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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
Category: InuYasha > General
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This section is rated for angst and lemony goodness.

15. Rest and Recreation

�This sucks.�
Kagome sighed as she helped Inuyasha from the hot spring. Although no fanatic about his personal grooming habits, he could hardly stand himself after three days of his illness and had insisted that he be allowed to bathe.
Even though his fever had nearly disappeared, he was still weak, his coordination shaky at best. Despite his considerable improvement she was determined to take every precaution to prevent his condition from worsening.
She half supported him back inside, allowing him to sit up on their futon, positioning him so that his back was against one of the trunks that made such admirable tables. She sat on the trunk behind him with her knees on either side of his body while she brushed his glorious snowy hair. This had, she decided, been one of his better ideas--sitting like this, the warmth of his body seeping into her thighs as she ran her brush and her hands through his hair, was enormously satisfying.
Once his hair was completely dry and free of snarls, she helped him back into bed, taking his place sitting against the trunk so that he would be able to rest his head in her lap, one of his greatest pleasures. She stroked his face softly, understanding how much he despised the helplessness--however temporary--that accompanied his illness.
The hanyou lay against his mate, listening to her breathing become deep and regular, the hypnotic movement of her hand on his skin slowing until it finally came to rest over the pulse at the base of his throat. Her scent was neutral, very different from the less-soothing scent tainted with tension and worry he had detected from her in recent days. He looked up at her sleeping face, noticing the faint smile on her lips despite the stress and fatigue evident. He inhaled deeply, examining her scent in greater detail. Even though her scent was quite naturally very much her own, the overlying scents of her soaps and shampoos were missing. Instead of the soothing scents of herbs and growing things, she smelled very faintly of instant ramen.
Obviously, she had not been caring for herself properly. This irritated him, as he knew that her nursing of him had been flawless.
Though he was still physically weak, his recovery was nearly complete: his fever was gone and all that remained of the infernal rash was a handful of scabs across his left shoulder. He moved slowly to keep from disturbing the woman. Though his movements were still unsteady, he had no doubt that he could manage the tasks at hand, particularly since he wouldn�t have to venture outside.
He paused for a few moments to think about exactly what he was doing. While he did in fact feel much more like himself than he had in days, he didn�t want to waste any of his slight reserves of strength by retracing his steps if at all possible.
Moving as quietly as he could, he went back to the furthest part of their cave home. Rummaging around in the storage room, he found a small basket. Clutching the basket, he proceeded to the next room, where he chose some dried meat and a few onions and carrots
He soundlessly carried his ingredients to the cooking area. After building up the fire, he filled their largest pot with water, added the meat, vegetables, and a few herbs, and set it over the fire. Since it would be at least a few hours before the broth was ready, he returned to his sleeping mate, staggering with fatigue.
He settled in next to her, wrapping her small form in a loose embrace. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in her scent greedily, and was soon asleep.

*

He was running in a blind rage. Where was she? He had awakened to find his mate missing, with no clue as to what had happened. His first thought, that the humans from the village that had had the sickness had come and taken her, was dismissed instantly. He knew human scent perhaps better than any youkai alive--there were, after all, strong tones of it in his own scent--and there was none in the cave, not even Kagome�s. It was as though she had never been there at all.
He raced through the forest, allowing himself to be drawn by his emotions. After what seemed an eternity, he found himself in a part of the forest that he knew only too well. Looking ahead, he sank to the mossy ground at the sight ahead of him.
There in front of him was the Goshinboku, the massive tree to which he had been sealed for five decades before being freed by Kagome. There was an object attached to the enormous trunk with an arrow, much as he himself had been for so long. At first, the object was unrecognizable, both because it was mangled beyond recognition and also because of the overwhelmingly powerful stench of human blood that pervaded the clearing. He moved closer, wondering who could have committed such an atrocity, and noticed a scrap of blood-soaked fabric on the ground beneath the torn, mutilated figure on the tree. Picking it up, he examined it closely. Despite the stink of the blood splattering the clearing and running down the tree, he could still detect faint traces of Kagome�s wonderful scent on the piece of black silk embroidered with the phases of the moon in silver.
He turned at the sound of a movement behind him. Although the figure was hidden in the shadows, the cold voice was clear enough. �This is your doing, hanyou. Because of you, your little whore was raped and tortured to death and left here as a warning to others who would seek to defile the purity of human women. Now,� the voice said, �You will die and remain here as a further warning to other filthy youkai.�
He watched in silence as the arrow came at his chest. He felt strangely calm, as though he could accept death if it would keep him with his mate for all time. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, the arrow starting to glow as it approached. Suddenly, the figure who had attacked him stepped into the light, becoming visible.
�YOU!�

