I have been slacking hardcore on this story… I'm sorry for that! I've just been so busy trying to get out on my own I just haven't had time. But I'm going to now have the time and I hope that you guys love it!
Chapter Twent-Two
Sango's tongue was frenzied as she shoved it into Miroku's mouth. She was burning everywhere, like an itch on her whole body that she couldn't scratch herself. Her breathing was heavy as she shoved him through the door to his apartment, slamming it closed without a glance and pushing him forward.
Sango couldn't believe herself. She was a virgin. Shouldn't she be shy and embarrassed? She'd never done this before but her body was acting completely by itself. She disentangled herself from him, pushing him down on his couch. She stood before him, her eyes glazed over as she tried fervently to work the zipper on her dress.
Miroku's movements stopped her short. He stood up, smiling seductively in a way that made her giddy. "Let me," he said, pulling her hands away. "Don't move." He kissed her forehead gently, his hands moving down her body, caressing every part of her. He slowly traced one finger from her breasts to her thigh, spreading his hand out as it passed over the silky skin. His lips moved down to her chin, moving behind her ear, teasing the lobe with first a nip and laving it with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hand moved back up her body to the zipper and he turned her around. When he had it completely unzipped he surprised her, running his tongue up her spine, making her gasp.
Miroku turned her to face him, moving her hands that had stopped the dress from falling away and replacing them with his own. He slowly pulled the dress down, his lips and tongue laving each inch of exposed skin until he came to her thighs. He laid her on the couch and slowly parted them, his lips dragging along her inner thigh slowly. He was driving her insane and he hadn't even got her completely naked yet. Sango couldn't believe he'd gotten her this worked up. When his lips came to the edge of her underwear, she mewled pathetically, begging but she groaned in frustration as he overlooked her underwear completely, dipping his tongue into her belly button, running his tongue up her stomach. He unlatched her bra skillfully with one hand and her breasts were finally exposed to him.
He couldn't help the indrawn breath as he saw them. They were pretty large, about a C-cup he would guess and her dusky nipples had his mouth watering and his pants tightening painfully. He wanted to take his pants off but he didn't want to stop touching her.
"This is really unfair," Sango panted, her head thrown to the side, her cheeks pink and her neck flushed with excitement.
"What's unfair?" he asked as he sneakily dipped his head, barely touching his tongue to her semi erect nipple.
"Ah! I'm almost naked and you're fully clothed," she gasped, her hands balled into fists gripping the couch cushion for dear life.
"I like touching you," he whispered seductively, cupping her breast and touching her nipple with his tongue again.
"You're driving me crazy and I can't even touch you because you're dressed," Sango said through clenched teeth, her hips bucking slightly.
He sat down on the couch and Sango whined pathetically. "You said you wanted to touch me," he said, smiling. "Touch me."
Sango covered her breasts selfconciously and sat up. "I, uhm, don't know where to start," she said, averting her eyes.
He took off his shirt. "Start here."
She looked at him questioningly and he raised his eyebrow in a challenge. Sango scooted closer tucking her knees under her and reached out her hands sweeping it over his chest slowly. He brushed his nipple and felt him twitch. She brushed it again, getting the same reaction and without warning she lowered her head, taking it in her mouth. He gasping and Sango's head popped up in alarm. "Did I hurt you?"
He chuckled. "No, far from it."
She smiled timidly and did it again, switching to the other one as her hands explored his stomach, moving to his thighs. She brushed against his erection and his gasp made her stop. "Can I?" she asked shyly, her hand resting on his stomach above his pants. He nodded, sweat forming on his skin.
He undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. His erection sprung free, touching his bellybutton. She gingerly ran her fingers along his length as he shuddered, panting. She continued, cupping it in her hand and moving up and down it like she thought she was suppose to. She did this slowly, not knowing it was torturing him.
She was on her back so fast she squealed in surprise. His hands pinned her down as his mouth closed impatiently on her breasts, suckling with fervor and his hands slipped to the edge of her underwear, teasing slowly in and his fingers touched her. He began rubbing in a circular motion and a sweet, painful zing flowed through, making her buck and cry out. Every time his fingers hit that spot, she felt the same zing, over and over again until she couldn't keep still. She was crying out and pleading for him to stop, the feelings building until she felt she might explode.
