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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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15: Woo Her or Rue It
Note: The island is not a Hawaiian one or a Greek one or Catalina (duh, but does anyone even go there anymore?) or anything else. The island does not exist in our reality (oooh spooky). I am too lazy to think up a name or research actual islands. You know what? Let’s call it Kawaii. Yeah. The island of Kawaii. Ha.
The flight attendant who could’ve been Jessica Rabbit’s twin ignored them for the rest of the flight, which was fine by him since he never drank on planes anyway in case he’d have to take a piss later, disliking the pathetic little cramped excuse for a bathroom. Inuyasha would have liked some of those pretzels, though, but Kagome wasn’t awake and she was better at opening little plastic baggies without making a mess. His stomach began to grumble and he realized he’d be craving pretzels for some time yet.
Finally, they had landed, and he didn’t wait for permission before jumping out of his seat and grabbing Kagome’s carry-on luggage. The hustle and bustle of everyone competing to be the first one out of the flying capsule of nightmares woke Kagome, and she blinked her eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear the sleep from them, wrinkling her nose in a cute way that reminded Inuyasha of Hajime. Briefly, he wondered if the kid would be okay without his mother’s milk for the duration of their honeymoon or if he was even still breastfeeding. Before he could ask Kagome, however, a travel rumpled and weary family of four pushed past him, not noticing or caring when he was knocked into the seat.
“Fuckers…” he mumbled, sending a glare at their backs.
“Are we there yet?” Kagome yawned, her distorted voice making him smile.
“Whaddya think?” he asked, shooting another glare at all the passengers that were passing them. He always felt like a loser if he wasn’t the first person off the plane. With the way the stream of humanity was steadily flowing, they’d be lucky if they weren’t the last. He knew he was exaggerating, since there were only about twenty people in first class, but he was still pissed off.
“I can carry my own bag,” Kagome said, her anger and rejection back in full force now that she had come to her senses.
“Nope!” he responded, leisurely walking to the front, elbowing an overweight businessman along the way.
Kagome scurried after him, her sandaled feet making loud slaps on the floor. “Do you even know what hotel we’re going to or what we’ll do here?”
“I know what I’d like to do here,” he said, his tone wavering with a lack of confidence that he despised.
To his surprise, she laughed. “Me too! I read up about these temple ruins and they’re super ancient and all mysterious and just so cool. I’ve been wanting to go since I was twelve!” she squealed, clapping her hands in delight.
Ears drooping, he held back on explaining what he had really meant since she seemed to have been looking forward to this for quite a while. Now that he thought about it, how had his father discovered something about her that her own husband didn’t know? Kagome had never told him about any temples or ruins she wanted to see or vacations she wanted to take. Maybe it had just never come up, but he didn’t like how someone else knew something about her that he didn’t. It didn’t really make sense, considering that he had only known her for a fairly brief amount of time during their courtship period and they were always either meeting in secret or separated by work, but that was just how he felt.
A man he didn’t know was holding a sign with their names on it, a fake smile plastered on his face, dressed in the plain black suit typical of a chauffeur. Sighing, Inuyasha brushed past him, opening the trunk of the car nearest them and slamming her stuff down, making the entire car shake before he slammed the trunk down and the shaking repeated. When he was alone on trips, he normally made the driver sit in the back and drove the car himself, but he was tired and just wanted to go to the hotel and pass out. Not looking back at the confused man and his apologetic wife, Inuyasha slid in the car and closed his eyes, wanting to relax but not allowing himself.
Soon, though it seemed far too long for his liking, the car door on the other side opened and he was joined by Kagome, who bounced about in her excitement. It seemed she was one of the few people energized by travel whereas he always felt drained by what he considered to be unnatural transportation. Taking a deep breath, he tried not to glare at her.
“Please take us to Ludiceros Temple!” Kagome said to the driver, leaning back in her seat and putting on her seatbelt with all the hyper glee of a child.
“Now?” Inuyasha grumbled, his head pounding with fatigue.
The girl just nodded, forgetting she hated him in her moment of happiness. “It’s almost sunset and I think that the temple would look its prettiest right now.”
“But I’m tired,” he replied, a hair’s breadth away from whining.
Kagome rolled her eyes, attitude back in place. “Why are you so sleepy? We only just got here.”
“It’s because I let you sleep on the way over,” he shot back, ears flicking in irritation.