*

A light touch on the side of his face brought him instantly awake. He stared around in a panic, unseeing. He grabbed at the wrist before him, grinding the bones together painfully until the soft voice spoke. �Inuyasha�please�it hurts�.�
He dropped the wrist in horror, staring at his mate. �You�re okay?�
She laughed softly despite the dark bruise already starting to form where he had grabbed her in his panic. �Of course I am. What happened? A nightmare?�
�Gods,� he muttered slumping forward on the futon and wiping the sweat from his eyes. �You could say that.�
�It must have been a bad one,� she said, reaching down to take his shivering body into a warm embrace. �Do you want to talk about it?�
�Hell, no! I don�t even want to think about it ever again.� He looked up at her, realizing that she had changed her clothes since he had seen her last. �Where were you?�
�An absolutely wonderful smell woke me a while ago. I went out to the main room and found that somebody had started up a pot of broth. Since it wasn�t quite ready yet, I went out and took a bath. When I came back inside, I decided to bring us something to eat.� She gestured to the tray resting on the floor near the doorway. �I saw you thrashing around in your sleep, and put the tray down so I could wake you up.�
Although she couldn�t have slept for more than a few hours, it had done her a lot of good. The dark circles under her eyes were gone, her smile was warm and genuine rather than forced, and every hint of the tension he had been sensing in her had vanished. �So,� he said, grinning broadly, �What did you bring us?�
She set the tray carefully on his lap before joining him in their futon. �Let�s see--we have some of your soup, a small sliced melon, and some tea. I really didn�t feel like checking the nets to grill fish, so we can do with this for now.� She glanced up at him. �You really look a lot better, you know, but you�ll need a few more days before you�re strong enough to carry on with your usual activities.�
�Maybe,� he said, licking the juice from his fingers as he took a bite of the melon, �But I bet I can get back on my feet faster than you think.�
�Well,� she said, �That�s good, because I won�t let the others come home until you�re completely healed--you�re really a horrible patient, and I don�t want to inflict your miserable temper on them if I don�t have to.�
His ears swiveled to catch the teasing note in her voice. �Maybe,� he said, setting the tray to one side for a few minutes so that he could reach for her as he hadn�t been able to do in days, �We can keep them out of here for a day or two longer than that. It�s been a while since I�ve been able to pleasure you, and I really want to hear you screaming for me again.�
She flashed that smile at him again, the one that made him want to forget about the food and start making her scream right now. �We�ll see,� she said, her breath warm in his ear, �But only if you let me make you scream first.�
As he had predicted, he recovered rapidly. By the second day after his nightmare he was already stronger and faster than any human, although still a little less than his best. He found her on her knees in the vegetable patch, pulling weeds from the row of beans growing along the fence. He hadn�t been hunting in over a week now, and decided that this would be a good time to practice. He moved stealthily along the fence, checking the position of the sun so that his shadow wouldn�t give him away to the prey.
He moved slowly, barely brushing the foliage of the plants as he passed, and stood, looking down at his victim. Dropping silently to his knees, he slowly ran his hands up under the hem of her yukata until they reached her hips. Pulling the garment up to expose her body to him, he raised her hips, drinking in the overpowering scent of his mate�s desire for him. He was not surprised to see that she was wearing no undergarments: she made it a point to be ready to satisfy them both any time he wanted, no matter what she happened to be doing at the time.
He licked slowly along her fleshy outer lips, feeling her gasp and squirm in his tight grasp as she moaned in pleasure. He repeated the caress, his warm breath making her shiver. �What do you think, love? Are you ready for me?� He ran a hand down to her stomach, pulling the sash she wore loose so that he could work his hand up under the garment, dragging his claws along her spine. �I seem to remember a little story you told me about something like this.�
She moaned as he reminded her of the �bedtime story� she had once told him, and he could smell her state of arousal increasing at the thought of what was to come. He ran his hands over her rounded buttocks, lightly teasing the skin until she thought she couldn�t take any more. With a touch almost too light for her to even feel, he ran a hand along her entrance, surprised to find her fluids dripping from her already. He followed the course of his hands over her body with light kisses and little nips that seemed to make her nearly frantic for more. Wrapping an arm around her upper thighs, he held her in place while he pushed his arousal fully into her with one smooth thrust. He pulled almost all the way out again before plunging back in. He moved slowly, but there was no mistaking the controlled power of his movements. It had been a while, and he was determined to make it last as long as he could.
After only a few thrusts he could feel her muscles begin to tighten around his member. With an effort of pure will, he pulled himself from her body and rolled her over onto her back. With his arousal at the entrance to her channel, he moved his hips in short, quick thrusts, burying himself only an inch or two into her before pulling back again. She was moaning in frustration now, her head thrashing around on the moist earth as he continued to tease her body with his own.
Pulling away from her, he lowered her feet to the ground and knelt above her, pulling open her yukata to expose breasts topped by tight, erect nipples. He bent his head, taking a nipple between his lips, sucking deeply at the hard nub. He was surprised when a few drops of some unfamiliar substance hit his tongue. The idea that his mate�s body was already beginning to produce food for their pup caused his already erect member to twitch almost painfully as he suckled furiously, moving from one breast to the other, suddenly starting to wonder if he would be able to make this last as long as he wanted it to after all.
The moans of her desire filled his ears, making anything like rational thought impossible. Moving back down her body, he left a trail of damp kisses all the way down to the source of the intoxicating scent that had tamed him. He drove his tongue deeply into her, smirking a little at her little shriek of release at his hands. He continued his assault with his tongue until her climax subsided into a random twitching of her muscles.
Kneeling between her thighs, he guided his arousal into her while holding her hips with his other hand to control the angle. Once he was firmly seated deep inside his mate, he grabbed her hips with both hands, claws digging into the soft skin of her buttocks. Leaning forward over her, he whispered, �That wasn�t much of a scream, love. I think you can do better. Why don�t we find out?�
Setting a frenzied pace, he pounded in and out of his mate, listening to her gasps and moans. As she neared her release, he pulled back from her, lay back on the ground, and pulled her down onto his twitching member. A few strokes, and he began to move his hips with her, forcing himself even deeper into her body. He could feel her muscles begin to spasm around his length as she started to enter her climax. At exactly that moment, he pulled her down hard against him, filling her to the limit with his size. The sudden deeper penetration pushed her beyond her limits, and she stiffened above him, screaming out his name as her muscles tightened almost painfully around him, stripping his seed from him as he howled his passion.
�That,� he muttered weakly, �Was more like it.� Kissing her lips softly, he pulled his abused member from her body and carried her inside to recover.
He made it as far as the youkai pelt rug in the common room before the last of his strength gave out.
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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