A/N: I apologize for being heavy handed with symbols and motifs. But Kagome isn't the only person needing to be freed/rescued in this story. I also apologize for the long wait in between chapters. Also... warning. This chapter is rated M for... explicit lemons. Not limes. LEMONS.

Disclaimer: As always, I'm making no profit off of this. It is strictly for fun and because I love these characters and wish to explore their depths and better my writing. Thank you for your critiques and I hope you've enjoyed the chapters so far.

Freeing someone of the constraints of an illusion was a hard thing to do, particularly when they'd so willingly believed the lie rather than accept the truth from the very beginning. It wasn't asking for too much considering Kyoya had refused Renge's advances upon their first meeting. Nevertheless, it didn't make this any less hard. Luckily, everyone was enthralled with being helped by the medics and the teachers who'd swamped the hallways with the intercom thundering over them to vacate outside as soon as possible, police had begun guiding the bottom floor and were working their way up, word already spreading that classes might be cancelled possibly for a week with the damage to the school... so most people weren't going to bother them with the hysterics going around and people filing out terrified of the school collapsing on their heads. Of course, that didn't mean what had transpired wouldn't make it around the school before the end of the day along whispers among the internet and cell phones that were busily clicking to transfer every bit of gossip from that day at the host club.

The Host Club had remained behind, ushering their fan club out the door towards safety, informing them they'd be out in a while. A ruse to buy them time until the police and medics made it to their floor.

A chipped teacup rested in Renge's manicured hands. Etiquette was drilled into her to remark on the jasmine smell, but honestly Renge didn't know where to begin talking for once as her mind wrapped around everything that had transpired. She set down the tea cup. Picked it up again. And set it back down, leaving it full to the brim with tea. They sat there as if she were about to have her very own personal host, it looked like any other day within the club minus the fact that the club hosts and herself were all alone. Even the smile fixed on Renge's face mirrored that of an eloquent porcelain doll, one whose string had come undone in the back so she couldn't recite what she should in this situation. It was totally off script. The only thing that belied this wasn't a normal day the fact that an earthquake had taken place, the facade was gone, torn asunder. Cracks along the mirage had revealed itself for the truth. And Renge was disillusioned of her world at once.

This was just a room. These were just young men. And the love that had always presented itself in this room was nothing but a sham, none of it was real. All of it was words. The friendship was genuine, but it was obvious that the hosts weren't in love with any of their guests. After all, how could seven men be involved with a room full of different women all the time, not that Renge had ever gotten the idea that Haruhi was interested in any of them. Haruhi had a sort of indifference...

"Do you understand, Renge?" It came through the white noise that rang in her ears. "Renge?"

"What was that?" Renge snapped out of it upon hearing her name repeated once more by Kyoya. Mori and Honey guarded the doors to make sure that none had decided to check this room. They had minutes at most before they were found by rescue teams checking the entirety of the school. Hikaru and Haruhi were absent, taking their own moment to settle down in the bathroom. Haruhi had shown surprising concern over the elder twin. And it was now that Renge could see the real members of the Host Club, the faces behind the facade. The emotions that hide themselves from others, like the fact that Hikaru and Haruhi were on their way to falling in love with each other. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," she apologized, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

Kyoya felt Kagome's hands give his own a squeeze and surprising him, she kowtowed before Renge with tears flowing down her cheeks in an apology. Kyoya followed after, shocking his friends at the change in his demeanor since their quiet host had joined. She'd brought the human back in him. "I don't understand," murmured Renge.

"We'd like to apologize. I'd like to apologize." It wasn't just one woman he was glancing at when he said this. Silver eyes lingering on the one beside him. The shadow lord sat up and gestured to the three of them. "When my father made the arrangement that we should be married he had no idea that I was involved with someone else." Kyoya rose those eyes back up to Renge and Kagome also sat up, the both of them feeling like embarrassed and guilty teens having been caught by their parents making out.

"You and Kagome are-were, no wait, are involved?"

