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Warnings for this Chapter: Yummy limey goodness. Nothing to major. She gives him a hand job, but that's about it.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry that I didn't get this chapter out sooner! (But I have an excuse, I swear!) I went out of town for a few days, then it was my sister's birthday. When I was out of town, I was virtually in the middle of nowhere, and couldn't upload new chapters. I'm sorry! But I made it a bit longer just to make up for it! Please review!
Ayame giggled at his actions. "Kouga! I have to go home and get ready for the dance!"
"You're no fun." He said with a pout. "And maybe I don't want to go to the dance." He added suggestively.
"But you promised!" He started to kiss the junction of her neck and shoulder, sucking lightly so to not give her a hickey. She giggled again when he placed a heavy hand in her back pocket, pressing her firmer against the wall. "Kouga, if you pull me down one more random alleyway, I swear I'll-"
"Yes I know, you'll castrate me. You know, I wouldn't mind that quite so much just as long as you did it with your bare hands."
"You pervert!" She said in mock anger. But she gave into his request and slipped her hand into his pants and started to knead his groin. He growled softly, and kissed her neck harder, trailing up to her jaw and eventually getting to her lips. She started to knead him harder, feeling his arousal in her hand. He moaned softly, and started to roll his hips back and forth against her.
He took her lips in his own, and kissed her with a vigor that could only be explained by his love for her. Tongues clashed, hands wandered, and bodies ached for release. "Kouga," She panted out when he went back to kissing her neck because she needed to catch her breath. "I need to get home and get ready."
He growled gently into her neck, and felt her shiver. He pulled away from her and took in her flushed face and heavy breathing with a satisfied smirk. He knew that he was the only one who could do this to her, and that made him feel as though he had at least done something right in life.
"Alright, but you'd better look gorgeous tonight for making me stop. And letting you stop." He hadn't even cum yet!
She smiled softly at him. "I'll see what I can do."
When Ayame finally reached home, (Kouga hadn't pulled her into to many alleyways after that,) she saw that Kagome's car was already in her driveway.
"Where have you been?" Kagome jumped up from the couch when she walked in the front door.
"Sorry, I got a little sidetracked."
"Well come on! We have to get ready!"
After Kagome had found out that Inuyasha was going with Kikyou, she decided to finally give in, and go with Hojo. (He had asked her what, like 12 times?) Ayame knew that she didn't really like him, but was just hoping that Inuyasha would get jealous. And everyone knew that he would.
"Can I do your hair?" Kagome asked suddenly.
"Uh, sure. I guess."
The other girl squealed in delight, and rushed over, pulling Ayame's red hair out of its two traditional pigtails. Her soft auburn locks fell around her face, and Kagome squealed again. "Your hair is so pretty Ayame, why don't you ever leave it down?"
The girl shrugged, "It gets in the way."
Kagome seemed satisfied with the answer, and started tugging and twisting her hair, refusing to let her look at it until she was finished.
"Come on, get dressed already you bastard." Inuyasha yelled through the door to where Kouga was dressing.
"May I ask why you are here again?"
"No you may not!"
"No, seriously. Why the hell are you in my house getting dressed for this stupid dance! I hate your guts! As I'm sure you do mine."
"Well, Ayame's getting ready with Kagome, right? I was just wondering if you were planning on going over there…" Inuyasha trailed off, trying to think of good excuse as to why he wanted this information.
"I'm going over to pick her up before the dance before it starts, yeah." Kouga said, opening the door while he was still pulling up with black dress pants. "And I know that Hojo is going over there too to pick up Kagome. Knowing him, he'll even be early."
"Oh." Was all he could come up with to say.
"Listen Inuyasha, you're going with Kikyou. You made your choice. Live with it, and get out of my house!"
"But I need somewhere to get ready."
"Well why here?"
"Because I think its fun to get on your nerves."
"Ayame, you look stunning!" Kagome exclaimed, watching in awe as the red-headed girl spun around in her new dress.
Kagome had liked her hair down so much that she left most of it hanging loose. She had curled it in soft red curls that hung around her face, and two twin twists starting in the front, and connecting in the back of her head.
Her dress was fabulous. A soft green complimented her eyes perfectly, and the style suited her body well. It had a nice halter top that still seemed modest, but could give you a good flash of cleavage at the right angle.
"You look great too." She told Kagome, taking in her light red spaghetti strap dress with a nod of satisfaction.
