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The S-android	By : Karaumea Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 10141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I neither own Inuyasha or the other characters from the anime/manga, nor do I make any money by writing this story. However, the S-android belongs to me.

Chapter List
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"Talking"
Thinking
Chapter 4: Frustration

Breathe in... breathe out... Her heartbeat rang in her ears as another bead of sweat slid down her neck only to disappear between the swell of her breasts. She could feel her muscles complain at the strain she had been putting herself in for the last hour. With an angry cry, she jumped over the large log that blocked her path. Neither the serenity of the forest, nor the feeling of refreshment she felt whenever she jogged eased her mind tonight. She was confused... and agitated.
She hadn't known what to do after she had thrown herself out of Sango's room. She hadn't had the courage to go back to her own room knowing that he would be there. So she had opted to exercise, wishing that wearing herself down would get the image of him touching her so intimately out of her mind. She had been mortified when she had realized that she had been fantasizing about him so openly. What was wrong with her? How was it possible that she could imagine him doing things to her she had never experienced before, yet feel as if he was really there, touching her?
Breathe in... breathe out... She increased her pace in frustration when another image of his heated gaze on her lips as his claws traced an unseen path on the skin of her thigh flashed before her eyes. This wasn't working. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him... or the way he looked that day when he got out of the shower. His soaked hair plastered to his back and shoulders, his lean figure radiating power like a god from ancient drawings, the muscles under his smooth skin contracting as tiny droplets of water trailed down his chest and abdomen towards his... Gritting her teeth, she scrunched her eyes shut as she sped up even more.
She could hear the sound of dry leaves and pine needles crunch under her feet with every harsh step she took. It wasn't just that she was afraid of having... sex. She had grown up in a society where such affairs out of marriage were frowned upon. Surely, she wasn't naïve enough to think that it meant that rule worked behind closed doors. Sango was a proof of it, and it wasn't only the S-androids she owned. Her young mistress had even slept with her ex-fiancé. But that was different. Sango was her mistress, whereas Kagome was too insignificant to defy the rules of society. Even her grandfather had taught her about the importance of morals and integrity when he had been alive. He had been a holy man and a man of honor. But he had left her, just like the rest of her family whom she couldn't even remember. Then, in a way, Sango had left her as well. She was too afraid to be abandoned again.
She was aware that she was already attached to Yash more than necessary. But that was okay as long as it didn't go further than she could handle. Having sex with him would be crossing the line she had drawn herself though. She knew if she shared that intimacy with him, there would be no going back. It would mean that she trusted him enough to give him access to her body as well as her soul. That was what frightened her the most. But, didn't the fact that she was thinking about him that way, that she was craving his touch like she did only mean that she already trusted him with her whole being?
She shook her head, causing her long ponytail swish from side to side and slap her cheek once as if trying to beat some sense into her huddled mind. Would it be wrong to trust him? After all, what was there not to trust? He wasn't a human being, so it wasn't likely that he would die and leave her alone. He was just a S-android, a fact she had difficulty remembering from the beginning-a S-android that belonged to her. He wasn't going anywhere unless she wanted him to, and he sure wasn't going to play with her emotions because... he was hers for as long as she had him. But...
She slowed down before coming to a full stop. Apparently, nothing she would do tonight would ease her mind. Perhaps she would feel better if she just slept on it. A soft touch of her forefinger on the control panel to her right effectively brought her back from the illusion of forest to the dimly lit workout room of which she was currently the only occupant. Sighing tiredly, she took a sweep from her small water bottle, and made her way towards her room, wishing that when she got there he would be in sleeping mode for the sake of her sanity.

~*~
Breathe in... breathe out... It had been his mantra since he had thrown himself into the small room. It was proving to be impossibly difficult to cool himself down and forget about the lingering memory of her scent in his nostrils-especially in this room. The air in the small room oozed of her scent... and his. With each deep breath he took, he was overwhelmed by the intensity of their combined scents, reminding him of how she would smell if he had...
With a loud growl he started breathing through his mouth instead of his nose. Never in his life had he regretted having such heightened senses... until today. He had to calm down... immediately. He wasn't sure he could control his actions otherwise. Damn! Why does she have to be so... so... Cute? Beautiful? Enticing? Alluring? Or... innocent?
What was it about her that made him want her so much? No, he didn't just want her. He was craving her. Somehow, this innocent little creature, this clumsy wench, was bringing out his baser instincts like no other woman had done before. So much so that he was having trouble keeping the monster in him from surfacing. That wasn't a good thing. He couldn't let that happen. He had two choices it seemed: either he was going to fuck her soon to quench this unreasonable lust, or he was going to leave without looking back.
The sound of the door sliding and a soft gasp made him turn back. The first thing he noticed was that she looked breathtaking with her eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights, her luscious figure standing in the doorway, shimmering with sweat, the black shorts and halter top she was wearing mercilessly clinging to her curves as if mocking him. Then he noticed a sharp change in the air brought by the intensity of her scent pouring out of her skin in strong waves. Shit! It hadn't been a good decision to breathe. He should have just let himself suffocate.
The moment their eyes locked, that surprised look he wanted to wipe from her face with his mouth morphed into something softer... something heated. She stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. As if in a trance, he took a step towards her-or maybe he glided, he wasn't sure. The pull she had on him was so strong, he couldn't have stopped himself even if he wanted to. One more small step, and he was just a breath away from her. He vaguely registered the movement of his hand as it brushed away an especially long lock of her wet bangs sticking to her forehead. Though he was more than aware of her breath hitching in her throat at the contact of his warm fingers with her damp skin, as well as the slight inclination of her head towards his hand as he trailed his fingers down the side of her face to cup her cheek. He saw her close her eyes, causing the tips of her dark eyelashes caress his thumb ever so softly before he whispered, "You look beautiful when you're all sweaty."
He inwardly cursed as his voice brought her back from that dreamy state, and she recoiled from his touch, her eyes going wide for a second as if she had just realized where she was before she managed to compose herself. "It's b-because I have b-been exercising."
He looked back at her over his shoulder as she sidestepped him, walked towards the table, and put the small water bottle in her hand down before murmuring, "And because it's warmer than necessary in here."
His ears twitched atop his head, catching the words clearly even though they weren't probably meant for him to hear. He smirked, his predator instincts kicking in. If she was going to run away from him, he sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for her. A dangerously wild glint in his eyes, he stalked towards her silently until his chest was almost touching her back and whispered, his breath fanning the stray tendrils of hair above her ear, "It is rather warm here, isn't it?"
He suppressed a snicker when she jumped at the unexpected sound and whirled to face him. She visibly shivered before she took a step back and away from him. He tore his gaze from her doe-like one and bent his head down. "I don't think high temperatures are good for my wires," he muttered as he got a hold of the zipper on the neckline of his black overalls and started slowly pulling it down. He glanced at her from behind the curtain of his bangs when he heard her sharp intake of air only to see that she was clutching the front of her shirt with a trembling hand as if she wanted to mimic his action, her eyes traveling down his chest as his hand revealed more of his smooth skin on its way down to his waist. He raised his head with a satisfied smirk playing on his full lips and shrugged his shoulders, letting the garment slide down his skin and pool around his waist, the curve of his hips the only barricade keeping his pants in place.
He held back a groan as he was slapped in the face by the spike in her scent. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away from the smooth planes of his chest. Her gaze slowly slid down to his abdomen, and his groin tightened painfully at the hunger shining in her normally innocent eyes. As her eyes traveled lower, an implacable need to feel her soothing touch on his scorched skin broke out in him, goading him to get even closer to her... and he did. Slowly, almost involuntarily, she took a step back, her eyes still glued to his abdomen. He took another step forward and she stepped back again only to find her back plastered to the door of the bathroom.
