Madame Masseuse
"Blindsided by a Shadowed Moon"
Kagome gasped a shocked, incredibly wanting rush of air when Inuyasha crashed their entwined bodies against her front door. Her back took the brunt of the impact, the gasp an emptying of the air from her lungs.
Inuyasha's hand was fast, cupping the back of her head before it could bang against the wood.
"Shit—you okay?" His words were tinged with apology, spoken into her mouth while pausing their kiss. His hand on her shoulder, Inuyasha yielded space between them. Concern coated his brow as glassy amber eyes swept her features, looking for any indication she was hurt or that she wanted him to stop.
Kagome giggled—he apparently hadn't meant to basically hurl their torsos into her door.
She offered him a reassuring, heavily flushed grin then hungrily reclaimed the distance between them, her palms cupping his cheeks. "Don't stop," she whispered before sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. Kagome bit down—hard—so he'd know better than to put space between them again.
Inuyasha growled a purring, aroused rumble low in his throat, a smile lifting the corner of his lips. He then obliged her with a hard, demanding kiss that had her back flush against the front door, a new, gasping moan of pleasure escaping her throat.
It brought her an absurd amount of joy, seeing how into this he was—into her.
They'd been saying goodbye for the past fifteen minutes and still Inuyasha seemed no closer to leaving.
Well, he was technically closer to the exit now.
But he was no closer to actually leaving her apartment.
Especially now that Kagome's body blocked his exit.
By the way his lips and tongue consumed her, the way his body filled all the crevices of her torso, he clearly understood that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. By the way her tongue coaxed his, a keening moan decorating her mouth, he would have been the daftest of idiots not to realize how much she liked his rough-handling.
Kagome melted against the smooth yet rough pressure of his lips. A pleased sigh murmured from her as his tongue caressed hers with a familiarity that excited her, kept her moist for him. She loved that he knew exactly what she wanted without having to utter a word.
She could drink this man all night—his taste was pure Inuyasha with a trace of red wine and remnants of the au jus from dinner.
She was so fucking addicted to him it should be a crime.
He must have sensed her already slick cleft further dampening her lips because everything about him—his way of touching, his way of tasting—intensified, roughened. His hand fisted her hair, tugging her head back to pound his tongue into her mouth. Inuyasha leaned into her gruffly, crushing her between the door and the solid mass of his body. All of his hard muscles besieged her soft curves, his body pressing into hers with such intensity the dull hurt had more arousal pooling between her legs. Her head was swimming from the smell and the taste and the glorious pressure of him.
Her thoughts were a cacophonous blend of More! and Oh my god, this man! and I could kiss him forever.
Her pulse was chaotic, her blood rushing in her ears, her heart a drum beating idiosyncratic rhythms against his chest.
She'd never felt so sated and so famished all at the same time. Kissing him, touching him, holding him to her body mollified an ache in the same way it tore open something wild inside her that only he could satisfy.
Inuyasha's other hand cinched to her hip, hard enough to bruise, holding her to him so he could grind his erection into her wet heat. The intensity of his hips had Kagome's back slamming into her front door all over again.
That was new as of today—the dry humping.
Kagome cried out—a poor attempt at his name—as Inuyasha's hips undulated with a motion that had the bulge of his trousers groping the lips of her vulva beneath her dress.
"Holy fuck," Kagome exclaimed under her breath, tugging on locks of his hair that fell over his shoulder, across his chest. "More, Inuyasha!"
Goddamn, she really liked it when he got rough with her. Who would've thought she liked to be manhandled like this? If this was just a sample of what being dominated by him looked like, then Kagome was in for a fucking treat on Friday.
Inuyasha growled a wicked sound of approval in his throat, a smirk teasing from his lips before he caught her tongue between his teeth and sucked on it with a greedy, slurping fervor. He drank from her like he couldn't get enough of her taste either.
His hand made a mess of her hair, his fist tight against her scalp. His tongue was so deep in her mouth she could have gagged on it. Another frantic, inhaling gulp of air had barely passed her lips before Inuyasha unleashed a burst of grinding pounds against her womanhood. Her backside became a repetitive thump against the door from the rhythmic drilling of his hips.
"Oh my god, Inuyasha!" she cried under the assault of his mouth and tongue, her body rocking from the vigor of his driving hips.
Jesus fucking GOD—the virility of this guy!
He was so well-endowed, so fucking hard for her, so obviously attracted to her body that Kagome could have wept.
She felt him smile, a canine indenting her lip, before he devoured her bottom lip and plowed into her again. The result brought Kagome's forehead to his shoulder. She was helpless against the arousal that had taken over as soon as Inuyasha's hips slammed into hers.
If Kagome didn't like it so goddamn much she could have killed him for teasing her this way, tormenting her with a glimpse of what he would give her Friday night.
"You like that, Kagome?"
She could only nod, attempting to lick the tenderness away from her swollen lips.
"You like feelin' how fuckin' hard you make me?"
"Mmm," she groaned around a kittenish laugh as Inuyasha nuzzled her chin, forcing her head to tip back so he could lick and suck his way down her neck. She ran her fingertips down his spine, hoping it tickled. "You're so hard—poor baby must be aching for me to do something about it."
