warning: lemons ahoy

Chapter 6

The Miko and the Hanyou walked hand in hand, passing the Goshinboku while they strolled by at a leisurely pace, its great mass of undulating leaves rustling with the wind. Kagome couldn't help but to brush her hands against the roughness of the bark affectionately as they passed, sending the tree a silent thank you. A thank you for watching over her family, a thank you for brining her and InuYasha together. With her touch, her Reiki rose unbidden, in an answer to the sacred power that still pulsated inside the tree. it was one of mystery, something ancient and tightly intertwined with the threads of fate. She wondered if InuYasha could sense this too, but she didn't ask. Instead, she only smiled, and kept pace with him as they made their way down the path that led out to the busy street.

The silence between them was comfortable, familiar, neither of them feeling the need to ruin the mood with unnecessary words. For now, they were both content to just enjoy the time that they were given, without the responsibilities that would normally bind them getting in the way.

InuYasha couldn't believe that Kagome had managed to get him into this modern outfit, but he was even more so surprised by how little he minded. Beside him, she was radiating happiness, practically bursting with it, and that was enough for him. The shoes weren't his favorite. The confined feeling was something he wasn't used to, he much preferred feeling the earth beneath his soles but if it made her happy, he wouldn't complain. Plus, it really did help him to blend in. Hardly anyone they'd passed had given him a second glance, save for a few females, which he easily dismissed. How could he pay attention to anything besides the glowing radiance of the girl who walked beside him? She was the sun. captivating, bursting with energy, he felt drawn to her.

He let her pull him along, pointing out various landmarks, things like statues and fountains all glistening in the late afternoon light, shiny and seemingly like magic to his eyes. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and as much as he tried, he just couldn't keep a smirk from working its way onto his lips. She was just too cute. Her personality really shined at that moment, and he realized that this was how she should always be. Chocolate eyes alight with amusement, that smile he so loved twisting at her lips and her warm little hand wrapped firmly in his own.

Everything had changed. Just a few days ago, he'd sworn to himself that he could never love anyone again, but…

Kikyo

The name was a whisper in the back of his mind. Dark and heavy with bad memories, but some good ones too. He felt uneasy, looking down at the girl who looked so much like her, except for the softness off her mouth, and the open tenderness that her eyes held for him. Kagome was pure of heart, kind in ways that he had never known before. She was someone that he could depend on.

She pulled him in with her sweetness, with her willingness to be his, with her eyes that said many things to him in that moment.

…Kagome

A while later, As the sun was sinking beneath the horizon, painting the skyline with a brilliant smattering of reds, oranges, pinks, and purples of all hues, Kagome and InuYasha had found themselves sitting on a bench, underneath one of the cherry blossom trees in one of her favorite parks.

It was after hours, technically the park closed at sunset but that hadn't mattered to either of them really, the view was beautiful. They faced a large pond, decorated with stone sculptures and gorgeous plants that were carefully manicured and pristine looking. The setting sun backlit the skyscrapers that rose behind the tree line, its light bouncing off the many glass windows to dance on the calm surface of the pond.

The tranquility that Kagome had found here over the many times she'd visited, was something she valued greatly. It was a place she had come when she needed some quiet; it was a place of reflection and meditation, making it a sacred spot to her, not a place she had ever brought anyone.

But InuYasha was different.

During the daytime, it could get busy, lots of tourist and locals alike meandering the trails of the garden. But after hours, when darkness fell, and the stars lit up the sky was another matter entirely. It seemed a holy place. an oasis. Something straight out of the past. It was a simple thing to hop a fence, even for Kagome.

The last of the suns rays slowly sank beneath the horizon, blanketing the land with soft darkness while the moon began to take its place in the sky. They spoke of trivial things for a while, of stars and planets, Kagome making a mental note to show him a picture of the solar system sometime as she was sure it would absolutely blow his mind. She loved this side of him, so relaxed and confident with their easy banter, his arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She wanted to ask him what had changed, what was different now. But she daren't break the moment, the calmness between them that seemed rare sometimes. He was warm, slit-pupil eyes holding amusement as he looked down at her.

