Sorry dudes, but I have been working like a slave on this story, and there still seems to be no end in sight, but I think I may make this a two parter, so maybe I can continue, now that new events are popping up. I'm so sorry to make you wait so long, but I really was working hard, I got like, twenty pages written, so, here's to hard work!
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Mystical Hanyou - You're new, and sweet, too! I'm sorry to make you wait. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labour! Thanks!
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Sweet Temptation
Kagome came down the stairs in a white housecoat, towelling her wet hair dry. Sesshoumaru sat in front of the fire, his jacket hanging off the screen, steaming in the heat.
Sitting on the large black leather stool beside him, she nestled her way under his arm and flung one leg over his lap. Smiling, she looked up into his eyes as he grinned back down at her, before lifting her onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around her.
Amaya smiled at Daichi from the shadows behind them, and she took his hand to lead him away, but only succeeded in turning his back to the scene in front of the fireplace. He refused to budge, so when she tried to lead him away she was only yanked back, like a dog who'd reached the end of its tether. She wound up with one hand on his chest to brace herself, and, looking up into his eyes, she had to smile. He was so handsome…God, she'd missed him. Her mind flashed back to the afternoon they'd spent getting to know each other again, the day she'd come back to him. She realised now as he took her mouth gently with his that she'd only been existing since she'd left him; she hadn't begun to live again until she'd returned to his arms once more.
Kagome broke her kiss with Sesshoumaru and glanced over his shoulder. She giggled into his neck as she saw his parents kissing behind them in the dark doorway to the kitchen.
"What?" he murmured in her ear, his tongue tracing its way up to flick her earlobe. She pulled back, and, lifting her hands, she placed them on his head and made him turn it far enough to see what she'd seen. He smiled at the sight.
Turning his attention back to her, he remarked, "They have the right idea."
Grinning, she whispered in his ear, "Do you think we have time for a quickie before the others get here? If I don't live through this-"
He shook her gently. "Don't say it. You will live, Kagome. I promise!"
She smiled for him, but secretly she was still afraid for her life, and his. If he didn't make it…she didn't want to, either, but… she had to, for her sisters. She wondered when he had taken precedence in her heart over them.
Still, she would do her best to make it through, and she refused to leave him behind, no matter what might happen. She had more than herself to think about.
Quietly, so as not to disturb his parents, Sesshoumaru led her upstairs, to his room. Closing the door behind them, he reached out for her in the dark, only to touch bare skin. Her hand fumbled with his shirt buttons before, in her frustration, she simply ripped it open, buttons flying and clicking on the floor all around them. As she divested him of his clothing, he ran his hands all over her; memorizing her shape and the softness of her skin. In the back of his mind, he hoped that this encounter would result in her getting pregnant; he'd hate to leave her with nothing to love if he should not make it through the coming battle.
Kagome, too, hoped for the same thing, though she did not voice her thoughts. She consumed his mouth with hers, planting hot kisses all over him as he stood still and let her, but he could only stand so much attention before he began to steer her toward the bed, soft and warm in the cool air and thick darkness.
Laying over her, he kneed her legs apart and rested part of his weight on her, as she brought one smooth foot to slide up and down his leg, before hooking it over his backside, imprisoning him to her. Propping up her head with his arms, he lifted her neck so their lips met each other halfway, and when they parted for air, she sighed, completely content. Running her nails over his shoulder blades, he growled in his extreme pleasure. She knew just where he liked to be touched.
Determined not to let her have all the fun, he resolved to have her calling his name in five minutes or less. As he slid away from her face to leave a hot trail of saliva down her body with his tongue, he was rewarded when she called out to him after only a minute and a half.
That's a new record, he thought before she dug her fingernails into his scalp to hold him where he had stopped, above the dark patch that pointed the way to her most private area, and he worked her until she was moist and ready, before returning to her face to kiss her as he slid inside, in a move so smooth she barely felt him. Then, he began to move, and she locked both legs around him this time, determined to never let him withdraw from her.
As they both approached the edge, she spread her arms above her head and stretched, bringing them to his face and stroking his sweaty cheek as he panted, spent, before she kissed his forehead tenderly and held his head to her chest, running her fingers through his damp hair as his breathing slowed.
He felt his eyes grow heavy, and, wrapping his arms around her waist, he made himself comfortable atop her and whispered before sleep overtook him, "I love you, Kagome."
Grinning despite herself, she kissed the top of his head and pulled the blanket up over him, his body heat keeping her warm.
