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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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The citrus has returned!

19. Free at Last!

With a single leap, the hanyou was out the door, nearly running the girl down in his haste. He paused briefly outside the reed curtain that formed the door to their bedchamber, breathing deeply. In a moment of near-panic when he became aware of a strong blood scent, he pushed the curtain aside, looking with great relief at the pale, sweaty face of his mate. There were, he realized, actually two different blood scents in the room. The stronger of the two came from the pile of bedding waiting near the door to be removed. The other, a more familiar scent much like the normal bleeding of a woman�s cycle, came from his mate.
Approaching the futon, he fell to his knees next to her, brushing the damp hair away from her face. �It�s over, love. No more pain. I swear it.�
Kagome�s eyes opened halfway to see the frantic hanyou at her side. With a weak gesture, she motioned for him to look in the cradle he had built. �Look, love. We did this together.�
Although there was little visible outside the blanket wrapping the tiny form, he could easily see the dark fuzz that would one day mirror his mate�s ebony hair, and the tiny flaps of skin that would soon rise to become puppy ears located on the top of the skull. The woman on the futon smiled lazily. �She has your eyes, though.�
�She? We have a daughter?� In all his speculations about their pup, never once had he considered the possibility that he would actually be a she.
�We have to choose a name for her.� She reached out, her fingers twining into his so that he couldn�t leave her side.
He thought briefly for a few moments. �What about Nozomi?�
She smiled brilliantly, then nodded in agreement. �Makes sense. All pups are a hope for the future.� She turned to the side, burying her face in his sleeve, and was asleep almost instantly, mumbling, �Now we have to get her a brother�.� as she drifted off.
Although he couldn�t get free of his mate�s grasp--and indeed, didn�t want to--he spoke to the three women as they left the room. �My thanks to you all. Kaede-sama, I�ll see you tomorrow or the next day.� Once they had gone, he carefully disengaged his hand, undressed, and joined her in their futon. He moved next to her, wrapping her small form in his free arm and resting his chin on the very top of her head. Occasionally glancing over at the cradle next to his mate�s side of the futon, he soon dropped off to sleep as well.

*

The hanyou awoke to the extremely pleasant sensation of something very warm and extremely soft pressed firmly against his naked flesh. Although he had been keeping himself essentially motionless for fear of injuring the mate who had been through enough stress for one day, the movement of her skin sliding against his own created in him a sweet torment that sent shock waves up and down his spine. He tightened his grip on her slightly, feeling her sigh in her sleep as her hand slid up his chest to stop on the pulse at the base of his throat.
Looking down, he realized that she was awake and watching him closely. �Are you disappointed?�
�Nani?�
�I�d have thought that you wanted a son.�
He thought about it briefly, then shook his head. �We have a son--Shippou. Besides, boys are nothing but trouble. I know--I used to be one.�
�Oh, sure,� his mate laughed. �This is the easy part. Wait until she gets to be Rin�s age.�
The hanyou paled slightly as images flashed through his mind centering on his daughter as a young woman. Between the village boys and that damn monk�. �I think I see your point. Maybe,� he said, bending to taste her lips, �We�ll have to see about that brother you mentioned as soon as the opportunity presents itself.�
She smiled up at him. �I thought you might see it that way. Don�t worry about it--Shippou will keep her safe. He�ll make a wonderful big brother.�
He stroked her hair absently. �Are you sure you�re all right?�
She nodded slowly. �Kaede-baachan said I didn�t have any damage at all--sometimes women need actual repairs done after a birth, and that extends the recovery time by quite a bit.�
The hanyou looked at her blankly. �So, what do we do now?�
�Now,� she said, reaching up to run her fingers through his silvery hair, �We rest for as long as she�ll let us. Kaede-baachan said I can get up as soon as I can manage it, so I�ll try sitting up for a while today. The sooner I can get up and moving again, the sooner the bleeding will stop--it could take a few weeks--and then the sooner we can get our lives back to more or less normal.�
That did not seem entirely reassuring.