She couldn't help but smile when she thought of the longs nights she'd spent here, under the very same moon with her notebook, scribbling her thoughts onto the paper in hopes that everything might seem a little clearer then. She would have never imagined that she would be sitting here with the same man who had caused her so much of the heartbreak that she had come here to try and escape from. He was the same, but also different now. Kinder, a little more patient, but no less stubborn than he'd always been. He accepted her, finally, and that was all she cared about. They'd both made mistakes, and neither of them would ever be perfect.

I think I'm okay with that

She leaned her head on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent as they stared up at the stars together. Though not as magnificent as the ones of the past, they still sparkled among the velvet darkness of the sky, their light weak but still burning.

Weak but still burning

It reminded her of Kikyo. A shade of her own soul trapped in a husk of magic and clay, sustained by the dirt of her grave and the enchantment of a dead witch. Kagome was sad for her. Her existence was loneliness and pain. Cursed. She couldn't help the shudder that passed through her, she couldn't imagine a fate worse than the one Kikyo had been dealt.

The Hanyou tightened his hold on her, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulders as if he could sense the dark turn her thoughts had taken.

"Is something wrong?" his rough voice broke the stillness of the night, pulling her out of her own mind and back into the moment.

Lie.

The voice in her head whispered, urging her to preserve the calmness between them. She shook her head, hoping to clear it. InuYasha would be able to scent the lie on her lips with his sharp Yokai nose, she knew there was no point.

"I just… I don't know why, but I was thinking of Kikyo. "her voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the wind but she was certain he had heard. The name of the priestess felt sour on her tongue as if she could taste every bad feeling she'd ever had accumulated all at once.

She watched his face carefully as he shifted his eyes away, looking out over the perfect stillness of the water. She wondered what he could possibly be thinking, but he didn't speak for a long time. He just sat with her settled against his side, his expression was calm, thoughtful.

"Right now, right here, it just you and me, Kagome. Nobody else." He finally spoke, his voice deep and compelling when he finally turned his gaze back on her, his eyes glowing bright with emotion as his claw-tipped hand came up to cradle her cheek.

Don't think about her now, just us.

InuYasha held her eyes, hoping to commit the look on her face to memory. She looked upon him with such softness, it made his heartache with longing. He took her mouth then, kissing her with a passion that she was eager to accept, her body responding clumsily. He could feel her fingers tightening in the fabric of his jacket, urging him even closer. He could feel her heart pick up speed in her chest, could hear the pounding of the blood in her veins like the beating of a mighty drum, the sound driving him closer to losing his coveted control. Her lips, so warm and soft, worked messily against his own, her tongue stroking lightly, seeking.

He could scent the arousal drifting off her skin, perfuming the air with its sweetness. It was intoxicating. Cherry blossom, jasmine, her own musk. It was almost too much for his heightened senses to bear. He couldn't restrain the growl that ripped itself from his throat, the bestial half of his heart threatening to lose itself free and devour the girl beneath him, body and soul.

He expected her to pull away, to sense that he was more Yokai than a man at that moment and turn from him. He could feel the fangs in his mouth lengthening, the purple markings burning as they formed jagged on his cheeks. But he was wrong, all wrong. He should've known better than anyone that Kagome would never run from him, she would always stay no matter what beast he became. She only pressed him closer, and he could smell the spike of energy that rose in her blood. Excitement. It was sharp and tangy, crackling like electricity in the air between them, driving him to run his hands along the exposed skin of her arms, feeling the goosebumps that formed with his touch.

"InuYasha…" Her voice was heavy with desire, shaking with it. He lowered his mouth to her neck while she gasped for air, lavishing attention on the spot with languid movements of his tongue, drawing a low moan out of her. The sound only added to his frenzy. He could taste her wanting, her need rising of her skin in waves. His hands grabbed at her hips harshly, the tips of his claws gently digging into the supple flesh there.

The heat in his belly was rising with every second that passed, burning through him, setting his skin ablaze. He knew instinctually that even though his time was drawing steadily closer, his demon was not yet fully matured enough to support a full mate bond. He could barely think straight, he could hardly keep himself from shaking when his hand slid underneath the skirt of her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh beneath his seeking fingers. Though he wouldn't be able to bond her now, he could still…

He wanted to smirk, but his mouth was occupied elsewhere, nipping at any bit of flesh he could get his teeth on, testing. With each gentle tug of his teeth, Kagome moaned and writhed in his grasp, her hands coming up to fist in his hair, knocking to hat off his head carelessly as she did. It fell to the ground and was promptly ignored by both of them as he slowly worked her body.

