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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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16. Homeward Bound

There was a short delay in our departure from the resort. Although the helicopter had arrived shortly after dawn, I refused to allow my new mate to be subjected to the long train ride back to the city. Not only would it be way too stressful for him, but--having been assured that I was still what he referred to as �in heat�--it probably wouldn�t be a good idea for us to be locked in such a small, crowded place for an extended period of time.
It was expensive, but hiring a limo with a driver for the day seemed the best possible solution. By closing the window between the driver and the passenger compartment, we could assure our privacy, and by requesting our choice of snacks and drinks we could turn what had been a long, stressful ordeal into a joyful, romantic interlude.
It took nearly an hour for the limo to arrive, but we were more than eager to start the trip back to Tokyo by the time it did. Once I had explained the advantages of the change in plan, Inuyasha was more than agreeable. Loading our bags into the rear passenger compartment, we settled in for the long trip.
I had barely closed the door before I was pulled into a tight embrace and kissed thoroughly. When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at a grinning hanyou. �What was that for?�
He smirked. �Do I need a reason?� At my skeptical glance, he continued, �You ordered us ramen. We have this big roomy place with comfortable seats. You had them include bottled water like you always bring home, tea, and warm sake. We have hours to be alone, and even a soft carpet on the floor. What else do we need?�
I copied his trademark smirk. �If you like that, you�re going to love this.� Without any explanation, I pushed the button on the door that reclined the entire rear seat of the limo. �What do you think of that?�
Although he was enormously surprised when the seat began to move, he was quick to recognize the advantages of the new configuration. Pulling me to him, he whispered, �I think that this has potential, love.� Without releasing me from his grasp, he pulled my t-shirt over me head, then fumbled with the button and zipper of my denim shorts. �Damn things,� he muttered.
Taking pity on my lover, I pushed his hands away, undoing the fastenings that were difficult for him to manage with his claws. He pulled me to him again, lowering the shorts slowly, allowing his fingers to trail down across my hips and thighs. I shivered at his soft touch on my heated skin, and he pulled me against his body, his lips roaming my neck and shoulders.
By this time I was starting to get lightheaded from his eager attentions. I barely noticed when he hooked a single claw into the center front of my bra and sliced the lacy garment in two. I took slightly more notice when he tore my black lace thong in half. �You know,� I murmured, �It�s a good thing we�re heading back to the city--you�ve shredded nearly all of my underclothes.�
�If you like we can get more before we go home.� Surprised that he was actually volunteering to go shopping, I smiled, reaching for him. I quickly stripped off his t-shirt, jeans, and silk boxers, sighing in something like disbelief at his amazing beauty. He often chided me for using the word �beautiful� to describe him, saying that guys weren�t beautiful, but it was entirely appropriate in his case. The fact of the matter was that he was beautiful despite being extremely masculine--there was no hint of the sometimes androgynous beauty of some of the youkai we had met in him. Suddenly realizing that I was staring, I pulled him to me as I lay back on the reclined seat, raising my hands to lightly massage his ears.
He went momentarily rigid in my grasp, producing a deep groan from his chest that seemed to vibrate through his entire body. That was all it took. He leaned forward suddenly, pushing into me, looking up in surprise as his arousal slid easily into my slick entrance. He set a furious pace, hooking my knees over his elbows to give himself slightly deeper penetration. I had been so aroused by the very idea of making love in the limo all the way back to Tokyo that I reached a powerful climax in short order, wailing against his lips as he muffled my cry with his kiss. The clenching of my inner muscles around his rigid member was all it took to send him over the edge into his own release, howling against my neck.
After simply lying together for a few moments to catch our breath, I reached out to one of the small compartments for a damp towel. Obviously, we were not the only people to engage in this particular activity in the limo. Once we cleaned up, we slipped into the robes that I�d been carrying in my bag--there was little point in dressing until we were nearer to our final destination.