"Stop?" he asked, laughing as his hand quickly pulled out of her panties. He pulled them quickly off, spreading her legs in a quick motion. His head lowered and his hot tongue ran along her folds to the spot, the sweet, scary one. He pressed with his tongue, making her buck and snap her legs closed. His hands stopped her and held her still as he continued, his tongue passing over it over and over. He brought one of his hands up to press on her lower stomach, keeping her hips down. He felt the tremble of her core beneath his fingers and pulled back before she came, denying her the release. Sango thought him finally stopping would make her feel better but hollowness grew in her as her arousal grew. When she was begging and pleading for him to touch her, anywhere, just touch her, he complied by sliding his finger slowly into her opening. The invasion wasn't totally new, but it was a different kind. He slowly brought it out and then back in. Her walls were tight but she was so wet that he had little problem sliding in and out expertly.
Sango was still trying to adjust to the new sensation as her clit tingled, needing to be touched. Miroku picked up the space and began rubbing her clit in quick little circles. He tried entering her with two fingers but it was impossible, her opening too narrow. He needed her to be dripping before he could enter her. He lowered his mouth to her clit and began licking her fervently, keeping his finger still inside her and trying to stretch it. Finally he knew that he couldn't stretch her anymore. She was dripping perspiration and arousal and it was now or never. "Sango, are you ready?" he asked as he position himself at her opening. She nodded sporadically, gasping and crying out as he, inch by inch, slowly slid the tip in. Her brow was wrinkled in pain and her cries of passion held pain in them as well. He kept sliding until he was completely sheathed in her.
By this time he was delirious with pleasure. She was gripping him tightly, snugly and the pressure was so good he felt like he would die from it. He could feel how tense her walls were getting, her canal not quite as slippery and warm as it had been. She was losing arousal from the pain and her walls quivered, trying hard to adjust. He fought the urge to slam into her and just kept himself inside her. His lips closed around her breasts and his fingers found her clit, keeping her stimulated as her walls began to loosen. He pulled out a bit and humped forward, but her walls seemed more accustomed to him and he pulled out a little more and slid in again, continuing his ministrations on her breasts and clit. He pulled almost completely out and slid slowly forward, rotating his hips. She gasped, her pained cries gone. He continued slowly and soon her hips began to meet his. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him passionately.
"Ah! Harder!" Sango gasped, biting down on his shoulder and holding onto him for dear life.
He picked up speed but was finding it hard to keep up with her. Her hips were moving so fast, grinding into him and she was off in her own little world. Quickly he rolled them over so Sango was on top. She had stopped moving; not knowing what to do but her body was so hungry that without thinking her hips jutted forward, grinding slightly. She moaned. "I don't know what I'm doing like this. OH!" she cried as her hips jutted forward again of their own free will, "help me here."
He rested his hands on her waist, helping her grind against him as his hips moved under her, rotating. Sango was sweating profusely and she still hadn't cum yet, but Miroku was struggled to keep his cool and she continued, lifting slightly then sliding down, grinding her clit against him as she repeated the action. She was so flushed and shaky and her hips were moving sporadically. He rested his hand on her lower stomach, his thumb coming to rub her clit in fast vigorous motions and she almost collapsed not able to move she was in so much ecstasy but still she hadn't come yet but she didn't seem to have the strength to move.
Without breaking the intimate contact, Miroku lifted them to their feet, Sango's legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she tried weakly to grind herself against him. She was almost there but no matter what she did, she couldn't reach it. He pushed her roughly against the wall, slamming into her as she held on, her head thrown back in awe as her walls began to contract around him painfully, gripping and rippling around him in the most excruciating way as he slammed her hard against the wall, her finger nails clawing into his back making him howl in the pleasure of it as he came, her walls still rippling in her climax. She twitched and arced against him until she calmed, her orgasm finishing with a delicious zing. Her eyes drooped as he held her pressed against the wall, his head resting on her chest. She began to relax, her body slumped but he pulled away from her.
"Oh no we're not done," he said, laying her back down on the couch and lowering his head, lapping at the juices dripping from her before capturing her bud in his mouth, sucking enthusiastically. "Ah." She was wet in seconds and Sango couldn't believe how aroused she again was. Her clit and surrounding skin was sensitive to the slightest touch and he was licking, biting and sucking her until she was writhing beneath him.