His fingers, that had been caressing the pale skin of her thigh, had drifted up, close to that precious spot between her legs that he so wanted to touch. He pulled away, breathing hard, to look at her face, searching. Her eyes glittered beneath lush lashes, lips pink and parted slightly as she panted. He wanted to brush his fingers along the wet heat that he could feel emanating from there, wanted to rock her with pleasure that would shake the very foundations of the earth. He just didn't know if he was brave enough.

"InuYasha," She said again, breathy and trembling.

"Yes, Kagome?" he murmured, entranced by the fullness of her mouth. A blush rose on her cheeks, coloring them prettily in the pale moonlight.

"Please… I want you to... touch me."

Those words… so sensuous coming from her sweet mouth woke carnal instincts deep within him. A devilish smile curved across his face, something that was all Yokai in its wickedness. And when her eyes widened, he knew that he must look more demon than human to her in that moment. Her heart rate picked up, but by her scent, she wasn't scared… but he could smell her desire rising in waves, washing over his heightened senses, overwhelming him completely. She was everything. Nothing mattered except touching her softness, hearing her ragged breathing. He dragged his face along her neck, inhaling deeply of her natural fragrance, letting it settle over him like a heavy blanket, pulling him closer to the little Miko in his arms.

She was so vulnerable in that moment. Cheeks flushed, breathing hard with her skirt rode up her shapely thighs, nearly exposing her. But she didn't seem to notice, he, however, zeroed in on this immediately, his mouth-watering with the sweet smell of her. He couldn't help but lick his lips, hovering over her now, pinning her to the bench.

Her back arched painfully against the cold metal but she couldn't have cared less. InuYasha was lighting her up, causing wetness to pool in her panties with just the simple stroke of his hands on her skin. Briefly, her mind had a moment of clarity, suddenly realizing that they were in a public place, but in almost the same moment she decided that she just didn't care. That blue fire that she knew so well was burning, smoldering, begging for him to touch her just a little more, an aching need that she couldn't ignore. His gaze was intense, heady with unbridled lust and something else, something Yokai. It only served to heat her blood, even more, that look. He was studying her, his eyes dragging over her body appreciatively in a predatory way. She found that as much as she wanted to cover herself, splayed so lewdly before him, she was rooted to the spot, held by the intensity of his eyes, the lust that shone plainly, but also something that was deeper, tenderness, maybe.

Please

She wanted to whisper, but her voice had betrayed her. Please. Do something. Anything. This was pure torture. Why was he hesitating? Her body was begging for it, aching for more. More what, exactly, she wasn't sure. But if she knew one thing for certain, she thought, licking her lips at the sight of the Hanyou over her, she wanted to find out.

InuYasha let his eyes get their fill before he just couldn't bear dragging the moment out any longer. Before he could lose his courage, he leaned down to capture her mouth again, his sharp teeth nipping gently, his tongue seeking. She didn't disappoint him. She bloomed under him like a flower, soaking up the moonlight with its petals. He steeled himself as he slowly slid one of his hands up to cup her breast softly, asking without words. When she didn't pull away, didn't sit him or smack him, and instead leaned into his gentle touch, he relaxed, smiling against her mouth. He began to toy with her in earnest, his deft hands seeking out the sensitive tip of her nipple through the thin fabric that covered her bust, teasing the sounds out of her. He loved how primal it felt, her moaning into his mouth without any restraint as he worked her. He could feel all his blood pumping down into his throbbing erection, the tightness of the jeans quickly becoming uncomfortable.

He ignored it, and in one swift motion he pulled down the top of her dress, exposing the perfect roundness of her breasts to his eager mouth. All logical thought vanished the moment he set his sights on her full breasts, adorned with pert nipples that were a soft pink in the darkness, hardening as the cool air caressed them. He ran his lounge along the valley between them, savoring the taste of her delicate skin on his tongue, groaning. His hands were on her as he ravaged her, drinking in her moans as he flicked his tongue over the taut pink nipple with abandon while she writhed underneath him. The demon that was usually calm, sleeping, woke with a fury in his blood now, urging, commanding. Whispering all sorts of dark things that only served to ignite his passion further. He would take her, here, beneath the stars and among the trees like his ancestors had done before him. It was instinct, driving him, demanding that he dominate her, make her submit.