*

The next weeks were stressful for the entire group. Although their newest member slept a great deal, there were times when she required food, companionship, or some other service from the adult members of the family. At such times her voice, now much stronger than it had been at first, resonated through the cavern that formed their home.
Since infants typically had neither knowledge of nor respect for time, these needs frequently occurred at odd hours of the night. As a result, the group soon received a lesson in the consequences of sleep deprivation. They also all became adept at falling instantly back to sleep once the initial howls of infant rage had halted.
Still, they all became somewhat grouchy and slightly forgetful, finding concentration difficult. Fortunately, the winter made spending time on their most crucial pursuits--killing dangerous youkai and seeking out the fragments of the Shikon no Tama--difficult if not impossible. Because of this, they were spared possible injuries by not having to go into battle while they were in somewhat less than ideal condition.
The brightest spot in the weeks following Nozomi�s birth came when the hanyou decided to take advantage of a day without snowfall to pass through the well to inform Kagome�s other family about the new arrival. He returned a short time later with a Polaroid camera and instructions to not return until he had exhausted the supply of film he had brought back as well.
Conditions in the cave household continued to improve steadily. After only two weeks, the child slept through the night, usually waking only once or twice to be fed and changed, thus allowing the others to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep each night. Kagome especially benefited from this regularity of schedule--she regained her strength rapidly, managing to make her way out to the hot spring only three days after bearing her daughter. Though she dared not spend a great deal of time there, she made it a point to at least get clean before returning inside.
The old miko came out to their home every week to check on the progress of the new mother and child. After only the third such visit, she pronounced Kagome essentially recovered, although not yet at her full strength. Nozomi, she said, was growing well, and seemed to be developing slightly more rapidly than was usual for a fully human infant. After this visit, she insisted that Miroku return with her to her home to study some information she had found relating to the nature of Naraku. Since the self-created hanyou had utterly destroyed Sango�s entire village, she asked if it would be all right for her to accompany the monk. Since both adults would be gone for the night, they suggested that Shippou and Rin also return with them to the village so that the mates would have nothing to concern themselves with but the care of their daughter.
As the old woman left with the others, she nodded at the hanyou. �They won�t be coming back much before noon tomorrow. Use the time well.�

