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A/N
I’ll be danged. This fic has been nominated for IYFanguild’s
best comedy this quarter. Thank you YoukaiFate for
letting me know! That’s pretty neat.
Yet again, thanks everyone for all the
reviews! They’ve been wonderful.
And lastly, this chapter may be edited wildly
in the future. Still sick and yucky right now, so I’m just not sure if
it’s turning out how I want it, or if there are so many errors that I’ll be
cringing in the future as I look at it. But I thought it might at least
give you a few laughs and it was fun to do anyway, so here it is: the Great
Lemon Chapter.
Chapter 29 – Who’s
Afraid of the Big, Bad, Dog…
What Inuyasha Heard…
Miroku stared down at Sango as she
lay underneath him, watching her nerves unravel bit by bit. It was rather sweet
to see how nervous she was, but he hoped it didn’t get out of hand. He didn’t
want her becoming too apprehensive. She might change her mind
completely and he’d never find out exactly what she had planned. For
once, his curiosity was strong enough that he could control his lust, so a
withdrawal on her part would be a definite pity.
As she stared at him in silence he attempted
to smooth the way. “Is there something you need me to do?” he asked as he
supported himself above her.
“Could you…lay
down?”
Smiling, he pushed himself off of her,
waiting patiently as she shifted on the futon to give him enough room to
recline there himself.
“On my back, Sango?’
he asked, laying down with his hands behind his head
as he caressed her with his eyes. She nodded absently, sitting up to
kneel next to him. He felt a small twinge as he saw her there. Her
skin was positively shining, the small flame of the lamp shadowing the valleys
along her body to make them even more enticing. He clenched his hands
tightly in his hair to control the urge to seize her and start exploring her
body on his own. Maybe she hadn’t planned to leave him hanging when she
had him like this last time and maybe she had. However, right now it
looked as though she was trying to take the initiative, and he should
really let her do it. He knew he’d enjoy it but it was awfully difficult
to wait patiently as her eyes roamed his body.
His own feelings were so much more…violent,
at the moment. He wanted her to jump him as rapidly and with as much enthusiasm
as he was experiencing. He wanted her to straddle him and take him into
her heat and ride him until they both screamed themselves hoarse. He
wanted her, period. Instead, she seemed content to simply examine him
with her eyes, brushing them over his face, sweeping them across his chest,
caressing his thighs and focusing finally on his groin and the body part that
was the source of the worst and best moment’s in Miroku’s
life.
Focusing there was a good place to start,
however. Let’s keep the eyes on the most needy
part of him for the moment, Miroku thought, holding
his breath as Sango’s hand hesitantly reached for
him. It was fascinating; anger had emboldened her before,
obviously. Now that it was simply the two of them, no anger in sight, she
was uncertain and jumpy.
Was it really that frightening? Doesn’t
she know she can do anything and it’s guaranteed to be a good thing?
Except for stopping, of
course. He would have to
disapprove and stand firm against the stopping…. and leaving and dumping him
tied up to suffer for hours. Actually, better to cease that line of
thinking or he was going to get pissed off again, he mused. He retreated
mentally to the place he was most comfortable with: contemplating Sango’s body and what he wanted to do to it. Yes,
there we go, happy and hard once again. With an end in sight, this time,
thank the Gods. Tonight was going to be…interesting.
Hopefully fantastic, but definitely interesting.
Sango’s breath hitched as she saw Miroku
harden and grow larger before her eyes. She’d never really had a chance
to look at him before. Frenzied couplings, most often in the dark or in
places where they couldn’t even completely disrobe, did not give rise to a
leisurely examination of her lover’s body. It had only been a little over
a week since they’d married, after all. It wasn’t as though she’d had
years to become familiar with him.
His body was so fascinating,
so different from her own. They were both strong
individuals, both fighters in top physical shape, and yet their shapes were not
similar at all. The subtle differences that distinguished his masculinity from
her own form were very appealing, to say the least. The muscles in his
arms were heaver and more prominent, noticeably taut as they rested behind his
head.
Why are they so tight right now? Is he disliking this?
His legs as well…why were a man’s legs
different from hers? They served the same purpose, didn’t they? But
still, they were heavier as well, the skin following the curves of his muscles
so much more tightly than her own, hips slim and taut,
and his chest…she couldn’t understand how something could literally be made of
ripples and curves and yet still seem rock hard. It should be soft with
all those rounded edges, but it wasn’t. Although it was looking a bit
abused, she thought as she noticed scratch marks across his pectorals.
She was fairly certain the shallow puncture wounds along his thigh were from
someone’s fingernail’s or claws as well.
Poor man. She wanted to go back and kill the bastards all
over again. She didn’t know what those bastards had done to him, although
she planned to worm it out of him eventually. He and Inuyasha
had refused to talk about it so far, and she hadn’t pushed. Not yet, at
any rate. At least they hadn’t hurt him there, she thought, her
eyes focusing a moment on his manhood. It wasn’t so much of a glance as
feeling as though her gaze were drawn in to a whirlpool with Miroku’s male member as the center.
Framed by that odd, softly
crisp curling hair, skin softer and darker than the flesh around it, but so hard underneath.
A firm, solid core hidden by a smooth exterior…how appropriate that Miroku and his penis resembled each other so much, she
thought, almost giggling. As it stood up proudly, she could almost
imagine it ordering her to ‘get on with it.’ Or maybe that was the look
in Miroku’s eyes, she thought, glancing up at his
face.
Biting her lip, she sighed softly. This
had been so much easier to initiate when she thought Miroku
wasn’t in complete control of himself, or when she was too angry to think
straight. Facing a bright eyed and fully cognizant Miroku
was much more intimidating. After all, he’d had so many women – how would
she match up? Would he be comparing everything she did to the countless
women who’d come before her?
Did he do that when they made love anyway?
She hadn’t thought about it before. Enjoying
the physical side of their relationship was effortless when Miroku
swept her up and passion whipped all thought from her head. Now that she
was the one who was going to try and arouse him? She could admit it; she
was scared. What if he didn’t like it? What if she was terrible at
it? What if he laughed at her? It was worse than her mastery tests
from the weapons masters when she was growing up. Knowing she was
performing in front of someone who was significantly better than she had been
almost terrifying. But at least with the weapons she’d had
training. This felt like she’d jumped into a deep pool and only realized
as she started to sink that she didn’t know how to swim.