Alpha

The darkness seemed to whisper.

He was past the point of fighting. The human half of him had retreated, far into the corners of his split soul, and all he could feel was the beat of that drum, the sound pounding in his ears in an ancient song, mesmerizing and all-consuming. It drowned out every fear, every worry, and inhibition. He was powerful, he could feel it throbbing through him beneath his skin, surging forward in a response to her own power that was softer, gentler, but not weaker. It tempted him, that power. The pure embodiment of Kagome herself, teasing the wisps of Yokai that trailed over her iridescent skin, playful and seductive.

Her body was soft and warm and so willing, begging for his touch with every shiver and every shake. He couldn't get his hands on her the way he wanted, he realized quickly, the awkward position that the bench afforded them wouldn't allow it. Without thinking, he wrapped her up in his arms and laid her on the softness of the grass, eased by her relaxed expression as she settled against it. Her top was still pulled down, and he knew by the heavy flush of her cheeks that she was well aware of that fact. He grinned, his body looming over her as he pinned her to the ground. His mouth found her neck again, eliciting delicious whimpering from the girl that had his heart racing again. His fangs, elongated in his primal state, scraped over her shoulder, his inner demon roaring, shivering with pleasure as he thought of how good it would feel to mark her there one day, to mate her, make her truly his. He could only imagine how sweet her blood would taste, how it would burn through him like liquid fire.

He pulled away from her neck at length, unable to stop the desire that drove him to push the skirt of her dress up until it bunched up around her waist, exposing the soft white fabric of the underthings that she wore. A groan escaped him as he stared at the offending material, irritated that there was still something standing in his way. With a low growl that sent shivers down Kagome's spine, he used one of his sharp claws to tear them off her.

She could only stare, her heart stopping in her chest while he grinned down at her triumphantly, a predatory gleam in his hungry eyes. She couldn't move, barely dared to breathe under that powerful gaze. In that moment, he was the hunter, and now she was his prey.

In a second he was on her, pouncing, trapping her beneath him, his fingers teasing over her wetness, gentle but not gentle. She gasped at the feeling, arching into his touch, unable to stop the shaking of her legs or even control the moans that were filling the air around them. The feeling was indescribable. His hands were rough, calloused from years of battle but they were also tender, stroking.

She could feel the smile on his lips when he captured her mouth again, dominating the kiss with a ferocious passion that only heightened her pleasure. Kissing him alone was bliss, but now he was touching her, clouding her thoughts and doing all kinds of things to her body that left her putty in his arms.

Skilled fingers zeroed in on the small bundle of nerves there, and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the intensity of the feeling as it rocked through her. His tongue slid against her own hotly as he slowly started to build a rhythm, a pulse of pleasure shooting across her skin with every brush of his thumb. Something was building, deep and low in her belly as he circled the pink little pearl. Her head was spinning, she was drowning in the sensation, crying out his name against his mouth as he worked her, merciless in his assault on her senses. Heat spread across her skin, burning her up in the most delicious way. She was getting closer, closer, but to what, she didn't know. A great wave of pleasure was growing, threatening to crash over her with every pass of his fingers, his claws that teased her skin exquisitely. Her hands wove into the fine silver locks of his hair, tightening, holding him there against her mouth.

And then suddenly, without warning, that great wave that had been slowly building finally reached its peak, and she was falling. Falling, flying, every nerve and cell in her body alight with a sweet fire that was consuming her, from the inside out. His name fell from her lips over and over again as that all-consuming pleasure racked through her, her head swimming and the whole world seeming to spin. She writhed beneath him, legs shaking as she finally broke their kiss with a gasp and a broken whisper of his name.

"Inu…Yasha…"

The sound of his name passing her swollen lips, so breathy and shaking with her desire, only stoked the fire in his blood further. A sense of male pride grew in him as he looked down at her, panting and flushed in the moonlight, her skin seeming to glow with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She had never looked more beautiful than she did in that moment.

"Kagome." He murmured her name softly, like a prayer, and he leaned down to kiss her again, gently this time. When he pulled away, she was gazing up at him through her lashes, her eyes heady and clouded with lust.

