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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter
13
A
Demon in London

Kagome
draped herself bonelessly across the plush, white couch, silently
bemoaning the fact that the remote for the television was just
out of reach. She wasn't sure if she could move the two inches
to grab it. The apartment building could catch on fire, could get
caught on the edge of an earthquake and fall into the river, alien
brain suckers could come down and attach themselves to her head
and she would have just let it all happen.
She
didn't remember ever hurting so bad.
Kagome
had been in London for two weeks and, for those past two weeks,
had spent almost all of her time dancing. Three days after she
had arrived -barely enough time to allow her to get over her jet-lag-
she was in the studio watching others audition. They were split
into four or five groups of ten. She hadn't figured out if there
had been any reason for the groups they were placed in, but she
thought it may have something to do with how well they danced.
Kagome had talked to a German girl that was in her group and had
found out that she had been invited to audition as well.
�Those
others,� the girl had said with a thick accent, flicking her hand,
almost disdainfully, at another group, �they are just hopefuls.
We are the cr�me de
la cr�me.�
After
talking to the girl a little longer, Kagome was under the impression
that the woman thought that she, herself, was the cr�me
de la cr�me, but Kagome kept
her mouth shut.
And
the unusual abuse on her body wasn't helped any by the fact that
not only was the Director of the Ballet there, but, as the candidates
were slowly weeded out, so was one of the Governors and a tall,
dark haired man who was clearly one of the principal dancers.
Kagome
had found herself instantly nervous when he had walked in. She
wasn't sure what it was at first. Impossibly dark hair flowed over
his shoulders like the ocean on a moonless night. He was tall and
lithe with features that could have been feminine but were too chiseled.
But it was his eyes that had given him away when Kagome had worked
up the nerve to look directly at him. A maroon, so deep she would
have thought they were black, pierced into her. And he stared
at her. Kagome had repressed a shiver and looked away quickly.
He had that same blurriness around him that she associated with
youkai. But it wasn't quite the same. It was more subtle,
as if he wasn't really trying to hide anything but had done so because
it amused him.
Today
she had seen him dance. He had picked the German girl, who had
arrogantly inclined her head to him. But she wasn't as good as
he was. Kagome had seen the woman dance on her own and had been
envious of her. But next to this man, the girl was a stumbling,
ungraceful child. He flowed across the floor, feet barely making
noise as he moved. He was the epitome of graceful movement and
Kagome hadn't been able to take her eyes away from him.
Not
even five minutes into their dance, the man had stopped, scowling
at the German woman.
�I
could not even imagine having to be cursed to dance with you on
stage,� he had said, his voice harsh, turning away from the girl.
His expression turned into a pleading look when he turned to face
the Director and the Governor. �I thought that this last group
was supposed to be the best,� he said. �I hope she is not the best
of them,� and he had jabbed a finger toward the German, �because
I'm not sure I can stand being in this room another instant if she
is.�
The
director assured him that the others were better. Sighing, the
maroon-eyed man conceded to dance with another; a tiny girl who
had told Kagome that she was from the mid-west. Her attitude, when
Kagome had spoken to her, had reminded Kagome of a deer; wide eyed
and a little skittish. She looked the same when the tall, arrogant
man took her hand and started to dance with her.
�You
must be kidding,� he instantly said. �You are as inelegant as a
duck.�
The
girl was instantly reduced to tears, fleeing back toward the group.
Empathy tugged at Kagome and she wrapped her arms around the crying
girl, shooting a glare at the dark-haired man. He looked calmly
back at her, a small smile -which looked more like a sneer- playing
at the corners of his mouth. He had walked out of the room, flicking
his hair behind his shoulder.
�I
will return when you have someone who knows what she is doing,�
he said, over his shoulder.
The
director and the Governor had given each other pained looks, as
if they were used to the man's attitude.
The
events today were what led Kagome to her current position on the
couch. She had been informed that the last of her group would dance
with this man in two days. Kagome seriously considered skipping
the whole thing entirely and catching the next flight home. The
reason she stayed, though, was the look the maroon-eyed man had
given her before he had walked out. It was like a challenge. If
he was indeed a youkai, then he could not fail to notice what she
was.
The
theme music from the Pink Panther began to play and Kagome winced
as she reached down into her bag that she had dropped on the floor
beside the couch. Reading the name, she grinned and opened the
phone, pressing the speaker button and laying the phone next to
her head.
�Hey,
Beautiful. How are things in London?�
�They
could be better,� Kagome said. �Madame Tatienne never worked us
this hard.�
A
deep chuckle came from the other end. �Sounds like you could use
one of Kouga's 'famous' massages.�
�You
have no idea.�
�So,
have you been out to see the sights yet?�
�No.
They've kept us locked away in the studio for the past two weeks.�
Kagome sighed. �Some of the girl's and I are going out tonight,
though. They've given us the weekend off.�
�Sounds
good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.�
�Which
includes what?�
Another
chuckled. �I'm wounded, Beautiful,� Kouga said. �Well, I won't
keep you any longer. I just wanted to check up on you. By the
way, Sango has been completely out of sorts since you left. If
you decide to stay there, I'm shipping her to you so you
can have her.�
Kagome
laughed. �Deal,� she said. �Give everyone my love. I'll be back,
if today's auditions are any indication of my chances here.�
�You
are the best, Kagome,� Kouga said, for a rare instant completely
serious. �I was hard pressed to keep up with you most days. Keep
your chin up, kid. Besides, not only are you the best ballet dancer
out there, you're the best stripper as well.�
Kagome
would have punched him had he been near her. She settled for growling
at him. �I thought you were getting off the phone,� she said.
Kouga
laughed. �Fine, fine. Take care, Beautiful. Go soak and I'll
talk to you again when you get back.�
�Bye,
Kouga.�
Kagome
took his advice and soaked in a scalding hot bath before rummaging
through her clothes to find something to wear. The other girls
were staying in the same building and, when the mirrored doors opened
on the elevator, she found them waiting for her in the lobby.
�Gods,
Kagome, I thought you weren't coming,� said Leena, the tiny mid-westerner.
Kagome
smiled and linked her arm through Leena's as they walked out of
the building. �And miss a chance to see the sights of London?
Never.�
They
sat around a table at The End, talking over strong drinks and the
strong chords and vocals of a band called E Nice.
�I've
heard about him,� Leena said, having enough drinks in her to suddenly
speak her mind. The conversation had, of course, made its way around
toward the day's events. �His name is Naraku Onigumo.�
The
german girl, Alina, nodded her head. �He's bad news,� she said.
�It's why they're looking to take on two or three women dancers.
They hope that one of us will stay.�
�This
is the first I've ever heard of him,� Kagome said.
Alina
snorted. �He's an arrogant jerk who thinks he's the gods' gift to
the fucking stage,� she said, narrowing her eyes. �I know that
I have a high opinion of myself,� she added, giving the girl's around
the table a smile as they laughed. �But he's worse than me. And,
the thing about it is, he has every right to be that way. I saw
him last year. He danced as Rubies and Vronsky in Anna Karenina
and he dominated the stage.�
Kagome
stared into her drink. �And I'm one of the lucky ones that gets
to dance with him on Monday,� she said, only a part of her truly
frightened by the fact since the other half had succumbed fully
to the alcohol in her system. �Well, here's to the dream
of becoming a leading lady in the Royal Ballet,� she said, and quickly
downed the rest of her drink.

*
Maroon
eyes fixed themselves on Kagome as she was called to dance. That
small sneer appeared on his face and she found herself instantly
remembering Kouga's advice. She lifted her chin slightly -a clear,
though subtle, challenge to his look- and gracefully extended her
hand to him. Cold fingers wrapped around hers, making her suppress
the shudder that threatened to run trough her.
And
when the music started playing, Kagome almost sighed in relief.
It was the music from the pas de duex from Swan Lake.
She knew this, could have performed the steps in her sleep
-and it showed. Naraku's hands went around her waist, assisting
her across the floor, and Kagome found that Alina was right; he
was an excellent dancer. She found herself closing her
eyes as she moved with the music, found that some part of her instantly
recognized and trusted that he would be just there when
she paused with the music in an arabesque on Pointe.
And
he never stopped until the music did. Wide maroon eyes stared at
her, and Kagome found that she suddenly felt like a rare bug under
a microscope.
The
sighs of relief broke her gaze away from Naraku's. She glanced
toward the director and the Governor to find that they were both
wearing similar expressions of contentment.
�What
is your name?� Naraku said, his voice low.
�Kagome.
Kagome Higurashi,� she told him, unwillingly looking back into
those intense maroon eyes.
�She
may just do,� Naraku said, the haute look returning to his face.
He took a step closer to her, raising his hand to trace a cold
finger down her face. �You and I, we could do great things together,�
he said to Kagome, softly. �You are staying at the Odyssey?� Kagome
could do nothing but nod in response to his question. �Good. Be
ready by eight. You'll see what London is really about.�

*
Inuyasha
nervously ran his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath
and knocked on the door, shifting impatiently as he waited for it
to open. When there was no reply, he knocked again, harder this
time, ignoring the looks from the two tiny girls walking toward
him.
�Are
you looking for Kagome?� one of them asked, her accent branding
her as someone from the mid-west.
Inuyasha
looked them over, taking in their forms and noticing the way they
moved. �Yes. These are her rooms, aren't they?� he asked.
�Yeah,�
the little mid-westerner said. �But she's out.� She glanced at
the taller blonde next to her. �She may not be back until late.
I'm sure you can leave a message for her at the front desk.�
Inuyasha
eyed the women before him, looked at the closed door and sighed.
Thanking the girl, he made his way back toward the elevator, pressing
the down button with so much force that he cracked the plastic covering.
It was his own fault, he knew -he was a day early. He knew she
was busy with auditions. He should have called and told her.
She
should have been there, Inuyasha thought, feeling an irritated growl
start to work its way out of him as the doors slid open. He stepped
inside as the other elevator chimed and a familiar giggle reached
his sensitive ears.
Inuyasha
had taken one step forward before he heard an unfamiliar, masculine
voice.
�I
never knew a ballerina could do such things,� the voice said.
The
familiar giggle again. �Flexiblity is the key,� came the slightly
slurred response.
Inuyasha
slammed his hand against the doors that threatened to close and
leaned forward to glance out the elevator. Kagome stood facing
away from him in front of her door, digging through her purse for,
Inuyasha assumed, her keys. A tall, finely muscled, man with flowing
black hair stood next to her, facing the elevators. He glanced
up and saw Inuyasha and a small smile appeared at the edges of his
mouth.
�I
think I should help you to bed,� the dark haired man said, taking
Kagome's keys away from her.
Inuyasha
clenched his teeth. He felt his control slip and clawed fingers
dug into the metal of the elevator door.
�No,
no,� she instantly said, grabbing for the object in the man's hand.
�I'm fine. Thank you for the evening.� She tugged the keys from
his hand and turned her back on him. �Good night, Naraku.�
An
enraged look made finely carved features into an ugly mask for an
instant. Inuyasha saw the man's aura flare briefly before he contained
it. �Good night, my little dancer.�
Inuyasha
saw Kagome stiffen at the same instant his vision went red.

*
Everything
was still tinged with pink as Inuyasha looked around. He was lying
in a soft bed, whose comforter was a silky blue, that was surrounded
by thick, white drapes. Through the material, he could hear muffled
voices and Inuyasha pushed the heavy curtains aside as he climbed
out of the bed.
�I'm
not sure I should leave you with him. He seems dangerous.� Inuyasha
frowned when he heard the voice of the dark haired man from the
hall.
�Just
leave, Naraku,� came Kagome's voice, no longer holding any traces
of inebriation. �Thank you for the lovely evening and for your
concern. I will be fine.�
�Are
you sure?� Inuyasha heard a resigned sigh. �Alright, then. Perhaps
we can continue this tomorrow night?�
�I
don't think so,� came the reply. �I told you already that I was
meeting someone tomorrow.�
�Is
that who you were talking about?�
Kagome
sighed. �It's not really any of your business, Naraku. Now, please,
would you leave? He's probably awake and I don't want to have to
go through the ordeal of having to calm him again.� Inuyasha heard
only one set of feet moving across the floor, heard the front door
open. �Naraku! Let go!�
The
door to the bedroom was nearly torn off its hinges as Inuyasha yanked
it open. He felt the claws extend from his fingers, saw the edges
of his vision grow dark as he looked at the two across the room
from him.
Naraku
had pulled Kagome against him and, even as she struggled in his
grasp, he crushed her mouth against his. His eyes remained open
and looked up at Inuyasha. When he finally pulled away, a snide
smile crossed his face.
�I'm
not sure he's going to want you anymore,� he whispered in Kagome's
ear, just loud enough for Inuyasha to hear. �You've spent so much
time with me that there are no traces of his scent on you anymore.�
He smiled down at her, a little cruelly. �That's the thing about
inu-youkai, even the filthy half-breeds. They rely so much on their
sense of smell that they forget to stop and use their brains.�
He took a step away from her. �Goodnight, Kagome. I will
see you tomorrow.�
The
sound of the door slamming in his face resounded through the apartment.
Kagome turned and leaned against it, her shoulders suddenly slumping,
her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She crossed the room
in a dozen steps, throwing herself against Inuyasha.
�I'm
so sorry,� she said. �It's not what it looked like.�
�It
never is, is it?�
Kagome
went still against him. His hands remained at his sides and he
didn't move to wrap his arms around her. Instead, he pushed her
away, not violently, but none too gently.
�You
reek of him,� he said, maintaining just enough control
to not snarl at her.
Kagome
looked like she was fighting her own urge to snarl. �Do not presume,
Inuyasha Takahashi, that you know what is going on here,� she snapped.
�I
don't need to assume,� he snapped back. �I just witnessed it.�
Stormy
grey eyes narrowed and a dangerous look came over her face, making
desire suddenly rush through him. �You saw nothing. Do you think
I don't know what he is? Have you forgotten what I am?�
She
stepped away from him, running her hands through her hair, tugging
at the raven locks in frustration. She looked more tired than he
ever remembered seeing her. But, even as his heart constricted
slightly when she turned a look of utter exhaustion on him, the
possessive demon inside would not be denied.
�Then
why are you hanging around him? Why do you smell so strongly like
him?� he asked, following her movements around the room. He wondered
when she had picked up the habit of pacing.
Kagome
stopped and looked at him. The weariness and sorrow in her eyes
made Inuyasha catch his breath, made him want nothing more than
to cross the room and gather her in his arms. But he could still
smell him on her, even from where he stood.
�I
don't know,� she said, softly. �He insists on dancing with me everyday,
insists on taking me out every night. He just...� she trailed off,
and a far away look crossed her face. �There's something about
him. He wants something from me.� She sighed and looked out of
the glass doors that led to a balcony. �He asks questions about
my training at the shrine, about my ancestors. There's something...something
about him that is not quite right.�
�He's
youkai,� Inuyasha said, as if that explained everything.
Kagome
gave him a disdainful look. �I know he's youkai,� she
said, as though she were talking to a child. �It's something else,
something I can't quite put my finger on.� She looked away from
him again. �He asked about Kikyo,� she whispered. �Asked if I
knew about the great miko and the Shikon no Tama.� Kagome shook
her head, as if it would help put her thoughts in order. �He wants
something from me,� she said, again.
Inuyasha
tried to soften his glare. �Go take a shower,� he said. Kagome
looked at him askance. �I'll be here when you get done,� he assured
her. �Just go. I can't stand you smelling like him any longer,�
and his nostrils flared to emphasize his words.
He
watched as she retreated to the bathroom, waited until he heard
the water running before letting out a sigh. He crossed to the
balcony doors, opened them wide and then proceeded to open all the
windows in the apartment. The whole place stunk of the bastard,
with the exception of the bedroom -much to Inuyasha's relief. He
waited for Kagome there, leaning against the window sill and watching
the lights from the boats sparkle off the dark water as they navigated
the River Thames in the nearly moonless night.
After
what seemed like hours, he heard her emerge. He hesitated before
turning to face her. When he did, he couldn't help the amused look
from crossing his face. She was wrapped in a large, fluffy white
towel that hid most of her from him. But the exposed skin along
the tops of her shoulders and her arms and legs was an angry red.
To know that she had scrubbed so hard made a smile touch Inuyasha's
lips. He caught the scent of her soap and shampoo as she moved
toward him. He nearly closed his eyes in relief as he gathered
her fiercely in his arms. Not caring about her still wet hair,
he buried his nose in the side of her neck and heard her sigh.
And
it was as though, with that quiet expulsion of breath, all the tension
in her body suddenly disappeared. Kagome went limp against him,
leaned into him, her hands releasing their hold on the towel and
grasping at the front of his shirt.
�I'm
sorry,� she mumbled into his chest.
�For
what, little dancer?� he asked, not pulling away, unwilling to let
the intoxicating smell of her lessen by any amount.
�For
making you doubt me,� she said. �For making you doubt you could
trust me.�
�I
do trust you,� he said, and it was a revelation even to
himself. It had taken him decades to trust his own family and here
this tiny miko, with the spirit of a dragon, had managed to find herself
a secure, warm place in his heart. �It's just hard, sometimes,
to figure out what exactly is running around in that lovely head
of yours.�
Inuyasha
finally pulled away, claws brushing against her skin as he took
the towel with him, letting it pool around her feet. The sight
of her, the smell of her, was too much for him and he found himself
leaning forward to catch a drop of water as it ran between her breasts.
His tongue traveled the path of the water, running along her collarbone
and up her neck. A cool breeze found its way through the window,
touching wet skin and causing her to shiver slightly.
�Cold?�
he asked, his voice suddenly husky with desire.
She
shivered again, even as she shook her head, and he knew the reason
why she trembled. He chuckled softly, letting his breath touch
her skin, letting his mouth wander along the top of her shoulder,
seeking the place he had last left a mark on her. One hand found
her breast as the other trailed claws gently down the soft flesh
of her stomach, the curve of her hip. It found the soft, short
curls between her legs and a finger slipped between the joined flesh,
finding her already wet, feeling her clit pulsing slowly against
his fingers.
Kagome's
head fell back and soft moan escaped her. The sound made him pull
away suddenly and she snapped her head up to look at him, glaring
at him.
�Don't
you dare do this to me again,� she said.
Inuyasha
laughed. His hands went around her waist and he threw her over
his shoulder. Moving the curtains around the bed aside with a sweep
of his hand, he tossed her onto it. He stood at the end of the
bed, watching as Kagome raised herself up onto her elbows, watching
him warily. A smirk appeared on his face as he started to unbutton
his shirt. He watched her lick her lips as he slid out of it, letting
it join her towel on the floor.
When
he started to undo the buckle of his belt, she was instantly on
her hands and knees, crawling toward him. Inuyasha's breath stopped,
his heart stopped, as he watched her move toward him, watched the
way her shoulders shifted, the way her hips dipped seductively.
She came to a stop in front of him, batting his hands away from
his buckle and undoing it herself. She yanked it through the loops
and gathered it in her hands, putting the ends together and then
making it snap. She leaned forward, running her tongue along his
stomach, along his chest, and her teeth bit sharply down on his
nipple. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head when they scraped
along the skin above the top of his pants, as she managed to use
them to undo the button.
And
it was only when he heard the scrape of his zipper that Inuyasha
realized it was all a diversionary tactic. His hands were now bound
behind him, held securely in place with, of all damn things, his
own belt. He had thought, for a brief instant, that he would have
the upper hand this time. He growled in frustration.
Kagome,
her hands busy at slipping his boxers gently over his straining
length, smiled innocently up at him through her lashes. His boxers
followed his slacks and her smile widened when a soft whimper escaped
him as her fingers firmly grasped him at the base of his shaft,
running up to the head and then back down again.
The
only warning he had was seeing her tongue dart out across her lips
before she wrapped her mouth around him. He groaned, his eyes closed
and his knees buckled slightly, hitting the edge of the bed. He
struggled against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to bury
his fingers in her dark hair and force himself farther into her
hot, wet mouth. He settled for bucking his hips, a little harder
than he had intended, causing Kagome to instantly pull away and
glare up at him.
�Bad
puppy,� she said, and hit him, hard, on the leg with the flat of
her hand.
The
words and the return of her mouth made him groan again. He stayed
as still as possible as her mouth worked up and down his shaft,
as her tongue swirled over the sensitive tip, the motion becoming
faster every time.
When
the low hum started in the back of her throat, vibrating against
his overly sensitive flesh, his hands clenched and he felt the bite
of his claws into his palms and the leather belt. The only warning
he could manage to give her was an inarticulate grunt.
But
she didn't pull away, didn't stop. She slowed, and he reveled in
feeling himself pulse inside her mouth. He felt her swallow, once,
twice, and when she finally did pull away, she looked up at him
through her lashes, smiling coyly as she licked her lips. She sat
back on her heels, looking at him as he tugged his wrists against
the belt.
�Are
you going to unbuckle me?� he asked.
She
rose to her knees, running her hands up his stomach and chest.
She pulled him down toward her, pressing her lips against his.
The kiss was sweet and gentle until she violently shoved her tongue
between his lips. His mouth was flooded with the taste of himself
and the faint minty taste of her toothpaste. When she pulled away,
his eyes were still closed. He opened them to find that she was
on her hands and knees again, crawling away from him.
�You
are perfectly capable of freeing yourself,� she said to him.
He
licked dry lips with an equally dry tongue. �I really like this
belt,� he said, unable to take his eyes away from the way her back
arched.
�That
sounds familiar,� she said, raising an eyebrow. �I seem to remember
saying the same thing about a favorite bra of mine.�
His
mind tried to function again. �You never said it was your favorite,�
he told her.
She
frowned at him over her shoulder and then shrugged. �Regardless,
it seems like it's your turn to have an article of clothing ruined.�
Inuyasha
opened his mouth to protest again when she wiggled her ass slightly.
Fuck it, he thought, clawing his way through the expensive
leather. He heard her laugh when he came up behind her, when he
grabbed her hips.
His
moan echoed hers as he sheathed himself fully in her. His eyes
rolled up and he stayed perfectly still for a moment, savoring the
feel of her tight wetness around him.
Kagome
arched her back further, rocking her ass back against his hips,
and the slight movement urged him to pull out and push in. Inuyasha
leaned forward, bracing one hand beside hers, the other gripping
her hip. As he moved at a tortuously slow pace in and out of her,
he lowered his head and ran his tongue up her spine, between her
shoulder blades. She pushed harder against him, another moan escaping
her.
�Inuyasha,�
she breathed.
He
was sure she did it on purpose, was sure that she knew the affect
his name from her lips had on him and said it to make him quicken
his pace. And, even though he knew he was being manipulated, he
couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her harder, faster.
He
reached around her, his fingers parting the flesh between her legs
and finding her clit. She cried out and pushed violently against
him as they traced slow circles, her hands clutching the blanket
beneath her. Her head dropped down, her hips tilted up, allowing
him to go even deeper into her. Inuyasha straightened, both hands
grasping her hips, crimson starting to creep into his vision as
he began to purr as her ass smacked harder into his hips. The warmth
around his shaft started to pulse, became wetter and the lessening
of the friction drove him to lengthen his strokes into her.
Inuyasha
pulled her up onto her hands again, brushed her hair away from her
shoulder as he felt the heat pool in his loins. He knew she was
close, could feel it in the way she pushed harder against him, could
hear it in her erratic breathing. He ran his tongue along her shoulder,
up the back of her neck.
And
sank his teeth into the flesh there, not hard enough to break the
skin, but enough to make it slightly painful.
Her
walls suddenly clenched around him in an orgasm so violent that
it caused him to release in the next instant. When he felt himself
throb one last time within her, he pulled his mouth away from the
back of her neck, running his tongue over the depressions his teeth
had made. He pulled out of her, slowly, pushed back in again, the
startled moan that escaped Kagome's throat making him smile.
Inuyasha
fell down beside her, pulling her to himself, scooting down to lay
his head against her chest. He heard her heart rate slow, heard
her contented sigh. Her fingers ran idly through his hair, one
hand finding an ear and lightly stroking it. His eyes closed to
slits and his own content sigh came out in a purr.
�This
was a nice surprise,� she said, around a yawn.
Inuyasha
trailed his claws gently up her thigh and the curve of her hip.
When she didn't say anything more, he looked up at her. Her breathing
started to deepen and he moved up to gather her in his arms.
Kagome
snuggled closer to him, put a hand up to grab his hair and pull
his face gently down to her. She pressed her lips lightly against
his before burying her head back in his chest, her breath evening
out again.
�I
love you, little dancer,� he said, rubbing his cheek against her
soft hair. The words had passed his lips before his brain could
warn him. He went still as stone, wondering if she had heard.
He
felt her suddenly stiffen in his arms. She pulled away slightly,
her eyes wide when she looked up at him.
�You
do?� she breathed.
He
stared at her for an instant, looking at the way her hair fell against
the sheets in a dark tumble of locks, at the way her cheeks were
slightly flushed with her recent excursion. He felt the way their
bodies fit together, how it felt just right, and realized that he
did indeed love her. Had loved her, not since he had first seen
her, but since that night she had first had dinner with him, had
told him, in so many words, how stupid he was for wanting to see
her outside of the gentleman's club.
Now,
he smiled down at her expression.
�Yes,
little dancer, I do,� he said, shifting so that his could kiss her
as tenderly as she had just kissed him.
When
he pulled away, she was smiling. She nuzzled her head against his
chest, wrapping her leg around his.
�I
love you too, Inuyasha,� she sighed out.
He
felt her relax again, waited until he was sure she was asleep.
�I
hope so, love,� he sighed. �I hope so.�

A/N:
I'm not sure who's confused more; me or you, kit master ^_^ I
thought I had written that Yasha would be leaving the week before
Kags returned from London -which would put them both overseas at
the same time for one week- and, when they were talking on the phone,
that they would see each other in 29 days. Perhaps I wrote it wrong
-I'll go back and check ^_^
I'm
glad everyone enjoyed the lemon; hope you like this one as well
^_^ This chapter took me awhile because I wanted to get Naraku
into the story in just the right way. It took a little bit of re-writing
and I would have wrote it again, but I figured I should leave well
enough alone and stop being so ocd and anal ^_^
To
Naxuma: I hope this chapter satisfies with the potential drama ^_~
Thanks
to everyone for their continued support. I got my 100th review
today and I nearly fell over! (thanks Wiccan Chick Anime FREAK ^_^)
So glad you guys like the story!
If
you've never seen or read Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, I highly
recommend it. It's all about love and adultery among the nobles
in Russia. Also, the band mention in this chapter was the name
of a band from my hometown (E Nice, which was short for Emanuel Nice).
Now, they are all grown up, have a for real cd out and are known
simply as Emanuel.
I've
also decided to make a list of the ballet terms used to give you
a better picture of what's happening, for people who are curious
^_^
arabesque:
a position in which the dancer balances on one leg with the other
extended behind.
chass�:
Chased. A step in which one foot literally chases the other foot
out of its position; done in a series, to glide.
extensions
(has nothing to do with hair ^_^): the ability of a dancer to raise
and hold her extended leg in the air.
gliss�:
sliding or gliding
pas
de duex: a dance for two; literally 'steps for two'
pas
de chat: step of a cat. Leap off the left leg, starting from a
pli� (a bending of the knees) and raising the right leg to the knee.
In midair, raise the left leg to the knee, too, so your legs form
a diamond shape in the air. Land on the right leg with the left
leg still at the knee; then bring it down, landing in another pli�.

And
now, since my note is almost as long as my story, I'll shut up (who
reads these anyways? ^_^).
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