Post-chaos, the Higurashi family made a mad, slipper-slapping dash upstairs, every face as pale as a sheet. The cause of the night's disruption had all the subtlety of a wrecking ball at a tea ceremony.
"Oh, my!" Mrs. Higurashi exclaimed, her pink bunny pajamas suddenly feeling entirely inappropriate for the drama at hand. Souta attached himself to his mother like a startled koala, and grandpa Higurashi breathed laboriously for having climbed up the stairs with speed exceeding his age.
"The house, it's... It's..." The words died in their throats as they took in the disaster zone that used to be their wall, all eyes on Kagome and her distinctly sheepish half-demon companion.
"Inuyasha…" Kagome began, cutting off the floundering half-demon before he could dig his hole deeper. "Decided to exorcise a particularly nasty spirit... with gusto."
"Thank goodness you are alright my dears!" Kagome's mother sighed, more concerned over the young pair's safety than the plummeting value of her property. Guilt ripped through Inuyasha and his ears flattened.
'I'm such a…'
"Don't' worry, mama," Kagome chimed in, enveloping her mother in a reassuring hug. "Inuyasha's already volunteered to fix the wall." A sideways glance to Inuyasha ensured he got the memo. "He's about to develop a very intimate relationship with plaster. Even if it takes a whole month even."
Once Kagome and Inuyasha were left alone, the task of attaching a temporary tarp to their newly installed air vent fell onto them. Kagome watched as Inuyasha, dutifully, and uncharacteristically silently, tried to put a band-aid on a shark bite.
"So, let's rewind, just to be clear." Kagome's voice dripped with saccharine sarcasm. "You came to the conclusion that I was entertaining a man and, in your wisdom, thought the best course of action was home demolition. Would've been off to the butcher's next for my so-called suitor, right?"
"Kagome, it ain't like that—" Inuyasha started, but Kagome held up a hand to silence him.
"No, let me finish." She had that particular glint in her eyes, and her tone brokered no argument. "You will stay in my time until you have finished fixing the wall. And also." She stood up from the bed and walked closer to him, her eyes commanding the half-demon's full attention.
"I want you to admit you were overly jealous and acted like an idiot. You ripped my window apart because of your jealousy. That, Inuyasha, is idiotic."
"Keh! I ain't jealous." Inuyasha grumbled, trying his best to keep his composure from crumbling under her authoritative presence, "Maybe I jumped the sword a bit, but..."
"A bit?" Kagome crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "You transformed a wall into modern art, Inuyasha. If that's just a bit, I don't want to know what a lot is."
Inuyasha didn't know what to say. His instincts had taken over him, that's all. But he wasn't going to admit to being an idiot, and certainly not that he was jealous.
"You know what, sure," Kagome said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "If you want to make amends the hard way, I'm actually looking forward to that."
Inuyasha felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone of her voice. He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but if the look in her eyes was any indication, it wasn't about plucking up flowers for her.
Kagome had granted Inuyasha a single, golden ticket back to the Sengoku era, a brief pardon to explain his latest knuckleheadedry and reason for his upcoming absence. After that, he'd be the one forced to do someone else's constant bidding in an unfamiliar timeline. The cherry on the cake? The fact that he couldn't even moan about it, because he was the architect of his own house of trouble.
'Oh, how the tables have spun,' Kagome thought, a smile of sweet victory spreading across her face. She never imagined Inuyasha to tear her whole window off, but she should have learned by now never to let herself be surprised by his limitless stupidity. As annoying as rearranging the sleeping quarters of the Higurashi household had been, akin to a game of musical chairs with one too many players, it would all pay off in the end.
After spending the first few days sounding like a Tokyo Yellow Pages saleswoman, Mrs. Higurashi had finally sourced all the essential materials for the wall's makeover from every lumberjack and glass supplier in the district.
Inuyasha slaved like a literal dog for the whole first day. His progress was alarmingly swift, to the point that Kagome feared he might fix the whole catastrophe within a handful of days, completely ruining her meticulously planned itinerary of prolonged suffering. She'd need to act soon, before he hopped back to his beloved Sengoku era.