When his breathing evened out, indicating he was asleep, she whispered, "Thank you, Sesshoumaru," before she herself succumbed to the exhaustion brought on by her tense situation. She knew they couldn't sleep long, but was determined to prolong this moment as long as possible, for who knew if they'd ever get another?
S.T.
Daichi and Amaya watched covertly as their son led his girlfriend upstairs, thinking they'd not been spotted, but his parents only smiled at each other before going to sit hand-in-hand before the fire, waiting for the rest of their boys to show up, along with Kagome's sisters. Leaning toward her husband, Amaya whispered, "Do you think they're happy?"
Daichi chuckled. "Absolutely. I know how they feel." And he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and pecking her temple. She smiled, and brought her free hand to rest over his heart.
"I love you, Daichi. I hated myself for leaving you."
He waited for her to finish what she had to say before he spoke.
"I missed you so much…" Turning into his chest, she began to cry, and he held her tight as she sobbed into his shirt.
Leaning down, so he was close to her ear, he whispered, "I love you more now, Amaya, than ever. I didn't realise what I had until it was gone, and I hated myself because I thought I'd done something to make you leave, and then I hated you when I couldn't think of what it had been that I'd done. I was a fool to have ever blamed you. Will you forgive me?"
She looked up at him and pulled his face to hers, replying, "I already have, honey. I won't ever leave you again."
Kissing him with all the love she could muster, Amaya thanked God that she'd married a man as loving and understanding as him, and considered herself the luckiest woman on Earth.
Daichi just held the woman he'd always loved close to his heart, her tears tearing him up inside. He hated to see her cry, even happy tears, and he wiped them away with his thumb, before kissing her tenderly, gripping her multi-coloured hair in his fist and encouraging her to do the same.
Before long they wound up on the floor, making out as if they'd not see tomorrow. Taking a breath, Daichi grinned and asked, "So, do you think we should have another?"
Propping herself up on an elbow and putting her hand to her head, Amaya smiled at him and asked, "Another what?"
"Another baby, of course."
The colour drained from her face and he laughed. Smacking him, her smile returned and she extracted her limbs from his, getting up and pulling him with her.
"As tempting as that offer is, now is not the time. Although, I am very tempted."
"As you wish, my queen. We shall continue where we left off after this is all over. Don't you forget, now, either!"
Running a hand through his short, wavy white hair, she ran her other hand seductively under his shirt and replied, "Oh, I won't forget. I won't let you forget, either."
Walking away, she beckoned him to follow her into the kitchen, which he did, eagerly. God, he was glad to have her back.
S.T.
When Inuyasha pulled into the driveway, the gravel had turned to mud, and their feet sank into it as they climbed out of the car. There was no sign of life at the cottage, save for a faint glow from the living room through the boarded windows. Kikyou turned to look behind them, down the winding drive, but saw nothing past the bend about a hundred yards back, where a thick stand of pines blocked her view of the entrance to the laneway. She couldn't shake the feeling of being followed but she kept her feelings private. The others would only tell her she was worrying too much, anyway.
The rain pelted her face as she tried to make out what she hoped was the giant boulder she remembered was near the drive in the grass, but she couldn't spot it, not through the downpour. Someone grabbed her hand, and she turned to see Rin tugging her toward shelter. Inuyasha had stayed in the car, and was driving behind the house to park it in the four-car garage connected to the back of the cottage.
Letting Rin lead her, she smiled through the torrent of water at Miroku holding his jacket over Sango's head, and Kouga pulling Ayame hard toward the porch and out of the rain. Her stomach clenched; even Rin, who pulled her along, had Shippo leading her. Only she was missing her special someone, and even now she wasn't exactly sure how he felt about her. She knew indefinitely what she felt for him, but did he feel the same way? She couldn't tell with him. Inuyasha was difficult to interpret that way.
Kikyou's foot connected hard with the concrete step as her sister pulled her up, and she cried out, but no one heard her over the thunder and the pounding rain on the steel shingles above. Opening the door, Shippo locking it behind them, they shook themselves off and looked around, only a warm fire and the soft light from a lamp to greet them.
"Hello?" Miroku called, kicking off his shoes into the closet next to the door. "Mom? Dad? Sesshoumaru?"
A second later, a very dishevelled-looking Daichi emerged from the kitchen, followed by his equally dishevelled wife. The group took one look and the sisters exchanged knowing looks while the brothers moaned, "Gross! Dad, you and Mom are sick!"