Inuyasha snorted in response to her taunt and seemed to take his revenge by grinding into her, pinning her more forcefully against the door.
Kagome gasped as his erection cut her right down the middle, a blunt bite of pain spiraling up her centre. She chuckled huskily, throatily. "I think he likes rubbing up against me just a little too much."
Inuyasha licked her neck before nipping her gently. "Not as much as she likes the feel of my cock."
Her arousal making her bold, Kagome lowered her hand, only to be stopped by Inuyasha grabbing her wrist. She made a whine of frustrated irritation at him.
"What d'you think you're doin'?"
She smiled at him coyly, wiggling her fingers. "Nothing."
He raised an eyebrow at her, I don't believe you for a second written all over his face.
Kagome scoffed a heavy sigh, trying to free herself from his grip—which was beyond useless. "Let me touch you, Inuyasha. I want to feel how hard you are for me."
"You mean, doin' this—" He ground his erection against her— "isn't obvious enough?"
Kagome groaned. "Let me touch you," she repeated breathily, her eyes dark with lust. "Let me feel how badly you want me."
Inuyasha growled before releasing her wrist with a toss of his hand, gripping her nape forcefully and dragging her mouth to his. "Trust me," he all but hissed against her reddened lips, "I want you fuckin' bad, Kagome. But you're not gettin' those fingers anywhere near me until Friday." He pressed his tongue into the hollow of her neck, sliding painfully slowly up towards her jawline. The pressure had her keening his name. "Just like how—no matter how prettily you ask me—my fingers won't be gettin' anywhere near that juicy pink centre of yours." He grated himself into her with a smooth flourish of his hips to accentuate his point
Kagome didn't think anything could be sexier than the way Inuyasha rolled his hips. He had a dancer's grace in the sinful way he moved his body, pressing the bulge of his pants against her covered sex. The length of him was a sturdy hulk of arousal between her legs, thrusting against her where she was swollen and wet for him.
Inuyasha applied a bite-lick-suck combination against the side of Kagome's neck that had her panting, prompting a chuckle of masculine pride from his lips. Inuyasha spread her legs apart with his knee, sliding his thigh underneath the hem of her dress, between her legs, until her slick heat straddled his thigh, bearing some of her weight.
Kagome was far too lost to her lust to worry about staining Inuyasha's pants with her arousal. She ground her womanhood against his upper thigh, desperate for friction as Inuyasha kept up that delicious bite-lick-suck routine on her neck.
"You better not be leaving a mark there," she had the wherewithal to exclaim into his hair. Kagome meant for the words to sound admonishing, but they were spoken on a gasp of absolute pleasure, holding no gravity whatsoever.
He rumbled a sound of amusement in his chest. "You don't think it'd be sexy as fuck, walkin' around, wearin' a mark like you're mine?"
"Inuyasha," she reprimanded, "no—no marks!"
"C'mon, Kagome," he breathed against her neck, placing a canine against her flesh, "just a little mark?"
"Then—then I get to mark you, too!"
"Fine," he answered quickly, smugly.
Fuck—so it's not like a possessive male dog demon thing, then?
He nibbled her neck, huffing a laugh at the little puff of disappointment she released through her nose. "Sounds like you're thinkin' about it, Kagome..."
Kagome retracted her neck to escape his tickling breath and menacing kisses, drawing her ear towards her shoulder. "A hickey would look really bad for my work—please don't, okay?"
He left a trail of kisses along her collarbone, dangerously close to the depth of her cleavage. "What if I leave my mark where no one else will find it?" He nuzzled the swell of her breast with the tip of his nose. "I promise you'll like it."
"Inuyasha..." Kagome exhaled as a hoarse warning, her head tipped back. "If I can't touch you where I want to, you don't get to put your mouth where you want to."
"You suck the fun outta everything," he sighed, retreating to lay kisses against her neck, a smile coating his words. "But," he added with a mischievous grin, "you're not against bite marks then?"
Kagome flushed. "No," she admitted with very pink cheeks, "no, I'm not against bite marks or hickeys or whatever at all."
"Good to know," Inuyasha muttered against her skin, causing her nipples to pebble and gooseflesh to shudder along her arms from the warmth of his breath over her neck and shoulder.
The bastard knew exactly how his bite-lick-suck sequence caused her Kegel muscles to flex and her cleft to weep arousal for him, because he did it one last time. Inuyasha seemed to thoroughly enjoy the way her thighs squeezed around his as an outpouring of arousal further drenched her once-dry panties.
"But don't be fooled into thinkin' you're not a killjoy, Kagome. You do still suck the fun outta some things, y'know—like my jokes and shit."
Kagome grinned. "I'll suck the fun outta you and more, Inuyasha, once I get my lips around you."
"Jesus fuck, Kagome!" Inuyasha bucked against her like he was helpless against her words.
"You like that visual?" she teased, riding his leg, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Your dick in my mouth?"
He groaned, trailing his palm up her bare arm. "Given how fuckin' dewy you smell right now, I'd say you like the thought of that more than me."
