Chapter XXXIII
Thirty third session
We all wish to be loved.
It was Monday. Like any Monday of any week, of any year. Yet for InuYasha this Monday tasted different, it tasted to a Monday with her, feeling her differently.
The past day they'd spent it together, close together, in many ways. Today, when going out early for work, he left her fast asleep on his bed, with a note and a coffee ready. It made him so happy the mere sensation of Kagome occupying part of his own space, unlike the encounters they had at first. He wore it on his features, so he'd been told at the coffee shop, as he prepared the desserts for that day; so, he was too told by Mrs. Nagai, who he usually bought vegetables from.
He felt at ease with himself that day, and maybe for that very reason he took his time walking down the two streets between him and his apartment. A woman came out of one of the buildings and began to walk in front of him. At first, he found normal to look at the way in which her body moved. Despite her low shoes, the woman had elegance and a certain interesting swaying. However, what did call his attention was his total lack of interest in picturing her on his bed. He tried, in fact he managed to see her figure beneath his, as he sought to feel her insides, yet he found himself rather apprehensive before the idea.
Crap. He thought, and laughed at himself: he was in love.
It was Tuesday. Kagome mentioned to him today she'd go out with a friend after work, for she had already made plans with her, and that she'd probably return late to the apartment. He thought it ok, it was good for them to have matters on their own, so that this which they were starting wouldn't asphyxiate them. He told himself as such a few times, as he skimmed through the options to watch on a streaming platform. He thought he too should try to rekindle relationships he'd left behind after his being taken over by his sex addiction. Soon he'd have a personal session with his group therapist, everyone would, and couldn't stop wondering what would come out of that meeting. Much of what he'd believed to be before attending this last group therapy, felt now up to question.
The phone in his hand, he opened the message app to send one to Kagome, yet left that course immediately, resting the phone on his forehead with a few taps. He knew he couldn't be impatient, that everyone's personal space was important. So, the thought of rekindling past relationships came back, and he began to slide through his contacts, stopping by the name Kaguya. Probably a contact he'd have to erase, given the weeks he hadn't known anything about her, and the lack of regret he felt about it. Their relationship was like that, they didn't owe anything to each other.
He skimmed through his contacts a bit more. A couple of names he couldn't even put a face to. He found Yura's, a woman he'd met about a year ago, and who saved her number in his phone while he was in the bathroom, which made him set a screen lock since then. He laughed when recalling she was a complete dominatrix and had a severe obsession with his hair.
Maybe he should start thinking about erasing some names.
It was Wednesday, one of the days when he was able to rest the most, and get some of that sleep he would usually lose any other day. Today, in particular, the apartment smelled to the cooked vegetables he'd used to make a broth, in addition to some food bases he prepared for the rest of the week. Now that he and Kagome were seeing each other, he was including her into every meal, and was also counting on being able to bring something to leave in her fridge. However, the message he'd just received on his phone, disconcerted him.
I can't meet tonight, I'm sorry.
There wasn't any major explanation. It didn't say anything else.
He stared at the phone with his jacket half-worn, and the food enveloped in the furoshiki he'd made with a cloth he assigned for that.
The plan had been to have dinner with her and stay the night, for which he'd take a bag with a change of clothes and his toothbrush. But instead, he was now there, static and trying to conceive this was but a minor thing he was giving too much relevance. She was probably busy or tired. With only that much data, it was logical for his mid to suspect, it was something she could have very well explained in her message.
He noticed the annoyance of uncertainty in his gut, and decided to call her. He waited for the tone to open a line, yet he was received by the sound leading to a prerecorded voice inviting him to leave a message.
Crap. He thought, not out loud, and remained there for another half-minute, staring at the screen until it blackened.
In that instant he made a choice he'd been questioning and rethinking along the way, although he would act on this choice all the same.
He put on his jacket all the way and took the keys he usually left on a stand by the door. He put on his shoes, left his apartment and started for Kagome's. Just like he expected, throughout the way his mind wondered about the reason for his decision, and although he wouldn't confess it to anyone, he felt jealous of whatever she was doing and that seemed to be more important that their moment together after three whole days apart.
When he arrived at the building he recalled that, in the same way at previous times, he had no key to enter and the only way to do so was by calling to Kagome's apartment or to wait for some other person to open the door; he opted for the first.
