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Chapter
3

"Stay,"
she commanded.

"Fucking
bitch."

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

She
had, at least, successfully made it out of the shower, had, at least,
managed to get her towel around herself -a flimsy attempt at modesty,
to be sure, but at this point she would take what she could get.

Her
roommate had every right to be angry, she reflected. She had,
perhaps, gone too far, using the same command one would toward an
obedient dog. But, in her defense, she was a little out of sorts
today. Not only had she boldly walked into the kitchen wearing next
to nothing -something that made her cheeks flush hotly when she
thought too long on it- but she had somehow found herself openly
lusting after a man -hanyou-
that she had to share close quarters with.

And
then she had been caught
doing it.

So,
really, if she was honest with herself, she would have to admit it
was her own fault, the position she was in now. If she had just
bitten her tongue, if she had just walked out, there wouldn't have
been any reason for her roommate to scramble easily out of the tub
and nimbly maneuver through the tight space to block the only exit.

Kagome's
vision was filled with the breadth of a golden chest, her nose was
filled with the scent of wet inu-hanyou; a wild smell, like a loamy
wood after a fresh rain. A drop of water caught her attention, and
she absently followed it as it made its way lasciviously across the
dips and ridges of his flat stomach. It was like a zealot, that
droplet, rallying all the others around it to join it in its
exploration of lands unknown. It and its compatriots disappeared
into the top of his jeans, which, she noticed, were soaking wet. A
small puddle had already formed around his bare feet, the denim so
saturated that it had become a deep blue, had become heavy. With no
belt to help hold them around his narrow hips, they had slipped lower
than usual...so low that she could see the patch of white hair that
was an extreme contrast to the dark color of the jeans, to the tawny
color of his skin, peeking coyly over the hem like a courtesan
peeking over the edges of an ornate fan.

Her
breath hitched, her lips, suddenly inexplicably dry despite the
lingering moisture in the small room, parted as she desperately tried
to pull air back into her lungs.

When
her eyes snapped up, she became trapped in the scintillating suns
staring down at her through drenched strands of white. A slight
smile lift the corners of his mouth, grew until the pearl-white,
razor-sharp tip of one fang glimmered from underneath his lip.

Good
gods, she had forgotten about those fangs...

As
though meeting his gaze was the starter pistol signalling the
beginning of a race, he suddenly took a step toward her. There
hadn't been much room between them to begin with, but now, now he
stood so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body
reaching out to her, coiling around her like a winsome cat. This
close to him, she nearly had to crane her neck back to keep eye
contact with him. His ears stood rigidly at attention, like soldiers
being dressed down by their sergeant, capturing every minute noise
that she made.

And
if she took in a deep enough breath, she'd be able to feel that
velvety skin against hers again.

Kagome
took a step back. The sink did much to hinder her retreat, like an
ally that had just switched sides in the middle of a battle. The
edge of the counter dug into the backs of her thighs, but she wasn't
sure where else she could go.

Her
eyes flickered toward the bathtub. No, that wouldn't help. She
already knew the kinds of things that could go wrong in the shower.

He
had her pinned now, anyway. He still wasn't touching her. He didn't
have to. Because, just by looking into his eyes, Kagome knew he
knew that she was quite aware of how fast he could move, and that
escape was as likely as a criminal, already strapped to the electric
chair, being set free. She vaguely wondered what he would do if she
just told him to leave her alone. Because she had a feeling she knew
what he had in mind -it wasn't really hard to figure out, didn't take
a freaking psychic, was easier than hearing thunder and predicting
rain- and he hadn't left her with a lot of options.

In
fact, he left her with exactly two.

She
could always just
surrender to the inevitable, let herself be pushed onto a ride she
was already next in line for. Except, while Kagome wasn't the
domineering sort, rolling over and just letting him have his way
grated against a nerve she didn't even really know existed in her.

And
she wasn't even going to kid herself anymore. She wanted it. More
precisely, wanted him.
If asked, she wouldn't bother to lie. All the posturing, the sexy
smirks, the bared flesh and low-slung pants, they had all done
exactly what they were meant to do. And, since she was being
perfectly honest with herself, she had to admit that he probably
wouldn't have had to do any of that to get her in this position.

