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Three Months Complete	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

That was how Inuyasha found
his roommate; back arched, hips jutted back, breasts straining
forward. Her legs were spread, her fingers pushing into her in short,
quick strokes.

Oh, fuck.

His jeans, which had become a
little uncomfortable the instant she had walked into the kitchen,
were now far too constricting. The sight of her -ebony hair that had
lost its soft wave and fell straight down her back, one thick strand
wrapped around her throat like a collar, drops of water coveting
every curve of her body, her full pink mouth open slightly, allowing
panting gasps to pass through them- brought him instinctively to his
knees.

There was a small moment of
hesitation, where he suddenly felt like a teenager faced with his
first nudey magazine.

A soft, rasping sigh rode over
the sound of the falling water, and Inuyasha shook himself. What was
his fucking problem? It wasn't like he hadn't done this...many
times...before. It wasn't like he hadn't ever been presented
with a naked, willing female. Fuck, this didn't even rival some of
the kinky-ass shit he had been through -some of which had been
downright scary.

But herein lay the dilemma. He
had heard the noises coming from the bathroom and had thought
something was wrong. Even when he had burst through the door -a
little more forcefully than he had intended (who knew she wouldn't
lock it?)- he hadn't immediately been able to identify the
scents contained within the thick fog billowing around the tiny room.
He could smell her soap, which was only lightly scented -something
that he highly approved of- and he could smell her. But
something about her had changed. It was the same thing he had picked
up in the kitchen.

And he had been so shocked at
its suddenness then that he still hadn't quite sorted it all
out in his head.

So, faced with the sight of
his roommate with her hands between her legs and the smell of her
obvious arousal punching its way into his lungs, gave him a minute's
pause.

Well, more like a fraction of
a minute.

He pulled her hips toward
himself, pushed her hands firmly away, ignoring her small whimper at
the loss, and buried his mouth between her legs.

She spilled onto his tongue,
filled his nose, a taste and smell so fucking incredible that he
closed his eyes and groaned against her. He faintly heard her gasp,
felt her fingers twining through his hair, holding his head in place
as his tongue pressed into her.

He slowly became aware of a
few things. One was that her thighs were starting to tremble
violently, which meant that she might not be able to stand up for
much longer. This, as far as Inuyasha was concerned, wasn't too big
of a deal since it meant they would be able to take this somewhere
more comfortable -a bed, the couch, hell, even the kitchen counter
would work for him, he wasn't picky.

Another thing was that he had
started to growl low in the back of his throat; a deep rumble that
caused her to moan as it vibrated against her. It surprised him
because he couldn't exactly remember the last time he had made that
particular sound.

The last thing...

He was suddenly damn glad he
had grabbed a looser pair of jeans this morning on his way out of his
bedroom. Initially, it had been to see if he could finally get a rise
out of his little roommate. She had a tendency to blush very prettily
when presented with his nearly naked body. Because of this reaction
-and the fact that it seemed to, on some level, infuriate or
frustrate the hell out of her- he had taken to not wearing shirts
around the apartment.

He knew she was a virgin, had
known the minute he had met her. But these days, being a virgin
didn't really mean anything. He had stumbled across more than a few
of them in his time -frustrated young women of imperial lords who
kept their pretty daughters under lock and key, women whose bodies
were temples for one god or another, but whose hands and mouths could
do the most extraordinary things.

He had also known that he
wanted to be in this exact position. Well...his knees were starting
to complain about the unyielding floor beneath them, his neck was
bent at an awkward angle, and dammit all if his jaw wasn't starting
to hurt. So, maybe not exactly this position. What he had had in mind
had been a little more rewarding and slightly less pinching around
the shoulders.

He would be lying if he said
he hadn't thought about trying to work his way into her pants when he
first saw her, but she had this mind-blowing ability to acknowledge
his presence only when absolutely necessary.