"We're going to make up for lost time," he said wickedly, effortlessly bringing her to climax again. She screamed this time, arcing off the couch and almost falling off.
"Oh, gods, Miroku, I don't think I can take anymore," Sango said tiredly as she waited for the trembling in her core to stop. She knew she could go on and on despite the soreness as he touched her, the flame building again. "Please, Miroku," she pleaded half heartedly every time his lips or fingers found her clit but he just brought her to climax again and again until she was limp and sated, her arms and legs Jello. When he entered her a second time, her walls overly relaxed and sluggish, she was so sensitive she responded immediately, her core starting another orgasm again with ease. He pumped into her but she reached her orgasm quickly. He continued inside her until she was again gasping and moaning. Wave after wave of rapture rolled through her as he continued to massage her walls. Finally, with a quick deep thrust that made her dry throat rasp as she moaned, he came, pumping slowly in her until he rode out her orgasm.
Sango fell asleep instantly, Miroku still inside her.
Rin couldn't get over how awkward her meetings with Sesshoumaru had become. Kagome had given her permission to stop taking notes from him, that she could do them herself, but Rin couldn't bring herself to stop seeing Him. Even though she was contented with Shippou, she couldn't help feeling something for the handsome man who'd stolen into her dreams.
She'd stopped dressing provocatively when she came to see him, not really wanting to draw attention to herself because if he touched her, she knew she'd be lost to Shippou forever. His touch was a temptation she was barely withstanding. Every time he shook her hand she felt a shiver go up her spine and she had to pull away.
Now, as he looked at her she felt the same sensation building. How could he make her feel this way with one look or one touch? She looked away and continued writing down all he said, her pen scribbling furiously.
She kept looking at her watch wishing that 4:30 would come faster so she could touch him, hold his hand for millisecond, but time seemed to tick by slower with each time she looked. It took her about two minutes to notice that he'd stopped talking and when she looked up, his face was inches from hers.
"I cannot stand this," he growled at her, his face the same impassive mask it always was. It was always so hard to tell what his emotions were. You had to listen to the tone of his voice or examine his eyes closely to be able to make any assumptions at all. In this particular case, she saw frustration and… longing. Her hear palpitated erratically in her chest and she was mesmerized by him for a split second.
"I can't stand not being able to touch you," he growled at her, his eyes heated as they touched her skin. That smolder always killed her, made her insides quake wildly and made her mind panic.
"Sesshoumaru," she whispered as she stood from her chair and moved away from him, needing space from him. "I told you, I don't want you."
"Why not? I know you're lying. You want me just as bad, Rin, and I'm not going to listen to your lies any longer. Give me one good reason why I can't have you, and I'll leave you alone."
"Because you can't "have me," Sesshoumaru. I'm not your possession. I'm not you're new Corvette or your new yacht or your new jet. I'm a girl. A scared one. I know what's going to happen if I go down this road and I'm not going to put myself through it… No matter how much I want to," Rin whispered.
"That's what you think, then? That I view you as some object to be taken or bought?" he hissed harshly.
"You've given me absolutely no reason to think anything else!" Rin cried sadly, turning to him and glaring daggers.
His face was still impassive and his eyes were cold when hers locked with them. She shook her head, picking up her things and sitting calmly back down. "If you'll take your seat, we should do something productive for the last fifteen minutes of our time. Are there any new mergers or liquidations that you need to take under advisement with Kagome? Any new developments?"
"No… I think we're done here," he said coldly, motioning her to the door with a flourish.
Rin smiled bitterly, gathered her things, and stood, adjusting her pencil skirt as she walked to the door. "Then, I'm going to suggest to Kagome that this be our last meeting."
He looked surprised by her last words as she made to leave the office, pulling out her cell and dialing Kagome. "I'll be sure to bring all information we've gone over today to Kagome's attention and she'll get back with you with any suggestions and advice she deems necessary. It's been a pleasure meeting with you. Have a nice day, Takahashi-sama.
"Wait, last meeting? You mean we won't see each other again?" he asked sullenly.
"Yes, that's what that means, Takahashi-sama. She faced him and held out her hand waiting for the usual hand shake, longing to just touch him one more time.