Daichi and Amaya only laughed at the goofy faces of their sons. A moment later though, their Father was all business. "Alright, now that everyone is here, we're all going downstairs. Amaya?" Nodding, Amaya led the way downstairs, as everyone stowed away their shoes and jackets and followed.
Daichi stayed behind to put out the fire, then, he went upstairs, and knocked lightly on Sesshoumaru's door. Opening it a crack, he called, "Son? It's time."
Kagome stirred, and opened her eyes. "Alright, we're coming," she mumbled, and shook Sesshoumaru gently to rouse him.
"Hmmmm."
"Wake up, Adonis. It's time."
Rolling off her, he punched her arm lightly and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
She giggled, and picked his pants up off the floor, flinging them over his head. "It means I find you insatiably sexy, and I can't get enough of you."
He smiled, replying, "I can live with that."
She smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes. Clutching the Jewel in her palm, she felt her heart skip a beat as it warmed to her touch. Suddenly, doubt began to overtake her mind. I can't do this. I'm not ready!
Sesshoumaru stopped mid-way through pulling on a black sweater when he looked at her, and noticed with alarm that her chest was heaving and she appeared to be sweating.
"Kagome? What's wrong?"
Sitting next to her, he reached out to her and she turned wide eyes onto him, and he found himself startled by the absolute fear he saw there.
"I…I can't do this! I'm not powerful enough! What happens if I can't protect this thing and he gets it? What then, Sesshoumaru? He'll kill us all!"
Rubbing her arms reassuringly, he sighed. How many times was he going to have to tell her that he wouldn't let that happen? That she wasn't alone?
"Kagome, calm down."
Putting her hand to her throat, she tried, but failed. "I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru," she whispered brokenly. "I'm so afraid."
"I know. But I also know that you have what it takes. I believe in you, Kagome. Besides, the Feds are on the way, so we won't be lonely for long. The only problem is that we don't know when he'll strike, though I'd assume it would be tonight, what with the surveillance we'll soon be under. Besides, we still have this." He slipped the gun from his jacket pocket and forced her trembling hands to hold it, and before long, she was slowly stroking the matte black metal of the barrel with her thumb, exploring its shape with her fingers, memorising the feel of it. Surprisingly, holding the gun had calmed her quite a bit, but when she tried to give it back to him, he refused to take it.
"You keep it," he said, a ghost of a smile on his face. "You'll need it more than anybody. I want you to keep it on you." Taking her hand, he helped her dress.
Then, pulling her behind him down the dark stairs toward the basement, the intermittent flashes of lightening their only illumination, she whispered, "But I've never used a gun, Sesshoumaru. I wouldn't know how to shoot him even if I had to." He stopped, and pulled her close.
"You'll know, when the time comes. As long as the safety's off, you just point and pull." Kissing her hard before she could respond, he pushed her into the basement stairwell and closed the door behind him, barring it from the inside with a two-by-four and four nails. The only way out now was through the cellar doors out back, which were chained on the inside. He prayed that the Feds showed before Naraku did.
S.T.
Naraku pulled the navy car into the laneway and killed the headlights. He couldn't see anything through the rain, which pounded extra hard here on the coast, but he inched his way along before parking behind a large boulder.
Glancing again at his tracker, he was satisfied that this was where they were hiding. Unknown to them all, his daughter would be their undoing. And she would never know herself until it was too late that it was her who led him to them.
S.T.
Kikyou glanced around the Taisho's comfortably furnished basement.
Another fire blazed down here, but it was a gas fire, not a wood fire, and several plush chairs and one couch were arranged before it in a conversational setting.
Kagura plunked down next to Kikyou and Kikyou smiled briefly before hearing her sister and Sesshoumaru come down the stairs. Inuyasha stood against the wall across the room, watching them all. Moreover, he was watching Kagura, but he kept finding his eyes strayed often to Kikyou, to admire her angular profile against the glow from the fire.
Daichi approached the bar next to him and remarked quietly, "You're tense. What's wrong?"
Inuyasha thrust his chin in Kagura's direction and replied, "I don't trust Kagura. She's up to something."
Daichi looked for himself at the group of girls sitting all around Kagura on the couch, nervous smiles wreathing their faces in the firelight. Looking back to his son, he said, "She is?"
"Yeah, she sure as hell is!"
"Well, if she is, she's very good at hiding it. You have to admit, she looks pretty uncomfortable."
Inuyasha wasn't convinced. "She's got something up her sleeve," he snarled, crossing his arms. "I can feel it."
Daichi shook his head and opened the mini-bar, taking out several cans of coke and a beer for himself and Sesshoumaru.
Kagura squirmed between Kikyou and Sango, as the sisters talked across her quietly. Feeling a little left out, and very anxious because her Father was trying to kill her best friend's sister, she blurted, "Let's play Truth or Dare."
The room fell silent after Kagura's suggestion, and she began to curl into herself when suddenly Sango remarked, "That's not a bad idea."
"It's not?" Kouga asked.
"I agree. It's an excellent idea!" Miroku seconded, rubbing the person's thigh next to him. Suddenly he stopped, and Sesshoumaru glowered at him dangerously.
He stuttered, "Uh, wh-when did you sit there?"
Kagome smacked the back of his head and giggled, "Stop hitting on my boyfriend, you lech!"
Everyone began to laugh at Miroku, who turned red and cursed his wandering hands, and soon all were gathered around the fire in a semi-circle, save Daichi and Amaya, and began to play Truth or Dare.
Leaning forward expectantly, Kikyou said, "Kagura, this was your good idea. You go first."
"Umm, okay," Kagura said, and looked at Rin.
Rin squirmed uncomfortably, and Kagura grinned evilly. "Rin, Truth or Dare?"
Rin began to turn red. Either choice was going to expose her relationship with Shippo, she knew it, but the longer she thought about her answer, the softer Kagura's expression became.
Sighing heavily, she whispered, "Truth."
Kagura smiled gently, and asked, "Do you like anybody?"
Rin smiled despite herself, and, mentally thanking Kagura for not adding Who? to her question, she replied softly, "Yes."
Nodding, Kagura was satisfied, and the guys snorted. That revealed nothing interesting!
Turning to Miroku, Rin said, "Miroku, Truth or Dare?"
Smiling broadly and elbowing a brother on either side of him, who smacked him encouragingly, he leaned forward and stated, "Dare me."
Rin grinned, and Ayame leaned over to whisper in her ear. Her smile became absolutely evil as Ayame moved away and she turned to give him her attention once again. "I dare you to French-kiss Sango."
Sango shot forward and cried "WHAT?"
Everyone began to laugh. Before Sango could even think about trying to find an escape, Miroku crawled into her lap and, using one hand to hold the back of her head and the other to support himself, kissed her mouth. At first she struggled, but soon she relaxed into the kiss and her sisters looked at each other knowingly, while the brothers' jaws hung open in awe.
Kouga was thinking, I wish I had that kind of audacity as he sneaked a glance at Ayame, who looked back at him with a sly look on her face. His brow went up, and she licked her teeth before ignoring him as before. A sudden heat flooded his veins.
Inuyasha grinned and elbowed Sesshoumaru who pushed him away, and Inuyasha stuck out his tongue, but Sesshoumaru was quick and he nabbed it between his thumb and forefinger and yelled, "Ha! Thought you could get away with that, didn't you!"
Kagome leaned forward to see what was going on, and she burst out laughing at the comical sight of Inuyasha struggling to smack Sesshoumaru in an effort to get his tongue back, while Sesshoumaru dodged his blows gracefully.
She felt better than she had all day. Her sisters and friends had managed to make her forget her problems, and for that, she was grateful.
Crawling back to his place, Miroku smacked his lips and massaged the red handprint on his left cheek, while Sango fumed. Turning to Shippo, he smiled, "Truth or Dare, little brother?"
Mocking him, Shippo answered unwisely, "Dare me."
Miroku laughed, and, consulting with Kouga, asked, "Who was the last girl you made out with?"
Shippo turned tomato-red and hesitated. Looking at Rin helplessly, he threw in the towel. His brother was evil and unrelenting and would pay!
"Rin."
He said it so quietly that Miroku asked, "What?"
"Rin, I said!"
Kagome burst out laughing, before realisation hit her and she screamed, "WHAT??"
Sango giggled, and Ayame guffawed. Rin covered her face, and Kikyou smiled. Who knew?
Kagura cleared her throat meaningfully, and Sesshoumaru held Kagome back from tearing Shippo's limbs off while saying, "Next person's turn to be tortured!"
Daichi and Amaya watched each other intently from behind the bar, where he enjoyed his beer and she a cooler he had mixed for her, a Fuzzy Navel. They paid no attention at all to their children as they played a game of Battleship.
"You sunk my carrier, woman!!"
"You sunk my tanker."
"Point taken."
Back at the fireside, Shippo glared at Miroku ferociously while asking, "Inuyasha: Truth or Dare?"
Leaning back against the couch, a self-assured smile on his face, he replied, "Truth."
Shippo was slightly thrown off, but decided Inuyasha's answer was just what he'd been hoping for. Hitting one brother below the belt was as good as hitting another, so he grinned and blurted, "Is it true that you were spying on Kikyou the other night when she was getting out of the shower?"
Inuyasha's eyes went so wide that everyone burst out laughing, and Sango pointed and shouted, "Pervert!" while clutching her gut.
Inuyasha frowned, and began to sputter, suddenly regretting the choice of options he'd made, and said, "Well, maybe, I -"
Kikyou cut him off, yelling, "You were spying on me?!"
"No!" He denied vehemently, but his cheeks remained red. Kikyou pretended to be offended, but secretly she was pleased. Maybe she would tell him so…later.
Crossing his arms and huffing, he said, "Kagura. Truth or Dare?"
Kagura stopped laughing and began to sweat. What would he ask of her? She knew Truth was a bad idea, but he could dare her to do something awful, like kiss Miroku. She frowned as her thumb went over a bump on the back of her cell phone and she thought fleetingly, What is that? as she quietly replied, "Truth."
Inuyasha gave her a very predatory grin, but before he could say a word, a clap of thunder so close shook the house, and from the top of the stairs came the sound of someone trying to kick the door down.
Screaming, all the girls jumped up, and ran all over, the boys trying to calm them down. Amaya set her drink down hard on the bar, and flipped open her cell phone, checking for missed calls, but there were none. She hoped her fellow agents were close; she was getting no signal through the storm and could not call out.
Kagome, having chained the Jewel around her neck earlier as they played, felt it pulse. He was near. She turned to Sesshoumaru, but he was not there; he had run to the cellar door, and was trying to unlock the chains.
Near panic, everyone but her moved in that direction, and she stopped at the foot of the stairs, rooted to the spot. The Jewel began to turn black, then pink, then black again.
He's trying to corrupt it, she thought, therefore corrupting me!
Sesshoumaru finally got the chains undone, and looked back over his shoulder, scanning everyone behind him for Kagome, but not seeing her.
Kagome watched with fascination as the door splintered apart, the bit of an axe flinging wood chips with every thwack! of the blade.
"Kagome!" he shouted, but was pushed along outside by his frantic brothers and her panicked sisters.
Kagome finally overpowered her paralysis and ran toward the flapping doors, getting soaked as she climbed the small flight of cement steps just as Naraku hacked his way through the door, gripping the axe tightly and stumbling down the stairs, looking for her, for it - the Jewel that called to him, enticing him with its power.
Spotting the doors jerking and banging from the wind outside, he thought, You think you can outrun me, you little bitch? but was stopped momentarily as he picked up his daughter's pink cell phone off the carpet, rubbing it with his thumbs.
Tossing it, for he didn't need it anymore, Naraku followed the call of the Jewel outside into the pounding rain.
S.T.
Kagome was sweating despite the soaking she got as soon as she set foot outside the house. The cottage was set apart on its own property from the other cottages along this road, and for all she knew, the estate was huge. She was lost; her sisters had scattered as had Sesshoumaru's family, and now she was alone, with nowhere to hide, and a madman stalking her.
She placed her hand on the gun in her jeans pocket; when she'd gotten dressed, she'd had to borrow Sesshoumaru's clothes, and they were much to big for her, and sagged off her body. The only thing between her and nakedness was a leather belt, and even it was falling down on the job. Her leather costume was still on underneath.
Moving behind a tree, she shivered, but removed his clothing, and stuffed it between the tree branches, in plain view. She stuffed the gun into the back of her leather shorts. If she was going to protect the others, she had to lead Naraku away from them, her own safety be damned. She just hoped she wasn't in over her head.
Come on girl, you can do this, she convinced herself as she slunk through the trees, only a sprinkling of rain reaching her through the thick stand of pines. She glanced behind her.
Somehow, without her noticing, she'd begun to climb uphill. Through the branches below her, she strained to see if he was still following her; sure enough, about fifty yards behind her, he was beginning his ascent, the axe still firmly gripped in his hand.
Feeling queasy at the sight of him, she whispered, "What have I gotten myself into?", but she didn't stay watching him.
Her blood on fire from fear, she never felt the cool rain as it slid down her legs and saturated her hair. The only thought in her mind was to get ahead of him and get the drop on him, but where, she didn't know. She wished Sesshoumaru were with her; he'd know what to do.
S.T.
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