He wasted no time then, knowing that she was ready for him now. He stripped the modern clothes from his body until he was bare before her, taking satisfaction in the way her eyes roamed over him shyly, past the vast expanse of his muscular chest, down to the aching hardness of his erection.

He was over her again in an instant, kissing away her nervousness with a tenderness that instantly relaxed her. His hands were everywhere, roaming over the skin of her breasts, dipping down to test the wetness that had pooled at her center, dripping down her thighs. And when he pulled away from her mouth to settle himself between them, she was sure that she'd forgotten how to breathe. The tip of his hardness teased at her slit, coating him in her slick juices, and she couldn't stop the throaty moan that passed her lips at the feeling of him there.

His large hands gripped her hips, the tips of his claws sinking into her skin, drawing little pinpricks of bright red blood to the surface. Though it hurt a little, the pain was almost as good as the pleasure. InuYasha growled deep in his throat as the sharp metallic scent of her blood filled the air, the sound sending an excited shiver through her. His body was hard, carved like marble and his skin like silk as it brushed her own. His throbbing length slid against her again, brushing that little bundle of nerves that had given her the most intense pleasure of her life. Her breath escaped her in a strangled gasp, her body quivering and shaking.

"Please."

It was the only word she could think of, the only one that made any sense. Please.

It was enough. At that moment, the half-demon above her let out a thunderous roar and sank into her wet heat, all the way to the hilt. Kagome was unable to stop the initial cry of pain that forced it way past her teeth at the sudden intrusion, the sudden fullness of his hard length buried inside her. She could feel his body shaking as he forced himself to hold still, his claws still digging painfully into her skin, the drops of blood now trailing down her thighs wetly. His red eyes, all Yokai in their unabashed lust and wickedness stared down at her, waiting.

Slowly, the pain of her barrier-breaking began to ebb away, leaving only the discomfort of being stretched wide. Her eyes flicked back up to the Hanyou above her, who was obviously struggling to hold back for her sake. Her hands slid up his chest, trailing over his silken skin and the hard muscles that flexed there to grasp at the heavy beads around his neck, pulling him for another deep kiss. "I'm okay." Her voice was quiet, sounding ragged even to her own ears. "please, keep going."

That was all the confirmation that he needed. His movements were slow at first, his muscles clenched tightly with restraint as his length slid in and out of her. He wanted to rut with her harshly, ravage her body like the beast was begging for. It took everything in him to repress his demon, to force himself to take it at a pace her body would accept. But the scent of her blood… it was making his head swim, clouding his thoughts with the intoxicating aroma. His more feral instincts were screaming, demanding. But he steeled himself with clenched teeth, doing everything he could just to focus on the girl beneath him, her body quivering around the intrusion of his hardness. So long as he lived, he would never forget this moment. His eyes devoured her body hungrily, painting a portrait of her in his mind that he would cherish forever.

He built up to a steady rhythm, instinctually sensing when she was ready for more. She was so warm, so wet, clenching around him so tightly that he couldn't help but moan his appreciation, the sound echoing among the trees, guttural and low. He could taste her desire in the heady air, balmy and electric, pulsing. His grin was feral when her hips began to meet his every thrust, her head thrown back in ecstasy and unrestricted moans falling out of that sweet mouth of hers. Knowing that he was giving her pleasure, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, it ignited his blood with an intensity that he had never known. Nothing, no one, had ever made him feel like this before. It was beyond words, beyond rationalization.

Bucking her body against him, Kagome was losing herself in the steady thrust of his hips. All she knew was pleasure, his rock-hard body teasing her sensitive nerves, sending electric shivers crackling across her skin. She knew she was babbling, her broken words senseless as he consumed her.

"Oh!- oh! Inu…Yasha! Yes…"

Encouraged by the sound of his name on her lips, gasping and panting beneath him, he only dove into her harder, again and again until he could feel his own peak approaching quickly, spurred by the tight quivering of her heat around him.

She was reeling, her body vibrating and pulsing as she strained toward that feeling again, the feeling of falling, of sweet oblivion. He seemed to know just what to do to send her there, every thrust, every scrape of his claws, every growl… it all worked in tandem to get that fire in her blood going, reaching new heights as he hit a spot deep inside that had her eyes rolling back in her head and her legs tightening around him, pulling him in even deeper.

"Look at me."

