Day 4 of InuKag Week 2020: Desire.

OKAY.

SO, I feel better about this after some light editing this morning, but I'm still unsure of this chapter. Definitely rated M for mature content; no smut (I ain't there yet LOL), but there is some description of the possibility of the act, just a heads up. I gift the dress to my friend superpixie42 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


He was a goner from the moment he had walked into the house. Downstairs, an old record player that had once belonged to her father set the mood, playing a light piano medley. She was upstairs, still putting on the final touches to her hair or her makeup. Inuyasha could already smell her perfume. Cherry blossoms in the spring, with a hint of old oak. It was one of the only perfumes that he could stand; most commercial perfumes were strong and whipped his sense of smell so hard that Inuyasha was usually unable to smell anything for the remainder of the night. He had taken to creating his own personal sauna with hot water and a towel to clear his sinuses when subjected to the potent stench. Kagome's perfume was different though, because it was made by youkai; A gift she had received from Kagura on her last birthday. She almost never wore perfume - her natural aroma of honey and jasmine more enticing than anything one could bottle - so she only wore it for special occasions, like tonight's fancy dinner date.

It was too bad they would never make it to their reservation.

Kagome had truly outdone herself tonight. Her dark, ebony locks twisted into a messy side bun, curly wisps of hair framing her unblemished face. She donned the most alluring silk dress. A deep blood red, the back swooped down low, hanging just above her hips, with a revealing v-shaped neckline. It was the straps that pushed him over the edge though, ribbons delicately tied into intricate bows on each shoulder. To Inuyasha, she looked like a Christmas present, and everyone knows the best thing about gifts is the act of unwrapping one.

They never even made it out of the parking lot. Kagome walked slightly ahead of him as soon as their car was in sight, putting her bow straps on full display. Inuyasha growled as he studied the way her dress aesthetically framed her bare shoulder blades. The shimmering fabric in the warm luminance of the nearby street lights made it look like she was bathed in liquid rubies. A slight breeze chilled the air, causing goosebumps to litter her skin; the puff of exhalation from the chill all too similar to the sounds she made when she was under him. It sent him over the edge.

Inuyasha had quickly dashed up behind her and slammed the passenger door shut as he dramatically spun her to face him and pushed her against the car door. Any bit of indignation she could have said was instantly drowned out by the possessive kiss he crushed on her. Instantly, their lips were locked in battle, fighting for dominance. Her tongue carefully flicked the edge of his fang, sending shivers down her spine, causing Inuyasha to tighten his hold on her. His hands roamed her body, caressing from her arms down to her hips, enjoying the soft feel of her skin and the silkiness of the dress. Her hands were bunched into his dress shirt, her knuckles turning white from the iron-like grip as she kept him as close to her as their bodies would allow.

This happened almost every time they got all dolled up for a date. Most nights, they would make it all the way to the restaurant before succumbing to the warmth of each other's bodies in the back of the car. Some nights, a pit stop was made on the way - usually in the back of the car, but sometimes more 'exotic' places like a motel or even wooded areas tucked away from the beaten path were acceptable places for acting on their urges. And sometimes, they would only ever make it as far as to the car. It was like a game for them. How far could they get before the desire to feel one another became too much, and who would yield first? Inuyasha was not very good at the game; unlike Kagome, he didn't have any reservations about bending her over wherever he saw fit, no matter how divulged to the public they found themselves. Unfortunately for her, it didn't take much for Inuyasha to break down her walls and get her eating out of the palm of his hand.

There was no end to how much he desired this little woman. It didn't seem to matter what Kagome wore - what color the dress was, the type of fabric, the style - or how she wore her hair, no other woman could turn him on like she could. She was strong, and kind, and talented. She loved with every inch of her heart, and her soul burned brighter than even the sun. Her body was intricate and beautiful. Like cursive, the curves of her breasts and hips were akin to the most stunning calligraphy. Each plump breast fit perfectly into each of his hands. He loved how her firm behind could nestle snugly into his throbbing manhood, or how her creamy thighs always seemed to wrap themselves around his waist.

They were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly into each other.

They were becoming more impatient, as Kagome found herself being unwrapped while she toyed with the buttons on his pants. Tonight, it seemed like they were going to break a new record; they might not even bother with the interior of the car.

Tonight was all about their desire, and nothing was going to stop them from acting on it.