So now he was presented with a
challenge. Usually, nothing turned him off more than a girl who
played fucking hard to get, or one who was demure to the point that
she let everyone walk all over her. It annoyed him, having to work
hard just to get the same thing from different girls.

His roommate was uninterested
in him and reserved...mostly. She didn't let people walk all over her
so much as she just ignored them.

Except she wasn't quite as
successful with Inuyasha as she probably would have liked -especially
now that they lived together. Along with strolling around the house
in just a pair of pants or boxers, he had started pushing her in
other ways. Being inu-hanyou had its advantages. He didn't have to
sleep as much, and so could make sure he was awake at all hours,
would be there to present her with himself whenever she got up, came
home. If he caught her staring at him, he made sure she knew it.

And he knew she kept a lot of
things stuffed behind her teeth because he could always see the
irritation shining from her eyes -eyes that turned into swirling grey
storms when she was particularly irate.

And it amused him.

Because he had a feeling that
her anger in full bloom would be just as tantalizing as her tight
little body.

By the end of the first month
of living with her, he had resolved to fuck her.

By the end of the second, he
had revised this plan somewhat and had decided he would, at the very
least, seduce her.

By the end of the third,
watching her walk barefoot into the kitchen, clad only in a thin,
light blue tank top and a pair of black underwear instead of the
thick, bulky robe she usually wore before putting even a toe out of
her room, he thought perhaps he should just stick to his original
plan. He almost hadn't been able to contain himself this morning,
especially when she had caught him staring at her long legs, at that
small breadth of exposed skin where the hem of her tank didn't quite
reach the top of the panties that rode low around her hips.

And there had been a glint in
her sleepy eyes, a spark of something that he hadn't immediately been
able to understand.

And standing in a bathroom
filled with thick steam, the sound of running water and sharp gasps
filling his ears, the scent of his little roommate's blood filling
his nose, his heart had jumped into his throat and he realized that
something more than just lust was starting to come into play here.

Not love.

No fucking way.

But he felt a sort of
affection for her, at the very least.

Inuyasha pulled his head back
and licked his lips. Fuckin-a, he could get used to tasting this all
the time. He nuzzled the soft skin along the crease of her leg and
then looked up, meeting her heavy-lidded gaze. Her left hand
untangled itself from his hair, while her right hand…

Her right hand paused just at
the tip of his left ear. She had been stroking it idly, mimicking the
motions of his tongue, an action that, as soon as he had become
concious of it, had made him want to do all kinds of things to her
that she wasn't ready for -or probably even aware could be done.

He ran his hands down her
legs, letting his claws scratch gently across flawlessly creamy skin
and feeling the way she shivered underneath them. She was so goddamn
beautiful, as close to perfect as they came as far as he was
concerned. In fact, seeing her this way, naked and vulnerable, need
quivering fiercely through her body, he almost felt bad teasing her
the way he had for the past three months.

Almost.

He could see awareness start
to push aside the euphoria clouding her eyes. He had hesitated too
long and now she was blushing, moving her arms to cover herself. His
fingers wrapped carefully around her wrists, holding her arms down.

"Don't." His voice
was soft, but it still grated from his throat, husky with desire.

He placed her right hand on
top of his head, wrapping her fingers gently around his ear again. It
was an entreaty, as close as he had ever come to begging, and he felt
a little ridiculous doing it. But, kami, he wanted her.

But she just stared down at
him, something like horrified embarrassment filling her eyes,
flooding her cheeks. She pulled away from him, stepping under the
spray of the shower and reaching for the curtain that hung limply by
the only two rings left on the rod.

A low growl started in the
back of his throat, different this time. He was annoyed, confused by
her actions. A part of him didn't understand why she was trying to
escape from him, to hide. She wanted him…right? That's the
reason she had responded so willingly to his touch…wasn't it?
So why was she pulling the purple plastic around her shoulders like a
protective cloak?

"What are you doing?"
he asked. He didn't move from where he was, even though the hard
floor made his knees ache.