His voice was low, rough and growling. It was a command; one she was unable to ignore. She finally unscrewed her eyes and looked up at the Hanyou above her, his tanned skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the moonlight. His golden eyes glittered with desire, narrowed with lust.

She could hardly breathe. He was too beautiful, too perfect, too otherworldly. Hers. His name passed her lips again, soft and charged with her want, her need. She was close, so close, to that life-altering peak that she had fallen from not so long ago.

Please

That pulsing heat was growing, unbearable as it threatened to consume her.

"InuYasha…"

His name again, pleading, begging.

Without warning, he increased his pace, his hardness filling her to the brim with every stroke. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry. The pleasure was too much… too intense and she felt like it was never going to end. She was on the edge of something glorious, she could feel it rising deep within her, smoldering there, burning her up with delirious fever.

And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she broke. Her body clenching and spasming around him as she let out a shuddering cry, her vision going black as she sagged in his embrace.

She could feel him above her, shaking, roaring out his own release with a snarl as he spilled inside her.

He held himself inside her for a moment longer, riding out his orgasm sheathed in her quivering wetness. With a shuddering breath, he collapsed on the grass beside her, crushing her against his chest as they panted, satisfied and trembling. The moon shone down on their bodies, intertwined beneath its pure light. InuYasha couldn't think straight. His mind was foggy in the wake of his intense climax. All he could feel was her delicate form pressed against him so intimately, one of those impossibly long legs of hers hooked around his hips. He wanted to fall asleep just like that, naked and with his woman in his arms.

His woman.

When did he start thinking of her like that? he wondered as he looked down at her, eyes feeling heavy.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and cheeks flushed pink. He could feel warmth grip his chest as he studied her, thoughtful. She was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Her skin was like moonlight, her hair as black as the velvet expanse of the sky. She could've been a goddess, cradled against his chest.

Kagome had never felt so relaxed in her whole life. Her body was like jelly, molded to the half-demon lewdly. But she didn't care. In that moment, the whole world could've been burning to cinders but she would have stayed right where she was, clinging to the man she loved.

Loved.

She could admit that to herself easily enough, she'd known if for a long time now. There was only one person who could ever make her feel this way, and she'd never let him go, not for anything. The tips of his glass-like claws ghosted over her sides, leaving a tingling trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her eyes flickered open, gazing up at the Hanyou with heavy lids.

"H-hey." She stumbled over her words, cheeks coloring even further as she couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed by what they'd just done. He had made her lose every shred of control that she'd possessed, had shattered it like delicate glass. She had wanted him, badly, but maybe she'd made a fool of herself some way… or maybe she just wasn't good at…it. Her mind was running away with her like it had the tendency to do often, and at the worst of times. As if he could sense her anxieties his hand trailed up to cup her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"You are… perfect." His voice was low and genuine, his eyes speaking volumes of his tenderness, his care for her. That look was one that she promised herself to never forget. He leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, stealing her breath away.

They laid there for a while longer, drinking in those last few intimate moments before they both knew that it was time for them to go. They rose together, Kagome blushing as she looked on his nakedness again, his beauty was unforgiving in all its glory, his body that of a gladiator of ancient times. There was a blush on his cheeks too, she realized, and she knew that he was looking over her own body as well. Her dress was uncomfortably bunched around the middle, her breasts exposed to the cool night air, hardening the taut peaks of her nipples. Her panties were a complete lost cause, torn to shreds on the ground. InuYasha began to dress, awkwardly pulling on the garments in a way that made her giggle. She pulled her dress back to were it should be, pulling the fabric over her chest again and restoring her modesty. For the most part, anyway. She helped the half-demon fasten the button of his jeans, eyes avoiding his coyly as she blushed.

She turned to go, following the path and out the corner of her eye, when he thought she hadn't been looking, she caught sight of InuYasha hurriedly stuffing the ruined fabric of her panties into his pocket with a smug grin twisting at his lips. She pretended not to see, her blush only intensifying. He slipped his hand through hers and led her back the way they'd come, that smile never leaving his face.

A/N: Hey guys! okay, so I was sooooo nervous to post this chapter! I worked really hard on it and I'm proud of how it came out, I hope you guys enjoyed and definitely drop me a review and tell me what you think! I have so many plans for this story, devious, devious plans hehe :) Thanks for reading!