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Defensive Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Kouga, how are you with blood?”
The question caught him off guard, his hand pausing from its circles on her naked hip as his lips lifted from her shoulder. “What?”
A blush teased up the back of her neck. “How do you react to blood?”
He settled back into her, moving his hand to her thigh and pulling her hips against his. His other arm slithered underneath her, cradling her against his chest as he slowly slid his nose up and down the smooth line of her neck. “That depends. Whose blood is it?”
His voice was low gravel, gliding over her skin like crushed velvet. She loved it when he got like this; the feel of his naked skin molded against hers, his breath coasting over her while he nuzzled into her, his touch soft as he roamed her body after taking her in such a demanding fashion. It was these quiet moments she found herself looking forward to almost as much as the sex that occurred prior.
“Mine.”
His chest rumbled a hard thrum, the low timbre one of displeasure. “Why would you be bleeding?” he asked, an edge added to the husky sound.
“I have about a week left of my current pill cycle, so I’ll be starting my period soon. I know that youkai–” Kagome paused, not wanting to bring up the subject of him at such a tender moment. “I wanted to know–” She stopped again, still unsure of her wording.
“You wanted to know how I will respond,” he finished for her, the thought her blood singing through his mind.
She nodded, that light blush reaching her ears.
“How do you want me to respond?” he asked softly, lifting his chin to nip at her ear lobe.
“What?” she questioned immediately, shock sounding through her voice.
“I have lived around humans long enough to understand your reactions to blood,” he explained, pausing to glide the tip of his tongue along the outer shell, the hand wrapped underneath her caressing over her rib cage. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” His lips returned to her neck, nibbling his way down to her shoulder as his hands stroked her skin.
Kagome was baffled by his response. It didn’t at all fit into what she knew from experience. Experience told her she didn’t have a choice, that natural youkai instincts overpowered human reservations, that she never had a say. To think that she did was…new.
Kouga sensed her confusion. “My instincts will go into overdrive,” he explained, propping his torso up to continue his light kisses down her arm. “I will be more protective of you, more possessive, and I’ll want be around you more. I’ll also have a hard time keeping my hands off you, but that won’t be anything new.” He proved his point as he slid his palm from her thigh to her stomach, coasting over the smooth skin above her pubic bone.
Kagome felt her eyes close, enjoying the sensations he was evoking. His hands were so light, consistently moving as his lips continued caressing up and down her arm.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” the ookami continued, lifting her arm to drape around his neck so he could nuzzle her side. “I will want to lock you in my home and keep you to myself the entire time, but I won’t because I know you won’t want me to.”
He was tracing around the curve of her breast and she was torn between having him continue his soft, slow exploration and moving his mouth to where she wanted to feel it. Remembering the elevator, she couldn’t help her following question. “How will you react to someone else’s scent on me?”
That deep thrum returned and for a small moment, his entire body tensed, ceasing all movement. His sudden reaction had her giggling and he relaxed again at the sound.
“Think that’s funny?” he teased, nipping at the underside of her breast. Her giggles opened into a laugh. He raised his head, slowly turning her chest toward him as his grin turned predatory. “I can tease, too.”
Her laughter broke into a loud moan as his lips latched onto her nipple and pulled. His hands moved together, the one underneath her reaching to cup her neglected breast while the one on her stomach slid down between her folds. She lifted her leg, hooking it back around his hips to give him more room, and his fingers instantly found her clit.
Kouga lifted from her breast to watch her as he teased her. His fingers coasted over her entrance, dipping lightly into the building wetness before returning to her clit. Not half an hour ago, he was thrusting into her while she was propped against her kitchen counter, but he wanted her again. He could never get enough of her.
Her eyes had closed and when her head fell back against the pillow, he took advantage of the expanse of her neck. Her leg fell off his hip as he turned, pulling his arm out from underneath her to hold himself over her. She turned toward him, her hands massaging into his hair while she faced him.