How
sweet, though, that he
had put so much effort into it.

So.

She
didn't even think about it. That was the key. Because if she
thought about it, she'd lose her nerve and wind up being just another
ravished damsel lost in the crowd. Since it would happen one way or
another, she figured it should, at the very least, happen on her
terms.

Kagome
reached up, fingers wrapping around the two long chunks of hair at
either side of his face, and jerked him toward her.

There
was just enough time to see his golden eyes widen, just enough time
for a surprised grunt to work its way out of his throat before his
mouth crashed against hers.

It
wasn't the best kiss, wasn't earth-shattering or electrifying. It
was too full of astonishment on both ends to be pleasurable, at too
uncomfortable an angle to be satisfying. It was awkward -preteen at
her first dance awkward, having to form complete sentences around
your secret crush awkward...first kiss awkward.

But
there was something in the way he went completely still, something in
the way he let her, for a moment, explore lips as smooth and soft as
silk before he took control that made it provocative.

His
hands came down on the counter to either side of her, sealing her in
with the finality of a cage door closing. But Kagome found, as his
mouth moved gently over hers, as his hand curled around the nape of
her neck, refusing to let her move, refusing to release her for a
breath, making her inhale sharply through her nose, that she wasn't
really interested on going anywhere.

She
whimpered softly as the hard edge of the counter bit deeper into the
flesh of her thighs. But he was relentless, molding his hard, lean
body against hers so that her breasts crushed against his chest, and
the only real choice he left her with was to slide up onto the sink.

And
then her knees were in the way, so what else could she do but part
her legs as he was parting her lips and let him settle between them?

She
was still in his mouth, she could taste it as he slid his tongue
against hers, a curious combination of him and her that made her a
little more bold, made her tentative caresses against his tongue more
aggressive. Her fingers released their grip on his hair and her
hands grasped his face as she opened her mouth wider, trying to taste
as much of herself mixed with him as she could. She felt the way he
hesitated for a heart beat, felt the way he went completely still
again, as though every time she took the initiative, she surprised
him, like introducing a new hypothesis for a theorem he already
thought of as airtight.

Her
current position, though, was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
The porcelain was cold against her hotly flushed skin where the towel
rode up, her butt was halfway in the sink, and she was pretty sure
that was the faucet digging uncomfortably into the small of her back.
She reached behind her, trying to relieve the unwelcome thrust of
hardware into her. Her roommate gave an annoyed growl against her
lips as she shifted, but she ignored him, her hand pushing against
the first thing it landed on so she could slide forward slightly.

Water,
seemingly thawed from a glacier, erupted from the tap, immediately
soaking into the towel and running over her backside. Her eyes shot
open and her muted scream crammed itself into his mouth. She thrust
her whole body forward in an effort to get away from it, throwing
herself forcefully into the hard body in front of her.

Inuyasha's
arms clamped around her, pulling her against himself, and he took a
step back to correct his balance.

Even
his mighty hanyou reflexes couldn't compensate for so much thrown at
him at fucking once, though. The violence of her movements, combined
with the fact that his foot landed in the slippery puddle that had
raced unchecked across the floor, like a greyhound released from the
gates, since being liberated from the shampoo bottle, turned
everything into a goddamn slapstick comedy. He skidded backward for
less than a heart beat with just enough time to tighten his arms
around her and close his eyes before gravity seized firm control of
the situation.

Really,
though, Inuyasha couldn't have planned it any better himself.

While
the bed, the couch, or various other furnishings would have suited
him just fine, he found that the floor of the bathroom was just as
good of an alternative. His roommate was crushed against him, her
face buried in his neck, her small hands clutching at his shoulders.

And
her breath fanned hotly against his jaw as she murmured, "Is it
over?"

The
chuckle slipped through his lips, like a wily fox, before he was even
aware that it had formed in his throat.

Inuyasha
felt her tense slightly before her hands pressed into his chest,
giving herself leverage to push herself upright, and he reluctantly
loosened his hold on her. An annoyed frown touched the corners of
his mouth as she sat up. Her towel, part of some sort of divine
miracle that had refrained from embracing either of them in its
benevolence, was still tucked tightly around her.

