Warnings for this chapter: A bit of limey goodness.
A/N: -dodges a rock thrown at my head- Woah, guys, chill. -gets pelted- OK, I'M SORRY! I was out of town for the week, and my laptop didn't have internet. Sorry...:( Please forgive me! Also, yay for time skips! You'll know what I mean:D I never clearly said what grade they were in when this all started, so use your imagination as to how long they've been together. -wink- Lots of love, Kel.
Ayame closed the door to the girl's bathroom and sighed. There was sitting Kagome on one of the sinks, tears running silently down her cheeks.
Ayame had always made a point to stay away from the school's bathrooms. You were lucky if there was soap, let alone toilet paper. They hadn't had paper towels since she was a sophomore. The paint on the walls was chipping and pealing, and people had written all over the doors. Here you could see the school's latest gossip, such as, 'Call Minoru for a good time!' Witten sloppily in a red sharpie, followed by a phone number. Also, we find that 'Leiko is a bitch'. How enlightening.
"Kagome, are you ok?" She asked, dodging some wet toilet paper on the floor, and hopping up on the sink next to her.
"I guess." She said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Her makeup was smeared, and her eyes were red and puffy with red streaks running down her face.
Ayame went into the nearest bathroom to find it was out of toilet paper. How typical. She went to the next one to find that it was almost out. She pulled on the roll, emptying the scratchy paper in her hand. She went back to the sink and got it damp before handing it to Kagome to wipe her eyes.
"He's a jerk Kagome, why don't you just forget about him?"
"I can't!" She cried out. "I know he's an idiot, I know he's a pompous bastard, but all of that just doesn't seem to matter!" She lowered her voice. "I think I love him."
Ayame's eyes widened. This was worse than she thought. "Maybe you should tell him how you feel." She told her.
"I can't do that!" She exclaimed. "He doesn't like me like that! I would make a complete idiot out of myself."
"Well, you'll never know until you ask him." She said gently. "But for now, how about we go back out there and have a good time. Inuyasha can wait, because tonight, we're going dancing."
Kagome smiled softly, and threw the wad of paper into the wastebasket, following Ayame back out onto the dance floor. She spotted Kouga almost immediately to see that he was chatting with Ginta and Hakkaku. "Hi boys." She said cheerily, smiling at the three of them. Kagome had wandered off to find Hojo and apologize for her fight with Inuyasha. It must have really hurt his feelings.
"Hey Ayame!" Hakkaku exclaimed.
"Having a good time?" Ginta finished for him.
"Yeah, great!" She said, right before Kouga pulled her to him and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Although it was just a step up from a peck, and there was no tongue involved, it still left her breathless.
"We're going to go dance some more." Kouga announced. "We'll see you guys later. Stay out of trouble, got it?"
Both of them glanced at Ayame. "I think that we should be the one telling you that." They teased.
Kouga rolled his eyes and lead his girl out onto the dance floor. "So how'd it go with Kagome? Is she giving up on Dog-turd?"
"Nope. She claims that she loves him." She said, letting him enclose her in his strong arms as they swayed to the music which was much soft and slower by now. She sighed, and rested her head against his chest. She felt so warm and safe.
"Well, I guess you can't argue with love." He said vaguely.
"Yeah, I guess not."
"Where does this go?" Kouga asked, trying to balance the large brown cardboard box while getting a good look at the label.
"Well what's the tag say?" Ayame yelled from somewhere in the kitchen.
"Uh…" He switched arms, turning it around so the little white tag with large neat handwriting was facing him. "Sheets. Not fragile. May be thrown roughly." He paused, a wolfish grin spreading across his face, showing two twin fangs. "I see you've been getting creative with the labels again, Ayame."
She ignored his last comment. "It goes in the linen closet!"
He shrugged and deposited the box next to the closet. He grabbed another one from the truck. "Pots and pans." He announced, "Well, actually just pots, I think." He read it over again. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"
"Well, it is just pots!"
"Then why'd you put pans on here too then?"
"Because it sounded better! And that goes in the kitchen."
He did as he was told, placing the heavy box in the kitchen. Ayame was in there already, unpacking a box full of plates and glasses. "The truck's almost empty," He said in a seductive voice, hugging her from behind. "Whatever will we do when we're finished?" He added suggestively.
"Don't think that just because we're living together that you're going to get any." She announced, removing herself from his grasp, and returning to unpacking.
"But-but." He stuttered, looking dejected.
"We talked about this. I'm only moving in here with you because none of the girls I know are going to collage here, and I can't afford to have an apartment to myself. This doesn't change the fact that we're going to wait till we're married until we're intimate."
He perked up. "Can we get married then?"
"No." He appeared crestfallen once more. "First of all, you're just doing it for sex. And secondly, we're just starting collage! We can't afford to start a family right now."
"We don't have to start a family, we could be careful." She glared at him.
"There's no guarantee that that stuff works you know. And we're too busy right now, school starts in another two weeks. We need to wait until we're ready."
"I am ready!" He whined, then he got a dreamy look in his eye. "What beautiful pups we'll make."
Ayame blushed red, averting her eyes shyly. She made herself seem preoccupied by starting to unpack another box. He pulled her back to him, locking his eyes onto hers. "Is it so wrong that I want to make love to the woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with?" He asked, running the back of his hand along her cheek tenderly.
Uh-oh. Kouga's in his prime tonight, she may be in trouble. Ayame gulped. "I-I" She stuttered.
Kouga gently pressed his lips to where her jaw met her neck, trailing his kisses lower at an excruciatingly slow rate. Ayame's mind seemed to freeze and he lifted her shirt a bit to rest his hand on the skin of her hip. She tilted her head back unconsciously, giving him better access to her neck as her eyes fluttered closed in bliss.
"Kouga," She breathed, instinctively gripping his scalp, and pulling him closer to her. "We can't do this."
She made no move to stop him when he started to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the milky soft skin beneath it. She felt tingly inside, as heat pooled in the depth of her stomach. Her skin felt hot, she couldn't breath right. She moaned softly as he started to feel her breast through the thin fabric of her bra.
He sucked harder on her neck, desperately wanting to taste her, but he refrained from giving her a bite. "I want to feel you." He mumbled into her neck, "I want to feel all of you."
He pushed her back against the countertop, rubbing circles on her hip with his hand. His hand soon made its way to the button of her pants, and he played with a moment before pushing away from her completely.
What a sight she was for him, it was all he could do to not just take her right now against the kitchen sink. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing heavy. She was gripping the counter unconsciously with both hands, and her shirt was unbuttoned, giving him a pretty good view of her lacy bra.
"I just remembered, we're supposed to wait until we're married." He said mockingly, giving her a superior smirk. She just glared at him.
Well, people always say that collage is interesting.