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Defensive Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So...just...um...

Remember how this entire thing started out as a PWP? Come to find out the addition of a plot didn't take away from the smut. So, yeah. I'm still not sure where this chapter came from. I guess I was too excited for glasses?

Hope you all have (or had) a good new year! Thanks so much for reading and sticking with me to see where this train wreck is going to go next. :)
“You’re still at the school?”
“Yeah,” came Kouga’s answer. “I started grading first block’s exams during planning and I’m almost done. Figured I can finish here and have less work to do at home.”
She smiled, already pulling into the school’s parking lot. Technically, he did invite her to visit him. “You’ll call when you’re done?”
“Of course. You have a meeting to tell me all about and,” his voice dipped to the low tone that sent her blood racing, “there’s this skirt of yours I have to get under.” Even through the phone, he managed to sound absolutely sexy.
They said goodbye just as she was parking in an open spot right next to his Jeep. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed her hair was still in place and her makeup hadn’t smudged. She pulled the fake glasses out of the shopping bag, ripped off the tags, and put them on, completing the look of a sexy librarian. Or secretary. Ooh. Maybe even principle. She wouldn’t mind playing his boss in her outfit.
Whatever he saw, she was absolutely certain he was going to like it, especially when he saw the slight adjustments she had made to her outfit.
***
Three more. Kouga had three more exams to go until he was done for the day. The class overall did better this time around than they did the first, but still. Some of the answers he was reading made him wonder just what they were actually paying attention to during his class.
Not that he was any better. For the past week, all he’d been able to think about when he had free time was his girlfriend. Girlfriend. How long had he wanted to attach that label to Kagome? Had he any idea she was interested, he would have sealed that long ago.
Now he was screwed. As soon as one thought turned to his miko, all thoughts followed. And he still couldn’t forget the picture she had sent him this morning. She had to know what it did to him, showing off her profile in a black pencil skirt that hugged every inch of her curves perfectly. She had paired it with a white, collared button-up blouse. He could just imagine unbuttoning the top few buttons, popping the collar high around her neck, highlighting that expanse of smooth, soft skin from her throat down to her cleavage-
He was never going to get these exams finished.
Shifting in the chair, he adjusted his pants to a more comfortable position, then turned back to the exam in front of him. It wouldn’t take long. He just had to finish and then he could be on his way to track down his miko, who was hopefully still in said skirt, and fuc-
The door to his classroom opened just as the scent hit him. He jerked up, watching in complete disbelief as the object of his rather dirty thoughts appeared in the doorway, looking almost exactly as he’d been picturing her.
Her hair was pulled back with messy curls dangling down her cheeks and neck. Red lipstick emphasized her plump lips; dark liner highlighted the eyes hiding behind black-framed glasses. Her shirt had been unbuttoned, right past her cleavage and to the base of her bra, showing off the red lace. Her skirt started there, hugging the entire curve from her waist to her thigh. Mesh black stockings followed the line her of legs down to a pair of sexy heels – they were the same shade as her bra.
She closed the door behind her and slowly approached him, her hips swinging from side to side. All he could do was stare. Sure, he’d had her put on a few things he found in her lingerie collection, but nothing like this. When she stepped between his legs and leaned back against his desk, he almost swallowed his tongue.
“Tell me you didn’t go to the meeting like this,” he rumbled, not able to keep his hands from dropping to her hips. He moved toward her, nuzzling into her throat. “Tell me this is just for me.”
Her hands gripped his shoulders, pushing him back against his chair as she leaned forward, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage. “I wore what you saw in your picture this morning.”
“So you decided to-”
She interrupted him by capturing his lips with hers, slowly nibbling on his bottom lip. The nibble turned into a bite, which she soothed with her tongue. He groaned when she sucked his lip into her mouth, then released it with a pop.
“It has been brought to my attention that you have been neglecting your students,” she murmured, gliding her lips underneath his chin and down to his throat. “Sexting in class, Mr. Takiyama?” She tsked him as he let his head fall back, giving her room to lavish his neck with attention. “What am I going to do with you?”
Kouga was mesmerized. Kagome continued down his chest, allowing him to look back down and watch her as she knelt between his legs. Her hands slid up his thighs, gripping his hips as she nuzzled into his groin. Damn, she was sexy.
“Maybe if I relieve some of your stress, you’ll be able to focus on more important things.”
That’s it. He died. He was dead. Or dreaming. He fell asleep on his desk grading papers, and was dreaming of her in his classroom, undoing his pants and taking out his cock. When her mouth closed around the tip, red lips pursed as they sucked, he bit back a curse. She was going to kill him.
“Mr. Takiyama, don’t you have exams to grade?”