"Great, thanks!" The doorbell rang, and Kagome got up to answer it. From the conversation the Ayame could hear, it was Hojo, and he was here to pick her up for the dance. "I'll see you at the dance later Ayame!" She yelled as she walked out the door with her date.
After waiting about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. She got up from the couch and smoothed out her dress before answering it. There stood an uncomfortable looking Kouga wearing a classic black tux. He must have invented the word handsome.
It was all he could do to not let him mouth drop when he saw Ayame. Gorgeous would be a drastic understatement. "You look…wow." He said, letting his eyes follow each soft curve of her dress. He gulped. Ok, he needed to stay in control.
She leaned over to him and gave him a soft peck on the lips. Far too soft for his liking when she was looking like that. He grasped her shoulders just as she was about to pulled away, and pulled her back to him. He settled his hand at the back of her neck, and tipped her head back to give him better access to her luscious mouth.
She submitted to him easily, allowing him to ravish her without question or complaint. He dominated the kiss, but she gave up a good fight. His spare hand traveled up to her breast and started to knead it through the thin fabric of her dress. He swallowed her gasp up hungrily.
"Kouga," She breathed out his name as if it was a moan. Oh, damn! Why does she have to be so sexy? He pressed his lips to her neck, not caring if he left a mark. If anything, he did want to leave a mark. "We have to go to the dance." By now, he had her pressed up against the wall, ravishing her impatiently.
"I don't wanna." He mumbled to the junction of her neck.
"Please?" She said sweetly, and then added in an innocent tone, "If you're good, I'll be all yours after the dance."
"You promise?" He said, still kissing her neck in-between words.
"Yeah."
"Ok! Let's go then!" He pulled away from her quickly, and took her hand, pulling her out the door.
"Ayame! I love your dress!" Sango exclaimed, fighting her way through the throng of people to get to her, Miroku in tow.
"Thanks! You look beautiful too! I love what you did with your hair." In order to be heard over the thumping music of the dance, they pretty much had to yell to be heard.
Sango gestured up to the two buns sitting atop her head, with several strands of hair loose around her face. "I had my brother help me with it. It's kind of weird that he's good with hair, but hey, it works."
Ayame giggled softly, but broke out into a complete laughing fit when Miroku's hand found its way to Sango's butt and she slapped him across the jaw yelling, "Pervert!" But the blush was painfully obvious on her cheeks.
"But Sango dearest," He wined, "you just look so ravishing tonight, I could not resist. I swear, this hand is cursed!" He held up his hand as if to make his point clear. Several years ago, the town's monastery caught fire, and Miroku helped save the monks from certain death. He burned his palm on the hot embers of a beam, fallen from the ceiling. Now he blamed the hand for all the problems he caused.
Sango stomped off, trying desperately to hide her blush. Ayame continued to giggle, noticing how obvious it was that they were perfect for each other. "May I have this dance?" Said a silky smooth voice from behind her. She turned to she it was Kouga, holding out his hand in proper invitation, despite the pounding music that didn't call for such formality. He was obviously mocking her by the soft smirk playing at his features.
"I would love a dance, fine sir." Ayame answered smoothly with equal form, giving him a curtsey before allowing him to lead her to the middle of the dance floor.
Kouga took her hips in his hands and pulled her closer to him, loving the way she draped her arms around his shoulders. He bent his head down, settling it in the crock of her neck, taking in her intoxicating scent before grinding his hips against hers to the beat of the music.
She found his rhythm, a swayed against him to the music. The music seemed to surround them and travel through them as they moved together. They were in their own little world where it was only the two of them and the music.
At least until they heard Kagome yelling at Inuyasha. "His name is Hojo!" She screamed at him.
"I don't care what Hobo over there's name is! I just wanted to dance with you!"
"Why don't you go dance with Kikyou!"
"Because I asked you, damn it!"
"Well I don't want to dance with an egotistical bastard like you! You brought her here, so why don't you dance with her!"
"Fine, I will then!"
"I hope you enjoy yourself, because I'm never talking to you ever again!" She stomped off in the direction of the bathroom. At least as well as you can stomp when you're surrounded by a horde of people.
"I should go talk to her." Ayame whispered. Well, it was more like talking normally with the loud music pounding in her ears.
"Do you have to?" Kouga mumbled into her neck, drunk on her scent. She probably wouldn't have heard him if his mouth hadn't been so close to her ear.
"Yeah, I'll be back in a few minutes, ok?" She pulled away from him reluctantly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before wandering off after Kagome.