"Mm," she purred, "I doubt that very much. Wanna know exactly how wet I am for you, Inuyasha?"
"Other than the goddamn heat I'm feelin' against my thigh?"
"Mhmm."
"Yes. No. Fuck—yes, fine! Tell me."
"I'm so wet for you my panties can't hold anymore—it's starting to drip down my thighs. I think you're gonna be taking some of me home with you on your pants."
"For fuck's sake," he hissed into her shoulder, grinding his hips against her. He removed his leg from between hers, settling his contained manhood directly against her covered opening, the safety of her dress between them once more.
Kagome really liked the feel of his hips prodding into hers.
"You wanna touch me, don't you?"
"Fuck, yeah."
She kissed along his jawline. "You wanna taste me, Inuyasha?"
"I wanna fuckin' drink from you."
She giggled. "You want to be inside me so badly, don't you? Feeling how hot and wet—"
"—Shut the fuck up, Kagome!"
Kagome giggled again, reaching for his jaw to cup his cheek and make him look at her. His amber pools were hazy with lust and his lips the most beautiful kiss-ravaged shade of maroon. Inuyasha growled against Kagome's mouth and caged her hips with his. The thick denseness of his erection had her arching her back, her breasts depressing into the wall of his chest.
"I want you so badly my body aches."
"What aches for me, Kagome?" he asked, returning to place a soft kiss to her lips, his glazed golden eyes scanning hers.
She cupped his cheek, her words so close they painted his lips. "My tongue is dying to taste you. My breasts are so tight, my nipples hurt. My pussy is just—"
Inuyasha's groan and responding thrust of his hips stole the words from her mouth.
Kagome smirked through a knowing giggle. "You like hearing me say that, Inuyasha? You like it when I talk about my pussy?"
"Fuck, Kagome—"
He palmed her cheek and brought his lips to hers, their teeth crashing as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, lapping and sucking at hers.
Kagome had thought a night in—supper at her place—would be casual and low-key enough that she could go to bed at a respectable time tonight. She thought tonight would be a far cry from the make-out session yesterday in Inuyasha's car that had her entering her apartment just after midnight.
It was foolish of Kagome to think that the two of them, as voracious for each other as they were, could have a low-key evening and an easy, early goodbye. It was currently late enough to be early Wednesday morning and Inuyasha was still here, still grinding his hips against her, still caging her against her door with no end of him in sight.
God, they'd been on each other, attached to each other, for longer than she cooked dinner and they sat and ate the dinner.
Not that Kagome could complain—she couldn't seem to get enough of Inuyasha. She'd drag him into her bed if he'd let her.
The taunting sexuality of their banter over dinner had charged the space around them. The air felt heavy with their mutually growing arousal until Kagome couldn't take it anymore and straddled him at her dinner table. Kagome wasn't surprised that things had escalated from there, to the point he eventually had her backing up into her door—well, technically ramming her into her door—their hands all over each other.
At the rate the two of them were going, Kagome didn't know if they'd last until Friday.
Since seeing each other on Sunday, their teasing and taunting had become a game. Every flirtation, every touch, every sext at bedtime, Kagome's vulgar language, Inuyasha's introduction of dry humping—it was all done with the intent of making the other so aroused they'd become berserk and rabid with need.
It was honestly only a matter of time until one of them orgasmed. The sexual chemistry between them was at an all-time high.
If Kagome was honest with herself, she knew she'd be the one to give in first. Yes, the idea of waiting to fuck was sexy as all hell. Yes, Kagome liked the anticipation of reserving orgasms for him, riding this horrible wave of arousal that he seemed determined to bring out in her every evening. But, she was past the point of caring. Sure, her pride wouldn't let her just give in, but if he took the lead, made the request, begged her, or instigated, Kagome would acquiesce happily.
There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to have Inuyasha bring her to orgasm.
Unfortunately for her, however, Inuyasha had such resolute will power and self-control to not let things escalate that Kagome was simultaneously impressed by it and pissed about it.
"Tell me what you're thinkin'," he bade into her neck after Kagome had been quiet for the past few minutes.
Kagome's mouth sprouted into a devious grin before she gave a little hop, her legs circling his waist. His hip bones jutted into the softness of her thighs as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, crossing her ankles above his tailbone. Kagome purred a content sound as she nestled herself flush against his straining member.
Much to Kagome's chagrin, the shock in his lust-rattled expression didn't last very long.
Inuyasha pushed his hips into her, pinning her shoulder blades to the door until a dull ache radiated through her back. He adjusted his hold on her, keeping her upright with the strength of his hips and abdomen as his hands lowered to grasp her thighs. His kiss was bruising.
"Mm," she mumbled in response to his fingertips denting her flesh. "I think I'd really like this, Inuyasha."
He looked up at her—she liked that a lot. "Like what exactly?"
She broke their kiss to suck on the side of his neck. "Climbing you like a tree so you can fuck me up against the wall."
There was a frenzy to his movements after her words.