She couldn’t do this. It was
crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have just let
him keep going when he started kissing me.
“Miroku, I don’t
think I can…” Miroku had reached down to take her
hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her palm in what was becoming a habitual
gesture these days.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want
to, Sango. “His soft voice soothed her nerves. “But
if there’s anything you wish to do, you know you have only to ask, yes?”
“I- I don’t know.”
She murmured, staring at his groin, the tightening pouch of flesh beneath his
aroused member catching her eye for some reason as she tried to think.
“What seems to be the trouble?” She was
looking afraid again, just like after they’d first wed. He hated seeing
her like that. If having her do things to him
was going to make her like this, maybe he should just take over and…
“I want you to like it.” Sango
whispered, eyes shadowed and worried.
Oh, was that all. “Sango, if you’re
the one touching me, there is no possible way I won’t enjoy this. I love
you, remember?” As her eyes looked up to meet his, she felt tension leave her
at what she saw there. “Please, don’t worry so over this. Lovemaking
should be a joy, Sango, not something to be afraid
of. Enjoy yourself. Play a little. It’s all right. It’ll be
fun.” He smiled and thrust his hips so dramatically that she had to
laugh.
Play…maybe thinking of it that way would
help.
“All right. All right then.” She swallowed, withdrawing her
hand from his. “Then, could you put your hands behind your head
again? And you have to keep them there!” she added quickly. She
didn’t think she’d finish this if he started touching her.
Grinning, he quickly tucked his hands
underneath his head. ‘Here I am, come and get me,’ his pose shouted. Jeez,
even his body language is perverted, she thought, laughing under her
breath. For once, however, she was taking his body up on its offer.
“Don‘t move.” She ordered as she stood up and started
disrobing. She paused as his carefree, I’m-a-lecherous-scoundrel grin
faded and was replaced by something much heavier and darker, more
focused. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing quickened, the muscles of his arms and legs growing taut and
strained looking. Is just watching me making him do that? She wondered,
her confidence rising. I never knew…
He was completely focused on her hands,
watching every movement she made as she clumsily untied her obi. Her
hands started to shake slightly as she let her kimono drop to the ground and
started slipping out of her juban. He was
just…watching her. The words didn’t seem to adequately describe the
effect of his eyes. His look was so keen, as though keeping his gaze on her
body was more vital than living. Honestly, she had the feeling that
if a demon had entered, Miroku would have simply
dispatched it without moving his eyes from her, his gaze was that…connected.
Mere demons weren’t going to be able to pull him away from something this
important.
She finished taking everything off as quickly
as possible, standing for a moment next to him, flushed and
embarrassed. Blushing trails of fire ran over her skin everywhere his
eyes touched and she felt her nerves starting to fray again. Had she ever
been this bare in front of him before when they weren’t making love? She
didn’t think so. Thinking about it, she felt so
self-conscious that she started to cover her breasts with one of her arms.
“You’re so beautiful, Sango.”
He said quietly, his eyes avid and bright.
“I’m not.” She said quietly. “I’m
not…feminine. I’m scarred and too strong and… The way you’re
looking at me is, um... It’s embarrassing.”
“Sango, believe me
when I say this: there is absolutely no reason for you to be embarrassed by
anything that happens between us when we’re together like this. Not
ever.” He moved his arms away from his head and pushed himself up to stand in
front of her.
So much for him not moving, she thought in
the back of her mind.
Gently clasping her bare hips in his hands he
pulled her in close. “I can’t imagine someone more beautiful and talented
and sexy and alive than you are.” He said earnestly.
“You’re absolutely amazing, Sango. An honest to goodness
miracle that I truly don’t deserve but I am definitely selfish enough to keep,
despite whatever error brought you to me. Please, don’t ever think
you’re not beautiful.”
Flushing wildly she looked up at him, bringing her hands up to
rest on his shoulders as she stared into his eyes, expecting to find his
typical innocent, flirty stare, the one he reserved for teasing and
deceit. Instead, he simply stared down at her, unflinching as she
examined his face.
He really means that. She realized. He meant every word. What
a…. complicated man she’d married. She leaned against him, her breasts
flattened against his chest as she craned her head up to kiss him.
She kept her kisses small and light, fluttering against his face like a
butterfly caught in the hand as she suckled over and over again along his lips
with tiny moments of suction.
His hands held her hips tightly, gripping the
taught flesh between his palms in an attempt to do only that and no more.
This was Sango’s time to play. Sango deserved a chance to explore her own sexuality and
his body. Especially his body, can’t forget that
she was touching his body. He repeated the small phrase to himself as a
talisman against the urge to move.
One of her hands smoothed down his chest and
shyly ran down his stomach to carefully grasp his penis and grip it tightly for
a moment. He moaned against her mouth, pushing against her slightly. When
her hand pulled up and then ran back down his length with a hot, hard grip, he
whimpered. She could almost grip him as tightly as…well, as she could
with other muscles. It wasn’t quite the same, though. He really
wanted to be inside her.
Soon.
Her other hand ran down his chest as well,
reaching underneath the first until she softly palmed his sac, squeezing it
gently as if she wasn’t certain how much pressure to apply. When she
rubbed back and forth over the velvety skin, cupping and squeezing as she went,
he started to shake and reached slightly behind her to hold onto her
bottom. He needed to concentrate on something else, something that didn’t
involve taking her on the floor or over the table or against the wall or…he
squeezed her bottom hard, desperate. …touching his
body.
The pull on his groin started to grow more
rhythmic as Sango worked out exactly what she wanted
to do. She withdrew from his lips to look down and watch what her hands
were doing. Seeing her so completely absorbed in sexual play, feeling the
tight grip and release on his dick grow steadily more and more amazing made him
thrust against her again. When she licked her lips as she watched, he
imagined her on her knees in front of him. Dear Gods, to feel her mouth
on his and hold that long hair in his hands as he thrust into her, he could
just feel it.
All right, that did it. He had to be in
her now or he was going to explode!
Sango could play later.
“I’m sorry, Sango.”
His hoarse voice bit out. He released her hips and grabbed her, hand behind her
head as he took over the kiss. He used his other arm to pull her in
closely, wrapping it around her slim waist as he pressed her against his
body. Her hands fell from him and she froze for a moment. As soon
as he trickled his fingers over the back of her neck, however, she shuddered
and started to relax.