"It wasn't an interest of love that your parents considered the marriage. It was an interest of money," spoke up Tamaki, making his way to sit beside Renge. He wanted to help his friends out as best as he could and wanted to prevent as much heartache as possible from happening. He'd already seen Kagome's share of unhappiness from this arranged marriage, he didn't need to see Renge cry as well. And Tamaki knew that a marriage without love wasn't a happy one, or at least he'd gathered that from the fact that his father had never remarried after his divorce. How could he? Tamaki knew his father was still desperately in love with his mother. To hold onto that through everything. Money was commonplace and made bitter enemies in comparison to the rarity of love and he'd gotten to witness it in this very room between his best friend and another host member.

"So... you don't really want to marry me, Kyoya?" Her voice hitched for a moment, but it was odd. Renge didn't feel a tearing sensation at her heart like she'd read about in manga or novels. If she'd really been in love... shouldn't she be angrier? Shouldn't she pitch a fit or feel something more? Feel at least slighted by the "other woman" in question?

Knowing there was nothing else Kagome could do, Kagome listened to her heart and put everything into the few words that she could get out. "Sor-ry, Ren-ge." Having Kyoya constantly by her side since she'd returned to this time had made all the difference in saving her from herself and what she'd become, a husk of life. She wished she could let Renge know how much it meant to Kagome to be able to love again. Tiny hands clasped around her neck and Kagome broke the chain that she'd so long had enshrined her neck. It was the one thing that remained there to remind her of a former life she'd shackled herself to mourning for years. The ring slid off into her palm and clattered onto the floor. This time, Kagome allowed it to remain there.

The two women stared at each other for a long time, knowing that they were great friends and realizing that it was their friendship that was truly in jeopardy. "You've finished mourning." Tears sprang into Renge's eyes and the next thing she did shocked all host members present. "Oh, Kagome!" Arms found themselves wound about the priestess and lovingly embracing her. Kyoya was completely forgotten altogether. "It's okay! You're my best friend!" The heiress pulled away and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket. "Kyoya didn't even propose! So, I guess it never really was a real engagement, huh?" The laughter was genuine. Kagome smiled thankfully at Renge. "I want love, Kagome. I guess I was just hoping..." The priestess nodded at Renge's response and was so grateful. There were a million ways this could've gone wrong and yet Renge had given them the one way it could've gone right. It reminded her too much of when she and Miroku had to explain themselves to Inuyasha and Sango. Their bitterness had lasted close to a week, but it had ended up quite similarly with Sango hating giving the cold shoulder and Inuyasha shuffling to ask Kagome to fix him a bowl of ramen.

Tamaki patted his fellow French companion on the back, "You'll find love one day, Renge. Of this there's no doubt." There was knocking at their door and calls from outside of it seeing if there was anyone inside. The rescue team had made it to their floor to check and see if there were still students that needed help.

"But we still have a dilemma," said Kyoya, wasting no time to engage in another viable ally. "Renge, don't alert your father just yet. If we don't manage to stay together outside, I need you to meet us at that bakery I sent you sweets from, as soon as possible."

Renge nodded. "This is a mission of extreme importance, my princess," murmured Tamaki, grabbing Renge by the hand and helping her up from the floor. Kaoru nodded at Mori and Honey and the duo slid the rod out from the looped handles and allowed the rescue team to bust in.

It had taken an hour or so to make it here after the terror sweeping through Japan. Role calls had been made. No real progress had been made in that aspect as students had fled to their homes with their valets and attendants. Faculty were making inquiries on phones for missing students. So, naturally the Host Club had disappeared in the mess. Returning to their own homes had been easily avoided after Mr. Suoh had seen them in the crowd and that they were safe. As long as he could vouch to their parents of their safety then they were fine making their escape. And so it was no surprise that Rin and Inuyasha had been patiently waiting in their bakery for phone calls, watching the news, hoping for information that their little group was alright.

Now, after a proper explanation and food to calm the nerves... Renge felt unrestrained in her enthusiasm for something that she should've disapproved of as it wasn't going to benefit her father's business dealings. The school would gossip about her as well. But for once, Renge didn't care about the spotlight. She was still gushing as Kyoya told of his father's disdain for Kagome's upbringing.

"So, all this time you two have been?"

They nodded wondering what her reaction would be. So far it hadn't been anything they could've imagined. Renge's eyes shone as she murmured giddily, "Forbidden love hidden away! I'm so lucky to have played a part in this! I'm the woman who will help renew your love while falling for another I'd never have dreamed of loving. Or at least, that's how it's supposed to go in any good manga or anime," she stated matter-of-factly as if expecting life to be scripted. Renge shook her head at Kagome's worried expression. "I know life isn't like that, Kagome. It's just nice to imagine sometimes," she admitted with a bashful nod of the head.