He grabbed hold of the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her still, making her shiver at his touch. He looked down at her with heated eyes. She dropped her things to the floor in surprise. Without a word, his lips had captured hers and no amount of struggling on her part could stop him from taking her mouth, claiming it. Her hands came to his shoulders and she slammed them down, putting all the force she had behind it, but to no avail. He was a million times stronger.
As his lips moved over hers, she moaned softly in protest and his arms encompassed her waist, hugging her closer, invading her space even more. Her hands moved up into his hair of their own accord and she thought she was going to pull him away. She was surprised when her fingers knotted in his hair and yanked him forward, pulling him closer, making him groan. Her body was betraying her as his hand ran up her side and encompassed her breast, making her arc into him. After about five minutes of the most amazing kiss she had ever experienced, he slowly disentangled himself from her.
"What the hell was that?" she asked breathily, angry with herself and at him.
"A parting kiss," he said, smirking down at her.
"Why?" she almost screamed, stepping away and covering her mouth with her hand, trying to stop herself from breaking down. Her eyes were stinging with unshed tears that she refused to let fall.
His eyes softened a bit. "Because I'm showing you what you're missing."
She nodded, bending down and shaking as she picked up her things, fixing her hair and clothes.
He was examining her as she did this. "I hope you know I won't forgive you…" she said, not looking at him as she fixed her Manolos.
"For what?" he asked coldly.
"For ruining me for anyone else," she whispered dejectedly, her voice breaking as she walked away from him, her steps unsteady and her breathing erratic.
When she got to the elevator, the tears were coming down full force. She entered it and turned. Her eyes met his as he watched her. The tears wouldn't stop flowing and she sank to the floor as the doors began to close. Sesshoumaru's eyes were wide in alarm as he took a step towards her, but she was glad when the doors closed. After two floors, she stopped the elevator and sat there, trying to collect herself.
"Oh, god," she whispered, trembling as she thought of Shippou. She couldn't deny that she'd started to more than like Shippou but Sesshoumaru had completely taken over her thoughts and feelings. How could she have let this happen?
Kagome still wasn't the same, but she could feel her spirit improving day by day. It seemed that with the baby gone, the depression had finally lessened. She was still skittish around everyone, nervous and wary. It was only Inuyasha who could touch her, though she still tried to draw back. He was the only one who was able to get past her defenses and calm her.
With a lot of coaxing, Inuyasha convinced Kagome that she needed to go to a gynecologist and even got her to agree to therapy. Kagome was dreading the gynecologist appointment to no end. She broke out into a cold sweat when she just thought of it and she couldn't control her fear.
The dreaded day came and the whole car ride, Inuyasha was forced to deal with Kagome's fits, her fear getting the better of her. By the time they made it to the clinic, Kagome was hysterical. Her body was wracked with sobs and her face was sweaty. "Oh, no," she whispered when they pulled up.
"Kagome…" Inuyasha started, trying to calm her.
"I changed my mind. Cancel the appointment. I cannot be here," she cried, twisting her hands nervously in her lap.
"You need to go in there and get checked, Kagome. We have to see if the complications with the baby or with what happened permanently damaged you," Inuyasha said, taking her hand. "I'll be with you the whole time. I promise."
Kagome had begun shaking her head, becoming violent after a short time, almost screaming for him to take her back.
"Kagome! Calm down!" Inuyasha roared, taking her hands and holding them in his.
She instantly shut up, trying to collect herself and force down the fear that was becoming almost impossible to ignore.
"Everything is going to be okay, you hear me," he said, holding her gaze.
The sweat hadn't stopped pouring down her brow but she took a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself. After what felt like fifteen minutes, she was herself again. Her body was relaxed and the sweat had stopped pouring. She opened her eyes and, though she still looked scared, he could see all the faith she had in him.
"Okay, we need to go now or we'll be late," he said, getting out of the car and opening her door for her.
She was hesitant about getting out but she did it, taking his hand in a death grip and hugging his side like a scared child going to the doctor's for the first time.
When they got into the examination room, Inuyasha watched Kagome visibly relax upon seeing that the doctor was a girl. "Ms. Higurashi, is it?"
Kagome nodded, a little less stressed.
"It's nice to meet you. Is there anything that I should be informed of before we start this exam?" she asked kindly.