Neck got her every time. How convenient
that it was as much an erotic focus for her as it was for him. He pushed
back at her, walking her back a few steps until her back hit the heavy, outer
wall of the room. “I’m sorry, Sango, I’m really
sorry.” He growled constantly as he lifted her by the waist until her hips were
just above his own. “But I need you NOW!”
Miroku pulled his mouth away to hold her tightly as he
concentrated on pushing his forearms underneath her thighs, spreading them wide
as he lifted her up higher, opening her for him. Above his head, Sango started to smile as she clutched his shoulders.
He sounded so desperate and needy; he couldn’t even wait while she touched
him? It was…heady. His words encouraged her to play, and yet he
wasn’t able to let her do it for more than a few minutes without jumping
her. For the first time, she actively noticed his desires overcoming his
self-control, and it was a giddy, powerful feeling to know that she was
the one who was making him lose it.
He held up her up by her legs, arms quivering
as he kept her splayed open against the wall, and she could feel the blunt
hardness hesitating as it just brushed her wet entrance. Why was he
stopping? She leaned forward, draping herself around his head, and ran
her fingers into his hair.
“I love you.” she whispered into his hair,
and he groaned and thrust into suddenly, making her gasp. He felt so big
this way.
She hooked her legs around his waist,
clutching to him with her arms and legs as he reached for her waist again, her
back pressed hard against the rough wall. With no way of moving away from
him, she felt rather helpless as he pulled away and thrust back into her.
“Sango, you’re so…”
He cut himself off as he thrust again, eliciting another sharp gasp from Sango.
Her feet trapped as they held onto him, he
kept her still as his hips started their own tempo against her body. Two
quick thrusts and then long and slow, drawing himself almost completely out and
then inching back in as he watched her eyes dilate and her mouth work
silently. He kept up the strange rhythm, shallow thrusts making her hips
move against him, seeking more, while the deeper ones made her whimper for him
to move faster.
“Miroku,
please.” She pleaded, already
feeling close to release. If only he’d keep moving. Her words did
the trick as he started to thrust faster, deeper, pushing her against the wall
as he entered her, going so far inside she could almost feel him against her
womb. The chilly rasp of the wall against her back was a shocking
contrast to the hot slickness of his skin. She could feel his breathing
growing hoarser, his thrusts more erratic and frantic, and her own body jumped
in response, tension and heat flowing in waves as he slammed into her.
Pinning her to the wall, he forced himself
against her with fluid heat, over and over. “Miroku!” She screamed as she came, holding onto him
tightly as he continued to push into her welcoming body.
The feel of him pressing against the inside
of her as her muscles convulsed tightened everything into a bright startburst and she screamed again along with Miroku as she came once more just as he cried out his own
release, his hips pressing her against the wall as he held her there tightly,
his muscles locked.
He leaned against her, breathing raggedly,
his heat and the pressure of his body making her feel decidedly feminine and
small. Putting one arm below her bottom, he attempted to step back.
Attempted.
He stumbled and fell onto his ass, tumbling
her on top of him. She stared down at him, alarmed, but started to giggle
slightly as he looked at her in exhausted surprise before flopping backwards,
content to lay there, limp and obviously unwilling to move from the
floor. She rolled her hips slightly against him where he’d slipped out,
making him moan.
“What a lovely idea, Sango.”
He murmured without opening his eyes. “Truly unfortunate that
men can’t enjoy themselves again that quickly.”
She bit her lip, feeling bold after Miroku’s total loss of control. And honestly, feeling
him between her legs, pulsing and sleek, was still giving her tingles.
“How long it will be until you can, then?” She almost purred, pulling up her
hips and impaling herself on his slightly softer member. She pushed off
him slightly, careful to keep him inside her, and slid back down, grinding
herself against him. His eyes popped open.
“Sango, really, I
won’t stay this way for long. A man’s body has to rest before it
can…perform.” He stuttered as she came down on him again.
“Then rest. I’ll perform.” She said
softly, splaying her hands against his chest as she rose and fell on top of
him. She was enjoying getting to set the pace. This was rather
fun. She couldn’t move too much without losing him, having to press
herself down on him firmly to even manage that, but the small movements she was
able to make were keeping her aroused and sensitive. She rolled her hips
forward slightly, feeling that extra sensitive spot in front of her slit shove
against him, and she moaned. This was…wonderful.
She rocked her pelvis back and forth, her
face flushed and pink as she looked down at her husband. She could still
feel him inside, soft and…was it hardening up again already? If he
was recovering this quickly, maybe that was the solution. Maybe that’s
the way I can keep him from trying to take control, she speculated, wear
him out and then have more freedom when he’s exhausted.
His hands came up and grabbed her hips,
slamming her down onto his pelvis as he thrust against her suddenly.
Nope, he still took over.
She’d just have to tie him up next time, that was all. Then she’d like to see him
try to take over and…his hand inched its way up her hip and over her breast,
toying with her nipple in a way that had her gasping, and the thought was
lost. She arched her back, pressing her breast against his hand.
She wanted to feel him come into her, she thought,
dazed, having a hard time concentrating as his hand played with her breast, the
fiery pinpricks he spawned focusing her attention down to a point. He
released her breast, almost as though he’d heard her, and grabbed her hips
again, pushing her up with his arms as she tried to move away, and pulling her
back down to sheathe himself inside her deeply.
She wanted to help, but was surprised to find
that her legs were starting to quiver so badly she couldn’t use them.
After a couple of frustrated tries as Miroku
attempted to lift her up just with his arms, unassissted
…which he managed, much to her amazement, he growled and held her tightly,
rolling over until she was underneath him.
“That’s better.” He said roughly, leaning
forward and thrusting against her immediately. She wanted to wrap her
legs around his waist but again her legs wouldn’t seem to do what she
wanted.
Who knew sex would be harder on the legs than
demon slaying?
The tension grew and twisted inside her and
her muscles tightened in response, leaving her whimpering and vulnerable,
unable to move against him the way she was dying to.