That low seductive voice of hers was going to do him in. “You expect me to grade while you’re-”
“If you’re not able to get your work done, then I shouldn’t be distracting you.” Kagome emphasized her words by sitting back on her heels, reaching for the fastening of his slacks.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop.” He grabbed a paper and pen from his desk without looking, catching onto her game. Concentrating with everything he had, he forced himself to look at the exam, praying that she wouldn’t leave him like this. The distracted ookami was rewarded with her tongue gliding up his length.
“I’ll relieve stress as long as you’re working,” she murmured before taking him back into her mouth.
Kouga had never been so fucking frustrated. It was hell feeling what she was doing, knowing what she looked like while doing it, but having to actually concentrate on grading an exam. He wanted nothing more than to be watching her, concentrating on her and the little miko knew it.
Then his phone rang. The classroom phone.
“Answer it,” she said in between sucks.
Goddamnit.
“T-Takiyama,” he ground out, praying that whoever it was had the wrong classroom.
“Hey Kouga!” a female voice said on the other end of the line. The department head. Great. “You have a second?”
A quick glance into Kagome’s hard gaze told him he wasn’t allowed to say no. “Yeah, what’s up Ayumi?”
“We’re still doing that class swap Friday, right?”
Kouga made the mistake of glancing down. Those blue eyes twinkled at him from behind black frames. Her lips moved into a smirk, and then she was shifting, moving him further into her mouth. One final glance up at him and then-
“Fuck.”
Plump, red lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. This was new and he couldn’t even get past the feel of her throat working around his dick to wonder how it even happened. She slowly slid back up his length leaving a red ring from her lipstick circling around where she held him.
“Did you forget?”
Shit. “No,” he almost groaned. He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, sorry, I didn’t forget. Yeah, we’re still on for Friday.”
“I have a couple students that have specific questions about youkai history. Do you feel comfortable answering them?”
Kagome took pity on him and gave him a moment to answer. “Depends on the question. Can you get a list beforehand?” And then he was back into her mouth, her tongue doing delicious things to the underside of his cock.
“That’s what I was planning on. I’ll send it your way by lunch, Thursday.”
“Sounds good,” he growled, not able to keep the rumble out of his voice that time. Thankfully, Ayumi didn’t notice and hung up after a quick good-bye. Kouga slammed the phone down onto the receiver and instantly dropped his hands to Kagome’s head.
“Damnit, Kagome,” he groaned, leaning back into his chair.
“You don’t like this?” she asked, her voice too perky, her tongue sneaking out to taste his tip again. “Should I stop?”
“Oh God no,” he groaned.
“You brought this on yourself,” she murmured, her hands stroking his length so she could talk, “teasing me like that right before a meeting.”
“You’re the one who sent that picture.”
“You saying I shouldn’t have?” Kagome smiled, and then paused the conversation so she could take him back into her mouth. His head rolled back, a low moan escaping his throat as she worked hers over him.
“Shit, Kagome, where did you learn to do that?”
She ignored him, thankfully, and continued what she was doing, working up and down with the right amount of suction. He could only watch her and groan. She felt so damn good and he felt the build. She knew it, listening to the noises coming from him and feeling the building tension.
He felt it, he knew it was coming, and her mouth was so warm and wet and hot that if she didn’t stop, he was going to-
She was gone. She released him, moved back from him and was on her way out the door before he knew it. “You’re coming over tonight, right?” was the last thing he heard before the door closed behind her.
Kouga looked from his still-hard cock to the door and back again before shouting out a curse.
***
Kagome smiled as she heard a car door slam, knowing exactly who it was. She still couldn’t believe she had done that to him, but the look on his face when she walked out the door had been priceless. And if the waves of youki pulsing from outside were anything to go on, the pounding she was about to receive was going to be worth it.
The front door opened forcefully, then closed on a loud bang. She was waiting in her office, sitting at her work desk, and still wearing exactly what she wore to visit him earlier. She had thought about trying to work when he showed up, just to tease him further, but scratched that idea immediately. She was too excited; he would smell the deceit immediately.
Her office door swung open and everything tensed at the sight. He was pissed. Blue eyes glared at her from a sea of red, the claws on his hands were long and sharp, his tail swishing behind him in agitation. There was a moment of them staring at each other, then he stilled, breathing in the air. She watched those red eyes close, his nostrils flare, and she knew he could smell how ready she was for him.
Instantly, he was on her, pulling her off the chair and dropping her back onto the cleared desk. His claws raked down her blouse, ripping off the buttons and tearing it open. Her skirt was yanked up around her hips, then he stilled.
Kagome smiled up at him, knowing what he found. She had gone without underwear. Instead, there was a black garter belt holding up the thigh highs she had found when shopping for her glasses.
