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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
Category: InuYasha > General
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I know, I said I�d only update a section or two a day, but I find that I�m having too good a time reviewing all this old stuff. Just one small lemon in this part.

11. Moving Day

By the time the others arrived in the early afternoon, three of the vacant rooms had been equipped with the extra blankets that they had brought from the future world. They had decided, both for reasons of privacy and because of the coming pup, to leave the two chambers closest to their own vacant for the time being. That would still leave an empty room between the other bedchambers and the storage rooms.
When the newcomers arrived, they were invited to choose their sleeping areas. Not surprisingly, the kitsune chose the available room nearest to his adopted mother. Sango, not entirely certain about the wisdom of having her room adjacent to that of the monk, understood that Kirara would be able to keep the amorous young man under control while she slept and chose the second room, leaving the third for Miroku.
The moving-in process was simple enough, as the group members had few possessions. The futons were left in place along with the other bedding, and two more crates were dragged into place to act as a larger table. There was, they explained, little furniture in their home yet, but that would be changing in time, once they could make arrangements with the necessary craftsmen in the village for what they would need.
They gave the newcomers a brief guided tour of the site, explaining some of the unfamiliar things to them, such as the grape vines growing along the fence, the three-section compost bins, and the greenhouse. All agreed that these things would serve to make their lives much easier by providing a larger variety of foods than would be available in the village alone. Perhaps they would be able to trade some of the more unusual foods to the villagers in order to obtain things that they did not grow or build for themselves.
On the pretense of going hunting, the hanyou left the site, the hand plane tucked securely into his haori. To his credit, he did hunt, bringing down a small wild pig in near-record time, but most of his attention was focused on the task at hand. As he worked, he couldn�t help but notice that the grain of the wood almost seemed to suggest words. That gave him an idea, but it would wait until he got the slab to the glassy smoothness he desired before he would begin to work on this part of his plan.
Looking up at the sun, he realized that the afternoon was almost gone, so he concealed the slab of wood, stowed the plane back inside his clothing, and picked up the cleaned, skinned carcass of the pig to bring back to his new extended family. Another day or two, he thought, then he could begin the decorative work. He would take care of the assembly of the piece after it came back from the village. In the meantime, he had an idea for another project he could begin using the larger section of the tree that he had cut.
Very pleased with the way this was working out, he decided to scout around in the forest to see if there were other, similar trees of various kinds that he could use in other ways. It was, he decided, something to think about.
Although she had no idea exactly what kind of meat he would be bringing back, Kagome had set several kinds of dried vegetables soaking so that they would be ready to use when her mate returned. Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a simple stir-fry of strips of pork and the vegetables she had prepared using part of the carcass--the rest would be slow-roasted over the fire and used later.
Even though the hanyou seldom cooked, he was actually very good at it. His mother had taught him the basics before her death, explaining that most people--human and youkai alike--would not care whether he lived or died and so he should not expect others to feed him. If he could feed himself, he would never have to worry about that. His acute sense of smell gave him an advantage in cooking--he could tell instantly what a dish would taste like and, since he loved to eat, he rapidly developed a sense of what foods complemented each other. He had occasionally cooked for his mate, but he wasn�t entirely certain he really wanted the others to know of this particular skill.
Still, it was much easier for him to turn the midsection of the carcass into boneless strips of meat with his claws than it would have been for any of the others using their knives. He then set the forequarters of the pig over the cooking fire, while he took the rear parts outside. At Shippou�s curious glance, he explained that he was going to smoke the rear quarters of the pig to preserve them so that they would not spoil before they could be eaten. Building a smoky fire of moist cherry and apple woods, he raised a tripod of long poles above the fire, suspending the meat so that the smoke would preserve and flavor it. It was only a matter of time before he would have to consider actually building a smokehouse of sorts. Hunting was always more difficult in the winter, and with their pup coming at that time he didn�t want to be away from home anyway.
He would have to mention it to Kagome later on--maybe she had some ideas that would help.
The first meal the group shared in their new home went well. The food, as expected, was excellent, and the company was pleasant. They firmed up their plans for gathering the rest of the Shikon no Tama by essentially doing nothing. It was simple enough: although a single fragment of the jewel would greatly increase a youkai�s power, the entire thing would make it nearly invincible. Any youkai who had gotten a taste of the power available through the jewel would find the temptation irresistible. It was only a matter of time before the fragments would come to them, as Kagome had about a dozen of them herself, not to mention the three that the monk had gathered before they had ever met him. Considering the size of the piece that Naraku possessed, the ones they had, the two with Kouga, and the one in Kohaku, there couldn�t be very many more out there.
Sango, who had been fighting youkai for her entire life, understood the wisdom of the plan. The home site was essentially a fortress, and could be defended by a single individual against a much larger force almost indefinitely. It should, she decided, be easy enough to handle any youkai that might threaten without exposing themselves to any more danger than absolutely necessary.
Miroku wandered around the common room, looking at the photographs of Kagome�s family and studying the books stored across the room. Although he noticed that a couple of them had been looked at somewhat more thoroughly than the others, he made no sign. If there was, as he suspected, something going on here, they would know about it soon enough.
So engrossed was he in his examination of the bookshelves that he nearly missed what was being said around the makeshift table. �--first pup early in the winter, a little before Christmas, I think.�
In what he thought of as uncharacteristically girlish, Sango squealed in delight at the news, and Shippou looked smug. Clearly, he was looking forward to his role as a �big brother.� He smiled broadly and turned around. �Congratulations, Kagome-sama. Of course, I would have preferred that you offered this most precious of gifts to me, but�.�
He never got the opportunity to finish, as Sango and Shippou both whacked him across the back of the head, knocking him face-first into the thick youkai rug on the floor. The two dragged the unconscious figure off to his room, Sango muttering under her breath something about how he would never learn.
Since it was already well past nightfall, the others gradually wandered off to sleep, leaving the hanyou and his now drowsy mate to themselves in the large chamber. Although he had spent much of the afternoon and evening with an arm around her, he used this first moment of privacy to pull her into his lap, her back resting against his chest, both arms wrapped around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and spoke directly into her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. �Things will be different now, you know. We�re not alone any more, so I won�t be able to make you scream with pleasure every day. We�ll have to go out into the forest for that. Or maybe,� he continued, softly stroking her shoulders through the scarlet kimono, �I can make you scream anyway but muffle the sounds with my lips. Do you think you�d like that?�
Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and she leaned back against his warmth, moaning softly. He slid her back down to the fur rug, easing himself out from under her body, keeping his grip on her all the while. Reaching inside the front of her kimono, he rubbed a callused thumb across her nipples, smiling against her lips as he felt her instant response to him. The kiss deepened, bringing her instantly to full arousal. She moaned again, the sound absorbed by his lips as he continued to taste her, rapidly bringing her from ready for her release to desperate for it.
�What, no story tonight, love? Or are you just beyond that point already?� He opened the lower part of her kimono, gently touching her in order to gauge her readiness. Surprised to find her juices flowing already, he moved his lips down her neck to the peak of an exposed breast while gently stroking her lower lips with his free hand. �You seem eager tonight, love. Maybe I should draw this out for you, make it last a while.� She moaned again, biting her lips to remain silent.
Returning his attention to her lips, he realized that she had bitten them so hard that they had started to bleed. He licked at the trickle of blood from the small cut, realizing that this act would speed the healing even further. The taste of her blood on his tongue caused him to groan with his desire as he felt his member harden even further. �Sorry, love,� he whispered against her lips, �I�m afraid I can�t make this last a while for you after all. Maybe later�.�
His voice trailed off as he struggled to free himself from the constricting clothing. After only a few moments, he had worked the ties holding his hakama in place loose, freeing him to continue. Moving the lower part of her kimono to the side, he pushed himself against her entrance, raising her knees at either side of him to give him a better angle. He pushed into his mate with a single powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her moist warmth. Her inner muscles contracted around him, and there was nothing he could do to prevent or delay the inevitable. He pounded in and out of her at a frenzied pace, feeling the tightening in his loins that signaled his imminent explosion. As her muscles convulsed around him, squeezing his member tightly, he thrust desperately against her, his warm seed spurting deep into her body as he groaned against her, muffling his own sounds while he silenced her shriek of pleasure with his lips.
A few more lazy thrusts, and he collapsed on top of his mate, still supporting his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing her beneath him. Rolling over onto his side, he maintained his grip on his mate for a brief moment before getting to his feet. Lifting her carefully, he carried her back to their own bedchamber, where he placed her carefully on the futon, loosening the obi holding her kimono closed so that he could remove the garment, allowing her to rest more comfortably. Dropping his own clothes on the floor, he slid under the silken sheets next to her, gathering her into his arms before drifting off to sleep himself.
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Worth Waiting For	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > General Views: 6484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Worth Waiting For