“You could have slept too, you know. There’s not a limit to how many passengers can sleep on a plane.”
He didn’t respond, not wanting to admit to her that he was too caught up in watching her sleep and pretending none of their problems existed and they were just a regular couple on a regular honeymoon about to have regular make-up sex for the regular fights that they did not have regularly. Inuyasha just wanted all the bad things to be over and done with already. Since they weren’t physical, not things he could see outside of the pain in her eyes and the coldness of his bed, they troubled him more than he could express. So he just blushed and slumped in his seat, not noticing the way Kagome’s eyes studied him, a small smile quirking her pink lips.
“Fine,” he muttered, grudgingly agreeing to go frolic at the rundown old building she seemed so fascinated with.
“Thank you,” she said softly, surprising him into glancing at her.
Traffic was terrible, as it so often is at popular tourist destinations, so Inuyasha spent the time in and out of a light sleep, dreams merging with the sounds around him. When the car came to an abrupt stop some hour and a half later, he jerked awake with a loud snort. Ignoring the driver’s muted laughter and Kagome’s less discreet amusement, he exited the car and stretched, glaring about the location. The sun was almost gone, hanging low and red in the sky. Inuyasha sneezed, eyeing the visible clouds of dust their arrival had stirred up. The remains of the temple were far less run down than he had expected as well as somewhat small, but still looked like an abandoned movie set and altogether perfectly uninteresting. Who the hell would actually want to spend time in this dump?
“Ohmygosh, look at the size of those columns!” Kagome squealed, running past him and to the official entrance. “The lines are so perfect! However did they manage that without our advanced technology?”
Rolling his eyes, he dutifully followed after his wife, who had quickly found an attendant and was currently talking at him. Seeing the somewhat distressed look on her face, Inuyasha quickened his reluctant pace, wondering what could have wiped the happy smile off her face so suddenly.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but it’s two minutes until closing time, which means we’re closed,” the annoyed attendant said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation.
“But the sign said—”
“We close at five. It’s now one minute until five. Did you not adjust your watch to this time zone?”
Blushing, Kagome put her hands behind her back, clasping them as she did so. “But I—”
“I am sorry, ma’am, but I cannot allow you inside today. You’re welcome to try again tomorrow.”
Inuyasha couldn’t believe his luck. There really must have been someone up there looking out for him, recognizing how very tired and stressed he was, how much he just wanted to be alone with Kagome. If they could only be alone together, everything would work out fine, he knew it. They could pretend things were like they used to be, when they had their hidden escapes in the forest and things seemed so complicated but really weren’t. Grinning, he was about to take Kagome by the hand and tug her far, far away from the dismal junk heap, but then he caught the look on her face.
“How much?” he said, capturing the attention of both the attendant and his wife.
“What?” the man asked, brow wrinkled in suspicion. “Are you trying to bribe—”
Pulling several bills out of his wallet that he had planned on using for a nice dinner and some gifts, he instead slammed them into the man’s chest.
“That enough?”
Fingering the bills with an unsure look on his face, the attendant seemed to make up his mind, his eyes flashing with a sly light. “Two hundred more will buy you half an hour. I can’t let you two stay past then; I’ve got to get home.”
Nodding, Inuyasha handed the money to the man, shooting a look at Kagome. She was looking at him the way she used to, like he was some sort of superhero instead of the money.
“Thank you,” she whispered, moving closer to him but not close enough to touch. Ears drooping slightly, he realized he’d have a lot more work to do before they were back to being okay.
The man pocketed the money, beady eyes glaring at them. “Now, I’ve memorized your faces and there are cameras everywhere, so if you vandalize or steal anything, I’ll know right away and I’ll make sure to identify you.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Inuyasha grumbled, now resigned to his fate. The happy feeling he got whenever Kagome was happy had mostly worn off and now he was back to being exhausted.
“Thank you!” Kagome called to the attendant, who waved her away impatiently. Mood unaffected, she skipped off into the temple, dragging a sullen Inuyasha behind her with the invisible thread that bound them.
“Why do you like this place so much?” he muttered the minute he felt they were safely out of earshot.
She laughed. “It’s amazing. I like being in places people hung out in hundreds or even thousands of years ago. It’s cool. We’re connected. Also, it’s incredibly romantic,” she finished her voice going soft and her eyes doing that misty thing that made him want to kiss her.