"The French broad is taking this better than expected," whispered Inuyasha to his wife.

"Oh shush," Rin said admonishing him on the shoulder with a smack and pushing Inuyasha back into the kitchen. "Leave them alone and get back in the kitchen where you belong, Yasha."

"But I want coffee," he griped, making his way to the end of the bar where a pot brewed.

"Kagome, you saved my life," exclaimed Renge, "you really are the priestess from the story!"

"Yeah, we saw it glowing hands-"

"And all," finished Kaoru for Hikaru.

"And you saved Japan," chirped Honey. Now that tidbit the others hadn't caught onto as quickly.

Kagome wrote out on a note card and passed it to Renge. "Why do you want to keep everything secret about you and Kyoya?"

"My father forbids it," replied Kyoya over his cup of coffee. "I need a better deal for your father to make him refuse mine." Not so subtle was the hint for help.

It was a quandary that they were in. The whole Host Club were deep in thought while Rin came over to sit at the long rectangular table to think alongside them. The door tinkled acknowledging the presence of another guest and an unmistakable demon lord came in carrying a snazzy brief case. "Why can't I tell my father that I don't want to marry you?"

"It wouldn't be believable," stated Kyoya.

"The whole reason you came to Japan was originally because of Kyoya," asserted Haruhi, remembering the stir Renge had caused.

The businessman pulled up a chair and came to sit directly in between Kyoya and Kagome, snapping his briefcase onto the desk and earning the attention of everyone in the room at last. He uncharacteristically rolled his eyes. "Hnn. Blatancy stares you in the face," he admonished his heir. This was child's play. The great lord who'd strategically helped in battles felt a mite discouraged that he was now helping solve lovelorn complications. Then again, nothing was different, politics and marriage often went hand in hand during his period. Why should centuries change that? The fact that this new era was similar was rather refreshing. The demon lord turned those huge golden eyes on Renge, eyes that said they would not have any disagreements with what he said. "Broach your father your desires not for an arranged marriage, but rather for finding love on your own. Imply that your affections may lie elsewhere." If there was one thing that Sesshomaru knew about the head of the Ootori and Houshakuji family it was that they differed where it concerned their children. Yoshio Ootori had pawned off his daughter in a marriage for his benefit, but Mr. Houshakuji would never do such a thing. He lived to make his only child absolutely happy.

"It would be more convincing if there was someone she always associated with that she could flirt with," suggested Kyoya.

The gaze of all in the room pointedly fell upon Tamaki who was checking his reflection in his spoon.

"Sem-pai," coughed Haruhi, trying to get their host club prince's attention.

He unsuccessfully hid behind his spoon upon finding all eyes upon him. "What are all of you looking at me for? Am I too beautiful to behold? Oh! I know, it's the violet I'm wearing today!" He raised his cuffs to show violet pins on it. "It brings out my eyes!" Was there ever a more preening beautiful peacock?

"You mean, Tamaki?" Renge was flabbergasted. Her mind reeled at ideas of them cavorting in their own romantic drama.

"Makes sense," began Kaoru.

"With you both being French," ended Hikaru.

"There was a dinner date mentioned that never took place," began Sesshomaru, recalling a tidbit Kagome had told him about in passing... 'told' meaning she wrote him letters keeping him up to date on everything that had transpired since she began pursuing Kyoya. He'd wanted all the impertinent and commonplace details.

"Yes, my father had to reschedule it because he had to go back to Paris for mama's photo shoot."

"Hold the party as an apology to the Ootori family. Bring the whelp," he said with a nod towards Tamaki, "as proof. Contact all of society and the Ootori head today." That would clear up the complications that no doubt the school buzz had possibly caused. Kyoya's cell phone had been conveniently left at the school, knowing full and well his father would be spitting mad into the phone after hearing about the scene at Ouran. "Explain that there is a new deal on the table that you would like to present."

"What deal?" Renge asked curiously.