He stood in front of the door for a moment before calling, noticing a strong pressure on his stomach before the uncertainty; what if Kagome was with someone else? What if that visceral claim she'd done the other day ended up being true? For an instant he thought about turning around and returning to his apartment, yet he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths, until he achieved something resembling normalcy. If he had come so far, it wasn't to just leave without knowing what was happening.
He rang the doorbell, and waiting, knowing she would see him in her screen.
"InuYasha?" He heard his name said with surprise.
Next, the electric lock was opened, and he just pushed the door inside without uttering a word.
The seven floors he ascended inside the elevators felt eternal. He checked the time on his phone, soon it would be eight at night, and pondered if to just pass by, say hi, leave the food in her fridge and leave. Maybe that would be everything Kagome would allow him to do. When he exited the elevator and looked to her door, he found her peeping out, a questioning expression clear on her gaze. Every step towards her felt heavy then, heavy from his own displeasure at the possibility of Kagome not being alone.
"I left you a message. Didn't you read it? I thought you did." Were her receiving words.
"I did...didn't...did." He muttered an answer. Kagome watched him as her surprise became more prominent. "I brought food."
He tried to soften his own monosyllables and lifted the cloth bag he'd build to hold the recipients.
"Alright, come in." He saw her disappear inside.
His first reaction was that of taking a step forward, yet he felt dumb, stupid, a complete imbecile. What was he expecting to find? What was he thinking she'd be doing?
He caught her peeping out in his direction again.
"What's wrong?" She asked, almost hurried. "Don't make me go out dressed like this." She was wearing a pink camisole made of cotton, and yellow socks.
"Nothing. Look, I'll leave you the food and I'll be gone." He attempted to hand her the bag.
Kagome stared at him, perplexed.
"If you are already here, it's only fair that you come in and eat with me, isn't it?" She was having a hard time understanding what was wrong with InuYasha.
She saw him shook his head again, lowering his gaze, avoiding her own. She couldn't understand what was the problem, she had only cancelled one date, it wasn't like...
"You wouldn't have been believing I was fucking someone, right?" She tried it to sound as if it were a joke, yet his gaze turned it into a bad one. "Oh well... but today that's not the case, so come in."
She went ahead of him, trying not to show annoyance, albeit she did feel annoyed by that lack of trust. On the other hand, she herself left open that door when she'd exposed the possibility of her sleeping with someone else, and done so the very same day she accepted that sort of relationship they had.
She went back to sitting on the floor, by the window and behind the low desk in which her laptop was. Today she'd stay working until late, maybe all night. She had to finish proofreading the novel she had been handed in urgency. The story had an interesting premise, yet it was also a complete intellectual pain to link the ideas, given how some phrases were created.
She caught InuYasha's figure through the corner of her eyes, who was staring at her from the entrance.
"Come in, don't just stand there. You can see I'm alone. If you still got doubts, the bathroom is over there, check if I'm hiding someone. I don't have a closet. Although I could have well fucked someone before you arrived, as you can see, the futon is still a mess. "The chain of words came neat, in orderly fashion. She found herself surprised at how well she was masking her own urges of clutching his parts tightly for thinking the worst.
This thing about being in a relationship was new for her, and foreign, and she didn't know how to behave at every moment, at every situation. She only knew how to find a comfortable position in bed.
"You could have said you were staying for work." She heard him say, seemingly with a firmer conviction.
"Who says I'm working? Maybe I'm cyberfucking." She spat, her gaze not leaving the screen.
"Could you stop talking about fucking?" He asked, as if he were finding offense in the term. In that moment she looked at him again.,.
"Why? Does it bother you?" She stood up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... "She began walking towards him, not able to hide her anger any longer, as it bubbled and boiled inside her. "... FUCK!"
"Stop, Kagome!" He was absolutely impressed.
"Fuck, fuck, shag, fuck." She felt being taken in his arms.
"For fuck's sake, Kagome." His gaze dropped to her lips, and that simple gesture hooked them both.
"Always." She declared, and her gaze dropped on his too.
Their bodies neared a few centimeters, and stopped right before touching.
