Taste Of Love
Kagome ran away from her demanding family and found herself right in the arms of Takahashi Inuyasha. Caught up in his world, it's getting hard for her to leave, for she has had her first taste of love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Rights are reserved fully to Rumiko Takahashi. This plot too isn't as original, so to those who have attempted before I have, they have full rights to this plot too. Anything else that is mentioned that isn't a figment of my imagination, I also disclaim.
Age Brackets: Kagome – 20, Sango – 22, Miroku – 25, Inuyasha – 26
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Honeymoon
"I feel… pregnant." Kagome mumbled cutely as she watched her husband prepare a rather gourmet(ish) dish the second evening of their honeymoon. Inuyasha transferred all of their belongings to his summerhouse and had enough material to last them a month (his desired honeymooning length). The first night was awkward in the sense that Inuyasha kept on getting phone calls off the hook asking how Kagome was and how the incident at their wedding affected her and, in the infamous words of Mister Takahashi, more bullshit.
"Perhaps because youare pregnant, Mademoiselle?" Inuyasha snickered as Kagome shot him a dirty look.
"You shut up and prepare my food. Pig." Kagome snorted underneath her breath as she continued drinking the apple juice that her husband had so, gallantly, prepared for her. The staff of Inuyasha's large summerhouse was put on a one month leave so the newly committed groom had the pleasure of cooking and cleaning and tending to his rather pregnant wife.
"You are so bossy."
"And you're slow. Me and junior are starving here." Kagome made a dramatic attempt in fainting but failed miserably. Inuyasha chuckled as he adjusted his wife beater as he danced around the kitchen (in a figurative sense), preparing his wife's dinner. Kagome adorned a flowing floral dress that stopped at her ankles. She sat at the barstool in Inuyasha's kitchen and watched her highly respected husband slave over a hot microwave and a semi-hot stove.
"What are you making me again?"
"Macaroni and cheese." Inuyasha replied in a highly dignified manner. Ultimately, it caused the model to snort in laughter, making apple juice fly out of her nose. Raising an eyebrow in disgust and amusement, Inuyasha tossed a hanky at Kagome who grinned at him, wiping her face clean.
"You do not act like a highly acclaimed model, dear wife." Inuyasha stated as he tasted a little macaroni piece. Kagome merely rolled her eyes.
"And I don't think that the richest dude in all of Asia would be making macaroni and cheese on the second night of his honeymoon for his pregnant wife." Kagome dissed back. Inuyasha merely chuckled at his wife's childish antics and resumed cooking.
Kagome hummed a soft tune as she continued sipping her apple juice, her eyes finely trained on her husband, watching his muscles ripple as he maneuvered around their grandiose kitchen. She had to admit, she held strong feelings for her husband and she, without a doubt, felt safe around him. Ever since the beginning of summer, he had been her safe haven, protecting her from the evil in and around her life.
He had been, and still remains, her first taste of love…
"Is it done yet, Casanova?" Kagome whined as Inuyasha whirled around with a big bowl in his left hand and two forks in his right.
"Macaroni de la fromage, for my dear Mademoiselle and of course, moi." Inuyasha placed the bowl down beside Kagome before he pulled up a barstool, settling down next to her. Handing her a fork, they instantly dug into the cheesy goodness, both of them grinning. Kagome giggled as she saw a speck of cheese on her husband's cheek. On instinct, she brought her thumb up and flicked it away, winking at him in the process.
"You are such a child." Kagome stated.
Inuyasha snorted. "And you're no less. So how're you holding up?" He inquired. Kagome knew, from the look in his eyes, that he was referring to the incident on the day of their wedding. Sighing, Kagome turned back to her macaroni.
"My life sucks sometimes—everybody knows that. Why else do you think Miko doesn't attend conferences or award ceremonies?"
Inuyasha wrapped his arm around Kagome's shoulder and brought her head to lean against him. His thumb rubbed circles on her shoulder as he felt her breath softly.
"Let me tell you something," he murmured, his lips moving softly against her cheek, "Miko doesn't need to worry about her image any longer. You are now my wife and if anything remotely degrading gets published about you—the media has hell to look after… literally."
Kagome smiled sweetly up at her husband and lightly kissed his jaw. "Thank you… I guess it's about time we reveal that Higurashi Kagome is, in fact, Miko."
Inuyasha snickered. "Hell no."
"No?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because Higurashi Kagome isn't Miko."
"Then who is?"
"Takahashi Kagome."
Rolling her eyes, Kagome hit Inuyasha playfully as she turned back to her mac and cheese.
"Cheese omelette or plain?" Kagome suddenly spoke up as she took out a few eggs from the fridge. Inuyasha raised a brow.
"Excuse me?"
"Cheese or plain?" She repeated without turning around, expertly cracking eggs into a bowl while Inuyasha leaned back in his chair.
"We have cooks you know."
"I prefer making my own food." She muttered as she started frying her egg. "If you don't want omelette or anything made by me, tell me. I don't take things to heart." Her eyes twinkled as she turned around, "Unless I like you."
"What're you thinking of?" Kagome poked her husband who broke out of his reverie. Smiling, he looked down at her.
"When you offered to make ma cheese omelette," He admitted, "and how you said you don't take things to heart—unless you like that person."
Kagome blushed, remembering that incident clearly. It had happened in the very house they sat in right now.
"Did you mean it?"
Kagome looked up at Inuyasha, confusedly. "Pardon?"
"When you said you like me… did you mean it?"