Kouga didn’t waste any time. She heard his zipper, then she felt the heat of him. His claws were digging into her hips and then-
“You…little…tease,” he snarled, plowing his entire length into her on one thrust. His voice was dark, deep, and guttural, his movements harsh and forceful.
He bent over, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss before nipping at her lip. He followed the line of her neck down, testing the points of his fangs on her skin before he reached her breasts. She looked down to see him meet her gaze, his hips never stopping, then he closed his teeth over a bra-covered nipple, hard.
“You thought you would get away with what you did?” he ground out, his growl rumbling through her chest.
She cried out as he bit down again.
“Did you?”
“No,” she moaned, arching underneath him, feeling the pressure building hard and fast. His teeth tugged at her nipple and-
He snarled, lifting off her and pulling out of her. Before she realized what happened, the claws in her hips tightened and then she was flipped over, her feet falling to the floor as he bent her at her waist over the desk. His length thrust back into her, picking up his brutal rhythm as his teeth raked down her neck.
“You’re going to scream my name when you come,” he rumbled, his breath ghosting over her ear.
Kagome could only nod. He was so intense, his youki still pulsing over her in time with his thrusts. He was forcing her closer to that edge and making sure she knew who was doing it. One hand left her hip to grip her shoulder, pushing her down over the desk. The subtle change to the angle was all she needed, and after a few more thrusts, the coil burst, sending pleasure through her body as she screamed out his name, just as he demanded.
His hands tightened, claws pricking her skin, and then that snarl sounded above her head. His cock jerked in her, swelling deep and anchoring within her as he came. He collapsed over her, careful not to move his hips.
They lay still for a moment, the silence only broken by their pants.
Kagome arched back to look at him. “You-you’ve-”
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice having returned to it’s normal timbre as he leaned his weight onto her to keep her hips still. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She blew out a breath. “You haven’t done that before.”
“I know. I can usually keep it from happening.” Kouga’s lips lazily kissed across her shoulder until he gently nuzzled into the curve of her neck. “I’m sorry.”
Now she was confused. “For what?”
“Losing control like that.”
She shivered at the thought. “You don’t have to apologize.”
He stilled over her, his nose pressed against her skin. She felt him inhale and then he jerked back, his hands moving over her shoulder and hip. “Shit, Kagome.”
“What?”
“You’re bleeding.” His hands roved over her back, a soft glide to check her muscles. “Damnit, I’m so sor-”
“Kouga.” He stilled. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.”
Carefully, she felt his hips shift, testing. He slowly slid out of her and gently turned her around to face him. His worried gaze searched hers. Kagome leaned up to kiss him, softly, as her arms wound around his neck.
“I already told you, it’s going to take a lot more than that to get any complaint.” The barest of smiles touched his lips and she gave him another kiss. “I wouldn’t mind a shower, though.”
His smile grew and he touched his forehead down to hers. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other around her waist, and then she was in his arms as he slowly walked to her bathroom.
“How did your meeting go?”
“Well, they fired Ishida.”
“Good,” he snorted, opening the bathroom door. “He fucking deserved it. So what next?”
She paused, a little uncertain. “They offered me a temporary position.”
“Really?” he responded as he set her down on her feet. She reached to remove her shirt, but he stilled her hands. With a soft, gentle touch, he slowly began removing her clothing.
She couldn’t help the smile at his actions. “Yeah, they asked me to do his job in working between the different teams and the design. I haven’t actually looked over the specifics, but from the schedule, I think I would be working in their office a couple days a week until the release.”
When her skirt hit the floor, his eyes focused in on her garter belt. “I really do like this,” he murmured as his hands traced the lace. Then he looked back at her as his hands wrapped around her to find the clasp. “There’s a ‘but’ somewhere in there.”
Kagome bit her lip, watching him as he removed the last of her clothing. “I would be working directly under Sesshomaru.”
He stilled ever so slightly before dropping to his knees, gliding her thigh highs down her legs. She balanced her hands on his shoulders as he lifted one of her legs, removing the heel and stocking in one pass before doing the same to the other. He was back to his feet and running his hand through her hair and releasing her messy bun before he drew in a breath. “He was there?”
She nodded.
“Did he say anything?” Kouga started removing his own clothes, which she shamelessly enjoyed watching.
She shook her head, then paused.
“Kagome.”
“He escorted me down to the first floor after the meeting,” she replied, “and told me I reek of wolf.”
A soft chuckle met her ears as he stepped out of his pants and shoes. “That you do,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “What exactly would you be expected to do?”
“I don’t know. They gave me all the information for the offer, but I haven’t looked over it yet.” She saw his question. “I wanted to wait to see what you thought.”
His answering smile made the anxious wait worth it. Kouga picked her off her feet and set her down in the bathtub, climbing in behind her. “Shower first,” he said, nipping at her shoulder. “Then we can go see what they gave you.”
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