Kagome kissed him with a ravenousness that scared her. She was so into him and so sexually frustrated, she needed release—and Inuyasha was doing nothing but making it worse. The uncontrollable wildness of their hands and lips and tongues and hips had the front of Kagome's dress rising until it bunched around her hips.
Inuyasha swore against her mouth, gripping her thighs tighter as he leaned into her, stilling their movements so he could settle himself directly against her wet panties with a deliciously slow and sexy, side-to-side wiggle of his hips.
"Fuck me—your pussy is so hot and ready for me, Kagome."
"I know," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
His chin hovered just above her cleavage and she was beside herself with desire. What she wouldn't give for him to suck on her breasts, bite her nipples.
Kagome's heart pounded like it was about to make a break for it.
Fuck me, this is hot.
This is the closest we've ever gotten to physical intimacy. His dick is seriously, like...right there!
Good grief, Kagome—call it what it is! This isn't intimacy, this is down-and-dirty, straight up almost-fucking.
Inuyasha exhaled against her puffy, red lips. "Your pussy is so juicy for me it's gonna soak through my pants and get my dick wet."
His words drove Kagome mad. She bucked against him, moaning low in her throat. "Holy shit, I love hearing you talk about my pussy, Inuyasha."
Inuyasha leaned into Kagome's body until his rigid length partitioned the lips of her vulva. "I'm so fuckin' tempted to pull those panties to the side and sink my cock into you. You'd like that—wouldn't you, Kagome? Me fuckin' that hot, wet pussy up against your front door?"
"Oh god, Inuyasha! Yes!" She tightened her legs around him, pressing herself against his erection until the pressure was borderline painful. She wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his mouth, sucking his bottom lip and releasing it with a moist smack.
Inuyasha slammed her back against the door, his erection snug against her darkened, sopping panties as a ferocity overcame his actions.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome cried out before he devoured her mouth like he needed to satiate an uncurable hunger.
His breathing sounded positively delirious when he came up for air. "Beg me, Kagome. Beg me to fuck that soakin' wet, little pussy and I'll do it. I'll fuck you right here against your door—I couldn't give a shit about waiting until Friday. I'll come undone for you, just—beg me, Kagome. Please."
Kagome cried out with pleasure as he continued to grind against her—the bastard was teasing her, rubbing his cock directly against her clit, two, three times before he stood still, refusing to move his hips any further.
Oh, yeah, sure, Inuyasha—make me play the bad guy who will be our undoing.
If you want me that badly just fucking take me! Don't make me beg you for it!
"I won't beg you, Inuyasha," Kagome whimpered into his mouth around her aroused breaths.
He traced her lips with his tongue. "Then I won't fuck you, Kagome."
"You don't have to fuck me, Inuyasha," she replied. "I just need to feel you—just touch me."
Inuyasha licked her bottom lip then gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "No."
"Why?" Kagome rested her forehead against his, her heart feeling feverish as it bounced around her chest cavity.
"'Cause I wanna hear you beg for it."
Kagome groaned as she rubbed herself along the length of him. "You're right there, Inuyasha—I can feel how hard you are behind that zipper. Can't you feel how badly I need you?"
He chuckled before hoovering a mass of her neck into his mouth and sucking. "Trust me—I can feel your pussy weepin' for me, Kagome—how puckered and swollen your clit is. You like when I do that—?" He rolled his hips so the length of his bulge slid from her opening to the enlarged bud of her sex organ, spreading her aroused discharge.
She groaned a guttural curse and tipped her head back until it banged against her door.
"Make me come, Inuyasha," she said, dragging his lips back to hers. "I don't want to wait anymore. Slide your thick cock inside me—split me open. You know you want to."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Kagome. I fuckin' love how dirty your mouth is."
"You're so hard for me," she whined, grinding against him to accentuate her point. "Let me please you, Inuyasha. I know you wanna come for me—on me."
"Just—fuck. Stop talkin', Kagome."
"Why?"
"'Cause it's so filthy and I like it way too much."
"I promise you'll like it more if you fuck me, Inuyasha."
He grinned, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Not until you beg or it's Friday—whichever comes first."
Kagome whimpered with frustration as she dragged her nails over his chest, clenching them into fists. "I want to come first."
Inuyasha chuckled, his palm circling her throat. "You're a fuckin' greedy little girl, aren't you?" He moaned a huskily aroused hum in his throat when she bucked against him. "Be patient, Kagome—I promise I'll have that pussy dripping and quiverin' for me in just a couple of days."
A minor shriek of frustration growled in her throat. "You and your stupid need for control, Inuyasha! You are actually the worst," Kagome groused on the same breath as an agitated laugh, wiggling her hips against him.
"For fuck's sake, stop rockin' against me like that!" Inuyasha directed, digging his fingers into her hips. "I can tell from your heartbeat you're really into it. Slow the fuck down—remember our rule."
She grinned, her cheeks hot and flushed. "Fuck your rules, Inuyasha," she said huskily, licking the corner of his mouth. "I don't want to slow down. I want you to make me come."
Inuyasha growled as Kagome bucked against him again, his cock straining against the hidden zipper of his formal slacks. "I can feel your pussy flexing, Kagome. I can smell you're not that far from release if you keep that up."
