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Gambling Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4899 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One game turned into three, but Kouga couldn’t find it in him to complain. The first game flew by, the two girls severely underestimating Inuyasha and Kagome. When they asked for the best out of three, Kouga settled in. Watching the miko stalk around the table was as enticing as he anticipated, but he found it was her concentration that had drawn him in.
The second game lasted longer as the girls realized they actually had to play. A small miss by Inuyasha led to a streak, and the score was tied.
The hanyou and miko were up in the third, but the pairs were well matched. Kouga was surprised at the two. He had known they had a long-standing date during college, but wasn’t actually aware how they had grown into the game. It became quite clear that the two were a good team.
Kagome leaned over the table, lining up for a shot, and Kouga bit back a groan. She was balanced on one foot, her other slightly riding up the table to offset the weight as she leaned over the table, and she was bent over at her waist to line up the cue. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to mold his body along every inch of her.
“Enjoying the view?” the hanyou muttered, low enough that only the ookami caught it.
Kouga’s eyes darted over to meet Inuyasha’s. “How you’ve known her for so long and haven’t done anything, I’ll never know.” He never could quite understand it. He could see the similarities between the two mikos in Inuyasha’s life, but that ended at face value. The two were nothing alike, and enough so that Kouga couldn’t mix the two up if he tried.
Inuyasha’s eyes flashed back to watch as Kagome sank her shot, offering her a smile as she lined up to finish the game. She pointed her cue across the table and bent again to line up. “Sometimes you don’t realize your mistakes until it’s too late.” He looked back at Kouga, his expression suddenly serious. “Don’t be an idiot.”
The eight ball sank, and the cue ball stayed on the felt. Kagome straightened up, a victorious smile on her face. The expression on the hanyou’s face was gone, instantly replaced by a wide grin as he grabbed Kagome into a hug. “Good game!”
She returned the hug with enthusiasm, her smile growing. “Next time?”
“Of course.” Inuyasha pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before releasing her and turning to his soon-to-be dance partner. “I believe you owe me a dance.”
Kagome put away her cue as Inuyasha and his date went to the dance floor. The other opponent gathered the balls and went to return them to the bar. She gently released the wood before turning to Kouga. He had been leaning against the wall the entire time, his gaze following her every move. Ignoring Miroku and Sango, she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him toward the dance floor.
Kouga raised an eyebrow at her, not moving an inch.
“Come on,” she urged. “You promised me a dance.”
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled her off balance and she fell against him. His free hand brushed into her hair, tilting her face up to look at his. “I did?” he rumbled.
She was never going to tire of that voice. “We have lost time to make up for,” she answered, her voice breathy from the feel of his body against hers.
“We’ll make up for something alright,” he growled, closing the distance between them.
His lips touched hers and she was lost. She settled her weight against him, releasing his wrist to slide her hands up his muscular chest. The hand on her face buried itself in her hair as his lips moved over hers, drawing her further and further in.
His mouth slowly moved from her lips, catching on her chin and gliding down her jaw. By the time his lips touched the outer shell of her ear, she thought she was going to explode. He filled her senses, drowning out every thought except for the feel of his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, his hard muscles supporting her weight.
Kouga inhaled a deep breath, savoring the spice her arousal threw in. “You are intoxicating,” he breathed, keeping his lips on her skin. “Your scent will cover my bed by morning.”
Heat flashed up Kagome’s body at his promise and she shuddered at the thought of being in his bed, his body moving over hers.
“But I did mention a dance,” he continued, low and guttural, “and I do keep my promises.” With that, he was pulling back, releasing her back onto her feet. He couldn’t keep the surge of male arrogance from his face when he saw her expression: half-lidded eyes, parted lips, and flushed cheeks; all while her arousal permeated her scent.
His words slowly made their way through the lust-induced fog surrounding the miko’s thoughts. Too late, she realized he was grabbing her arm and leading her back to the dance floor. They settled into each other, their rhythm syncing easily.
Kouga was even more demanding, not hesitating to palm her rear with his large hands to direct her hips’ movements against his. As soon as he was satisfied, his hands moved, one remaining at the small of her back while the other slowly traveled up to fist itself in her hair at the nape of her neck. Wanting more of her scent, of her moans, of her, his mouth caressed her ear, whispering all the things he was going to do with her as soon as he got her alone.
Kagome was falling. Who knew under that playful, charming personality lurked a demanding, dominating, possessive man? Sex wasn’t new to her, after one long-term relationship and a short-term fling, but the way this man was talking with his hands sparking fire along her skin had her overwhelmed. His movements made her feel powerless, urging her to give herself over to him. His words, however, his words stroked her ego, letting her know she did this to him, she had him grasping at control. The miko had never been so turned on in her life.
“She had no idea, huh?” Miroku murmured in his woman’s ear from across the bar. They hadn’t left the pool tables, instead deciding to enjoy the show from afar.
“Not at all,” the taijiya replied, settling back into his warm chest. “She was forward with Hojo, so she missed all the subtle clues Kouga didn’t know he was throwing.”
“Mmmm,” the monk pondered that for a moment. “Why was she so forward with him?”
Sango thought for a moment, remembering those conversations. “She didn’t want to be chased again.”
Ah. The short fling with the daiyoukai. “Which was why Kouga was so hesitant.”
“He’s not hesitant now.”
Feeling the subtle outpour of youki fill the room, warding off others from the ookami’s prize, Miroku chuckled. “No, he certainly isn’t.” He slowly grabbed his phone from a pocket, careful not to move the lush body leaning against him and checked the time. “Think we’ll be here much longer?”
“With the way they’re looking, I’ll be surprised if they last past this song.”
A flash of silver caught their eye. They both looked to find Inuyasha following his date toward the exit. The hanyou paused to glance over the crowd, his gaze lingering on two of his closest friends dancing before continuing their search. His amber gaze caught Miroku’s violet one and he gave a swift nod before turning and leaving the bar.
“Think he’ll be okay?”
Miroku recognized the underlying question of her tone and nuzzled into her hair, a comforting action he picked up from the hanyou and ookami over the years. “He’s happier for them than you realize.”
“Oh?”
“Inuyasha didn’t stop pursuing Kagome because of her resemblance to Kikyo,” he continued, “he stopped because he didn’t realize Kouga was interested until after their first date.”
Sango turned in his arms, her dark eyes widening at the new information.
“He told me he couldn’t risk two friendships because of it, especially when neither he nor Kagome claimed more than physical attraction.” He placed a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Apparently, that stubborn youkai has been pining after our miko for longer than we realized.”
She turned back around as the song ended to see the couple’s movements were slowing. Kouga still had Kagome plastered against him, this time staring down at her. “So he’s playing for keeps.”
“Whether he realizes it or not.”
A/N: What is this? Back story? Emotions? Where did that come from? This really was supposed to be a simple she teases him, he teases her, they have lots of smutty sexy fun. *sigh* Apparently, my muse felt like dragging this on a little longer. Don't worry! We'll be getting to the distinct lack of plot soon!
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