"My deal," replied the demon lord, patting his heir confidently on the shoulder. With that the demon lord left them stunned as he'd had a full conversation with them. He stood up and promptly took Inuyasha's coffee from his shell-shocked figure at how conversational his half-brother had been.

Kagome shared a startled look with Kyoya. They both knew the implications of Sesshomaru's words. The only way to lure Mr. Ootori away from a broken engagement was with another one. Both of them knew in their hearts that they desired the other. But marriage? Were they ready for that? Before either one could digest the full extent of married life- "Takashi, can we eat cake now?"

That dinner date that Renge would be inviting everyone to. He knew his father would undoubtedly be wishing to see how Kagome stacked up against Renge, prove to his son that she had no right to belong in their world. But of course, he'd yet to speak to the man. That talk was soon in coming, especially with the evening approaching. Kyoya shouldn't have been surprised when he'd tried to buy the food Rin and Inuyasha had supplied their little group with. His credit card was promptly denied. It was still embarrassing. At least, it would've been even more so had Kyoya been the man he was before he'd met Kagome. He kept a cool front and agreed to accept the food as a gift before leaving with Kagome on the short walk back to her home while the others went in their own directions.

"Might I use your house phone when we get home?" Kyoya asked her, realizing belatedly that he was already referring to her place as his own. He went over there as often as he went to Tamaki's house. Mostly because his own home was such a discomfort. The priestess bobbed her head, worry present in her eyes. Kyoya held her hand reassuringly. "He's no doubt angry," he admitted. There it was. The mask. It had slipped right back on him and Kagome knew the difference. This was the face Kyoya had when he was hurt and didn't want others to see the real him. It pained her that even now there were some things he didn't feel like he could share. How long had that instinct for self-preservation been ingrained in him?

The halt of her footsteps on the shrine steps had him stopping as well. So much had happened. An earthquake, friendships renewed, plotting, and the world went on turning. And yet people were still too hesitant even on the precipice of life and death to say what they meant. "Shay-re," she spoke up.

"Share," he repeated. Of course, no relationship worked without communication. Something his own parents lacked. Sure, his mother had done her duty and had four children, three of them boys... but his parents rarely ever spoke to each other, always keeping up the pretext in high society of a happy marriage. "Okay," he agreed, nodding his head. Always he'd tried to impress his father. Now it was, the more growing up he was doing the more Kyoya was realizing that he wanted to be nothing like the man. Kyoya would never make the mistakes his father had made. "After I call my father, we'll talk." And depending on the conversation over the phone he may need to request staying the night. Or a couple of nights.

The earthquake had apparently caused a few fractures within the area of Tokyo, hitting their school among a few other places in the hometowns of the riche mostly. One of those places being the west wing of Hikaru and Kaoru's home. Their wing. The twins huffed in aggravation upon learning about this on the phone. "Of course it'll be rebuilt in a day," griped Hikaru. They were walking down the street from the sweet shop, taking the chance to just relax under the oddly beautiful day despite the earlier terrifying events from mother nature. Most of the shops were closed along the streets. People who weren't home already with their loved ones were rushing there. A few signs hung askew and there were more cracks in the sidewalks than usual. Ambulances and police cars could still be heard. Frightening as it was and perhaps rather callous as the twins were, they didn't care.

"They'll probably remodel the whole house," muttered Kaoru. "You know how mom is." She would take this opportunity no doubt to implement new styles she'd seen on her travels abroad. Their mother would suggest staying in a penthouse or a condo they owned, neglecting the fact that the twins were homebodies, like their father, who preferred not leaving their main home. Sure, condos and penthouses were nice, but they weren't home.

And Haruhi's feet became blocks of cement at the mention of parents. Her father. Her phone! Hands desperately patted her school jacket and chaotically began dumping things out of her school bag. On her knees, Haruhi began searching through the items on the sidewalk. Where was it? Dear god! Why hadn't she called her father?! Why hadn't she wondered at his not phoning her? It must've gotten lost in the hustle and bustle of the school. Her father would've called the shadow ki- but Kyoya hadn't had his phone. His leaving it behind had been intentional.

"Haruhi?"

"Hikaru, can I use your phone?" Hikaru was taken aback by the tears she showed.