“How so?” he questioned, feeling his lips itch and twitch from denying them.
“Well, the temple is dedicated not to the goddess of love or to her husband the god of war, but instead to the love they share,” she said, turning around and craning her neck to see the mosaic on the ceiling, her back to him. “It’s beautiful. Their love was stronger than either of them, so strong that people revered it.”
Thinking it was the perfect time to put the moves on her, Inuyasha closed in for the kill, briefly observing how the sunset lit up the raven blue undertones in her hair in a way he had nearly forgotten. Reaching out a hand, he let his claws lightly play with her hair. To his surprise, instead of the response he had been expecting, she let out a screech and jumped away.
“What the fuck was that for?!” he yelled, hands over his ears. The adrenaline in his system after that painful sound of alarm had woken him up, but that was about the only good thing he could say about it.
“I’m sorry!” Kagome said, putting her hands over his and rubbing his skin in apology. “I thought you were a ghost!”
A sound between a laugh and a sigh left his lips and he shook his head, bringing his hands down and taking ahold of hers. “Have you seen everything you wanted to see?” he asked.
Kagome nodded, a pretty blush on her face. “Yeah. It’s a pretty small place and they only had the one restored mosaic and it’s not the time of year for the gardens to be in bloom… Thank you, Inuyasha.”
“Let’s go check out our hotel room.”
She nodded, and instead of separating their hands like he was expecting, she instead swung them back and forth, intertwining their fingers as she did so.
O/o/O
The drive to their hotel was considerably easier, and this time they sat next to each other instead of separated by the useless middle seat. Content, Inuyasha wrapped his arm around her and rested his head on hers where it laid on his shoulder. It had been too long since he had been with her like this. What was he thinking just running away from her, from what they had together? It never felt anything like this with anyone else. Once they arrived at their destination, he nearly jumped out of the car, dragging a surprised Kagome with him and leaving a very un-tipped driver behind. The hotel was not as crowded as he would have guessed, which had more than a little something to do with the fact that they had come during an unpopular time.
Going up to the front desk, he said without waiting for the woman to get off the phone, “Inuyasha and Kagome Taisho, honeymoon suite.”
Looking somewhat nervous, the woman clumsily hung up the phone. “Oh, uh, yes, Mr. Taisho…”
“Key?” he asked impatiently, needing a warm bed and a good fuck.
“Um, well, there’s a sort of problem—”
“And that would be?” he cut in, ready to strangle her.
Eyes downcast, she shifted about like a misbehaving child. “Uh, we, uh, had a seminar this weekend. Sex and Seniors. The participants were quite riled up, and some only checked out this morning. One couple had the honeymoon suite, and they left it a bit… messy.”
Cringing, Inuyasha fought to keep down his vomit. “So you don’t have our room ready?”
“I would be happy to move you to our Presidential suite. It doesn’t have quite the view, but—”
“Whatever, we’ll fucking take it,” he grumbled, too tired to fight it.
“Thank you!” Kagome chimed in, the only one of the party not looking the least haunted or disgusted. Inuyasha wondered if she understood.
Nodding, the woman behind the desk handed him the key cards and he took off for the elevator, keeping physical contact with Kagome. Now that he had it back, he didn’t want to give it up. Their new room was at the very top of the building, which he resented since it would make getting in and out of the place that much more difficult. If he had his way, they’d never leave their room, but he was pretty sure Kagome wasn’t ready for that and maybe also wanted to see a bit of the island.
To his surprise and Kagome’s delight, their room was giant, more like an apartment. He wondered if the honeymoon suite was any better, and if not, why had his father not bought them this room? Sure, it was a bit over decorated, but surely a view wouldn’t top this luxury. Sighing his pleasure, he collapsed on the bed, groaning aloud at the feeling of softness.
“Um, Inuyasha?”
“Yeah,” he said, the word muffled by the comforter. At this point, he didn’t even care if seniors had sexed upon it.
“What about our bags?”
“They’re already here.”
“Oh,” Kagome responded. He felt a weight on the bed, signaling she had joined him. “Well, what about dinner? I thought we were going to go out somewhere.” As if on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly, sounding like a demonic destroyer of villages.
Gritting his teeth at the thought of once again going out into the foreign land and suffering through strange noises and smells, he offered her a compromise. “How about room service? Anything you want.”