Thank the Gods he knows what to do, Sango thought faintly as he simply put an arm underneath
each knee and pulled her hips off the ground to thrust down into her more
deeply. Felt…so…good. He was in so deep…
The sensations hit her like a hammer: the
hard heat of him pressing her open every time he thrust, sizzling her from the
inside out, the feel of his sac as it brush against her
bottom, his arms, and those eyes. That one time, it wasn’t the fantastic
feel of his body that pushed her over the edge, it was his eyes. His stare,
mesmerized and completely enthralled with the sight of her, was all it took,
and she came again, just on time as she was preceded by the pulsing, elongated
thrusts against her that always signaled the end. Miroku
didn’t even have the energy to yell, just fell on her, trying to lay on his side so he didn’t completely crush her as he
landed, holding her in his arms.
They were both breathing heavily, staring at
each other, when Sango started to grin. Miroku, who’d started to feel just
a teeny bit guilty about taking the reins again, now that he wasn’t in the full
force of uncontrollable lust, relaxed. He kissed her softly, using his
hand to brush her sweat dampened hair back from her face.
“Well, that was definitely a first.” He said,
“I must say, Kagome has my thanks. Please, feel free to talk to her…as
often as possible.”
“Kagome?!”
“Didn’t you say that she was the one who
suggested this?”
“Not this, you idiot.” She shook her head. “You never gave me a chance to
get to what Kagome suggested, you impatient sex-fiend.”
“Ah well, some other time then, yes?” he said
calmly, still panting slightly but content. “And if you hadn’t tried to
do what you did, we wouldn’t have done this…so I’ll still have to thank
Kagome.”
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” she
said, laying her head on his outstretched arm. She was definitely finding
a way to tie him up someday.
“Mmmm.” Was all he said, wrapping his other arm around her as
he started to fall asleep. Smiling to herself, Sango followed suit.
What Inuyasha Did…
Walking to the hot springs, his eyes focused on the swing of
Kagome’s skirt as she walked, Inuyasha swallowed and
cursed at the same time. it was arousing as
hell, but he had to admit he was…nervous. The last time she’d come to
some place like this, he’d almost lost her. After that had been the
stupid ninja bastards catching him unawares and almost
gutting Miroku, with Kagome was left
completely unprotected the whole time. He had a growing sense of dread
about doing anything at the springs. What if something happened to her
because he was too caught up in what they were doing?
They arrived at the springs and he started
scanning the area for anything dangerous. He couldn’t smell anything, but
he still searched, worried and on edge. There were too many places for
something to hide nearby, and he carefully peered into every shadowed bush and
leafy concealment.
Oy! Yelled his conscience.
Pay attention!
I am!
Not to that, idiot! Crap, now she’s
already in the water. You missed a perfectly good ogling opportunity
there, dumbass. You didn’t even watch her get
naked!
Looking at the water to find Kagome already
submerged up to her neck, Inuyasha agreed. He was
a dumbass. He smiled at her. She was
sitting in the water and leaning back against the edge with her eyes closed,
seemingly relaxed, but her scent was nervous…and maybe a bit aroused? He
started undoing his suikan, tossing it to the ground
in a heap. A rustle sounded in the brush next to him and he whipped
around, Tessaiga already drawn to face down the tiny
mouse that was scampering down its hole in terror. Fuck, he was jumpy, he grumped as he resheathed
the sword. Why the hell was he so nervous? Was there really
something wrong here?
It’s just been a crazy couple of weeks, is all, soothed his conscience. Don’t worry
about it. Just get in the damn water with Kagome and you’ll feel much
better.
But what if
there’s really something wrong? What if I’m sensing something coming?
Naaaah. Never happen. Really. And I’ve got just two words for you: Naked
Kagome. Explore the possibilities.
It doesn’t feel right.
He couldn’t relax. He couldn’t focus on
his wife. He couldn’t even fucking concentrate on what he’d like to do to
get rid of the hard length in his hakama. Son of a bitch. This was hopeless.
“K-Kagome?”
“Yes?” she looked at him from half-lidded
eyes.
“I’m gonna stand
watch.” He said quickly and jumped into the nearest tree, trying to ignore her
look of surprise and…could it have been disappointment?
But…shit. If he was wrong, he’d curse himself for the rest of the day
tomorrow for being a paranoid idiot. But if he was right and he didn’t
stay focused and cautious he might end up cursing himself for the rest of his
life. So he’d stay alert, dammit. As painful as it was.
And it was painful. When he
wanted to be making love to his wife, he was distracted by worries of oncoming
danger. Now, when he wanted to stay alert and focus on protecting Kagome,
all he could think about was what he wanted to do to her. From above,
even in the dark his eyes could see clear through the water, giving him a
perfect view of her breasts, soft thighs wavy and blurred, caressing the dark
curls between her legs. He panted and drew his eyes away, determined to
prevent anything from getting Kagome tonight. She sighed softly
under her breath, and he would swear he heard her mutter something to herself.
I believe her exact words were: stubborn,
paranoid dog. His conscience provided.
Fuck off.
After a few minutes of silence, Kagome obviously couldn’t take anymore.
She turned around, leaning her elbows on the ground and her face on her hands
as she looked up, trying to locate him with night blind eyes. Her body floated
slightly so that her bottom just broke the surface, water sluicing around the
valleys there in ways he wished his hands were doing right at that
moment.
“You’re not going to come down?” her voice
was soft and light as she spoke up at the darkness.
“I can see better up here.” He said shortly,
gulping as he kept his eyes moving and looking every which way but at
her. Maybe just a peek…
“But it’s more comfortable down here.” She
took her hand from under her chin a moment to rub the mossy bank slowly,
patting it a moment. “Why don’t you come and sit down here next to
me. I’m not used to being all alone when I bathe anymore. Sango and Shippou are usually
with me.”
“No.” he bit out, trying to ignore the
enticing image of her nude body pale and vulnerable in the water beneath
him. This was important! If he didn’t keep watch, something might
happen…
“For just a minute or two? It’s a little creepy right now. I can’t
see you at all Inuyasha, and this little bit of
torchlight isn’t that comforting. You can’t come any closer? Please?’
Inuyasha bit his lip, thinking. He didn’t want her to be
scared or anything. Hell, she might even start crying. He supposed
he could stay on the ground for a while…
He jumped down and came over, seating himself stiffly next to her, back straight as his eyes
continued to search for danger, ears twitching. He sucked in his breath
as she placed a damp hand on his thigh, rubbing it slightly, comforting.