Go
fucking figure.

It
was okay, though, because the beauty of the whole situation was that,
when she sat up, her legs really had no place to go except to either
side of his hips. And the towel...well, the towel was really only
there to give her a false sense of modesty -they both knew it. It
slipped up her thighs, licentiously exposing creamy skin, skipping
gleefully past suggestive and straight to erotic.

He
could tell the exact instant she became aware of their compromising
position. A dark blush burnt its way into her cheeks, flushed down
her neck. She looked everywhere but him -her hands, the floor...the
door, still wide open, quietly beckoning her with its sweet promise
of escape.

Inuyasha
felt her legs tense, felt her weight shift ever so slightly as her
eyes flashed quick mental calculations. How fast could she untangle
herself from him? How much had the, not one, but two
falls affected his reflexes? If a
equaled the distance from her current position to the door, and b
equaled the rate at which she could get herself into motion, then a
divided by b should
equal c -the time it
would take her to get out of the bathroom.

Except
Inuyasha rather liked being that pesky x,
that unknown variable in the equation that gave mathematicians
everywhere that straitjacket feeling with the controlled chaos it
could cause.

He
sat up quickly, catching her as she tumbled backwards. Her eyes
widened, leaving the door to stare at him, her hands clutching at his
shoulders, and her lips, slightly swollen from the fervent attention
he had been paying them, parted in a small "oh" of
surprise.

It
took a little maneuvering, and just a touch of luck, but Inuyasha
managed to get his feet underneath himself as gracefully as possible
without letting her go. In another one of those heady moments of
seemingly uncharacteristic boldness, she wrapped her legs tightly
around his waist, sealed her mouth tightly over his as though he was
a rebreather and she was desperate for air.

"Water,"
she murmured against his lips.

He
suppressed the irritation at having to take any time to do anything
that didn't immediately take him closer to his goal. But the water
was still gushing into the sink, so he leaned over and twisted the
knob, so violently that it almost broke off in his hand.

Because
her lips had travelled away from his, like a race car swerving off
course, and were gently moving along his jaw, touching every inch of
the skin on his neck that they could reach before he recaptured them.
At least the shampoo didn't cause him as many problems this time
around, though he did slip through it on his way to the door. Her
giggle danced into his mouth and he forced it back with a
reprimanding growl.

He
pushed his way into her room because it was the closest. Hoping
there wasn't anything on the floor to send him sprawling across it
once again, he made his way carefully to the unmade bed like a blind
man without his cane.

The
sheet, dripping from the edge and onto the floor, coiled like a snake
ready to strike, tangled around his feet as he shuffled forward. His
curses elicited a soft laugh from his roommate as he shook the
offensive material off, and he deposited her on the bed as soon as he
felt the piece of furniture hit his knees. She bounced a few times,
wet hair obscuring her face before she pushed the raven strands away
to glare up at him.

"You
didn't have to-"

He
swallowed whatever she was going to say as he bent down to press his
lips against hers again, as he pressed his body into hers, forcing
her back onto the bed. He ran a hand up the length of her thigh,
pushing the towel up around her hips, letting his fingers travel
upward, under the blue material, letting his claws scratch gently
over the soft skin of her belly. His left ear flicked forward to
catch the soft sigh that breathed past her lips as his hand continued
on its upward trajectory, as it ran between her breasts.

The
towel -finally- fell
apart and she lifted her hips slightly, tugging it quickly from
underneath her before tossing it over the side of the bed. Her arms
went around him, her legs opened in a silent invitation that he was
damned if he would refuse. He took his time licking and biting at
her lower lip, loving the sounds that came from her, only pulling
back when she squirmed underneath him.

"Your
pants," she muttered, pushing his hips away from her.

Inuyasha
looked down. Finding nothing amiss, he frowned back up at her.
"What's wrong with my pants?" he asked.

"Well,
first of all, they're wet and freakin' cold."
She smiled up at him. Her clever little fingers tickled over the
soft skin of his lower abdomen making him suck in a sharp breath.
"And secondly...they're still on."

He
smirked down at her. "That's your problem."