"Then don't stop me. Don't you wanna make me come, Inuyasha? Don't you wanna hear your name on my lips when you make me orgasm? Don't make us wait until Friday. I'm right here—take me."
Inuyasha smirked impishly. "Oh, we're gonna wait, Kagome. 'Cause waiting is gonna make you bat-shit crazy for me in the sack. You're gonna come for me so many times on Friday that your pussy's gonna be in recovery all fuckin' weekend by the time I'm done with you."
Kagome shriveled her nose at him before releasing a pent-up sigh of hot air.
Refusing to meet his smug expression, she released her ankles, sliding down the solid mass of his body until she was on her own feet, grateful for the stability of his arms around her waist. "Have I told you you're the worst?" she said with a pout.
Inuyasha kissed her protruding bottom lip and adjusted her loose skirt around her hips. "You're cute as fuck when you pout like that, ya know that?" He chuckled, holding her tighter to him. "Listen—you wrap your legs around me like that on Friday and I promise I'll fuck you against any and every surface in my place—deal?"
She sighed again and leaned against the door, her palms rubbing vertical lines from Inuyasha's pecs to his abdomen and back. Her face was flushed and red with arousal. Surfacing from that level of intensity with Inuyasha had her feeling a little timid and heavily blue-balled—or the female equivalent of having blue balls.
"I don't know if I can keep going at this rate until Friday, Inuyasha—it may actually kill me."
Inuyasha chuckled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his gaze appraising the pink of her cheeks. "I love watchin' you get so wild and aroused for me, Kagome."
"You're very arousing, Inuyasha," she chuckled. "Probably too much so. I think you're going to be the death of me."
He grinned and traced her red, swollen lips with his thumb. "How about we meet up for a walk or somethin' on Thursday after work? I'll feel less inclined to have you on a couch or a bed or up against a wall—"
"Or a door," she snorted.
"—if we're out somewhere."
Kagome opened her mouth with a retort when his words sunk in. Kagome bore him a puzzled expression. "Wait—Thursday? I'm not seeing you tomorrow? Or—shit, I guess today? It's—holy shit is it actually almost one? Oh shit, Inuyasha," she laughed. "We have work in literally hours! This dinner party ran way overtime."
He cupped her cheek and stepped towards her until she could feel his arousal denting the flesh of her stomach. "Don't act like you're all that upset if you're a little tired at work tomorrow. Besides, aren't Wednesdays your afternoon shift? You get to sleep in, lazy ass."
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Then, I'm sorry I'm keeping you up past your bedtime."
Inuyasha snorted. "Are you really?"
She giggled brightly and laid a gentle kiss to his chin. "No, not at all. I hope you're up all night thinking about me and you're positively destroyed with exhaustion tomorrow."
"And you call me the worst."
The apples of her cheeks broadened from the wide smile she wore for him. "Because you are the worst." She wrapped her arms around his waist and drew him close until her breasts flattened against his chest. "Tell me, when you get home—what about tonight with me will be at the forefront your mind?"
Kagome smiled as she felt Inuyasha's arms squeeze her middle, their bodies swaying ever so slightly she almost didn't realize it was happening.
"I kinda liked the whole comin'-in-and-seein'-you-cookin'-for-me-in-an-apron thing. I dunno—it was hot and—" He paused to look away from her, a self-conscious look in his eye— "I dunno, I just liked it, alright?"
Kagome's face melted with tickled adoration. "Really? Of all the hot and heavy door stuff tonight, that's what you pick?"
Inuyasha made a face at her and Kagome giggled again, resting her cheek to his chest and closing her eyes. "If you enjoyed it that much, Inuyasha, then I'd be happy to cook for you again, apron included." She giggled. "I'm glad you like eating what I make."
"I'll like eating more than just what you make." He nuzzled the crown of her head, his breath hot against her scalp.
Kagome groaned a sound of irritation into his chest. "Let me actually recuperate, Inuyasha! Jesus—it's downright mean of you to keep me in this perpetual state of wetness!"
The look on his face with downright sexy and cruel.
"It makes my mouth water, thinkin' about how long you'll've been steeping for me before I have a taste on Friday."
Kagome smacked him in the shoulder. "You're a brute, Inuyasha."
"And you like it," he laughed. God, the grin he wore was so devastating it made Kagome want to melt.
She pursed her lips. "I tolerate you."
"I think you more than tolerate me, Kagome Higurashi." He leaned away from her so he could look her in the eye.
Kagome met his gaze with a sardonic expression that tapered her eyes. "I think you're perfectly sufficient, Inuyasha Taisho."
"Hmm, no Mr. Taisho tonight?"
Kagome gave him a long, glazed-eye, head-to-toe appraisal. "Wear a suit for me next time and I'll see if Mr. Taisho wants to come out and play."
Inuyasha nuzzled her jaw. "Oh, Mr. Taisho wants to come out and play, Kagome. He was beggin' at your entrance all night, if you recall."
"A brute and a fiend, Inuyasha," she chuckled, pushing up on her toes to give him a kiss on the jaw. "But, you never answered me. Am I not seeing you Wednesday night—tonight, I guess?"
