KOTODAMA

"The soul that resides within words"

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Chapter XXVIII

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Bibliographic registry

Scroll Nº 35

Discovery 8828, Sengoku

During this afternoon, as I helped Kagome in the bathroom, she recalled a moment of our time together, one that had been left quite behind in my memory

"Today, I've remembered our first time," she said, and that made me smile.

"I remember it too," I voiced, then she took my hand and kissed it.

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InuYasha stood by the window of Kagome's small room, looking outside, with his hand and forearm resting on the wooden frame. Meanwhile, Kagome was sitting on the chair by her desk, in a casual posture that allowed her to hold her sketchbook as she traced some lines. InuYasha knew that methodical work by now, through which she would ask him to adopt different poses, which were then further refined by the pictures that could only be found in her mind. His gaze was cast on her for a moment, as he remained silent; he liked how Kagome would fit her hair behind her ear, leaving a part of her neck exposed. Moved, he felt, before the focus and effort she was putting in her task, and so a thought reached his mind, warm as the morning they were sharing; she was like that in everything she set out to do. He had a hard time finding a place for that thought, for it felt like a confirmation of a memory in his heart.

"Don't move," she asked him, after lifting her gaze to stare at her model.

InuYasha turned his face away again, exposing his profile, just like she had requested him to do at the start of this drawing session.

"Not so high," he heard her ask.

He lowered his chin, trying to achieve the same angle she had requested in the beginning.

"Not so low." Her voice was soft, although reasonable, and that took him to move on her request once more.

He lifted his chin again, less than before this time, in order to achieve what Kagome was asking for, however, she clicked her tongue instead.

"Wrong? Again?" He wondered while looking at her directly. Fresh they were still, in his mind, the messages they exchanged that very same morning.

Are you mad?

I am. A bit. Even so, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.

InuYasha had to admit that, despite those messages, she had received him kindly. She asked if he'd had breakfast, something he assured her he'd done, even though it wasn't true, to which she became visibly calmer, right before adding seriousness to her gaze. In that moment, InuYasha thought about explaining himself, yet words failed him, because mentioning everything that connected him to the Kyomu, and Naraku, may only result in Kagome deciding it was moment to distance herself from him. He understood then, that such a moment was what he feared so much. Since the time they first met, he had only shown her the good parts, and just some of the less appropriate ones that surrounded his life; an inherent reticence coming over him, when it came to the most corrupted sides.

For, what girl like Kagome, could wish to see herself involved with the kind of underground crime he himself moved in?

"I'm sorry," was the only thing he managed to say. All the strength of his thoughts went into them, however, and she seemed to understand that.

He saw her sighing, before coming to his side and taking his hand, soon leading them towards the room.

"Now you'll be modeling for me as compensation," she said.

He smiled faintly, almost entirely to himself. He felt cheerful for having pleased her, for, even if it was hard to admit it, he had fallen in love with Kagome.

That was why they were in their current situation.

After her complaints about his performance as a model, she stood up in one swift motion, manifesting that decisiveness that was so like her, as if the world needed her strength of character. She approached her, and with the tip of her fingers, she cupped his chin. There, InuYasha felt their pressure, one each side of his jaw.

It had been a few weeks now since he stole a touch of her lips, and in that time, none of them had taken a step that wasn't meant for friendship, or because of the artistic deal they had. However, right there, a first silence gave way to other sensations, and Kagome's hold lost its grip, without ever finishing the gesture. InuYasha held back his breath, expecting something he couldn't quite discern, only for her to speak with a softness somewhat different from the one before; a hesitant one.

"I think is okay like that." Her fingers left the hold completely, only to become a subtle caress as they freed him.

InuYasha's memories became stuck on the bottleneck that was his yearning for her. The thought of what is proper was not even entertained, as his mind realized he just didn't want to renounce her touch anymore, not after the anguish he'd experienced before conceiving her involved in his matters with Naraku. That emotion was what made him react, his hand quickly taking hold of her wrist, the very same one that had been on the window's frame until now. He met Kagome's eyes, that valley of chestnut brown color that spoke of ideas, of worlds, of possibilities. Then, his gaze rested on her pink, parted lips, that seemed to be trying to capture the air in short breaths.

"Kagome," he named her.

Sometimes, there is no need for anything else; a word, a name, was enough to open the world, wide.