Kagome grinned. "That's for me to know Casanova," with a sensual wink, Kagome slid out of her barstool, "and for you to find out."
Grinning manically, Inuyasha lunged out of his seat, running after his laughing wife. "Get back her Mademoiselle!"
"Make me!!"
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"Well then, we're all beautifully married and or legally bound to somebody or another." Ayumi yawned as they all sat in Miroku and Sango's living room late that evening. Kouga was feeding Ai apple slices as Ayame was nursing Hikari with her own apple slices.
Kyo, Ichiro and Kasumi were fast asleep as the group of friends sat comfortably within the contemporary living room that the Lin's owned.
"I can tell you, they will make each other so happy." Sango grinned, "She is exactly what he needs in his life."
"Despite the fact he's like years older than her."
"Only six," Hayabusa rolled his eyes, "it's not that great of an age bracket. Besides, she's too immature and he's too mature. They balance each other out."
"That made no sense!" Daichi snorted.
"Shut up, now it does."
Sango sighed as she leaned back on her sofa. "I'm worried about one thing though," She murmured, "in one month we have to face the Higurashi's in court about the legality of Inuyasha's marriage as well as the fraud…"
Miroku nodded. "This, ultimately, screws us over…"
"They're legally married!! Fraud or not, it shouldn't matter any more! Besides, Kagome is pregnant now." Yuka exclaimed passionately.
"Even still," Sango murmured, "Akira can hold enough against Inuyasha. Because of those two and their history, Akira can easily make facts against Inuyasha which can be forged to be true."
"How?" Miroku inquired as Sango rubbed her temples.
"Inuyasha pulled his sponsorship on Akira's film. Akira can easily plant evidence that Inuyasha pulled because he listened to rumours about Akira's directorial skills—which is, in essence, true because he listened to Miroku before he pulled his sponsorship." Sango glanced at her husband, "That can prove Inuyasha to be an incompetent husband and unstable businessman who listens to the opinions of those who are unskilled in the field that he is majored in. Miroku, being a physician, is giving a businessman suggestions on what to do…"
"But people knew that Inuyasha heard many opinions before pulling the film!" Hayabusa snarled, "How the hell can Akira hold something against him for that?!"
"He can," Sango murmured, "and if I know him, he will."
"Why the fuck does he want his pregnant daughter to marry Naraku when she's already with the father of the damn baby?!" Hojo snarled, "It makes no damn sense!"
Eri nodded in agreement.
Yuka shrugged. "Nobody knows—hopefully we'll find out in the court procession next week…"
"Hopefully…"
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"Roses!"
"Tulips!"
"No dammit, roses!"
"Why?! Tulips are pretty too!"
"But I want roses!"
"Why?!"
"Because!"
"WHY?!"
"Because they're significant okay?!"
Inuyasha and Kagome were currently quarreling on whether they should plant tulips or roses in the front entranceway to their summerhouse. Since Kagome had denied any sexual interaction due to mental and physical fatigue, the two had to settle on other sexual activities—
Such as planting flowers…
"How, would you so kindly explain to me Takahashi, are roses significant?!" Kagome raised an eyebrow at her amused husband.
"Because they express beauty that is incomparable to anything else in the world—but they are always dangerous." Inuyasha's eyes twinkled. "They hold thorns that are invisible unless touched—kind of like you."
Kagome raised an eyebrow. "Me?"
"You're beautiful to the ends of the earth, Mademoiselle Miko," Inuyasha whispered, "but you're also dangerous and unless provoked, you remain an innocent beauty."
Kagome grinned. "Roses it is than."
"I am such a poet!"
Kagome snorted at Inuyasha's cheekiness.
"I have a poem for you," Inuyasha grinned over at Kagome as they leaned over the mounds of dirt to plant the roses. Kagome frowned.
"Is that so? Let's hear it than…"
Inuyasha cleared his throat. "Roses are red…"
Kagome groaned.
"Violets are blue…"
Mrs. Takahashi waited for the next few verses…
"My shit stinks and you do too!"
"You fucker!" Kagome threw an empty flower pot at her dying husband. He was rolling around the dirt, laughing like a hyena high on helium. Kagome stuck her tongue out at her husband before returning back to her roses.
"I'll tell you a real poem," she grinned at Inuyasha as the business man regained composure.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Say it!"
Kagome rolled her eyes. "The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips."
Upon the completion of Kagome's poetic poem, Inuyasha (as safely as he could possibly do to his pregnant wife) tackled Kagome and devoured her lips.
"I taste desire." He winked sensually after he finished sucking on her mouth.
Kagome rolled her eyes groaning. "You—are such a perverted male."
"What kind of male isn't a pervert?!"
"My dad?"
"I said what kind ofmale," Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Kagome snorted.
"Are you implying he's not male?"
"No, he's a bastard."
"And they, scientifically proven, have a different genus phylum than Homo sapiens, right?"
"Exactly."
"You should be awarded because of your extreme knowledge." Kagome was being sarcastic and Inuyasha knew it.
Snarling, he grabbed Kagome's shoulder and planted his lips firmly on hers. Dropping the bushel of roses, Kagome's hands went around Inuyasha's shoulders as her head tilted back slightly.
Kagome slightly moaned into the kiss, her fingers raking through Inuyasha's soft mane. Pressing the palm on the back of Kagome's head, Inuyasha pushed her further to him, hoping to taste her more without stripping her of her clothes…
"Inuyasha," Kagome moaned as Inuyasha felt himself go high…
Kagome…
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