He pulled a face that Kagome didn't understand and it had her leaning back to evaluate him. His look was somber, and it made a sudden seriousness fall over them.
"What?"
Inuyasha looked away from her. "What?"
"Why are you making that face?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing! Nothin's wrong—why do you think somethin's wrong?"
Kagome's lips thinned into a straight line. "You have a face."
"Very astute of you, Kagome. You have one too."
She scoffed, resting her palms on his chest. "I asked you a yes or no question, Inuyasha, which you're evading. If you don't want to see me every night that's okay! You can just tell me."
He looked flustered. "It's not that I don't want to see you."
"So, I'm not going to see you tonight, then?"
"No—I mean, yeah—I'd like to see you, but—"
"'Cause, I mean—" she interrupted— "I thought with it being the new moon and all, it could be a nice night to do some stargazing or whatever."
"—Kagome, I—"
She frowned. "You don't want to do that. Okay," she nodded, rejection causing her heart to stammer. "That's fine. We can hang out on Thursday."
"It's not that I don't like the idea..."
Kagome detached her arms from him and leaned against her door to create space between their bodies. She felt a flurry of something acidic and uncomfortable start to simmer in her stomach. "Why are you acting like this? What's going on, Inuyasha? I thought we were supposed to be truthful with each other from now on."
"I'm not lyin' to you about anything, Kagome!"
"But you're withholding the truth from me, which is just as bad. Why can't you see me tonight? Is it work? Are you busy with something else?"
"No, it's not that." He looked away from her, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was ashamed of the words stuck in his throat.
"Then what is it? Do—" She gulped— "Do you have a date or something?"
"What?" The look he gave her made Kagome's heart stutter. "Are you fuckin' kidding me, Kagome? You actually think I'd go on a date with someone else when we—when you—fuck off!"
"Okay! Sorry!" She waved her arms in the form of an apology. "You don't have a date. I just—Inuyasha..." She exhaled heavily through her nose. "Talk to me. You're acting weird."
"I just don't wanna get into it, Kagome. Can't you just accept I have somethin' goin' on and I can't see you tonight?"
Kagome narrowed her eyes at him as hurt started to sour the warmth in her chest. "I'm gonna ask you one more time, Inuyasha, then I'm going to invoke our brutal honesty rule."
"Kagome," he groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Don't—I just—"
"Why won't you see me tonight? What is going on?"
"Kagome," he seethed. "I don't want—"
Kagome made an aggressive buzzer sound in the back of her throat. "Time's up, Inuyasha. Alright, I want a truth from you."
"Kagome! This isn't something stupid you can joke about, alright?"
He looked...scared, panicked. A look of alarm coated his features like she hadn't seen him wear before.
Kagome gripped his hand tightly between hers, her fingertips squeezing into his palm. "Inuyasha, listen to me—" She took a step closer to him, lowering her voice, hoping it took the bite out of her tone— "Not all of thetruths I've shared with you have been easy. On Friday? When I told you about everything with Hojo? That was really hard for me. Yet, I respect things between us to answer your questions and be honest with you. Whatever you have to tell me—whatever you have going on—I won't tease you. I won't judge you." The hurt that she harboured in her heart shot up her neck and made an appearance on her face. Kagome bit her lip, wishing the pang out of her voice. "I would've thought by now that you could trust me, but—"
"—I do trust you, Kagome. I'm not holding somethin' back because of that."
"Then why?"
"'Cause what I have goin' on—what I could say to you—it's my ugliest fuckin' truth, alright? It's a huge one, it's somethin' that makes me feel—" He groaned, looking away from her as his cheeks coloured— "It makes me feel fuckin' bad, okay? I don't like to talk about it. I don't talk about it."
"Did you talk about it with Kikyou?" She almost felt badly for asking that—almost. But she was so frustrated and angry that he wouldn't be vulnerable with her after how much of her heart she'd already exposed to him.
The look Inuyasha gave her left Kagome gulping past a bitter lump in her throat.
"She found out by accident."
"What did she find out?" Kagome sighed, squeezing his hand. "Please, Inuyasha. Tell me the truth—show me that you trust me by trusting me with this." Kagome felt tears burn behind her eyes. "You want me to beg you for it? 'Cause I would for this. I would beg you for this truth, and you know my pride won't let me beg for anything."
"Kagome," he hissed, turning away from her.
"Inuyasha, please! Please let me in. Please tell me. Please be honest and open and fucking vulnerable with me like I've been with you! Why won't you share this with me?"
A stupid, treasonous tear coursed down Kagome's cheek and she turned away from Inuyasha, shame burning her as she wiped it away.
It was fucking stupid of me to think there was an emotional connection between us. That we could— He's such a—
Inuyasha's sigh was so heavy, so drawn out, it sounded like it pained him. "It's a new moon tonight, you said you know that."
Kagome turned to look at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. She withheld a sniffle, her heart pounding with distress.