“What’s got you so spooked? Do you hear
something?”
“Nah, it’s just… I don’t know.” He said,
frustrated. “I can’t stop thinking that something bad’s gonna happen.
It just feels wrong, is all. Maybe some of those ninja assholes followed
us or something.” He muttered, wishing he could articulate the feeling.
“Maybe you’re just tired.” She smiled up at
him as she drew her hand back, folding her arms in front of her and letting her
chin drop into them. “You should come in and relax. We could leave Tessaiga right here next to you, couldn’t we?” she
coaxed.
He bit his lip again, staring at her body,
shadowed more now from his shallower angle of view. It just made it more
interesting. If he made sure it was right next to him and he didn’t get
too carried away… He hated that stupid hot water anyway, so it wasn’t
like he was going to enjoy it too much, right? He nodded and started
disrobing, carefully placing his sword hilt first next to where Kagome relaxed.
Finally, she thought, cheering inwardly. Goodness, she’d thought he
might stay away from her all night, the way he was going! She was finally
starting to understand her stubborn, over-protective hanyou.
Play to his wants, add a little guilt, and you could get him to do almost
anything. The guilt was easy, and she had been surprised to realize that what
he wanted right now was pretty easy to predict as well. Just based on their
short time as a married couple, she was confident that what he would want at
this point in time was her. She’d noticed that his eyes always
glowed a little brighter when he was aroused, his face would tilt up more as
though he was constantly scenting the air and he had this cute little tic he
developed in his left ear when he was thinking dirty thoughts. It was a
dead give away.
She’d feel guilty about exploiting her
knowledge of him to get him in with her except she was getting him to do
something that was in his own best interests as well, so she felt it was
justified. He needed to relax and spend some time with her after last
night. And she wanted very badly to celebrate the fact that he was okay and
still that solid, permanent presence in her life. Now that they were away
from Shippou and the others, they could both have
what they needed.
Slowly lowering himself into the scalding
water, Inuyasha grimaced. He really didn’t
enjoy the damn springs. Water was supposed to be cold and it should know
enough to stay that way, in his opinion. Although there
were benefits. He looked down and to the side as he felt Kagome
scoot over until she was pressed against his arm. She rested her head on
his shoulder, putting both her hands around his bicep as she sighed and
stretched out her legs. Watching the water slide off her body during the
sinuous flexing of her muscles, he wanted to cry. It was just so fucking
unfair. This was so perfect, such a wonderful opportunity to be alone and
just enjoy themselves, and he just couldn’t do it. He had to stay alert
and…
I’ll do it, his conscience volunteered.
Huh?
I’ll do it. You concentrate on Kagome
and I’ll keep an eye out while you’re…occupied.
We’re in the same body, you idiot.
Yeah, but you can’t concentrate on Kagome and
something else at the same time. I can.
Inuyasha hesitated.
Look, your ears and your nose are gonna detect any problems before you see them, right?
Probably.
So, I’ll just pay more attention to anything
we’re hearing or smelling that isn’t Kagome. You work on hearing
and smelling everything that is Kagome….and tell
me about it later.
Well…
Considering how often this gets screwed up,
we need to jump on this while we can, don’t we? C’mon,
don’t be a stupid! If you don’t trust me watch out for Kagome, it means
you aren’t trusting yourself to watch over
Kagome, and that’s just stupid. Stop vacillating and go for it!
Inuyasha looked down at Kagome’s head as it rested against the
skin of his shoulder. She seemed to like to sit that way a lot, so he was
getting pretty used to the view. Sliding his arm smoothly around her shoulders,
feeling how slick and slippery her skin was, he started to smile.
You’ve got a deal.
“C’mere, Kagome.”
He growled, and she laughed and splashed him in the face, surprising him.
By the time he’d cleared his eyes, she’d pushed away to move farther into the
center of the pool. She stood still, looking back at him and feeling the warm, dark water swirling around her hips and sliding
between her legs intimately. “Kagome?”
She licked her lips uncertainly, nipples
peaking in the cool air as she hesitated. The water within the circle of
torchlight had already been like black ink. Now that she was outside the
light, she was blind to everything but that small beckoning illumination.
With essentially no moon out, even the air around her seemed as dark and
impenetrable as the water. Should she go back over? She shivered
and saw Inuyasha’s eyes focus suddenly on her breasts
at the movement, the tic in his left ear starting up. So he did
like this. Maybe this could be fun, kind of like blind man’s bluff.
“Come and get me.” She said, eyes laughing as
she backed up carefully, retreating into the darkness. She couldn’t see
her own hands, it was so dark, so he’d have to find her by sound, she
thought. She tried to be as quiet as possible, grinning at her own
cleverness. This was kind of exciting.
Inuyasha watched her for a moment, his gaze growing hot and
avid as she started slowly moving away from him. Come and get her?
She wanted to play at being…prey?
He swallowed at the thought.
Admittedly, there was a certain primitive thrill in hunting, a blood pumping,
gut twisting rush that swirled through the veins. Hunting when the
purpose wasn’t a kill at the end, though? Running Kagome down and taking
her once he caught her…he swallowed again. He’d never even thought she
would like something like that, although maybe he’d had a few fantasies here
and there, especially those times when he was frustrated and horny and she
started running past him as though just inviting him to come after her.
She wanted him to hunt… Seeing her smiling
and excited as she continued to back away, he let himself accept the idea,
thinking of what they could do. He was panting, hard, and ready in
moments, his testicles already pulling up towards his body he was so
aroused. He watched her, confused as to why she hadn’t started
running.
She was going to have to move a lot faster
than that or it wasn’t going to be any fun at all, he thought, moving in her
direction, baring his fangs slightly as he caught the change in her
scent. Still excited, still aroused, but a little nervous, too. He
never thought that would be a turn on, but damn, it really was.
It wasn’t until he was almost on her that he
realized she couldn’t see him. His own eyes had to work a bit harder, but
he had no problem picking out her soft body silently moving away from him in
the water. Yet, she couldn’t see him. Seeing how her wide brown eyes were
completely unfocused as they moved in aimless patterns, he didn’t think she
could see anything in the darkness at all except for the torch. He smiled to
himself. This was going to be even better than he’d thought. He
quietly swam around and behind her, carefully positioning himself.