"Haruhi, what's wrong? Why are you making that face?" He tactlessly asked, immediately forfeiting the phone over. Hikaru bent down, an arm holding onto her elbow while Kaoru began to help place Haruhi's stuff back in her bag.

"I haven't heard from my dad." As selfish as their lives had been, Hikaru and Kaoru had never known fear as they did at that moment for anyone outside of their own family. For someone they didn't even know or consider their plaything; Ranka. As quickly as the rings came on the phone, they were desperately slow for the trio crouching on the sidewalk. None of them moving. Hikaru was praying for Ranka. Praying with all his might to pick up that damned phone and guarantee Haruhi that he was safe. The phone went to voice mail, they could hear it with the silence passing between them. "He's not answering," she whispered. Her voice rose a nervous octave. She dialed again and waited. Hoping. No one picked up. A tremble in her voice made the elder twin fear with her. "Hikaru, he's not answering."

Oh, there was no denying it now. Not that he felt terrible. In fact, it was a bit liberating as he picked up the phone on Kagome's dresser in her darkened bedroom. The only light in the room came through the window with the quickly setting sun. Kyoya knew full and well the number would be traced, not that it mattered anymore. Of course, he answered on the first ring. "Hello father," Kyoya smoothly drawled out.

"You will explain to me why Renge's father called to say the engagement is off?" No worries over where he'd been. No asking after his health. His heart was stone itself.

"What reason did he give you father?"

"It appears she's in love with someone else."

"As am I," he responded. Kyoya glanced about, not wishing for the ardor of his heart finding that tidbit out just yet. He'd rather tell her himself. Luckily, she was still in the connecting bathroom to her bedroom, washing up after their ordeal. Mrs. Higurashi had been beside herself upon seeing them safe and had instantly went outside to tell the neighbors they didn't need to notify her if they saw Kagome passing by. Shippo had fallen asleep in a mess of anxious spent energy on the couch downstairs. Her grandfather and Souta were in the den watching the news for more information on the impact of the quake. And Kyoya sat in this cheerfully girly bedroom speaking with his father.

"You've cost us one of the greatest-" Kyoya pulled the phone away from his ear and let his father get it all out. Profanity, anger, being defied. He set the phone down on the pillow next to him and let his father rage a bit before rubbing at the bridge of his nose and taking off his glasses. He was having a ripe headache already without all the yelling.

"Father," he cut in, placing the phone back to his ear.

"Do you think you're better than your brothers? That you don't need to impress me-"

"I don't," he interrupted. "What I think I'm doing right now is making my own decisions."

"I'll disown you," Mr. Ootori threatened just as Kagome came out of her bathroom in her baby blue pajamas and toweling her hair. "You're no longer allowed home." And Kyoya knew from looking at her worried eyes that this place was his home. She'd always been his home. Her love and care for him were all that he needed.

"Disown me if you wish. I've enough contacts of my own."

"I'm no longer paying your tuition."

"I have my own funds," Kyoya quipped. He was heartily glad he'd begun investing and making profits at such a young age. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, father, but it's my future, not yours. I'll see you at the party." And he hung the phone up on her dresser and slunk against her bedpost. He looked so forlorn with his glasses hanging from the collar of his shirt. Disappointment in his eyes over his father's reaction. Words of comfort sprang to her mind, but Kagome could say nothing and for that she hated the curse for not being able to provide comfort for him. So, she did what she could. His girlfriend sat on the bed and reached out to take his face in her hands, which he tilted his face into and kissed her palm gently. This man. The same man who'd mocked her asking if she were mute. The same man she'd loathed upon their first meeting. When had he become so gentle with her? Kagome kissed him for all she was worth.

The kiss lasted for how long? Neither knew. Different templates they'd sampled of kisses. Their first kiss followed by hungry kisses stolen at the club. Kisses of longing. Secret ones. But this, this was different. It sent a thrumming to his heart and a spark of hope. Those lips drinking him in, leading the dance. The playful nips and tugs, bringing cheer to him. The readiness to taste her tongue in his mouth. Feeling her climb over his limbs, hands in his hair to keep him with her. The drunkenness of her touch and the tinkle of laughter that followed when Kagome pulled away and his lips chased after.

Being alone would never be a problem for him. So long as Kyoya had Kagome. The world and his troubles slipped away around them as her lips caressed his forehead. She'd reminded him what real love was. Acceptance.