He sighed again, breaking her hold on his hand so he could turn away, standing almost fully perpendicular to her. He clearly didn't want to look Kagome in the face. "The night of the new moon is pretty significant for demons. Well, some demons—" He took a breath, held it, then blew it out so forcefully it flapped his lips— "Half-demons."
"Half-demons?"
Inuyasha nodded.
Kagome sucked her lips between her teeth and bit down. "I'll be honest, Inuyasha. I'm kinda ignorant about the whole demon thing. I know demons are immortal—well, unless they're murdered or whatever—but since they live forever they decided, as a collective, to out themselves to humankind. But, I mean, other than that—I don't know anything about the specifics. You're the first demon I've really gotten to know."
"Half-demon."
"Half-demon?"
Inuyasha nodded, still keeping his eyes off of her.
Kagome's eyes surveyed his face, trying to understand why he was so upset about this. "So, you're half-dog demon, half-human?"
Inuyasha nodded again, looking like he struggled to swallow.
Kagome bit her cheek. "So, with the new moon—?"
"It's when all half-demons are at their most vulnerable. It's—" He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair— "It's the only night when—when we're—I'm—human." The word was almost inaudible, a hoarse, tense, bitter whisper leaving his lips.
Kagome's eyes widened. "So, you'll be...human tonight? But, I mean—you look human to me most days. I mean—well—" She chuckled awkwardly— "Other than the dog ears, I guess."
Inuyasha snorted. "The biggest giveaway that I'm a half-breed," he basically spat, disgust laced deeply into his tone.
Kagome watched his ears twitch as if they mirrored the sentiment.
She took a hesitant step closer to him. "Why—God, how do I say this?—Why does this upset you? There's—" She paused, licking her lips— "There's nothing wrong with you, Inuyasha. Like this, I mean. I like you like this. I like your ears and everything about you. I like you as a half—"
"Don't, Kagome!" Inuyasha flinched away from her like she scalded him. His shoulders rose and fell like he was heaving through every breath. "There's so much shit and fuckin' baggage that goes along with all this that I'm not gettin' into with you, alright? Just be fuckin' thankful you know this much."
Kagome narrowed her eyes at him. "I am grateful you're sharing this with me, Inuyasha! Don't be pissy with me for trying to understand, okay? I'm sorry this is hard for you. I'm sorry I don't understand and you have to verbalize shit that brings you so much pain in order to bring me up to speed!"
"Why do you fucking care?"
Kagome's head recoiled. Her mouth was dry, eyes wide.
"Why would you beg me for this shit but not anythin' else, huh? I don't fuckin' understand you, Kagome!"
"And I don't fucking understand you, Inuyasha! Why is it so bad to spend a night as a human? I don't under—"
"'Cause I'm fucking weak!" he yelled at her, his hands shaking. "I'm fuckin' useless! I don't have my senses, and I don't have my strength, and everything feels fuckin' wrong and off, and it's the one night a month when half-demons are fucking hunted down by other demons and gutted because they're a fuckin' embarrassment! It's the one night a month when any demon with a grudge against me could find me and take me out if they wanted to, and I wouldn't be able to fuckin' do anything about it 'cause I'm a useless, weak, motherfuckin' human!"
The torment in his voice and the agony on his face had Kagome lurching forward to wrap her arms around his middle, pressing her face into his chest.
"I'm sorry," she cried, tears burning at her lash-line as she nuzzled her nose against him. "I'm so sorry, Inuyasha."
He reached around, as if he wanted to pry her hands off of him, but Kagome squeezed him tighter.
"Please don't make me let you go. Please don't leave or send me away. I'm sorry, Inuyasha. I didn't know—not that my ignorance makes any of this okay. I'm sorry I didn't know, that you had to tell me. I'm sorry that you go through this."
Inuyasha sighed a hiccupping breath while Kagome held herself to him, listening to the ravaging beats of his heart beneath her ear.
Silence fell over them for God knows how long, but Kagome continued to hold him, placing gentle kisses to his chest when his heart started hammering away in response to his racing thoughts. Once her own turmoil settled, Kagome licked her lips to speak.
"This happens every new moon? Once a month?"
"Roughly once a month—yeah." God, his voice sounded so gruff and anguished.
"So, since we've known each other, this has already happened a few times?"
"Yeah." She felt him nod, his chin bumping into the top of her head.
Kagome risked looking up at his face, her eyes jumping between his. His eyes were beautiful, golden and pained beneath furrowed brows. "And you went through this alone?"
Inuyasha sighed. "I always have. I always do."
"No," Kagome cried, shaking her head, "that's so not okay." She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around him even tighter as her heart began churning with grief. "It's the one night—the one night when you just said you don't feel safe. You shouldn't be alone for that! Inuyasha—I—I don't even know what to say."
Inuyasha snorted. "Why the hell are you gettin' so upset over this, Kagome?"
She snorted back at him. "Because you said you don't feel safe! You said you don't feel comfortable in your own skin. No one deserves to be alone when they're going through something so vulnerable and scary. Would—" Kagome paused, a second of rational thought having her debate if she should ask the question, but decided fuck it, she'd ask anyway— "Was Kikyou ever with you on a new moon night?"