Kagome was staring at the empty sphere of
light left by the torch, her eyes searching blindly for Inuyasha.
She’d started this as a lighthearted taunt, but it had somehow taken on a more
serious bent. Inuyasha’s focused,
determined face as he had slowly walked out of the light and into the darkness
had been unnerving, setting off alarms bells inside. She felt like she
was being…stalked, and she wasn’t certain what to do about it. Where was
he? She had just about decided to head back to the edge of the pool and
the safety offered by their only light when he stood up and whispered into her
ear.
“Gotcha.”
She squealed in surprise and whipped around,
stumbling away from his voice in the hip deep water, trying vainly to penetrate
the darkness and find him.
He made his way behind her again, standing up
as she neared so that she backed right into him. He wrapped his arms
around her waist as she startled, his palms pressing across her stomach for a
moment as he nuzzled the top of her head. He heard her heartbeat speed up
and the rich, heady scent of nervous excitement swirled around him like
perfume. She’d never smelled quite like this. It was erotically
appealing, and pulled at him in a visceral way, teasing him with completely new
ideas. The idea of seeing Kagome, naked, aroused, and nervous, and
running from him, popped into his head and turned him
on so completely he had to shake himself.
I think it’s time to show her how to really
play this game, he thought.
He released her from his arms so that only
the shivers of her body’s response to him let her know he was next to
her. He leaned forward so that she could feel his breath against the back
of her neck as she stood, frozen.
“Run, Kagome.” He whispered, licking the edge
of her ear lightly. “Run right now. And don’t let me catch you.” he
ordered, growling slightly as he said the words.
He could smell her nerves and arousal pick up
simultaneously as she hovered, uncertain.
“Run!” He growled, breathing hard. She
sucked in her breath and leapt through the water towards the bank. Saliva
pooled in his mouth as he watched her, glimpses of her bottom flashing as she
splashed her way to shore. He clenched his fists, trying to wait.
She got to the edge of the pool and stumbled out, turning to look behind
her. When she didn’t see him, she hesitated, reaching for her clothes.
“You’ve got 5 seconds to start running,
Kagome.” His hoarse voice crept out of the darkness and her head jerked around
wildly, still unable to pinpoint his location. She took one moment to
glance at her clothes and then she grabbed up the torch and took
off. He waited until she entered the trees, headed away from the
village with her usual lack of direction, and then he let himself go and
started after her. The tension from before was completely subsumed by a
kind of passion he’d never let loose with Kagome before. Finding her and
taking her was going to be so fantastic, he thought,
lust and excitement pounding through him as quickly as he raced through the
trees.
Time to find Kagome.
Kagome panted slightly as she finally stopped
running, pressing her back against a tree, shivering a little as the heat from
the springs seeped out of her nude body. She felt totally exposed
standing naked in the woods, subtle air currents curling around her breasts and
bottom constantly as if to remind her of her complete vulnerability. Her
small flame felt completely useless as she looked out into darkness on all
sides. Where was he? She wasn’t really sure why he was acting like
this, but it wasn’t really frightening.
Just…a little bit scary. It made her
whole body tighten in anticipation, every sensation heightened and sharp.
Where was he? And what was he going to do when he caught her? She
knew there was no way he wouldn’t. She couldn’t even find her way without
the stupid torch, and it probably gave her position away like a beacon.
She yelped as her wrist holding the torch was
grabbed suddenly, fierce golden eyes gleaming brightly for a moment above a
fierce, predatory grin in front of her before he yanked the torch from her hand
and ground it out against the tree, leaving her blind and helpless. He
released her hand and she tensed, stretching every sense as she tried to tell
where he was.
“I-Inuyasha?” she
asked softly, searching vainly for some shape or outline in the darkness.
There was nothing. She might as well have been blindfolded. Her
nostrils flared delicately as she grew more aroused. She knew he was
somewhere right next to her, knew, by this point, that he could see her nude
body, but she couldn’t see him.
What was he going to do?
She closed her eyes as blunt fingers ran down
her back, claws lightly raking over the curve of her bottom before drawing
away. “Did you think I’d go easy on you?” he murmured against her left
ear. Her breasts instantly tightened and she stiffened.
“I told you not to get caught.” He said, this
time already on her right, one hand cupping her breast firmly for a moment,
playing with the taught nipple as blood thundered in her ears. She could feel a
tightness so sharp it was almost pain pooling in her belly and between her
legs, whimpering slightly as he let her go again and left her standing alone in
the darkness again.
“And yet here you are, naked and pink
and…mine.” Lips slammed against hers suddenly as she was pressed against his
body, his hand fisted in her hair as he held it still and ravaged her mouth
fiercely, his arm wrapped around her back so that her soft belly felt his
hardness pulsing against her. “And what are you doing out here all by
yourself?” he whispered, releasing her lips to rub his cheek against hers.
“Don’t you know little girls shouldn’t go out into the big, bad woods alone?”
Breathing hard, Kagome felt her nipples
pressing and rolling against his chest every time she inhaled. She’d
never seen him like this and she had to admit it was …sexy. “The big, bad woods? “she said in a high voice, wanting to
play along but still a little nervous, “Who does that make you? The big, bad wolf?”
She felt him chuckle against her neck as he
nipped her slightly, his arm around her waist sliding down to cup her bottom as
he pulled her close. “Nah, wolves are pussies. I’m the Big, Bad
Dog. We’re much nastier.” He pushed against her stomach slightly, feeling
tight and aroused and ready to just throw her down and take her.
“We’re a lot better hung, too” he added, “And
smarter.” She giggled slightly, tension and arousal making her nervous and a
little giddy. “Are you laughing at me?’ he said with mock ferocity, pulling back to look at her face, and she shook her
head, stifling another happy little laugh. He smiled. It was
amazing how free he felt at the moment; knowing she couldn’t see him was a huge
turn on. He could pretend anything he liked. It was almost like he
could be an entirely different person, and judging by the smell and look of her
body, she was enjoying the whole thing quite a bit too.
“Better hung, huh?” she asked, teasing,
“That’s awfully easy to say when I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
All laughter left him as he felt something
ugly rear its head at the thought. She’s talking about another
male? That would mean she’d have to see another man in this same
situation. No fucking way…
“And you damn well never will.” He snarled,
pressing his lips against hers and thrusting his tongue in aggressively, noting
her startled eyes with some side part of his brain that wasn’t actively
involved in jealously considering the idea of her comparing him to another.