He watched as a series of
emotions swept across her face. One, which seemed to be anger,
replayed itself a few times before finally taking over.

"What am I doing?"
she repeated, her eyes narrowing. "What am I doing? I'm
taking a freakin' shower! What the hell are you doing? What
makes you think you can just, just barge in here?! "

Inuyasha felt his lips press
into a firm line and he sat back on his heels, crossing his arms over
his chest. This wasn't going the way he imagined it would.

"I thought something was
wrong," he said, harshly. "I heard you groaning and
smelled your blood. I thought you were hurt, damn it. How the
fuck was I supposed to know you were in here finger-fucking
yourself?"

Her face blossomed a darker
shade of red, if that was even possible and he could hear her teeth
grinding together. "Get out of my bathroom."

His frown turned up at the
corners, transforming into a droll smile. "Our bathroom,"
he corrected.

He pulled himself up so that
he was sitting on the edge of the tub, stretching his legs out in
front of him nonchalantly. He could feel it coming, like an impending
lightening strike. Her rage crackled through the air and he patiently
waited for it to explode around them.

"Oooo!"

He almost missed swatting
aside the shampoo bottle thrown, with amazing accuracy, at his head.
The top of the bottle cracked and popped off, thick, transparent
liquid slowly oozing across the linoleum tiles like an oil slick. He
caught the next bottle thrown at him, tossing it indifferently over
his shoulder as he stood up and stepped into the shower.

"What are you doing?!
Get! Out!"

He ignored the loofah sponge
that bounced lightly off his chest as he advanced. She reached
blindly for something else, her eyes never leaving his face as she
took one step back for every one he took forward. The water soaked
into his jeans first, making them heavy and stick to his legs
uncomfortably. It sprayed across his chest, his shoulders. He wiped
it from his eyes, shoving wet strands of hair out of his face. He
ignored it all because her anger filled the air, entered his lungs
and made him light-headed like the finest opium.

His roommate was wedged into
the far corner, watching him uncertainly, as one would a wild animal.
Her righteous fury turned her eyes into fierce grey tempests, making
him want her –need her- even more.

The warm water sloughing
across his shoulders suddenly turned icy, frigid nails pounding
sharply into his skin. Inuyasha let out a yelp that sounded
embarrassingly like a dog being stepped on as he backpedaled away
from the freezing water. His foot caught a bar of soap underneath it
and his arms windmilled as he desperately tried to keep his balance.

He heard his roommate's low
laugh and glared up at her from where he had gracelessly fallen at
the other end of the tub. She pulled the shower curtain more tightly
around herself and kept a wary eye on him as she slammed her hand
against the knob to turn off the water. She smiled down at him, a
smile that was amused with an edge of something fierce around the
edges as she reached for her towel.

His tail bone screamed in
agony, his back and shoulders were probably already bruised, and he
was surprised that he hadn't cracked his head on the tiled wall
behind him.

And she all but pointed her
finger at him.

"Stay," she
commanded.

"Fucking bitch."

There
was, Kagome realized later, something to be said for keeping one's
mouth shut.

A/N: Well, I certainly
didn't expect to get such fast responses to this. I'm glad people are
enjoying it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Don't be afraid to leave
a review -even just a rating. Tell me you love it, tell me you hate
it, tell me to go back into my cave and quit wasting cyberspace with
this crap! I'm a little unsure of where I'm going after this chapter
(and, for some reason, am balking at writing a lemon), so advice or
ideas are always welcomed.

Lissa: I'm glad you
liked the first chapter. Hopefully, this one touches on some of those
hilarious possibilities -I don't ever think I'm funny, so I kind of
have to let everyone else be the judge.

LadyCash: Your review
was so encouraging, thank you!

Manda: You should have
seen the fanart I based his description off of -it was totally drool
worthy >_<

MissieMae: Yeah,
cliffhangers...I hate them when other people write them (just 'cuz I
want more now! >_<), but I had to do it for this one. Hope you
like this chapter too!
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