After a day of manual labor so intense he could've made a seasoned construction worker cry, Inuyasha found himself in a set of borrowed human clothes from Mrs. Higurashi – which fit as comfortably as a pair of chopsticks in a spoon drawer. He was to spend his night in the most luxurious corner of the living room, while Kagome cozied up with her mother in Mrs. Higurashi's room.
As the moon rose, Kagome headed to her bathroom that had been spared of the annihilation, leaving Inuyasha on the sofa below. The bath water running upstairs was distinctively audible to his sensitive ears. Then, like a siren calling him, he heard Kagome softly murmur his name.
"I know you can hear me." Her voice beckoned silently, but clearly.
What followed was a symphony of sensual sounds that sent his senses spiraling. It was an encore of the fateful night that had landed him in his current predicament. The rustle of her clothes quieted when they hit the floor.
"I only have my panties on now. You know, you don't need to rip them off. You can just loop your thumbs under the waistband and glide them off. Mmmm. Just like that."
Inuyasha's mouth turned as dry as a rice cake left out in the sun. She had barely finished her first sentence before Inuyasha felt the all-too-familiar swell in his groin. He coughed softly and quickly sat up. Suddenly, the stream of water upstairs went mute as if a conductor had signaled the orchestra to hold.
"I don't have demon ears, but this house has old hinges that squeak like a haunted attic. If I hear you scoot off to the bathroom or outside, I'm going to say the word until you're acquainted with our basement."
The half-demon growled silently and laid back down on the sofa, uncertain what to do with his hands. He couldn't just whip out his dick and relieve himself a few meters away from Souta's and grandpa's rooms.
Kagome kept quiet for a while, until a hushed praise followed the silence: "Good boy."
Inuyasha groaned, hugging a pillow to his chest like it was a life preserver, his claws skimming his face just shy of the skin. The quiet sighs as she touched herself, all acted as a tantalizing composition that tickled his imagination and tested his resolve.
"Ah. I want you to suck me there," she'd tease, painting graphic verbal pictures of her own exploration and what she wished he could do to her. Each word was a sensual stroke that added another layer to the already vivid canvas of his imagination. It felt like a game of erotic fetch where he was the dog chasing after a bone he couldn't bite.
Poor Inuyasha, sprawled on the living room sofa, was caught between a rock and a hard place. Or more accurately, between a soft sofa and his own hardness. The throbbing urgency in his loins screamed to be addressed. He felt cum dribbling down his length and completely soak the front of the borrowed sweatpants.
'Fuck. This is humiliating.' he thought to himself, gnawing on the corner of his pillow as if it were a pacifier for his pent-up frustration. His cock pulsed to her every moan and sigh from upstairs, like a faithful dog responding to its master's call. Aching for her body or just the merciful touch of his own hand.
"Just like that," she cried, more brazenly. "Thrust harder into me."
As her voice grew bolder, Inuyasha imagined her arching beneath him. He clung to his pillow, desperately trying to keep his twitching hips and his dignity under control. He couldn't survive the mortification of explaining to Mrs. Higurashi in the morning that he needed a new set of pants because he had had a "nighttime accident".
He could hear her ragged breath and something wet making slapping noises. He was still completely unaware how girls masturbated, but his mind filled the visual void with imagery of himself pummeling his dick in and out of her with beastly fury.
"Inuyasha, I want you to cum inside me. I'm so close, Inuyasha."
'Dear sweet fucking gods.' He howled in his mind, feeling his balls retract almost completely into his body, pulling him to the edge of a cliff he had no hope of scaling back from. Never had he known it possible to get to the verge of orgasming without a single touch to his dick.
"So good, so good, yes, YES!" She chanted in her heat, Inuyasha's hips bucking against empty air filled with her agitating words.
"I c-can't. Inuyasha. I-Inuyasha, I'm—" His claws obliterated the pillow he had been cradling like a shipwrecked sailor a floating plank. He forcefully exploded into his pants, shooting out rope after rope of his thick seed.