Eager arms wrapped around her, gently guiding her to lay back on the bed, as he turned the kiss back on her. Kyoya wanted Kagome to know just how grateful he was for her being in his life. Fingers knit into her wet onyx hair, holding her as if he feared to break her in his grasp. He knew she was strong. Far stronger than she appeared. And for once, Kyoya didn't mind letting someone else bear some of the weight resting on his shoulders. Someone knowing his concerns and seeing his problems. Because, despite his father's disregard for her upbringing, Kyoya knew that Kagome was his equal in every way.

Without any reservation, Kagome reached out and placed his glasses on the dresser, and a lone finger hooked in his tie and began sliding it loose. Kyoya didn't question the unbuttoning of his shirt. Didn't even think of it -hell, he was preoccupied with other things when she bit that sensitive ear of his, sending a spike of lust straight to his cock. It was only when skilled lips touched his bared chest and steady hands trailed along his rib cage that his mind began piecing together what his girlfriend was leading him to. "Kagome?" Piercing blue eyes rose to his. That look. He'd told her if she looked at him like that again... And here he was, completely unsure on territory he'd never crossed before. Kagome had the upper hand here. "Are you sure?" His own nerves made him wonder whether or not he should be asking himself that question instead.

A brief nod. Just as he was about to protest in favor of waiting- her bold hand cupped what was straining against his pants for attention. Peering down he could see her perky breasts so clear and beautiful, bra less and free under her cotton night shirt as she worked her way down following that nest of hair that led to a place he'd only heatedly dreamt of her visiting with that mouth of hers. It took only moments for Kagome to loosen the button and slide his pants and silken boxers down his hips in a hush. Each moment, each proud erect inch of him that she saw, was savored. There would be no rushing frenzy of passions. The world wasn't asking her to save it anymore and there were no more monsters lurking in bushes to take the jewel. Just the two of them. In her bedroom. Safe.

Soft lips ghosted light kisses over his length and it was an appreciative moan he let out when she welcomed his shaft into her warm mouth. Bliss ran through his entire body at the caress of her tongue on him, rolling him around in that velvety cavern. Her tongue traced out patterns on the underside of his shaft before taking him as deeply as she could go. He bucked and gripped onto her dark hair. Dear god, what she was doing to him surpassed anything he could've ever imagined. Eyes blinked back the sheer pleasure making his mind lose all coherency. "Kah-" his breath caught in his throat, "-gome," he managed to choke out. She paused in her ministrations. His cock twitched with extreme longing when she gazed back at him with question marks in her eyes.

He didn't want to cum before getting to the main course. But how could he let her know that without feeling embarrassed? A shine came in his eyes. He just had to divert her attentions elsewhere. "Lay on your back," he commanded urgently, switching places now so that she was on the receiving end. Hands shook trying to take her shirt off. Kagome touched them and the look in her eyes said it all. There was no need to be nervous about doing this. No need to fear he'd disappoint her. She boldly took charge and tore the shirt off giving him quite the eye full that practically had him salivating. Kyoya shook his head, mentally chiding himself, and at once he shifted to that cool type she'd seen day in and day out at the Host Club. The type that did what he wanted without any repercussions. In her bed he could have her whatever way he wanted. He was naked before her figuratively and literally with his member at full throbbing attention pressed against her belly.

In a fervor of bold exploration, his fingers trailed every crook and cranny of her body. He would know it all. Hooking his fingers around the sides of her cotton panties he began the process of tugging them down her long slender legs that raised up to help in his mission. He paused to kiss the inside of her leg, starting at the corner of her knee and placing her legs back until they were bent with feet flat on the bed, leaving her sex fully exposed to his viewing in this position. He considered it, having never seen one before aside from videos he'd watched, being the teenager he was. So smooth, pink as a peach, with lips wet to behold. Never a shy one when it came to gaining something in his favor, Kyoya's hands slid along her thigh to touch the apex of her center, spreading her apart. Tremors of anticipation ran through her and the soft sighs uttered from her mouth were all the reassurance that Kyoya needed. One at a time he slipped fingers into that wet chasm, curling gently, flicking back and forth with two digits. A particular spot had her hanging tightly onto the bed sheets with eyes clenched in amazement.