"Actually, Doctor, there is. Can I speak to you in private?" Inuyasha asked, motioning to the door that led to the hallway.
The doctor looked perplexed but followed him out.
Kagome sat on the table, wishing it wasn't so cold. She had this weird gnawing fear she couldn't get rid of and she knew it was ridiculous to be afraid of a gynecologist. She'd been to the gynecologist before. 'Pull yourself together, Kagome!' she thought to herself, pushing away the fear and trying to remember her last OBGYN visit. It was when she had still lived with her mother. It had even been a male doctor. Sure, she'd been self-conscious but she knew that the level of fear she was feeling was unreasonable.
'You are a strong woman, Kagome. Remember how hard you worked on self-defense training after that episode with Kevin in college? You can take on a full grown man,' part of her said. Another, darker part of her said snidely, 'Look at all the good that did for you, honey. You still got raped.'
Kagome shook that part of her away. 'He caught you off guard and hurt you, that's why. If it hadn't been for that, you would've kicked his ass. You are strong and smart. This fear is illogical.'
Kagome could feel a little bit more of the fear ebbing away and she was beginning to feel okay about the situation. When Inuyasha and the doctor came back, they encountered a more peaceful Kagome. She wasn't afraid or nervous at all.
"Okay, Kagome. Let's have you lay back and put your legs up here." The doctor patted the stirrups fondly and Kagome nodded but didn't do it. She stared pointedly at Inuyasha.
"What?" he asked in exasperation.
"You can't watch," Kagome said pointedly, looking at the door.
"But…" he started.
"Inuyasha, it makes me uncomfortable," Kagome whispered, her cheeks red.
"You think I'm gonna get some kind of sick erection or something?" he asked, getting slightly angry.
"That not-," she tried to explain.
"No, that's fine. I'll just wait out here," he said and without another word, he left.
Kagome put her legs up on the stirrups and laid back, letting the doctor do her thing.
"Kagome, how long ago was your incident?" the doctor asked, probing her carefully.
"Well, which one?"
"When you were, um…," she fumbled as she tried to find the right words to say.
"Raped?" Kagome supplied, becoming a bit uneasy.
She nodded as she continued probing. "About three months ago," Kagome said, shifting awkwardly.
"And you lost this baby when?"
"It will have been six weeks on Friday."
"I see. What was the nature of the death? Was it declared a miscarriage?"
"It was." Kagome couldn't help getting a bit emotional. Of course she'd hated the baby but she couldn't believe how heartless she'd been to another human being. It hadn't been the baby's fault.
"Well," the doctor said as she pulled the gloves off and threw them away, going to her computer to enter in her findings, "I'm finding some scarring along the vaginal walls, but they are completely healed and nothing to worry about. As for your uterus, I can't understand how you miscarried. Your uterus is completely normal and healthy, with no sign of a miscarriage at all."
Kagome nodded. "So, I'm okay?"
"Yes, healthy as a horse. I would like the file sent over of the nature of the baby's death. It's a mystery to me as to how you lost it."
"I… I'll have them sent," Kagome murmured.
"Well, then I suppose we're done here."
Inuyasha still looked angry when she walked out. "Take me to your place?" she said grabbing his arm.
"I might get some kind of sick erection. You wouldn't want that."
"That's actually what I was hoping for," Kagome whispered, running her finger on his thigh seductively.
"What's wrong with you?" he accused. "You seem all… normal."
"I feel much better. At first I didn't really think I could let anyone touch me intimately again but today I realized I don't have to be afraid. My being raped is not going to stop me from rocking your world."
"So, nothing's wrong with you?" he asked, looking relieved.
"Nope," she smiled, kissing him softly on the lips.
His hands cupped her butt, squeezing it almost roughly.
"Inuyasha, not in public!"
"Let's see if Ms. Prim and Proper Kagome can keep quiet in public," he growled, pulling her into a nearby room.
Her hip hit a counter with a little force but she didn't care because Inuyasha's hands were on her for the first time in almost 6 months. It felt so good to feel his body on hers again.
When his hands slipped into her pants she gasped. When his finger ran over her clit, she cried out in pleasure.
"Looks like Ms. Prim and Proper can't help herself in public," Inuyasha growled, smirking as he lowered her to the floor.