Now that she didn't have anywhere to run away without making it obvious, he stepped forward slowly, deliberately, careful not to frighten her and cause her to realize that she was cornered. Still in a trance, she slowly raised her hand to hover above his chest, almost touching the sleek skin. His heart thundered in his chest, and he couldn't stop a soft approving growl from rumbling in his throat at the promise of the slightest touch from those creamy, delicate fingers. Hearing the sound of his growl, her hand stopped its progress, and her eyes rose to meet his. Almost instantly, his gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, her breaths coming in and out from between those two rose petals in rapid succession, the swell of her chest rising and falling just as fast, the intensity of her flavor dangerously turning his head. He vaguely felt himself leaning down, his lips thirsty for the moisture still glistening on hers.
For a moment, she raised her head to meet him half-way only to jerk it back as if she had been slapped. Before he could register what was happening, her hand that had been hovering above his chest darted to her side and pushed on the small button on the wall. With a hurried ‘I need to take a shower,' she disappeared behind the bathroom door.
He cursed violently under his breath and had to restrain himself from tearing down the offending door. Dammit! He had been so close! A few deep calming breaths later, he leaned his forehead to the cool surface of the closed door as he muttered, "I swear I'm fucking cursed."

~*~
She panted heavily as she let her back rest against the door. Her right hand rose to her chest to press upon the swell of her breast, desperately trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart. She gulped before she approached the shower on her shaky legs. She absentmindedly took off her shoes and socks and turned the shower on. She stood motionless for a few moments, letting the water drench her skin, her hands braced on the wall supporting her trembling body. Only when she tried to soap her chest did she realize that she was still clothed. Gods, what was wrong with her? Quickly taking off her clothes, she left the already wet garments on the floor by her feet and proceeded to wash herself, all the while thinking about what had just happened back in the room.
She had thought... No, she hadn't been capable of thinking at that moment. She had felt as if her heart would burst out of its cage. She could still feel his scorching gaze on her body, igniting an unseen fire that burned her from inside. Those normally golden eyes had taken the color of flames from hell, leaving a sinful trail on her lips, her neck, her bosom, her belly... Everywhere his gaze had touched had melted under its heat, only to pool in her belly and drip down to the one spot between her legs in the form of molten lava.
So lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize her hands mimicking the memory of his gaze on her skin by touching her burning lips, moving down her neck and softly trailing over her breasts. She hissed in pleasure as her finger tips brushed the pink skin of her erect nipples. As one of her hands lingered where it was, lightly drawing a small circle around the taut peak, the other glided down her belly only to lose its tips in the darkness between her thighs. She whimpered when her finger came in touch with the most sensitive part of her body-a part aching with need-and turned the ache into pleasure, causing her to wonder just how it would feel if it wasn't her finger that touched her there.

~*~
He sighed in relief when the girl's heartbeat slowed down, meaning that she was finally asleep after what seemed to the hanyou like hours. Faking to be in sleeping mode, he hadn't moved a muscle since she had emerged from the bathroom. Even his cursed ear heeded his will for once and stayed motionless. After what he had witnessed-or rather heard-while she had been behind that damn door, he hadn't had the courage to look at her. He had been afraid-yes, afraid-of completely losing his control over the strong urge to just take her if he had had a glimpse of her luscious curves. So, he had opted to keep his eyes closed and breathe through his mouth while he listened to her movements. Now that she was asleep, he felt his muscles relax to some extent. Her little whimpers and moans she had apparently tried to suppress as much as she could still rang in his ears though. He knew what she had been doing in there. He had known it the moment he had heard the first whimper that had escaped her mouth, bringing him to his knees where he had been leaning against the door. The only good part was that he was now sure she was as frustrated as he was. He smirked at that revelation. Little Miss Temptation was not immune to his charms, was she?