Opening one of the insulated compartments, I pulled out an enormous bowl of beef flavored ramen. �Hungry?�
�Always,� he said with an expression that would have been appropriate on Miroku, �But ramen will do for now.�
�Lecher,� I murmured, smiling to show him that this wasn�t exactly a complaint.
�Only for you, love.� He set his ramen aside for a few moments, pulling me down to the thick carpeting on the floor so that we could use the lowered seat as a low table.
�Tea? Sake?� Almost certain I knew what he would choose, I was reaching for the tea when he said, �Sake, I think.�
When I looked up in surprise, he continued, �I know. I don�t usually drink, but sake reminds me of the ceremony we had, when we became mates by the human custom. I don�t think an occasional cup of sake will hurt anything, do you?�
�Of course not,� I said, pouring the warm liquid into the small porcelain cup and bringing it to him. I was amazed by the smoothness of the ride--much of the time it was impossible to tell that we were moving at all. I curled up on the floor next to him, helping myself to some sliced fruit from the built-in ice chest. �I bet you�ll be glad to get home.�
�I am home.� When I looked at him in confusion, he went on, �I never had a place that I really cared about, so it�s been easy--wherever you are is home.� I leaned against him, my fingers lightly tracing the edges of his robe. �You said you�re leaving school, right?�
�That�s right. What about it?�
�So you won�t be wearing your school uniform any more.� He was obviously working his way around to something, but I couldn�t imagine what it might be. I knew that if I only waited long enough, he would get around to the matter on his mind. �What kind of clothes will you be wearing?�
�Probably the same kind of things I�ve been wearing here. Why?�
His ears drooped a little, and I could see that I had somehow disappointed him. �I just wondered. Myouga-jiji told me something before I claimed you, and I wasn�t sure whether or not to mention it.�
This didn�t make any sense at all. �What did he tell you?�
He seemed to think that there was no point in refusing to answer. �Several chests of my mother�s things had survived. I knew about the small pouch of personal items I had had hidden away, but he told me about these things, and I was trying to decide if I should mention them.�
�Why wouldn�t you?�
He seemed to consider briefly. �They�re not exactly the kind of things you�re used to--they�re very traditional.�
�I bet they�re beautiful.�
He nodded slowly. �I don�t remember them clearly, but I always remembered her as being beautiful--I would think that her clothes were equally beautiful.�
�I understand,� I said. �I would never try to replace her. Nobody really could, after all.�
He looked up in surprise. �That�s not it,� he said. �I was hoping that you would like them, but you said--�
�You�d like me to wear the traditional clothes, wouldn�t you?� At the sudden shift of his eyes, I continued, �Why didn�t you say so?�
He shook his head. �You�re not like the women of my world. You do things your own way. I don�t want to seem like I�m forcing you into something you don�t want to do.�
�Tell me this, then--why do you want me to wear those things?� I understood that some of the biggest troubles we�d ever had had originated from a desire to do something good that was misinterpreted.
He thought for a long moment before answering. �There are a lot of reasons. You managed to make yourself pretty well known in my world. Humans and youkai alike all over the region will recognize you on sight. Wearing different clothes might make it harder for an enemy to find you.� I nodded slowly, waiting for him to go on. �I don�t remember much about my mother, but I remember that she was very beautiful. I think that you would be even more beautiful in her things. Besides,� he added, �A kimono would be a lot easier to get through than those �jeans� of yours.�
I sighed in relief. For a fraction of a second I thought that he was going to get all dominant male on me, telling me what I could and couldn�t do. I felt more than a little guilty, as I really understood that he wasn�t like that at all. I smiled slowly. �When we go home, I want you to ask Myouga-jiichan about your mother�s things. I�d be very glad to be wearing her things --and gladder for you to take them off. One thing--would you mind if I keep wearing modern underwear?�
�Gods, no!� he said, his voice rough with the desire that was growing in him once again.
As things turned out, we didn�t get around to the ramen until we were nearly in Tokyo itself.
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