*

Although both of them were aware of the precise reason why the old woman had taken the rest of the family group away, they were slightly awkward with each other. Still, they would have plenty of time to get over it, as it was only slightly after sunset when the others left for the village riding on the transformed Kirara.
After a light meal of stir-fried beef that had been a gift from one of the village farmers and a couple of the last pieces of fresh fruit from the storage room, they sat in the large common room of their home. In those precious moments of silent communion, the hanyou was suddenly moved to take the camera from its place on the stone ledge on the left side of the room. Without alerting his mate to his intentions, he took a photograph of her feeding their daughter, eyes focused intently on the task at hand, moving slowly back and forth in the cherry wood rocking chair he had made after seeing how much she loved the one he had made for their daughter�s room. She looked up in surprise at the flash from the camera, and he grinned. �Don�t worry, love. This one is for us alone.�
She smiled in response, remembering his scandalized reaction when she had explained that it was considered indecent for a woman to feed her child in public in the world in which she had been raised. After only a few moments more, she rose from the chair, taking their daughter to put her to sleep for the night.
When she returned, he was surprised to see that she had changed her clothes, dressing in a cream-colored yukata with a dragon worked in scarlet and gold on the back. She poured them both some tea and brought a cup to her mate. �She�s set for hours.� Noticing that he seemed slightly ill at ease, she decided to begin the conversation on a relatively harmless subject. �I�ve been thinking--how hard would it be to make one more big hunt before the weather turns too bad?�
He shook his head. �The villagers wouldn�t go for it--they�re pretty much hunkered down for the winter. Why?�
�I wasn�t thinking about the village. It occurred to me that we really don�t have any source for fresh meat. If you guys could make one big hunt, getting as much as you could carry in a day, we could cut up the meat into whatever kind of parts we wanted and put it into the storage shed to freeze. From what I�ve been able to find out, the temperature most likely won�t get above freezing until spring, so we wouldn�t have to worry about it thawing out and spoiling.�
He shook his head. �I think it would probably be better to build a separate storage area for that--something only a foot or two high that could be built right against the side of the wall. That way, we�d have to store the meat in a single layer--at least until it froze solid. If we stacked it before it was frozen, the middle of the pile might not freeze until it started to go bad.�
�How about if we just spread it out on mats in a single layer until it freezes, then pack it into the shed? That way, we wouldn�t have to build another structure in the cold.�
He thought about it for a few seconds. �I think I�ll have a talk with the others tomorrow once they come home.�
She rose, her movements once again graceful, taking the empty cups and putting them aside so that they could be washed later on. Returning to her mate, she held out both hands to him. �I know it�s early, but I�m a little tired. Could we call it a night?�
He inhaled deeply, surprised at the compelling fragrance. Clearly, she was as weary of their enforced celibacy as he himself was. Getting to his feet, he took her hands, pulling her against him and holding her there in a steely grip with one arm while he used his free hand to run his claws lightly down her back, making her shiver at his touch.
She looked up at his eyes darkening rapidly with his desire. �Maybe,� she said, her voice cracking with emotion, �We should just stay here for a while.� He nodded slowly, sinking to the youkai pelt that covered the floor.
With shaking hands, he opened her yukata, studying her closely. She did not, he realized, look the same as she did before Nozomi. Although her small waist and flat stomach had returned, her hips were broader than they had been, her breasts fuller. He simply stared at her in the dim light of the fireplace, her shadowy hair spread out around her, eyes gleaming with welcome as he reached out for her.
She trembled as he held her around the waist, bruising her lips in a passionate kiss. When she could once again breathe she gave him a shaky smile. �I don�t think this is going to take very long.�
His voice was strained, rough with desire. �Maybe not the first time, but we have all night and well into tomorrow.� He reached up, rubbing a thumb lightly across an erect nipple, grinning as she arched her back to push harder against him, crying out softly. �I hope it�ll be enough for you.�
�Enough?� she murmured into his ear as he bent to place a line of burning kisses down her neck to the breast he had so far neglected. �There�s no such thing as enough.�
She cried out again, louder this time, as he fastened his lips around the nipple and sucked hard for a fraction of a second before releasing the sensitive nub. Still he continued his assault on her breasts, loving the way she responded instantly to his touch despite what the books had said about new mothers having little desire for mating. She shivered constantly, drawing ever nearer to her release.
With absolutely no warning, he pulled away from her. He quickly stripped off his clothes, watching as her head thrashed against the fur pelt in disappointment. He returned to her then, lightly dragging his claws down her body, listening to her moans and small cries as he pleasured her slowly, the soft fur of the rug soothing against his painfully erect member. He followed his claws with his lips, trailing kisses across her skin as he came closer and closer to the source of the dizzying scent that had stolen his control from him.
He continued the lazy caresses of his hands, listening to the occasional gasp that punctuated her pleas for release. Stretching out between her thighs, he lightly scratched at the sensitive inner surfaces as she writhed against the fur, trying desperately to push herself closer to him. Resting her thighs on his shoulders, he gripped her hips tightly, leaving small indentations from his claws in her flesh. She gasped at the feel of his warm breath against her thighs, then stiffened as his tongue darted out to flick against the sensitive nub above her entrance. With an especially smug look at the reaction he had been able to cause in her, he repositioned his hands so that he was holding her soft folds open, filling his mind with the scent of her desire for him. Unable to wait any longer, he leaned forward slightly, dragging his tongue lightly over every surface he could reach as her body twitched in his grasp, unable to do anything but react to what he was doing.
Still he continued his leisurely attack on his mate, instinctively enjoying the feeling of dominance her inability to do anything other than feel what he was doing created in him. Some small part of his mind latched onto this idea, as he didn�t really see his relationship with his mate in terms of dominance and submission at all. Her continuous moans had increased in both pitch and volume, and he decided that the time had come to give her a small taste of what he had planned for the rest of their lives. Leaning forward, he took a long, slow lick at his mate, increasing the pressure considerably from the light touch he had been using so far. She cried out, stiffening in his grasp, as he found the sensitive nub at the very front of her opening and captured it lightly between his lips, moving them gently over its surface.
As her release subsided into a random twitching of muscles, he moved back to her side, kissing her thoroughly so that she could taste herself on his lips. �Not enough, love? Let�s try something else, then.� He raised her to her hands and knees on the rug, looking at her in amazement. Had there ever been such an arousing sight? He dragged his hands through the mass of her hair that completely covered her back, then ran his hands across her skin, dragging his claws lightly along her spine.
In a sudden movement, he thrust his member deep into her eager body. She cried out beneath him, pushing her hips back against him hard to force him even deeper. He set a punishing pace from the start, plunging in and out of her body as though to make up for all the time they had lost in recent weeks. Leaning forward, he rained light kisses up her spine, pausing when he felt her muscles begin to convulse around him, then bit down lightly on the scar he had left on her shoulder.
She cried out yet again, stiffening under him as he held her hips with both hands, forcing his arousal in and out of her tightly squeezing muscles for another few seconds until he attained his own release, howling his pleasure against her skin.
The lovers stayed like that, motionless, for a few moments, then he rolled them over so that they were lying on their sides. He would not willingly remove himself from his mate�s willing flesh until it became absolutely necessary. He nibbled lightly at her ear. �Was that better, love?�
She didn�t answer, just moved against him, the sensations of her skin sliding against his softened member starting to reignite his desire. �You know what I just realized,� he asked. �I haven�t made you scream in pleasure yet.�
She opened an eye lazily, smiling at him. �You won�t, either--not with Nozomi sleeping in the next room.�
He thought about it for a few seconds, then decided that a wailing infant wouldn�t exactly contribute to the mood he was trying to create. �Then I guess we�ll just have to wait for the others to come home for that.� Wrapping her in a warm embrace, he pulled her tight against him, knowing that his body heat would keep her warm. In an aura of peace, contentment, and utter satisfaction, the lovers drifted off to sleep.
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Worth Waiting For