Without his consent, his mind wandered to what had happened behind that closed door, away from his eyes, creating images of her small hands caressing her splendid mounds and tracing down the silky planes of her abdomen only to get lost in the dark temple he would do anything to worship in, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her lips parted silently begging for more, her eyes closed tightly. What had she seen behind those closed eyelids? Had it been his clawed hands that she had dreamed of while she had mercilessly played with her nub? Fuck! He growled low in his throat as he felt his newly relaxed groins tighten again. That was the last thing he needed, dammit!
He held his breath, hearing her shift under the covers. Once she was settled, he released the air in his lungs only to breathe in again... through his nose. God damn it! What was wrong with her?! Why was she torturing him like this?! What the hell was she dreaming about that made her scent spike with that irresistibly alluring aroma?! And most importantly, how was it that one insignificant wench's arousal was capable of affecting him so much?! I'm definitely, undeniably cursed!
He bit his bottom lip, causing his fangs to fracture his skin and silently banged the back of his head to the wall. This was going to be a long night.

~*~
She was so tired of waiting like this. Not only that, she was also tired of this mission. And even more than that, she was tired of her bastard of a commander. Honestly, couldn't she be sent here with someone else? Anyone else, but him? She never liked wolf demons. The bootlicker bastards they were, they never ceased to irritate her. However, this one was perhaps the worst of them. She wasn't sure for how long she could continue to take his shit. That bastard and his clan were treacherous, betraying their own kind like they did. Playing the watchdog for Kikyo like that... Orders were orders though, and she had no choice but to obey them. And that included stomaching that bastard. Speaking of which... She kept herself from shuddering as the said bastard appeared in the control room unannounced. Judging by the stupid grin on his face, he must have received some news he apparently liked. Why was it that she already knew she wouldn't like whatever it was?
Making his way to where she was sitting, the wolf demon sent her a fang bearing grin, his blue eyes shining with mirth. Trailing her hands in her long black tresses, she asked, her voice concealing her irritation with an expertise that came with years of practice, "What's up, Kouga? You look like you just won a trophy."
Kouga stopped before her, his grin widening even more if it was possible. "I just talked to those bastards. Two days, Rin. If they can't find him tomorrow, we're landing."
"Do you think we'll be able to find him? I mean, they have been searching everywhere for days. And if they couldn't find anything yet..."
Cutting her off, Kouga continued heatedly, his chest puffing out with his over-confidence. "Nonsense! I know his scent like my own. I'll sniff him out myself if I have to. Besides, The White Lady can sense the whereabouts of the jewel, you know. She already knows which part of the planet it is in. So we won't have to search for a long time."
Rin rolled her eyes at the wolf demon she would like to think as pathetic. He really was a lapdog, wasn't he? Flattering Kikyo with stupid nicknames even when she wasn't around. "White Lady? She has a name, you know?"
Not caring about how she felt about his chosen nickname for his precious mistress that had given him and his clan a high position in the society-a position they had never been privileged to when the dog clan had been ruling-he turned back from her with a smirk on his lips and made his way to the door, his joy visible in his strides.
Rin sighed as she watched the wolf demon leave. She knew that Kouga smiling meant bad news. Now, because of what Kouga said, she had to risk contacting him.

~*~
Kagome walked down the hall that led to Sango's room with hurried steps. She had noticed the unusual traffic in the building as soon as she got out of her room, but her mind was too busy to ponder about it. After the incidents of last night and especially the dreams she had suffered from throughout the night, she had been too ashamed to talk to Yash in the morning. Luckily, he had still been in sleeping mode when she had woken up. Quickly getting dressed, she had practically thrown herself out of the room. After trying to feed her stomach in the kitchen despite her lack of appetite, she had given up and decided to check on Sango to see if she was awake.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of his chiseled chest and the hungry expression on his beautiful face out of her mind. Perhaps, Sango could provide her the distraction she needed.
