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By : theMaven
Category: InuYasha > General
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                                                             Chapter 3: Surprise!
             Kagome giggled.
             “What?” he asked, his hands still in her hair.
             “Exactly how ‘close’ were you planning on getting to me tonight?”
             He gave a playful smile, his eyes dark and smoldering. “As close as you let me.” He drew
her in for another kiss. Wet, warm and wonderful.
             She smiled, then placed two fingers on his lips. “I know just what we’ll need, then.” She
pushed herself free of his embrace and turned away from him.
             “What’re you doing, Kagome?”
             She opened her backpack and began rummaging around. “Believe it or not, I’ve been
planning for this moment for quite awhile.”
             “Oh?” So Miroku was right, he thought. All Asian women were dying for it.
             “Ah, here they are.”
             He watched as she pulled the first item from her pack and set it before him. “Manacles?”
he raised an eyebrow.
             “Don’t be silly,” she laughed. “They’re handcuffs.”
             He picked up the shiny, metal bracelets and turned them over in his hands. “So, you want
me to chain you up, eh?”
             “No,” she laughed again. “They’re for you.”
             “What!”
             She continued rummaging in her bag. “Well, they WOULD’VE been for you,” she said.
“But since it’s a new moon, I don’t think I’ll use them.”
             He stared at her aghast. “Why in the world would you wanna chain ME up?”
             “Protection,” she said simply. “With those claws of yours, I don’t think I could handle too
many ‘love’ scratches. I’d hate to have to explain THOSE to my mother.”
             He shrugged and put the handcuffs down.
             “Another protective item.” She pulled out a black leather mask and laid it down on top of
the handcuffs.
             He picked it up. “And this is for?”
             “It goes over your head,” she said. “And there’s eyeholes so you can see, and a zipper at
the mouth.”
             “Zipper?”
             “Like on my sleeping bag. The shiny metal thing with the teeth. It holds things together.”
             He pulled on the metal tab.
             “That was so you didn’t BITE me,” she said. “I mean, hickeys are okay. But with those
fangs . . . I just couldn’t see me explaining THAT to my mom.”
             He put the mask down.
             She pulled out two books from her bag.
             “Homework?” he whined. “You wanna do homework?”
             She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. “It’s not the kinda homework you
think.”
             He picked up the first book and read the title. “The Joy of Sex?” He flipped it over and
read the back cover. “Kagome, what IS this?”
             She laughed to herself. “Open it up,” she said. “I marked some of my favorite pages.”
             He opened the book and glanced at the images of various couples engaged in a variety of
sexual activities. “Hentai,” he smiled to himself. Another thing Miroku was right about.
             “I don’t think we can get through the entire book in one night,” she said. “But I figured
we could start in the front and work our way back. And if we could hit a couple of the earmarked
pages, that’d be GREAT.”
             He chuckled to himself. The book was certainly an improvement from the handcuffs and
the leather mask.
             As she continued to rummage around, he picked up the second book–The Kama Sutra.
He’d heard about this one, at least.
             She laid a whip down in front of him.
             “What in the world?” He picked it up and stretched out the tail. It had to have been at
least nine feet long. “What’re you doing with THIS? Do you even know how to use it?”
             “Of course, I know how to use it.” She stood and took the handle from his hand. She then
smiled at him and cracked the whip three times.
             Each crack sent a shiver down his spine. Ouch, he thought to himself.
             She smiled and sat back down beside him. “See? I told you I knew what I was doing.”
             He swallowed hard. “And what, exactly, did you plan on using THAT for?”
             “In case you get outta hand,” she shrugged.
             “You’d whip me!”
             “If necessary,” she said calmly. “A girl just can’t be too careful these days.”
             Whips, handcuffs, leather masks and sex books . . . What else did she have in that bag? Or
did he even want to know?
             She pulled out a couple of candles.
             He sighed in relief. You couldn’t do anything with a couple of candles. “Atmosphere?”
he asked.
             “Dildos,” she said.
             “D-dildos?” he repeated. No way, he thought as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He could live with the handcuffs. He could tolerate the mask. He’d even let her whip him, if
that’s what she liked . . . But there was no way in hell she was sticking one of those things up HIS
ass.
             “And one last thing.” She pulled out a metal can and set it down in front of him. “What’s
wrong, InuYasha? What’s with that face?”
             “No,” he shook his head.
             “No?” she repeated.
             “No!” he said.