A swift kiss to the back of his head surprised him. “I’ll order right away, then. Do you want me to get something for you, too?”
Inuyasha nodded, reaching out a hand to grab a pillow. “You know what I like,” he yawned.
The soft, familiar sound of Kagome’s voice lulled him into a sort of half-sleep, the knock on the door signaling the arrival of their meal making him jerk awake. Turning over onto his back, he saw Kagome generously (too generously) tip the maid with money from his wallet, which he had not noticed she had taken from his back pocket. Snorting, he got up and went to the metal rolling tray, inspecting the items laid out on its surface. A giant burger, a basket of fries, chicken parmigiana. All good things. A bottle of chocolate sauce? Confused, he picked it up, examining the label to see that it was not for food, but for couples. A leftover of the “Sex and Seniors” seminar, perhaps?
“Did we order this?” he asked Kagome, hoping she had taken the initiative.
“It’s included, Mr. Taisho,” the maid said with a wide smile.
Inuyasha just rolled his eyes, knowing it was his father’s doing. It wasn’t the worst of his interferences, but it still bothered him. Ushering the woman out the door, he then sat down at the table to eat, too tired to attempt conversation. Kagome prattled on about the temple, mentioning how she would like to return once the gardens were in bloom. He filed the information away for later, intending on surprising her next year during the springtime. Once the meal was done, he rolled the cart with their dirty plates outside the door and returned to Kagome.
“Gosh, that was good!” she sighed, stretching her arms upward and arching her back.
Studying her breasts, Inuyasha flipped open the bottle of chocolate sauce that he had kept and squirted some in his mouth. It was okay, a bit oily, but okay.
Kagome laughed. “Care to share?”
The magic words. Inuyasha backed her up until she was in front of the bed, when he promptly pushed her on her back. Her expression was nervous, and he ignored it, knowing that if he paid too much attention he would never get anywhere, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Crawling over her, he slowly and carefully removed her shirt. Kagome was panting now, and the look on her face made him wonder if she had missed him as much as he missed her. Shaking the bottle, he squirted some chocolate on her stomach. She gasped at the cold feeling and he smeared the chocolate over her stomach and ribs, rubbing it in and tickling her, which surprised a laugh out of her. Now that he had her feeling comfortable, he ducked down and licked a bit of the chocolate off her belly button, dipping his tongue in and teasing her. His tongue made wide, quick swipes everywhere else the chocolate was distributed, and soon she was rubbing at his ears, her breathing coming in quick little pants and sighs.
When he was done with her stomach, he turned his attention to something a little higher. Grateful that her bra unclipped in the front, he undid it, not bothering to take it off completely and just letting it flap to the sides. Grabbing the bottle once again, he poured a liberal amount over both nipples, watching the chocolate sauce as it dripped down her breasts and raced towards her ribcage. Mouth watering at the sight, he dove right in, sucking and biting at her nipples, allowing his tongue to dart out now and then and lick the surrounding areas. After a little bit, he started tasting ice cream too, and sprinkles. Inuyasha could practically taste the rainbow coloring. The sound of Kagome’s laughter broke his musing and he snorted awake.
“What?” he asked, the sleepiness thick in his voice.
Kagome just smiled and kissed him on the forehead. “You kept on going even when you were sleeping. I wouldn’t have said anything, but I started feeling like I was taking advantage of you,” she giggled, wiping the mess of chocolate off his face with her fingers. Suddenly, her face was serious. “When was the last time you slept, Inuyasha?”
His face felt like it was on fire. “Not since I… Not since I hurt you. I’ve barely been able to sleep since then.”
Kagome nodded understandingly. “We’ll sleep together, then, and that’s all. The fun stuff can wait.”
Inuyasha sighed, feeling further embarrassed when it turned into a yawn. “Can you at least get naked all the way so I feel like I accomplished something?”
She laughed and reached over to turn off the lamp. “Only if you do the same.”
He did so quickly, anxious to go to sleep and maybe finish in his dreams what he had just ruined. Kagome shucked off her jeans and sneakers and he studied her form in the darkness. No scars. Suddenly, he could breathe again. She pulled the sheets and blankets back, flinging the decorative pillows to the floor in a show of laziness he could appreciate, revealing the much more comfortable pillows underneath. Feeling a contentedness he hadn’t experienced since things were alright between them, he crawled in next to her, wondering what the future would bring.
They fell asleep holding hands.
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