The bitter, dejected, joyless laugh that Inuyasha released had a shiver spider-walking down Kagome's spine.
"What does that mean?" she asked in a quiet, hesitant voice.
Inuyasha scoffed. "She made it perfectly clear my transition weirded her out, so I never really saw her those nights after the one time she just let herself in and found me—like that." He shrugged. "It made her uncomfortable, so she learned to keep her distance."
"Fuck her!" Kagome spat before she could control her temper. "It made her uncomfortable? Screw her! What about you? What about the person this uncomfortable transition happens to? It shouldn't matter what she feels—she should've been able to put her own shit aside to focus on you—to support you! What kind of selfish fucking person can take something not remotely about them and make it about them? I swear, Inuyasha, I—"
His lips against the top of her head stole Kagome's words, it stole her gusto and her heat and her anger. Her shoulders rose and fell with heavy, labourious breaths. Her heart pounded like it had its own point to make.
The silence between them was loud as Kagome drowned in the raging volume of her furious heartbeats.
"Thank you for bein' mad, Kagome," Inuyasha whispered into her hair. "But calm the fuck down, alright?" He forced a gentle chuckle. "You're gonna wake your neighbours if you keep bein' that goddamn loud."
Kagome snorted and wrapped her arms around him with a renewed fervor, rubbing her face into the hollow of his chest. "I couldn't give two shits about the neighbours, Inuyasha," she muttered into his shirt.
His arms slowly slithered around her, clutching her shoulders as he lowered his head until Kagome was tucked beneath his chin.
"I'm sorry she was a stupid, inconsiderate idiot, Inuyasha. You deserve so much better."
Inuyasha nodded, an unspoken thanks he infused into their hug.
"So, what did you—do you, I guess—do those nights when you're alone?"
"Honestly?" He sounded so defeated.
"Yeah."
Inuyasha sighed a reluctant breath. "I take a sleeping pill. Normally, they don't work on me, but on new moon nights, I just want it to be over as soon as fuckin' possible so I can wake up in the morning as myself, and—"
Inuyasha sucked in a breath, silencing his words, at the sound of a sob choking from Kagome's clenched lips.
"Kagome—what're you—? Why're you—?"
Kagome's shoulders shook with her tears, her palms nimbly swiping at her cheeks, her eyes to remove tears just as quickly as new ones appeared. "I—I," she paused, taking a deep, spastic breath that shuddered on the exhale.
Inuyasha gripped her shoulders and leaned her away from him so he could look her in the eye.
She could barely keep eye contact. This beautiful creature had opened up to her about his inner demons, leaving himself vulnerable and raw for her, and Kagome couldn't stave off the emotional javelin that pierced her heart with what she heard.
"My heart is broken for you, Inuyasha," Kagome said slowly as she settled from her weeping. "It breaks my heart that this is something you've done for so long—something that you've turned to. That you've grown so okay of doing something so heartbreakingly sad. I don't want you to feel like you have to resort to a sleeping pill because you're so miserable to be alone like that."
"Kagome," Inuyasha sighed, her name drawn out over several seconds.
She looked up at him, her cheeks red underneath the tracks of tears and faint lines of mascara. "I want to be with you tonight, Inuyasha. Please don't be alone. Will you let me come over?"
He looked at her with such surprise on his face she could have received a duller reaction if she slapped him.
"Kagome—I—"
"You don't have to answer right now," she said quickly, wiping underneath her eyes with her wrists. "Think about it, okay? If you don't want me tonight, I will respect that—I will respect you. But, please, Inuyasha. Please let me stay with you tonight. I don't want you to be alone when you don't feel safe. I'd do anything for you to use me as a source of comfort, this one time, instead of a sleeping pill."
Inuyasha was silent for a long time, his eyes tracking the door behind Kagome, the flooring beneath their feet, as his thoughts consumed him.
Kagome kept her body close to his, eager to give him space to think what he needed to think, to sort out what he needed to sort out.
"Okay," he said finally, with a gentle nod of his head.
Kagome looked up at him expectantly. "Okay? You'll think about it?"
Inuyasha offered her a forced smile. "Okay, you can come over."
"R—really?" Kagome's eyes widened.
Inuyasha snorted. "Yeah, if it means that much to you, Kagome—yeah, you can come over tonight."
Her heart lurched into overdrive with frenetic, eager thrusts in her chest. "Can—can I bring anything?"
"I don't typically do anythin' once the sun sets so..." He shrugged. "If you want somethin', bring it, but otherwise, don't worry about me."
"I do worry about you, Inuyasha." Kagome squeezed him around the middle.
"Why? Why do you worry about me, Kagome?"
She couldn't read the expression on his face, the emotion behind his eyes.
Did he really not know how she felt about him? She didn't necessarily hide it... Or, was he just feeling vulnerable from their conversation, what he shared with her, that he needed to hear her say it?
"You know why, Inuyasha."
He grinned, a cautiously optimistic uptick of one side of his mouth. "Tell me anyway."
Kagome pushed up on her toes to place a soft kiss to his lips. "Because I tolerate you, Inuyasha. That's why."