He was so busy staking a claim that he didn’t notice Kagome’s hands fisting in
his own hair just as fiercely as he held onto hers. Not until he tried to
pull back and she held him there, slipping her tongue into his mouth to smooth
it across his own erotically.
He growled against her mouth a moment and
then reached up to pry her hands out of his hair. “Hey, Big, Bad Dog,
remember? You’re supposed to do what I say.” Looking around, he cursed.
There wasn’t anything nearbye that wasn’t going to be
as uncomfortable as hell to make love on…he couldn’t just take her like he
wanted to. But there was moss at the springs, wasn’t there?
If anyone had been there to see, Inuyasha’s eyes would have shone in the dark like golden
beacons as he quickly scooped Kagome up into his arms and sprinted back to the
pool.
“Inuyasha!” Kagome closed her eyes, clutching his bare shoulders
frantically. She knew they were going fast, she could feel the wind
dividing around her as they passed, branches snapping under Inuyasha’s
feet, but she couldn’t see anything at all. It was exhilarating and
terrifying at the same time.
When he slowed, she tried again
unsuccessfully to see where they were, surprised to discover she actually
knew. The damp, unique smell of the springs was everywhere, and she could
feel the air grow steamy. He walked a few steps and she was splashed with
warm water as he jumped in with her. She rubbed her face a moment to get
the water out of it, and gasped as Inuyasha dropped
her onto her feet, whipping her around and shoved her off balance.
Her forward fall was stopped as he caught her
around the waist and gently dropped her body down another inch or so, her belly
and breasts resting on the chilly moss on the edge of the hot springs, her legs floating unsupported in
the water. Oh my goodness, she thought, pushing herself up with her
hands, he doesn’t mean to…
“Don’t move.” he said, putting a hand on her
back and pressing against her legs, leaning over her. She squirmed, the
cold moss making her quiver. She could feel him cover her back, his face
kissing the nape of her neck a moment. When she felt him trapping her
legs together, nudging against her sex as she was pinned against the banks of
the springs, she pushed up, startled, and he growled again. She felt
fangs run along the back of her neck and she froze.
“I- I thought you said you wouldn’t bite me.”
She said in a surprised voice.
“Hnnn.” His voice ran over her skin as the points of his
fangs scraped gently along her skin. “Maybe I lied.” His own arousal grabbed
him by the throat as Kagome’s scent shot up at his implied threat. “I suppose
you’d better just do as I say and you won’t have to find out, huh?”
He pushed up on one hand, the other sliding
down Kagome’s back and over her ass so he could slide a finger inside her
gently.
Oh thank the gods,
she’s as wet as her scent said she was. He’d chased her and caught her and
right now, all he wanted to do was pound into her until he was so exhausted he
couldn’t move. And it looked like she was aroused enough that that was
just what he was going to do. Bringing his hand back up, he splayed out
his hands on either side of her body, capturing a wrist in each set of claws
and holding them down.
“Ya know, you did let me catch you.” he said softly,
leaning over her as he spoke into her ear again. “I think the penalty for
that is going to be…me.” He said, pushing in slightly from behind her.
Her legs were still together, but the lip on the edge of the springs pushed her
bottom up higher than the rest of her. Holding her hands as he was,
leaning over her, he literally had her exactly where he wanted her…and where
she wanted to be, too, it smelled like.
“Here I come.’ He said softly as he pushed in
slowly, hearing her gasp as he felt her opening around him. “Gods,
Kagome, you’re so damn tight.” He moaned, feeling his dick sink into her, surrounded
by heat that made the stupid springs seem cool in comparison. “Sooo good.”
Seated deeply inside, he didn’t bother to
rest, but started pulling out slowly right away, wallowing in the feel of her
body holding tightly to his manhood as he withdrew. With her legs unable
to push against anything or find any traction, bent over underneath him, she
looked completely soft and vulnerable. Seeing her like
that made him feel predatory. He wanted to take and dominate and
make her cry out for more.
He wanted to bite her.
He pushed in again, harder, feeling her body
give under his. Pulling out slowly, enjoying again her tight hold on his
member, he growled. Thrusting fiercely, he buried himself into her,
biting his own tongue to keep his fangs from the soft flesh in front of
him. Slowly out and then sliding in to the hilt, a little faster now, his
member and his hands the only points of contact as he looked down at her naked
back and her beautiful, round ass that cushioned his hips so perfectly as he
hit the end of this thrusts. “Fuck.” He gasped, feeling her clench around
him suddenly.
He started to pick up the tempo as he heard
her throaty little whimpers of arousal, pulling out and pounding back in faster
and faster until Kagome was gasping every time he slammed into her, pushing her
against the ground. He turned his face to look at her hips, watching himself disappear into her over and over, their bodies
glistening and slick to his eyes. She was so damned hot.
Gripping her hands more tightly, he focused
on taking her as fast and as completely as possible. Harder and harder
and she had better not even think about comparing him to another fucking man
and… holy shit…his jaw locked as he came and shuddered against her, hearing her
scream his name, her convulsions pushing him to thrust against her strongly
again.
He leaned against her, breathing hard.
Draped over her back, he kissed it carefully, moving his lips across her
flushed and, thank goodness, still unblemished skin.
I can’t believe I was going to bite her!
Underneath him, he could feel her breathing
slow. Her scent was mellowing, the sharp, salty tang of her arousal
shifting to something softer. He enjoyed it, inhaling as he burrowed his
nose against her hair for a few minutes, before finally letting go of her
hands. Smiling raggedly, he let himself slip inside the springs, pulling
Kagome along when she just lay on the moss as he climbed off of her.
She leaned against him with her eyes close,
unmoving.
“Kagome?” Was she okay?
“Mmmm, can’t talk
yet.” She mumbled, snuggling closer to press
against his chest. He grinned. He didn’t know why it felt good to
know that he’d fucked his mate into almost insensibility, but it really
did. He felt about 12 feet tall. Damn, could it get any better than
this?
His breathing finally returned to normal, he
watched over Kagome, noting her flushed face, and felt unaccountably
embarrassed. That had been a lot…quicker…than he’d intended.