Upon arriving at the door, the first thing she noticed was that it was open. Now, that's unusual. To be honest, she had hoped, but not expected, her mistress to be awake this early in the morning. She peeked into the room without entering and gasped at the sight that met her eyes. Sango was awake, alright. Wearing a burgundy colored robe over her white nightgown, she was arguing with what seemed to be a soldier. There were at least three more soldiers searching the room with their guns in their hands. What was going on here? Why would they search Sango's room-the daughter of a powerful and respected senator? Come to think of it, why were there so many soldiers in the building today?
Seeing her gaping at the door, Sango broke her argument with the soldier abruptly and hurried to her side. Before the surprised maid could ask anything, the older woman grasped her upper arm in a tight grip and led her out to the hall before whispering, her voice laden with urgency, "Thank God, Kagome, you're here! Quick! You must go back to your room!"
Feeling Sango's panic spread in her own chest, she questioned, "Why? What's going on?"
Leaning towards her ear, Sango whispered, "They're searching for that fugitive we talked about last night."
She gasped hearing that. Why would anyone search for a fugitive in a senator's house? "The fugitive? Here? But Sango, your father's a senator! They can't possibly think..."
"Exactly. That's why this is one of the last places they're searching. Apparently, they couldn't find the guy anywhere yet. We'll talk later. You must hurry back!"
Kagome wasn't sure she was following Sango. What did she have to do with it if they were looking for a fugitive? "Why? I don't understand..."
Apparently tired with her naivety, Sango snapped, "Use your brain, stupid! They're looking for that bastard, but it doesn't mean that they will overlook something illegal if they see one."
Kagome's eyes widened in realization the moment she registered the word ‘illegal,' and one word fell from her lips in a choked whisper, "Yash."
"Yeah, Yash. Now go and hide that gorgeous ass of his wherever you can!"
"But..." Before she could continue, Sango turned and went back to her room to resume her argument with that soldier who had disappeared into her sleeping quarters during her absence. Not wanting to waste another precious second, the panicked girl ran down the hall in hopes of reaching her room before anyone discovered her little secret. All the while, her mind swirled with possible places to hide her beloved S-android. Her room was small, and there was no place large enough to hide him. Gods, what am I going to do?! Before she knew it, she was in the hall on the lowest floor of the building where her room was located. To her horror, a group of soldiers were entering the room next to hers.

~*~
With one last push of his hips towards his hand, he felt his member pulse as his seed was washed away with the water falling down from the shower head. He leaned his forehead to the wall, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He hadn't done this for several years. He hadn't needed to for he had always found some good-looking member of the opposite sex more than willing to pleasure him, and he sure as hell didn't like it in the least bit that he needed to do it now. Although he was disgusted that he was miserable enough to lower himself like this, he would admit that it felt good to have his groins finally relax from the tension of the last few days. Gods! Look at what one little wench did to me. He snorted bitterly as he turned the shower off and made his way to the tub that was now filled with warm water.
After she had left this morning, he had thrown himself to the bathroom having no patience left to prolong his suffering. He knew she wouldn't be back for long hours, so he decided to make use of this time and let the warm water wash away his frustration at least for now. Making himself comfortable in the large tub, he leaned his head back on the marble lid and closed his eyes. Resting his elbows on the sides of the tub, he let his hands play with the thick layer of suds covering the surface of the water. His moment of peace lived short however when he heard someone enter the room. His head jerked back up and he listened intently to the shuffling sounds coming from the room. Whoever that was, he or she was definitely out of breath if the sound of panting meant anything.
"Yash?" Hearing his name whispered, he set up straight in the tub. Kagome? What was she doing there at this time of day? Before he could get out of the tub he heard the bathroom door open to reveal a disheveled looking Miss Temptation. Her hands trembling, she stepped inside and whispered, "Thank God, you're here. For a second I thought they caught you."
Alarmed by her words as well as the fact that she didn't freak out seeing him naked in the tub, he questioned, "Caught me? Who're they? What's going on?"