Kagome's
fingers, seemingly with minds of their own, reached eagerly for the
button of his jeans. She struggled with it for a minute, her eyes
narrowing as it became clear this wasn't a one hand job. The wet
material around the button had constricted around it, like a child's
fist unwilling to let go of a favorite toy. She bit her lip, trying
to ignore what he was doing to her -the way his teeth nipped at her
neck before he ran the tip of his tongue over the lightly ravished
flesh, the way his lips were brushing over her collarbone, working
their way ever lower- trying to focus on getting his damn pants off.

"Crap,"
she muttered.

His
laughter brushed over the tops of her breasts.

The
zipper was much easier.

He
shimmied out of his jeans, his mouth never leaving her skin. When he
finally settled against her again, his lips closed over her nipple.

And
his hips pushed against hers, lightly, just enough that she could
feel his hardened length sliding between her wet folds. Kagome
gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"Do
it," she whispered, huskily.

He
glanced up at her and she thought she saw uncertainty in his eyes.
"We don't-"

She
dug her nails into his skin, relieving the pressure when he winced
slightly. "Do it," she repeated. "Quickly."

She
figured it was kind of like a Band-Aid -it was better to just get it
over with than prolong the ordeal by doing it slowly.

The
pain was like a clever thief, stealing the air from her lungs,
robbing her of the pleasure she had been experiencing, and she
squeezed her eyes shut. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would
be, but it sure as hell wasn't bells and fireworks either.

"Inuyasha."

He
froze, every muscle in his body suddenly immobile. Because, while
the sound of his name passing from her lips made him nearly crazy
with desire, the slight tremor between the syllables concerned him.

Her
fingers dug into his hips and a tear sparkled its way down her
temple. That single drop of moisture was almost enough to make him
pull out, pull away. Fuck, he didn't want to hurt
her.

"Just...a
minute," she murmured. Her eyes opened and she looked up at
him, a wry smile touching her lips and confusing the hell out of him.
What the fuck was funny about this? "I think it's because your
so...big."

He
blinked owlishly down at her.

And
then his chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrated against her
breasts. He leaned down to nuzzle his mouth against her neck.

The
movement pressed a small, unwilling gasp from her because it shifted
him, every so slightly, against her, within her. And, instead of
pain, there was a sort of molten spark that shot straight down to her
toes before it disappeared. Kagome pushed her hips up
experimentally, hoping to get the same result. Inuyasha had gone
still on top of her again, patiently waiting. But she felt his
breath come out as a sharp puff against her neck when she pushed her
hips up and pulled his down with her hands.

He
let her set their beginning rhythm, as patient as a teacher with a
new student. Kagome closed her eyes, feeling the way he slid in and
out of her. Every once in awhile, he would thrust in, quickly,
unexpectedly, pushing loud moans from the back of her throat.

Because
it was...it was...she didn't even think she had the words to explain
it. It was recherché -No, it was more than that. It made her
fingers dig into the flesh of his back, made her legs fall wider
apart in an attempt to allow him deeper. It made a thin sheet of
sweat break out over both of them, allowing their bodies to glide
frictionlessly against each other.

And
his lips continued to work over her skin, creating small bursts of
pleasure everywhere they touched; small bursts that flowed like thin
streams of lava to conjoin where he was thrusting, faster, harder,
into her.

And
with every stroke, the feeling intensified, grew until she was
arching into him, her fingers biting deeply into his skin, and she
cried out -his name, an inarticulate sound, she wasn't sure.

Inuyasha's
orgasm blindsided him, sweeping all the air from his lungs, making
him squeeze his eyes tightly together with the force of it. Every
muscle in his body tensed and he felt himself throbbing once, twice,
three times in the wet heat that had tightly constricted around him.

He
couldn't hold himself up any longer because his arms felt like they
had been sapped of all their strength. He settled himself gently on
top of her, not wanting to crush her, and buried his head in the
crook of her neck.

"Fuck."

A
breathy laugh skimmed over the top of his shoulder. She was holding
him to herself and her fingers were drawing lazy patterns over his
back. He lifted his head slightly, brushing his lips over hers.
When he pulled his head back, she smiled serenely up at him, and
Inuyasha felt something catch in his chest.