His hand left her folds to wrap around her leg, pulling it over him to align their hips. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his mouth from her neck and up to meet hers. His hard length was resting between them, rubbing gently against her satiny stomach. He felt her hands move, slipping from his hair to settle on his chest and push him back against the bed.
She followed, lifting herself over him and straddling his hips, continuing her kiss as she swept her tongue into his mouth. One hand slid down his chest, following the definitions of his muscles until it was circling around the base of his cock. She broke away from his mouth, lifting slightly to meet his gaze as she was moving, teasing, adjusting, and then sliding onto his length.
Kouga watched, mesmerized as her eyes slid close in pleasure when her hips met his. Her small hands gripped his biceps, balancing herself on his strength as she lifted herself up, and then back down in a slow, gentle rhythm. He allowed her the control, watching the muscles move underneath skin as she continued, her slick, wet heat gripping his cock on each slide.
When her hands left his arms to grip the sheets, he moved, cupping the back of her head in his hand while lifting up to meet her in a kiss. He rolled his hips, adding to the movement of her rhythm without rushing it while teasing open her lips with his tongue. Soon, the room was filled with puffs of sounds, their breathing becoming harsher each time they broke apart for air.
It was a slow climb, altered slightly by the movement of their hands, continuing the soft exploration of earlier. When her breathing morphed into panting, her legs beginning to quiver, he cradled her against him, moving her to lay her on the bed while he crawled over her and slid back in. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging in to give her leverage to move.
She lost herself in the feel of his powerful body moving so carefully, worshiping her with soft kisses and gentle touches. She felt the build, the coil growing until it tightened, tensed, then exploded, her body arching under him as his hips jerked, burying himself into her as his release pulsed out of him.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a long, drugging kiss while he continued rolling his hips, prolonging the small spasms of her muscles. When he broke away, clear blue eyes swirling with deep affection gazed down at her before he ran the tip of his nose down her cheek. He slid out of her, moving to settle on the mattress beside her, before gathering her in his arms and pulling her against his chest. His hands splayed across her back, one of his legs draped over hers, and the last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the feel of his kisses pressed to crown of her head.
***
Kouga rapped his knuckles on the open door, drawing Miroku’s attention. The monk was sitting at his desk, papers scattered everywhere. He looked relieved at the ookami’s appearance.
“You about ready?” Kouga asked, not bothering to hide his curiosity at the mess.
“Yes,” Miroku answered, standing immediately. He looked down at the mess for a moment, contemplating trying to clean some of it up, and decided to ignore it. “You’re driving?”
The ookami dangled his car keys in response. “Let’s go. I don’t have long.”
“Today, I don’t either,” the monk murmured, pulling out keys to lock the door.
“What’s going on?”
Miroku sighed, running a hand through his hair as they began walking out of the building. “Kid left a suicide note in the bathroom.”
Kouga grimaced. Instances like this always reminded him that while Miroku didn’t have assignments to grade and lessons to plan, being a guidance counselor was not an easy job. The two quickly made their way out to the parking lot.
“Alright, spill.”
He smiled as he climbed into the car, glancing over at the monk. “What?”
“You pop up in my office this morning before school starts to ask me to grab lunch with you. I know you didn’t do it just for my dazzling personality.”
Kouga laughed. Soon, they were out of the school parking lot and on their way to a market close by. “I wanted to pick your brain over what you were taught in that youkai history class you and Kagome took.”
“What about, exactly?”
“Youkai bloodlust.” The confused reaction from the monk told Kouga what he needed to know. “Kagome asked me something last night that had me wondering what she was thinking,” he explained. “It didn’t seem like something that would have been explicitly covered.”
“Well, I do remember talking about it since youkai are sensitive to certain scents, blood being one of them.” Miroku paused. “Why did she bring that up?”
Kouga chewed on his lip, wondering how much Kagome would mind being known. “Her period is going to start soon.”