“Sorry, Kagome.” He said softly, leaning down to kiss her
softly. She didn’t even bother to lift her head away from him as she
smiled.
“Sorry for what? For
being absolutely amazing? It’s all right, I forgive you.”
Flushing more, he bit the inside of his lip. Was she teasing
him? “It was kinda…fast, is all.”
“Mmmmm..and
rough too.” She said, still not bothering to move.
He slumped slightly in the water. “Sorry…”
“Did I say fast and rough was a bad thing?”
she asked, red creeping over her cheekbones.
“No, but…isn’t it?”
“Not tonight.” She whispered, finally lifting
her head up and looking at him. “And if it’s with you…I think it’d be
good no matter what.” He could see the red flush actually creeping down her
face and across her breasts now as she blushed fiercely.
It’s good with me no matter what? His ego boosted up a notch.
Admittedly, he felt that way about her, he
just hadn’t realized she felt the same. Good no matter what, huh? He
leaned towards her to kiss her again. You thought that was good, let’s
see what you think when I…
Shit, it’s Kichiro!
yelled his conscience, and Inuyasha’s
head snapped up.
He grabbed a dazed kagome
by the waist and shoved her behind him into deeper water, grabbing the tessaiga off the bank and unsheathing it in the same
motion. No way that fucking cat was getting
Kagome again.
Where! Where’d you see him?!
Silence.
WHERE??
snicker.
Where the fuck is the damned cat??
Heh. A pause.
Heh heh heh.
What the hell is wrong with you??
Kagome’s in trouble here, you dick! Now tell me where you saw him!
Oh damn, but…BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't believe you fell for that! Did you
see how high you just jumped? I thought you were going to pull something! Echoes
of manic laughter rang through inuyasha’s head.
…you’re just fucking with me??!
Damn, more laughter bristled across Inuyasha’s nerves. That was classic.
You useless piece of shit! And I was just
about to…You rat bastard, if I ever find a way to get a hold of you, you are
dead meat!! Dead as a three day old corpse, you hear me??
Yeah, whatever. His conscience laughed again. But
holy shit, if you could have seen your face. That was the funniest damn
thing I’ve ever seen in my life!
You are such a fucking dead man. I swear to the gods I am going to go
find a damned spell that can suck your sorry ass out of me and then I’m gonna dismember you and feed your pieces to five different youkai and tell ‘em to shit you
out in the four corners of Japan. See how much you laugh then, you
sadistic asshole. Dammit all. Fucking
make me look like an idiot in front of Kagome, too. he
finished in a mutter, wincing as he looked over his shoulder to see Kagome
looking naked and scared, but determined, as she stood behind him.
“What do you see, Inuyasha?
What’s wrong?” she whispered, her weak human eyes trying vainly to see in the
darkness.
“It’s nothing. Just…thought I saw
something, but it was nothing. Overreacted.” He
said, trying to leave his anger behind as he looked at her.
Fucking son of a bitch, you EVER try that
again, I swear I’ll find some way to get you back, just see if I don’t!
Yeah, you could try.
Dumbassed prick.
I love you, too.
Shut up.
“C’mon, Kagome, let’s get back to the
others.” He said gruffly, reaching back to carefully draw her forward as he
started scanning the tree line again. He’d been feeling all mellow and
relaxed, and now he was just as tense as he’d been before, with a huge dose of ‘really pissed off’ on top of it. He refused to
release his sword as Kagome dressed, only dropping it a moment to hurriedly put
on his own clothes. She caught his tension and started looking around her
as well, for all the good it did.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” she
ventured as they were ready to start back, uncertain why he was acting the way
he was.
“Don’t know. It just…feels
wrong.”
“Is it anything that we just did?’ her voice
was small as she asked.
“What? Oh hell no! That was…” he
turned to find her so nervous she looked close to tears. “Ah, Kagome,
no…it was wonderful. It’s always wonderful. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.” He reached
over and put his hand around her waist and drew her up until their bodies
touched, tucking her head under his chin for a moment.
“I love you so much, Kagome.” He
whispered. “But we’ve had this, this marriage thing for so little time,
and I’ve already almost lost you, twice! I don’t know what I’d do if
something happened to you.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me.” She said
softly, enjoying leaning against his chest. “I’m right here, and
anything that wants to take you away from me had better be ready for a huge
fight, because I will seriously kick its butt.” She felt him vibrate
against her.
“Yeah, I think ninja boys found that out.” He
chuckled. They stood for a few minutes, embracing each other gently in
the dark.
“We forgot the torch.” She finally said.
“Feh, get it in the
morning.”
“But I can’t see.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya.”
He let go of her waist a moment to sheathe Tessaiga
before scooping her up. “See? No problem.”
“I guess not.” She leaned against his chest,
playing with a silver lock of his hair as he walked with her, rubbing his nose
against the top of her head periodically.
“Good thing you were around, I guess.” She
finished, enjoying feeling pampered and cared for, especially as exhausted as
she was feeling now that her adrenaline high had dissipated.
“Yeah.” He let his body move against her as they walked and
felt himself relaxing a bit as nothing intruded on his
senses but Kagome’s smell and the soft sound of her breathing. “Good
thing.”
Wonder what we could do tomorrow night?
Now that you mention it, said his conscience,
I’ve got a few ideas that you might want to…
Shut up, not talking to you yet!
But I have some really good ones! We
could use chocolate and cream and…
SHUT UP!
…or bubble bath and that pretty smelling oil
she likes…
Will you just shut up already?! I’m
not gonna do anything you suggest here,
asshole. In fact, if you suggest something, I’m gonna
deliberately NOT do it just for spite, hah.
But you haven’t heard the best one, with silk
and candles and…
I’m not listening to this, jerk!
…ramen!
Inuyasha stumbled and had to concentrate a moment on not
falling on top of Kagome. He shook his head, trying to mentally recover.
He couldn’t have told himself what he thought he’d just told himself, could he?
You thought of something sexual to do with
Kagome that involves ramen??
Yup.
Inuyasha paused in his thoughts. Don’t think this means
you’re off the hook…
Wouldn’t dream of it.
…but I guess you could tell me about…about
the ramen one. Just in case. Not that I’m interested or anything,
it’ll just make you shut up, right?
Yeah, that’s the spirit. Okay, so
here’s what I was thinking…
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