With
a sigh -because he was more than happy to fall asleep where he was,
buried inside her- he pulled away and settled next to her. He
immediately gathered her in his arms, slid a leg over and through
hers.

"You
okay?" he asked. His breath ruffled the hair around her ear.

Kagome
nodded, her cheek brushing back and forth over the velvety skin of
his chest. She could feel a few places where he had scratched her,
she was sure to have bruises along the insides of her thighs within
the hour, and would probably feel like she was bowlegged the next
day.

But
it had been worth it.

Well
worth it.

She
snuggled a little closer to him, reached up to snake her hand around
his neck, letting her fingers languidly flirt with the ends of his
hair.

"I
can't believe it took you three months to make a move."

Inuyasha's
eyes popped open and he jerked his chin down, angled his neck
uncomfortably to look at her. Her lips, rose petal red from his less
than gentle ministrations, were curved up in a small grin.

His
chuckle was little more than breath passing from his lips. He pulled
Kagome closer, liking the way she felt nestled against him.

"Yeah...me
either."

~End~

A/N:
Good gods, this took longer for me to get out than I wanted it to. I
wanted a certain feel for this chapter, didn't want to divert from
the previous chapters' tones and fall into my normal habit of just
mechanically walking through a sex scene (which translates as "I'm
totally nervous about this one."). I hope I was successful o_O
(Although, I feel like I got just a wee bit flowery in this
chapter...)

So, this is it, the end. I
hope everyone enjoyed my little...whatever it was. I just want to say
I was a little overwhelmed (in a good way!) by some of things said
about this story. Thank you all so much for your reviews and
encouraging words!

Audralla: I think I
just missed you last time around -I think I updated before I got your
review. I always love 'wow's in reviews!

Manda: Sorry for
keeping you waiting! I just got really stuck on this chapter (nerves,
I think o_O). I'm glad you've enjoyed the story so far. (Thanks for
both of your reviews on that last chapter, btw >_<). Yeah, Kags
got weird, but I was trying to keep her at least a little in
character >_<

Lynn: Thank you!
Unfortunately, my definition of 'soon' sometimes is a little
lengthier than others >_<

MissieMae: I was hoping
people would like the way I included the last part of the chapters
into the beginning of the next! For once, I actually planned it that
way instead of having it just sort of happen >_< (I actually
went back into Chapter 2 and added some at the end so it would work
out better...)

Ashley: Mad giggles are
awesome! Thanks so much for the compliments!

Lord Roushijin: All I
can say really is wow! thank you! and I'm glad you like it so much!

LadyCash: *salutes*
Yes, ma'am! >_< The beginning of that review was just a wee bit
scary (although I did laugh when I read it). I'm so jealous of those
writers out there who can build that tension to the point where I
feel like I'm going to snap. I would love to be able to do that, but
it's kind of hard to do in just three chapters. I dunno about
volcanic, I'm not sure I'm up to that level of smut, yet -but I
tried.

SwordOfTheFang: They
forget his ears?! How could they? They're just about the best
part! I'm glad you liked the way I wrote about them -I love them,
too.

rowdygirl: Thank you! I
was just going for "amusing" -"damned hilarious"
is so much better!

ShouraiChan: Thanks! I
tried to update as soon as I could, but damn it all, these two were
so uncooperative about jumping into bed together (what's with that?)!

Ygfi: Well...it's not
really supposed to be jumpy, but this is pretty much raw. It was
intended as a writing exercise, so I wasn't really thinking too hard
about it -kind of a freewriting/freethought thing- and it's unedited
(aside from cleaning up grammatical mistakes). I am glad that you
enjoyed it, though.

WTW: I'm glad you liked
all the detail -I was afraid I was going a bit overboard o_O And I'm
glad you liked Kag's reaction -what fun would it be if she had just
fallen willingly into bed with him right away? Not to mention, that
would have just been the end o_O And a huge thank you for the no
rush. I'm always glad people are eager for me to update -and I'm
always eager to do so- but sometimes it makes me feel like a deer in
headlights -all startled and nervous that I'm going to update and
it's just going to be complete crap because I rushed it.

angel: I, personally,
love Inuyasha AU stories, too. Sorry it took so long to update -I was
having some problems getting these two together without it being
totally lame.
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