Miroku looked at Kouga, processing all the information. In the years they had known each other, this was a new issue to have been brought up. “While that would normally be a valid question, this wouldn’t be her first period around a youkai. Doesn’t make sense for her to bring it up based only on what we learned in that class.”
Kouga grimaced. “That’s what I was afraid of.” He pulled into the market and parked. Soon, food in hand, they found an open table and sat down.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Miroku watching the thoughts cross the ookami’s face. From what little Inuyasha had told him, he was certain Kouga wouldn’t like what Miroku had to say. “I didn’t know her when her and Sesshomaru were…together,” he said carefully, not wanting to add more tension. “From what Inuyasha told me, it didn’t end pretty.”
Kouga tore into his meat, glad the market was equipped for youkai. Cooked food wasn’t going to cut it during this conversation. “I know Sesshomaru. He lives by the old ways as much as he can get away with.”
Miroku sat back, understanding the difference. “You think his relationship with Kagome–” The answering growl cut him off, but he wasn’t surprised. Kouga knew better than he what youkai-human relationships were during that time. “You think it was that bad?”
Kouga dropped his food onto the plate, suddenly sick to his stomach. To think that his Kagome could have been put through something–
No. He didn’t know what happened. He did know that Inuyasha had been a part of Kagome’s life during that time, and the hanyou cared enough about his miko to have kept her safe. There’s no reason to jump to conclusions like that.
“Kouga,” Miroku eased in, catching his friend out of dark thoughts. “I might not have know her then, but I knew her after it was over. She was hurt, but she wasn’t broken.”
“Which was the impression I got,” Kouga replied, thinking it through. “If it were really that bad, she wouldn’t have taken the job.” Miroku nodded in agreement, taking a bit out of his sandwich. “But what would have her asking about my control over her blood?”
That was the question. “Did you ask her that?”
He shook his head. “No. I wanted to check with you first.”
“I could be wrong,” the monk admitted. “She’s been friends with Inuyasha for a long time, so who knows where that could have come from.”
“Bullshit.” Kouga met his gaze. “You don’t believe that; I don’t believe that. Kagome’s usually a pretty open person, but she wasn’t about this.”
The two fell into silence, finishing the rest of their lunch. They were back in the car before Miroku decided to break it. “What did you tell her?”
“That I wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. It’s going to eat at my instincts, but her comfort comes first.”
“How did she react?”
Kouga paused, pulling out of the parking lot and heading back to the school. “She was surprised,” he answered softly, “like it didn’t make sense that I wouldn’t want to do anything to upset her.”
“You said Sesshomaru lives by old ways?” Miroku asked. “What would that mean in this situation?”
“They put youkai instincts first and completely ignored how humans would react,” he answered slowly. “It was a different time; our instincts kept us alive for the most part, so the practice stemmed from safety. Also, we didn’t mix with humans much, so that wasn’t usually a problem.”
“You think Sesshomaru would have followed instinct?”
“I have no doubt he would,” Kouga snorted. “I went to visit her yesterday after leaving here. Her office smelled like he lived in it.”
“You think he did that on purpose?”
“I know he did. The rest of the building held traces of him, but not like that.” He had kept that information from Kagome. The last thing he wanted to do was cause extra stress in her new position. “I always got the impression that he wasn’t completely invested in her. Pulling that kind of shit doesn’t make any sense if he drove her away in the first place.”
Miroku’s silence as well as the growing scent of unease spoke volumes.
“Fuck.”
“Inuyasha told me she left him,” the monk admitted quietly. “I never saw any reason to doubt it.”
Kouga parked his car, putting the gear in neutral as he sat there, letting that information sink in. This was going to be harder than he thought. If she accidentally managed to bruise the asshole’s pride, he wasn’t going to let that slide again. “I’m going to have to talk about this with Kagome, aren’t I?”
“Not necessarily,” his friend answered. “If you can play his game without involving her, do that for as long as you can. He might just be testing what he can get away with.”
“One of these days, someone’s going to call you on your optimistic bullshit.”
“Well, until then, you’re stuck with it.”
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