She began frantically checking every available space in the bathroom, looking for God knew what as she answered in a hushed tone, "The soldiers! They are searching the building for a thief on the loose. They are everywhere! They'll be here in a minute, and oh God, they shouldn't see you! They'll take you away if they do!"
Understanding dawned on him even before she was finished. Shit! They're looking for me! He moved to get out of the tub, but stopped short when he heard the sound of the bedroom door open and the following heavy footsteps. From what he could hear, there were at least three people in the room. He could easily take them out if he wanted to, but then what? She said the building was full of soldiers. He tried to think of a way to save his ass, but the noises she was making while she searched for somewhere to hide him as well as the acute scent of fear wafting from her pores wouldn't let him. Hoping it would at least stop the annoying voices she made, he whispered, "They're here."
She gasped and rushed to the door, plastering her ear to its smooth surface to confirm his statement. She must have heard it for she whirled to look at him, a look of sheer terror on her face. That moment lived short though for the next instant she was taking off her clothes and telling him not to look.
Even though her actions confused him to no end, he had enough grace to turn his head away quickly. What the hell?! After all he went through in the last days, now she was getting naked? He opened his mouth to voice his confusion, but his question was forgotten with her next words. "Captain Houjo is in the room. He's a gentleman and he won't dare enter the room if he knows I'm bathing." He felt her getting into the tub behind him as she continued, "I want you to stay under water until I let you out, okay? Can you do that?"
Clever wench! She was going to hide him in the tub! Since she was going to be in there too, no one would dare look any closer! He couldn't stop the smirk that formed on his lips at her next statement. "Whatever you do, do not peep!" It really was hard to keep himself from chuckling at that. She was going to lay there with him-naked-and practically in his arms-naked-and she was concerned about him peeping? His amusement died to be replaced by a warm sensation when he felt her settle behind him, her legs on both of his sides. Holding his hair with one hand, she urged him to lean against her with the other by gently pulling on his shoulder. He had to stop himself from growling in pleasure when he felt the softness of her breasts on his back as well as the hardness of her erect nipples. Wait a minute... Erect? Why are they erect?
"Slide down under the water,Yash."
Her voice was so soft, like a feathery caress in his ears, that he found it hard not to do anything she would ask ... Wait.. His ears! He stopped right before his head was above water. "Just one thing..."
"What?"
"Be careful with the ears."
He heard her small chuckle before she replied, "Okay."
He let himself submerge the moment he heard the footsteps at the bathroom door. As the door opened, he felt her cover his ears, which were currently above water, with suds. He supposed it was a good thing that they were white.
"Oh, miss Kagome! I'm so sorry to disturb you," said a guy who sounded to be in his twenties, or early thirties at most. He couldn't care less about the soldier though for his mind was elsewhere at the moment-namely the softness of her body under his and the smoothness of her calves in his hands. He heard her ask, "Wh-why are y-you here, C-captain?" He couldn't decide if her stuttering was because of their predicament, or because of the slow caresses of his claws on her calves for he could swear she nearly jerked her leg up when he first started drawing little circles on her skin.
Her question was followed by a brief silence during which she slid down even more while a small but distinct tremor shook her body. What the...?! She was trying to better hide herself, wasn't she? That bastard's checking her out! Why I oughtta...
Before he made a possible mistake and lounged himself on that prick, he heard him mutter, "Well, I see what we are searching for is not here. Please, accept my apologies." Lucky for the bastard, he left the bathroom immediately. When the hanyou heard the door close after the ‘Captain,' he emerged from the water, turning his body to face her in the process. His angry comment concerning dicks and backsides of assholes some naïve wenches called ‘gentlemen' died on his lips the moment he laid his eyes on her face. She looked absolutely stunning with her eyes blinking at him rapidly as if trying to adjust to his proximity, causing her long eyelashes to flutter gently over her flushed cheekbones, her chest heaving in a series of quick but short breaths, in each turn causing her mounds to rise above water just enough to make his heart skip a beat. Not to mention that he was now lying in her arms and between her legs. Somehow he was sure she didn't notice it, but his rapidly hardening erection was poking her thigh and slowly but determinedly making its way towards her entrance as if it was pulled by a magnet.