Curiosity led his brash mouth. He dove in, tongue sweeping determinedly tracing a path to the nerves at the top that were bringing her the most pleasure while the fingers inside her kept up a steady pace. His other hand lay splayed on her hand attempting to hold her in place. The hips that bucked against his mouth with the accompaniment of his action brought a smug smile to his lips. What Kyoya lacked in experience he made up with the enthusiasm of one who'd been a closeted pervert since he'd began to yearn for this woman. Soon enough hands fisted in his hair and Kagome's silent whimpers wracked in sync with her writhing. It was like he'd known exactly where her spot was, almost as if it were instinct. If it had anything to do with his past life as her former lover Kagome was thanking the heavens with everything she could muster as his mouth dutifully ravaged her until that final moment of ecstasy sent her hips gyrating upwards against his prodding tongue.

He supped on her juices, licking his lips clean, and trying to place the flavor of her. Unsurprisingly sweet. Kyoya ambled up along her body, the splayed hand on her stomach moving up to cup a tit. Those breasts were begging for attention and he couldn't ignore them any longer. He popped a supple nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently while his thumb rubbed at what had to be her button. Kagome couldn't handle it any longer, she reached down and guided his cock in her hand towards where she desired it most.

His eyes met hers. Hot silver clashing with steady blues. And they held contact as he slowly inched himself within her dripping wet folds that were more than welcoming for his cock. She watched the way his mouth hung open at the feeling of her constricting around him. An unbidden squeak came from Kagome as he slid into her. It had been a long time since she'd done this. Once they were joined, there was no holding them back. What started as a slow rhythm soon took off. Their bodies slapped with sweat making their skin cling to each other with each time he reared back. Fevered kisses and heated panting against each other's mouths affirmed that she wanted this as much as he did. When he rammed hard against her, Kagome could swear she'd never known completion until then. Pounding against her, watching those breasts sway, he was in an element he never knew he should have been a part of; making love with her. His mouth captured of one of those tantalizing tits and suckled for all he was worth, squeezing her ass with his hands while her legs wrapped around him in a vice-like grip to bring him closer to her pussy. It was the maddening feeling filtering through their bodies pure erotic ecstasy that made them hasten to their climax. He bit hard on her nipple while she dug her nails into his back, her mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure, their hips going and going, rubbing against that nub until he felt her walls contract. And when those walls began spasming and clenching onto his manhood in waves of bliss, Kyoya tortured her breasts with bites to keep from shouting out his own orgasm as his cock twitched inside her and shot out a hot load of cum.

His head fell against her neck and their heavy breaths and heaving sides were all the noise within the room as they held onto each other.

What had started as a terrible day had led to one that promised him that there would be tomorrows as he pulled out of her and lay against the bed in the laze that only came after a good fucking. Opening the window to bring in a good breeze to cool them down, Kagome then lay against his bare chest, resting and thanking the gods of sex -if they even existed- for what had just transpired. A giggle stole over her and she slumped against him contentedly. Protective arms wrapped around her and it was then that Kyoya realized a very important truth that had been gnawing at him since hours earlier when Sesshomaru had hinted at it. Kyoya wanted Kagome in all of his tomorrows; permanently.

As Kagome lay, entwined in Kyoya's gentle arms she felt an overwhelming peace settle over her soul. True, she was capable of finding her own happiness in life. But Kyoya had brought a spice with it she could not refrain from admitting helped. Eyes closed she softly thanked Miroku wherever he was. Though their love had been everything she'd dreamt of, her love -and yes, she could admit it was love now- for Kyoya was everything she'd never imagined love could be. A soft slumber swept over the lovers rather quickly with the stars glowing down on their union. Their hearts beating in sync together as a night wind blew through the window, making the curtain dance, and a stray phantom of light seemed to stretch out from the moon and gently brushed Kagome's neck. In her sleep she batted at it, feeling the faint chill there. A glow, as if a cloud of starlight itself, settled around her throat and sank within her skin. And at once the light dimmed from her window and all was normal again.

A/N: Did I just write a sex scene in this chapter? I was honestly debating whether or not to add sex now... but I felt intimacy fit here. Also, *clears throat* unlike what these characters did in this situation, please know protection is always your friend. Stay safe. *thumbs up*