"That so?" He whispered, looking at her mouth, then her chestnut brown eyes, then her mouth again. "Well, today we won't do that."
"We won't? We are that kind of people now?" She asked, skipping those few centimeters between them until their chests met. She had to work, that was true; but she also had to repay the foul mood she had just experienced.
She heard him huff very slowly, and felt how he let go of her arms, sliding his hands through her back towards her gluts in a clear obscene act, grabbing them tightly, lifting her from the ground slightly. She sighed without intending to, and he did so too. She sought to kiss him, but as soon as their lips touched, he made some distance. There, their gazes met, intense, and he shouted:
"Crap, who am I kidding?!"
He bent towards her and kissed her with yearning, sinking his tongue in her mouth. Kagome let out a sigh in the midst of that so out of tune kiss, wild kiss, noticing the force with which her skin was suddenly lit. It didn't help to feel InuYasha's fingers pulling at the cloth of the camisole she wore, then slip beneath her panties to grab her naked ass.
"Let's do that we weren't going to do." She told him through their kiss.
"For fuck's sake, Kagome, yes."
She laughed, still kissing him, as she held herself of his shoulders and neck, seeking a point of support for her to lift her. Before that he began to unzip his pants, and Kagome felt how her blood boiled before that idea. She huffed when he lifted her and her ankles managed to hook themselves behind him, and that gesture was followed by a moan and a shiver. She heard the buckle of InuYasha's pats when it came loose, and her mind drifted away from that immediately when she felt two of his fingers, one from each hand, seeking her entrance, seeking to make it wet. She found herself swaying her pelvis back and forth so that the touch was more satisfying. A sigh escaped her lips, which was soon turned into a hiss in the moment the caress managed to touch a sensible spot. InuYasha took little bites at her jaw, and then her neck to be able to look forward and move until they hit a wall.
Both huffed at the same time before the pressure and yearning.
The fingers touching her oh so intimately wandered through the creases of her sex with complete ease in an instant that seemed to extend beyond what her body was capable of handling. She perceived the erection pushing itself to her entrance, but above the panties, and thought about how to remove them without letting go of her hold on his shoulders. She felt frustrated when she realized she couldn't do so.
"Pull them aside." She asked in a whisper, and felt a shiver, and pressure again until both ended up panting from the pain.
He carried her with renewed strength, and skipped the remaining distance to the futon. Once there, to be naked seemed a secondary goal, albeit both of them tried. Kagome raked at his jacket, and with similar force opened his shirt, stripping some buttons in the process. His hands went beneath her camisole, with the clear intent of getting rid of it, yet the plan changed once his palms found her nipples, hard and naked. She pleaded before the caress, and did so louder when he bit between her legs through her underwear.
"I love these panties." She heard him say, and a sliver of her mind managed to link the facts: she had worn the same ones the night they had virtual sex.
"They are yours, now take them off." She pleaded with demand.
She heard him laugh before biting her in the same way. Kagome pressed her thighs together, against his cheeks, and heard him laugh again, a bit more, before pinching her nipples with his fingers, and that made her let go.
"Oh please, stop playing around." She complained, and he answered with a number of fast little bites that grazed her just above her clitoris. "For fuck's sake!"
She heard him hiss.
"Yes, for fuck's sake." He began to take off her panties.
She followed him with her gaze, and checked he'd lowered his pants. The very idea of him doing it with them half-way down turned her on even more, there was something exciting in the sensation of doing it with urgency. She pulled at his shirt he still hadn't taken off to push him to climb up to her once and for all.
Sex hadn't been in her plans tonight, she was going to stay up for work, but... who cared?
"C'mon, get it inside." She spat the unlinked thought of her feverish mind.
"Crap. I didn't think I was going to get so hot after hearing you curse." She felt how he introduced one of her nipples inside his mouth, and despite how restless the sensation made her feel, it also rose her yearning exquisitely. She needed him inside at once.
"InuYasha." She demanded, lifting her hip until he held her with a hand, pressing the tip of his fingers against her flesh, just before pushing himself inside her, taking her breath away.
For fuck's sake.
To be continued.
A/N
I also thought there wouldn't be a lemon, yet here we are.
I hope you've enjoyed the chapter.
Kisses and thanks for keeping me company.
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