He knew nothing good would come out of it if he let the moment prolong. She would notice his reaction to her, and she would freak out any time now. In order to save himself the embarrassment, he decided if it was going to end, he would be the one to end it. So he inhaled deeply, and opened his mouth... "Why do you think it is that you end up in my arms in this tub? You should tell me if you have a bathroom fantasy. After all, that's what I'm here for."
To his surprise, instead of freaking out, she laughed at his words-a melodic sound that hypnotized him as much as her succulent lips did, drawing him in, beckoning him to kiss her. He found his face leaning towards her only to stop at the last moment, remembering his promise not to touch her unless she asked him to.
He couldn't draw back though, her pull on him was too strong for him to resist. So he stayed where he was as if frozen in time, his gaze locked with hers, his lips almost touching her parted ones, their breaths mixing together in the small space that separated them. His breath hitched in his throat when she closed the distance, letting her soft lips become one with his, her heart beating wildly under his chest, its loud thumps rivaling those of his own.
Gods, she tastes so sweet. He didn't understand how... Nothing was supposed to taste this good. Her lips were so soft against his, so plump... Their hesitant caresses on his sensitive skin were driving him crazy. As his one arm snaked around her waist to keep her warmth closer to him, his other arm rose to her neck, his fingers tangling in her silken hair and gently tugging so that he could deepen the kiss. He sucked on her lower lip greedily, and was delighted to feel her respond in the same manner, with equal hunger as she chewed on his upper lift. His ears perked up and his groin twitched when he heard her moan softly-that little sound from heavens he had been privileged to hear last night. Taking his chance, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, caressing her own pink organ, goading and daring it to a sinful dance. He whimpered when she took the initiative and sucked on his tongue like a baby, her arms linked behind his neck, her legs rising to his hips, needlessly keeping him in a cage he would never want to escape in the first place.
He broke the kiss reluctantly when it became necessary for the both of them to breathe. However, for some reason, he couldn't keep his lips away from her skin. It could be her enticing scent or the delicious taste of her skin-he wasn't sure, and honestly, he didn't care. All he wanted to do was taste her as much as he could now that she was in his arms. So taste her he did. As his lips indulged in the sleekness of her neck, he let his hand that had been holding onto her hair slide down her side, causing her to shiver despite the warmth of the water, and traced his claws on her thigh, making her arch her back and grip his hips tighter. Their moans echoed from the bathroom walls as her movement caused his member to slide on her soft folds.
His ears twitched hearing a pair of footsteps in the bedroom. The next instant he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and he found himself under the water once more. The only difference was that now his face was plastered to her abdomen. He strained his ears, trying to understand what was being said, but could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation for the water was contorting the sounds.
"Sorry... again... let me know... see anyone or... suspicious?"
That was the jerk of a captain again. The bastard probably couldn't get enough of her, could he? He felt Kagome nod her head in response rather than talk. And then his head was hauled out of the water. Before he could ask what that had been about, she hurried out of the tub and listened intently to the door to make sure the guy left. She didn't need to do that. He knew the bastard left already and hopefully for the last time. Obviously deciding that he left, she sighed in relief, and turning back, leaned on the door.
He was petrified. He couldn't tear his eyes from what had been in his arms moments ago. She must have realized this for with a little squeak, she rushed out of the bathroom. He watched the door close behind her with his mouth agape. What the hell?! Wasn't she the one making out with him in this tub-and stark naked if he must add-only a few seconds ago? Now she was realizing that she had been naked the whole time?!
Feeling the familiar frustration settle in its nest in his groins, he groaned miserably. "Gods, kill me already!" With that he let himself slide into the water, thinking that if he still had his luck, he would not surface again.

End of Chapter 4
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