Kagome propped herself up against her forearm, her fingers freshly withdrawn from the secret garden she had cultivated with sinful care. As the afterglow of her self-love session subsided, she felt a cocktail of fluids – a splash of sweat, a dash of bath water, and a hearty pour of her own essence – trickle down her legs.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. Blushing fiercely, she quickly washed up and went to retrieve a fresh pair of sweatpants from her wardrobe, just in case. She had bought them long ago, dreaming of more mundane moments with him in her era – perhaps something as simple as sharing an ice-cream while he wore a less conspicuous outfit than his fiery rat-armor and formidable, demon tooth sword.
Kagome crept down the stairs, clutching shyly to her peace offerings of a fresh pair of pants and a towel. A nervous and guilty blush warmed her cheeks. If she was lucky, maybe he hadn't heard anything? After a day of breaking his back, maybe he'd passed out already? As she neared the bottom of the stairs, the sight that greeted her fanned the flames of her embered confidence.
Inuyasha was sprawled on the sofa like a fallen warrior, glistening with sweat and glowing a bright red, as if he'd just sprinted to a new world record. His chest rose and fell erratically, and his hands were gripping the fabric of a shredded pillow. And below his waist… Oh, the evidence of his release was as glaring as a neon sign. With the newly resurrected confidence of a poker player holding a royal flush, Kagome strolled over, her blush making way for a sly smirk.
Inuyasha's eyes flared as he heard her approach, quickly propping himself up into a half-sitting position. When she kneeled next to the couch, he was already hard again.
She settled the fresh pants and the towel beside him, her smirk widening into a full-blown grin as his face reddened even further, if that was possible. "I thought you might need these." Her gaze brushed over the strained dark mound in his groins. He swallowed, not trying to hide his depraved condition form her, which seemed to please her.
"Oh, what a mess you made." She mocked sympathy in her voice and tentatively poked the twitching bulge with her finger. It was searing hot and wet, even though the fabric.
Inuyasha hissed and lolled his head back.
She ran her finger up and down, tracing the contours of his arousal. "You know, if you weren't such a stubborn, jealous idiot, you could've made this mess inside me," she whispered, the words rolling off her tongue like sin-soaked silk, causing both his body and his eyes to twitch.
"Kagome, fuck," he whimpered, grabbing her hand and squeezing it around his clothed erection. Her palm was coated in a sticky residue, which ordinarily would have made her feel icky, but now it stoked her own intensifying arousal.
"Hmm, and what's the magic word?" she prompted.
"P-pl-please" Inuyasha begged, tongue-tied from his intoxicated excitement. Would she do all those things she had whispered to him through the ceiling?
His pleas were music to her ears. With a swift move, she yanked his pants downwards, nearly getting slapped in the face with his freedom flag standing at full mast. A twinge of nervousness curdled in her stomach, but she kept her eyes fixed on him, the corners of her mouth upturned in a wicked grin.
"And?" She coaxed, Inuyasha feeling her breath on his cock.
"I-I don't know. Please. Ah. Anything." He blubbered, his erection bobbing up and down, weeping more of his essence, disregarding completely his surroundings.
"An apology then," she suggested, "along with an admission of your baseless jealousy, and a promise to behave around Kaito," she finished, her tone carrying the weight of finality.
Inuyasha was about to promise Kagome his left kidney when the young woman stood up, taking her hot and humid breath from the vicinity of his cock. She let go of the waistband of his pants, trapping his meat between his stomach and the elastic band with a slight snap.
"We'll talk tomorrow. You should freshen up in my bathroom. You can leave these pants in the laundry basket, so mom won't discover your...accident," she said, her voice holding a teasing lilt. With a flirtatious bite to her lower lip, she sauntered up the stairs, leaving Inuyasha to reckon with his sticky predicament.
It was clear that Kagome's hard way was going to be a whole lot harder than he'd anticipated.
A/N: Aaaand I'm back from my 5 year hiatus. :D Again. Unless you haven't noticed, I've been revising all of my stories while also migrating them to AO3. When I get AO3 up to speed my ffnet, I'll be continuing with The Ages and Between.