             “No what?”
             “No handcuffs. No masks,” he picked it up and threw it into the corner of the cave. “No
whips. And definitely no, no, NO dildos.”
             She stared at him, seemingly confused, a pout on her lips. “No?” she said again.
             “No,” he said. “And what’s with all this stuff, any way? You’re supposed to be a
VIRGIN.”
             “I AM,” she argued.
             He increased the intensity of his glare.
             “Well,” she said somewhat sheepishly, “foreign objects don’t really count, do they?”
             He looked away from her in disgust.
             “What’re you getting so mad about?” she scooted closer to him. “I thought you liked me.”
             “I do,” he admitted grudgingly.
             She rubbed her head against his shoulder. “And I thought you TRUSTED me.”
             The gentle friction of her head against his shoulder was something he couldn’t ignore. He
looked down at her. “I do,” he said softly.
             She reached up and stroked the side of his face. “InuYasha . . .”
             He wet his lips. “What?”
             “You know I only got all that stuff because of you.”
             “Oh?” he said.
             She nodded. “When I get close to you,” she ran her thumb across his lower lip, “I just
can’t help myself.”
             “Oh?”
             She nodded and grinned. “I wanna touch you,” she said. “And touch myself.”
             He chuckled to himself. “Is that right?”
             She nodded again. “I’m a good girl,” she said, “except when I start thinking about you.”
             He could feel his body begin reacting to her touch–the smooth silkiness of her skin, the
warmth of her palm against his cheek, the subtle caress of her thumb . . . If he wasn’t careful, he’d
be finished before the main event even started.
             “You make me wanna be bad,” she said.
             He grinned ear-to-ear. “Yeah?”
             She nodded. “Mm-hmm. In the worst way.”
             He glanced down at her, then at her little collection. “What’s in the can?” he asked.
             “This?” she picked it up and smiled. “Let me show you.” She shook the can, then
removed the cap. It was very narrow up top.
             “What is that, Kagome?”
             She brought the tip of the can to his face, then pushed the narrow tube forward.
             “Ahhh!” He jumped up and swatted at his face, knocking her over in the process.
             “What is this shit?” he demanded.
               She pushed herself upright and laughed. “It’s whipped cream.”
             “What!”
             She tugged on the edges of the sleeping bag, pulling him closer. “Come down here,” she
said.
             He crouched down in front of her.
             “It’s whipped cream,” she said softly. “A dessert topping.”
             “Dessert topping? You sprayed me with dessert topping?”
             She smiled and nodded.
             “Why!”
             She grabbed hold of his head and licked the remaining cream from the side of his face.
             “Oh,” he said.
             Kagome grinned. “And it works just as well on other body parts.” She shook the can
again and put it to his mouth. She then squirted some on his lower lip. “I picked this up from a
video I found in my grandpa’s room.” She licked off some of the topping, then sucked his lip into
her mouth, doing away with the remainder of the white, creamy substance.
             “I like whipped cream,” he sighed.
             “I thought you might.” She shook up the can again.
             “Where’re you gonna use it this time?”
             She pushed the hair back from his neck and sprayed a foamy, white line from the middle
of his neck to just below his ear.
             “That’s kinda cold,” he said.
             “That’s because you’re kinda hot.” She sucked up the cream with her lips and tongue,
caressing his back and shoulders as she went.
             “Kagome . . .”
             She shook the can again, a slight blush in her cheeks. “Lose the sleeping bag,” she said.
             “What?”
             Her blush increased. “I don’t wanna get it all over my bag, so take it off.”
             He grinned.
             “I wish you’d stop leering at me like that,” she teased.
             “Can’t help it,” he said.
             She looked away from him. “You know, InuYasha, this really IS my first time,” she said.
“I’ve been waiting around for it for awhile, and I just wanted to be prepared when it FINALLY
happened . . . I really haven’t been with anybody else.”
             He laughed to himself. “Inanimate objects excluded?”
             She giggled. “Inanimate objects of all shapes and sizes excluded . . .”
             “ALL shapes and sizes?”
             She shrugged innocently. “Well, I didn’t know how big you were, so . . .”
             This time it was his turn to blush. “I believe you, Kagome. You just come from a
REALLY weird time.”
             She smiled at him. “So, will you strip for me?”
             He stood and dropped the sleeping bag to the ground.
             “Whoo!” she fanned herself. “It’s a good thing I’ve been practicing.”
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