InuYasha touched her waist with his free hand, exerting a docile pressure with his fingers. Then, he leaned towards her, unable to hide his desire to kiss her, something he had been holding back for far too long. He could feel the need of recalling and sensing the soft and warm skin of her lips, his gaze locked on them, only to return to her eyes once they were but a palm away from touch. That was going to be the first real kiss between them; not a stolen and candid one. This was going to be a caress that would encompass the whole of his passion.

Kagome was feeling as if she were immersed in a nebula, pulling her away from the world and the place she was in; suddenly, everything had ceased to exist, leaving her closeness to InuYasha as the only thing remaining. She pushed everything else aside; the drawing she had been working on, the place they were in, the time without him. In detail, came through her mind every single place InuYasha was touching; the pressure of his fingers, his breath, so close to her mouth. She was able to feel her body trembling from yearning, and then she knew herself but one movement away from a transcendent decision.

She had met InuYasha in a way that could even be considered fortuitous, however, from that very same instant, she knew that such a coincidence was impossible. She didn't question if she was falling for him, or why was he such a split image of the character in her head. For her, one was an extension of the other. Maybe, that was precisely the reason why she trusted him without reserve, beyond what rational laws the world may have. That idea, like a plain and clear conclusion, flooded her with an emotion that left no room for doubt; she wanted to be with him.

That's the reason why she lifted herself, shortening that small distance separating them. She rested her lips over InuYasha's, hearing him release a short and surprised sigh that only made her tense up with a thought; would he like her kiss?

After that first touch of his mouth, so many days ago, no change could be observed between them, yet Kagome knew something was different; she could feel it beneath her skin, in the words left unsaid, and all of it was only further ascertained before the sudden yet conclusive answer she received from him, as he pulled her towards him, close enough to feel the touch of his chest. Kagome held herself of the arms around her, and closed her eyes in order to simply feel. She was barely able to discern the rapture coming over her, from the way InuYasha was taking her mouth; a place between delicacy and clarity something that made her realize her own wish for more. Before that idea, she enveloped his neck in her arms, allowing a deeper kiss, and a more spread-out body-contact. InuYasha was set aback, as if trying to regain his balance, without ever letting go, a sigh escaping him amidst the kiss, a mix of anguish and joy, that only made Kagome's skin bristle, and tremble without control.

"Kagome." Again, just one word. Again, her name said through a tone of voice so deep that it ran a shiver through her body.

"InuYasha," she muttered, each syllable dragged and made to last, as she wished for her words to be much like a caress. This time, it was his turn to tremble.

InuYasha's heart was beating, pounding against his chest to the point of pain. The kiss they were sharing were but moist touches meant to recognize each other, amidst sighs and shortened breaths. The heat was rising higher and higher, it was evident for his senses, as Kagome began to lead him backwards. Where was his willpower and strength, he wondered, to be handled with such dexterity by such small body. He noted the edge of the bed behind his knees, and showed no resistance as he fell and sat on it, much less when Kagome seemed to gain a more comfortable height to kiss him. InuYasha perceived her decisiveness through the intensity of the caress, and the way her delicate fingers were sinking in his hair, brushing his nape. Her name possessed one of his sighs again, one that did not escape, however, due to the ecstatic and taming kiss.

It wasn't his first kiss, yet somehow, it felt as if he had never tasted someone's lips in his entire life. InuYasha knew himself prisoner of a strange, deep and completely new emotion then; his mind was clouded by Kagome's closeness, the heat coming from her body, the yearning in her kisses, everything that she was willingly giving. His hold on her waist became tighter, over what he could only consider, far too many clothes. She lost her breath, so his ears told him, yet not the rhythm from her lips' caresses, and so he sought to explore inside her with his tongue. His mind, feverish by passion, formed a question that only further fanned the fire in him… What was the taste of Kagome's sex like?

He felt his heart racing faster, if that was even possible, and his own sex began to press against his pants, which only made him wish to push her closer, and so seek relief from such a tension. He heard himself letting out his breath amidst the kiss, sounding like a clear whine that she did not miss.

"Something wrong?" was the small question, released over his lips.

InuYasha huffed, and disregarding right or wrong, he pushed her against his arising erection.

Kagome found herself surprised, strangely so, for desire was something she could understand, yet she had never felt it like now. She had been trying to not take hurried steps in this relationship without a name, yet the urge of feeling him closer, was far stronger than her sanity. She placed a knee on the bed, right by InuYasha's hip, creating the attempt of straddling him. She stopped, before making it a fact, noting an uncertainty taking hold of her emotions. InuYasha's gaze was fixed on hers, and she could read in them a fervor that seemed to be brighten the already bright golden of his eyes. That gave her the motivation she needed to proceed, guided and helped by the touch of his hand, the edges of her green skirt stretching out with the movement.

"Shit, that tiny skirt," InuYasha thought, for he had noticed it in the very same instant Kagome opened the door for him. There was no holding back the desire of touching her bare legs now.

He heard her sigh with anxiety in the moment he rested his hand just by the edge of the high tights she was wearing. Another thought, charged by the fleeting yearning of desire, crossed him; he wanted to touch her more. So, his hands began to seek beneath her skirt, caution and subtlety a mere warning that was not heeded, as his fingertips brushed the skin, gently, in an attempt as to not come as sordid. A failed attempt, however, when both his hands filled themselves with the high part of her thighs, until they reached the edge of her panties. Considering if he should stop, took him an enormous effort, but then he also felt Kagome's hands, slipping beneath his shirt until she touched his abdomen with the back of her fingers. Their kiss stopped then, and they remained very still, breathing each other, waiting for something they could consider a signal, for none of this had been consented through words. They needed to know if the path of passion was taking them both in the same direction. Kagome brushed his lips with delicate shyness then, pulling back immediately, leaving a sigh that slid inside InuYasha's mouth, a gesture he considered but a show of the weak resistance they were sharing. That idea became reassuring, and he sighed over her mouth, wishing to kiss her again. He found so sweet, so marvelously exciting, to see her melting in her arms. If he were asked if he loved her, the answer would fail him, simply because he knew that the yearning of having her for himself, for life, was something bubbling in his belly, with such veracity that there was no way to refute it.

Greed made him held her by the hips, then sway them on his lap, obeying a primitive emotion of union. Both bodies brushed against each other over the cloth as a barrier, and the kiss that until now was lip deep, opened before the graze of their tongues. InuYasha felt the warm interior of her mouth, and had the sensations of being drunk in pleasure. He could note how the caresses, the contained and yearning sounds she was letting out, without ever stopping their kiss, were disconnecting him from reality; he needed more than what Kagome was giving him. His fingers applied more pressure over the skin they were touching, and he lifted his hips in search of relief for the hardness of his sex. Kagome moaned in a mix of solace and yearning, representing the emotion they were sharing. Atter that, she touched him with open hands, first his torso, then his ribs, a restless caress from hands that were used to trace lines and shapes over sheets of paper. He heard her sigh, a sound that only further ascertained the idea of it being pure desire.

"Kagome," he muttered her name over the lips he was kissing.

She began to tremble, unceasingly. InuYasha felt uneasy, and so pulled away just enough to look at her eyes, yet her gaze remained on his mouth, and although she was shaking, her caresses had not stopped, nor her attempts at resuming their kisses.

"Are you alright?" InuYasha's voice was discordant, dark, and even so, his words were sweet.

Kagome began to nod, only to then rest her head on his shoulder.

"Yes," he heard her say, amidst her shaking, that was slowly subsiding yet was still there. "It's just that…" she hesitated, and he waited for her to find her voice again, "… I know what one does now, but I don't know if I'll know how to do it in a way that you'd like…"

InuYasha understood the sensations she was going through, for he could see his own, reflected on her. Kagome noted the way his hands, still on her waist, gave her a caress that was full of inequitable tenderness.

"You can do anything you may want to do," he muttered, over her hair, as it hid her.

"Even if I'm shaking?" Kagome's question staggered, before another quiver.

InuYasha thought maybe it was time to try to snuff out the passion. He even questioned the outburst itself, which he had when initiating the kiss that had led them here. However, it was she the one who was on him, and not the other way around.

"Of course." InuYasha tried to be sweet. Then he tried to pull away his hands, yet Kagome stopped him by placing one of her own on his.

"Don't," she asked, closing her eyes as she tried to hold back another shudder. She laughed, and thought that if it kept happening, she was going to scare him off.

"I'm sorry, Kagome. I shouldn't have hurried…"

"Shh…" she silenced him, not moving from the refuge she had found on his shoulder. She was also deliberating between what she should do, and what she wanted to do.

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To be continued.

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A/N

Finally, I'm at this part of the story. I've written this lemon more times than I can recall, because I needed for many things, of the story, to come together in it. There is still some left, it won't be a one-chapter lemon. I've you've liked it, and that you tell me in the comments.

Kisses,

Anyara

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart