was doing this." She said, slipping her hand inside her pants again.

"Don't cheat." He unzipped his pants, although she couldn't see it.

"Want to see more?" Kagome's voice was extremely suggestive.

"Wasn't this what you wanted?" His own voice turned darker, and he could notice in it the inherent weight of excitement.

Kagome answered with a smile, before beginning to take off the pants she was wearing, leaving herself in some light-yellow panties with a pink lace at the high center. As previously said, she looked like a teenager.

"I like those panties." He mentioned, while his hands found place beneath his pants to add some pressure to his already erect sex.

"Then I'll leave them on." She declared, spreading her legs a bit more to brush her fingers against the fabric.

InuYasha began to feel her breathing shortening. He pressured his sex some more, and decided his clothes were starting to bother him, and so he began to take off what he was wearing, her gaze never leaving Kagome's figure, as she caressed herself through the light-yellow cloth and fondled one of her flannel-covered breasts.

"Pinch that nipple for me." He asked her, his voice almost failing him.

She moistened her lips in a clear gesture of yearning and excitement. InuYasha could see how she removed the jacket and uncovered one breast as to hold her nipple with her index and thumb, stimulating it in the same way he would have done. He could almost feel the rough touch of the skin of that zone in his tongue.

"Do you like what you see?" Kagome's voice was charged by lust, and her lowered lashes were nothing but confirming it.

"You know I do." He smiled before the shameless remarks they were sharing.

He heard her sigh, and saw how she let herself slightly fall sideways on the bed. Her fingers sought through one side of her leg a path inside her panties, as to be moistened by her sex. Her chest swelled with one of those breathings rushed by desire, and InuYasha mirrored her. He pressured and pulled at his sex with more strength than necessary, until a streak of pain made him loosen his grasp.

Kagome's fingers were moving between her legs, and by the way her body languished, she seemed to be enjoying it. Finally, she looked at him, through that small phone screen which right now separated them and brought them together, managing to free one sentence, full of demand and plea:

"I want to see you."

For an instant, InuYasha remained there, charmed, registering the compendium of emotions both of them were experiencing and the way in which they seemed to intertwine despite the distance.

Kagome was for him. Any other consideration saying otherwise could go to hell.

He extended the arm holding the phone, and with the aid of the distance and a pillow, his body managed to fit inside the screen, from his chest, to his belly, to his sex imprisoned between his fingers. He felt himself tremble when her eyes seemed to set on it, and her movements were brought to a halt.

"Oh, kami." He heard her mutter, dragging the words. "I like you so much."

How was it possible for that declaration to trigger his desire like that?

"Kagome." He whispered her name.

He felt an outrageous yearning for her, wanting her close, by his side, under him; yet he could only remain content with a phone screen.

"Kagome, tomorrow..." He tried to thread a sentence, but his focus became lost at the sight of her tense yet languid figure.

"Yes, tomorrow." She answered, her voice unstable.

He could see the way in which the button that until then held the jacket together, became undone due to her movements, leaving both breasts uncovered. InuYasha licked his lips out of impatience.

He began to massage his sex with more intensity, as his own breathing became more and more erratic.

Kagome couldn't stop looking at the shape of InuYasha's body as he moved. She could see how the muscles on his thighs, torso and forearm were tensed in a constant search of climax which seemed still far away, only to loosen up, and in that moment he would sigh in an exciting mix between relief and unrest.

"Keep going." She urged him, seeking a bit more inside her own sex just to be part, with him, of this unusual intimate moment.

At seeing him, she felt the impulse of saying all the things she wanted to do to him, yet her own voice would fall mute beneath a sort of focalized shyness.

"InuYasha." To whisper his name was the only way she could find to verbalize that yearning, that desire of having him there, by her side, naked as he was.

She could see how he caressed with his fingers the tip of the erect sex, and remained in that gesture to stimulate it, only to the close it inside a fist to run its length up and down. A primitive part of her registered the movement and memorized it with the clear idea of repeating that caress. She remembered the way in which InuYasha would push himself inside her, and her body trembled helplessly before the sensations brought by that memory, rising her excitement all of a sudden, moistening her and rising a warning of being near what she so sought.

"C'mon, I want to see you." InuYasha muttered, perceiving the point in which she was. "I need to see how you'll become." He continued. Kagome knew he was helping her and that rose the stimulation to a new level.

She insisted in the caress she was giving herself between her legs, pressing the exact point where her sensitivity was higher. Her gaze remained set on the way InuYasha caressed himself, and as she neared her own orgasm, she wished for him to explode as well. She wanted to see him, her mind could only discern that one thought and her own climax.

The separated yet shared movements became frenetic. He would tell her amidst drown whispers the way in which he wanted to touch her, and she sighed and received all those cut sentences with affirmatives and promises.

"Kagome." She heard him tense her name in his throat, and knew he would grant her the vision she had been waiting for.

She saw him strung up, and the phone began to tremble on the bed, the same way in which InuYasha shook from the spasms of his orgasm, and that brought her own, her own self lost amidst the sensations, even if only for a few seconds.

They remained very still for a while then, their gazes locked, their minds focused on calming their breathing. Kagome laid there, sideways on top of the bed, with her panties half-way down her legs. InuYasha still had over his sex the boxer which had helped him to contain his ejaculation.

"Who showers first, you or me?" He threw the question. Kagome smiled at him.

"I think that's you. I don't want to perturb anyone's sleep." Her answer came accompanied by a sigh.

"Will you tell me where you are?" InuYasha took a deep breath, there was something unique in having shared that moment with Kagome; beyond sex, they had needed each other to be satisfied.

"I'll tell you tomorrow." She offered, and he took her on her word.

To be continued.

A/N

I hope you've liked the chapter. I can't tell you how hard it is to write lemons that, through my point of view, stay in that fine line between emotion, erotism and plot (Because everything leaves something.)

Until the next one!

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart