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Sweet Surrender	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: No, they�re not mine, although I�ll never give up hope.

13. Getting away From It All

I opened one eye to see the sun streaming into the room. With something very like a groan, I closed it again, much preferring to bask in the warmth surrounding me. Unfortunately, the source of that warmth had other ideas. As soft nibbles attacked the back of my neck, he lightly stroked the skin of my breasts and stomach with the hand he had wrapped around me. �I didn�t think you�d ever wake up,� he murmured. �How do you feel?�
�Wonderful,� I said, laughing softly. �Exactly what did you have in mind?�
�Guess,� he said, pulling me even tighter against his body. After a few seconds, he sighed and released me, sitting up. �I suppose we should get up. Your family will be home in a little while, and you�ll want to see them before we go.�
I nodded slowly in something like disappointment. �I guess you�re right. Besides,� I added, �We�ll have all kinds of time to play once we get to the campsite.�
He smiled sadly. �I was wondering about that. Why did you pick a place like that? I would have thought you�d have had enough of sleeping out on the ground.�
I thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think of a way to explain it to him that wouldn�t sound all wrong. Finally, I settled on the simple truth. �I wanted to find the place where you would be the most comfortable. I didn�t think you�d like a fancy hotel--they�re way too crowded, and I thought that you might be a little�inhibited by having so many people so close by. This trip is for both of us, and I wanted you to enjoy it as much as I will.� I fixed him with what I hoped he would interpret as a sultry look. �Besides, I don�t expect to be getting all that much sleep.�
He shook his head. �That�s what worries me. What if a youkai finds us while we�re� distracted?�
I repeated his gesture. �I don�t think that�ll be a problem. There aren�t a lot of youkai around here--not that I know of, anyway. Besides, with the family connections we found out about yesterday, I don�t think any modern-day youkai would dare to bother us. I know we won�t be able to just drop everything and make love whenever we want when we get back home--we still have a job to do, and it can be dangerous enough without letting ourselves get caught up in our passion. That�s why I want to do this now.�
He nodded slowly, and I could see him thinking the matter through. He bent his head to nibble lightly at the skin of my throat. �I guess this means that we�ll have to find a safe place so that we can do this any time we want.� He sighed, reluctantly pushing back the covers. �We should probably get dressed then--we still have to pack, and I want to be ready to leave when your family gets home.�
I packed lightly, taking only the barest necessities. Unlike the times I packed for my expeditions to the Sengoku Jidai, I decided to pass on both textbooks and medical supplies. In their place I included a wide variety of lingerie and all the instant ramen my bag would hold.
By the time my family returned, we had straightened up the house and replaced the laundry I had done in the linen closet. Even so, we dared not wait too long, as our train for the resort left shortly after two.
Still, that left us with plenty of time for a quick lunch with my family. All things considered, it went well. Mama looked from my soft, rather shy smile to the oddly dazed look in my new mate�s amber eyes and smiled--there was absolutely no doubt that she knew (in general terms, at least) what had happened in her home the previous night.
We made our excuses before the conversation could turn embarrassing for any of us and headed out the door. Although not too surprised at the snug jeans and t-shirt he wore, I hadn�t expected the duffle bag he carried. For more than two years I had carried the bulk of our supplies (although he had often relieved me of my massively overstuffed bag) and had learned to get by with whatever it carried. What on earth could he have added that would make a second bag necessary?
Fortunately, the train was lightly traveled--being in the early afternoon, we missed much of the commuter traffic heading out of the city. We sat together, our bags between our feet, and I gripped his hand tightly, trying to ease his tension and distress at the overwhelming sounds and scents of modern mass transit. Still, it was a very long three hours.
Although the stop for the resort was not crowded by Tokyo standards, my new mate was already so stressed that the slightest thing could have caused a complete meltdown. We had to get away from there, and fast. With my bag slung over one shoulder, I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the street, where I flagged down the first cab I saw. Once we were settled into the rear of the vehicle I could feel him begin to relax. �How long until we get there?�
The driver shrugged. �About twenty minutes to the main lodge. From there, it depends on where your campsite is.�
I was growing more curious by the second. �Have you ever stayed there?�
He shook his head. �Nah. My family doesn�t go in for that �back to nature� crap. When we take a vacation, we go to the city.�
The main building of the resort looked exactly like the pictures on their web site. While many of the most popular resorts were built in an extremely modern style, this one was more classical in design--it looked like nothing so much as a palace from the Sengoku Jidai.
When the driver pulled up to the front of the building, two members of the hotel staff emerged. When they saw that we had little baggage that needed to be moved, they led us into the interior of the building. After leaving us at the registration desk, they vanished to wherever hotel employees waited until they were needed. Once we were registered, the resort manager led us out the back of the building to the only patch of concrete this side of the three-mile-long gravel driveway.
That explained how the resort�s guests would reach some of the more remote campsites without having to spend their entire vacations getting there. The manager led us to the helicopter, giving the pilot the location of our site. Despite being stressed to a near-intolerable level, my beautiful hanyou didn�t hesitate to board the machine, even though the whine of the engine had to have felt like a spike through the skull to his sensitive ears.
Fortunately, the trip was a short one. Although we had been assigned to the remotest available campsite, the helicopter got us there in less than ten minutes. After giving us the approximate time of his return five days hence, the pilot left us there with a cheery wave.
Finally, we were alone.
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