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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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AN: Lemon meringue warning! (That�s some lemon with a lot of fluff.) I know that a lot of people won�t much like the way I�m portraying Kagome�s mother, that I�m having her act as a willing conspirator in essentially giving away her daughter. I think that she�s more concerned with her daughter being happy than she is with what may or may not be socially acceptable, so it sort of hangs together that way.

5. Farewell Performance

When the elder of the Higurashi women returned home from the market that afternoon, she was greeted by the sight of the two young people sitting in the kitchen digging into cups of instant ramen as though they couldn�t remember when their last meal was. Flashing a bright smile at the pair, she asked, �So, did you two finally get everything sorted out?�
Although she was by nature a kindly individual, she was not particularly naïve. Looking at the hanyou�s wide-eyed, slightly dazed expression, she looked to her daughter for an explanation, not especially surprised to see the soft expression of a woman who has been thoroughly loved. Nodding slowly, she said, �I can see that you have.� Sitting down across the table from the others, she asked, �What happens now?�
The pair shared a brief look, then Kagome shrugged. �I think you already know. I still have a commitment to find the rest of the Shikon no Tama. I�ve learned that I can adapt to his world, but I�m not at all sure he�d be able to make the transition to this one. You saw what the last couple of weeks were like--I can�t live without him. We�re going back there to live, but we should be able to visit on a pretty regular basis.�
The older woman nodded slowly. Getting up from the table, she walked to the door. �Come with me,� she said, gesturing to the pair. �It�s a good thing I went shopping today--I picked up some more things I thought you�d be needing.�
The two followed her out to the small storage building near the shrine�s well house. Opening the door, she revealed a variety of crates and bags full of supplies rather different from the usual things she took to the other world. Gesturing at the piles of supplies, she explained, �I�ve known for a long time that it was only a matter of time before you left us to stay in your�mate�s world. I decided to use some of the money we had set aside for your continuing education to gather some things that might make your life there a little easier. These boxes contain things that should help to secure your place in your community: the hardware necessary for building racks to dry herbs, cases of modern painkillers and antibiotics, and books on first aid all the way up to simple surgical techniques like removing fishhooks and stitching wounds. I�ve also added a full set of kitchen tools, from large soup pots all the way down to a variety of storage containers. Some of these boxes are full of bolts of fabric--silks, cotton, and wool, as well as books explaining how to turn them into a variety of garments in all different sizes. I added some other household items as well--sheets, towels, and especially the silk quilt your grandmother made for me when I married your father. There are boxes of pins, needles, and threads in a variety of sizes and colors, and a large wooden hoop you can use if you ever decide to make a quilt of your own. There are boxes of nails, hand tools, and even a wind-up clock so that you can time things like when to administer medicines. I also included some framed pictures of the family to remember us by, and wind-up watches for the two of you. Now,� she said, returning her attention to the couple before her once again, �When are you going to start moving all this stuff back?�
The younger woman shook her head. �I don�t know for sure--we don�t even have a place to stay yet.�
A twitch of the hanyou�s ear signaled that there was something that he had not said. At his mate�s expectant look, he grinned and said, �That�s not entirely true.�
When he saw the look the two exchanged, her explained about the small cave in which he had lived for several months as a child, and how it would take only slight modifications to become a much more comfortable home than anything he would probably be able to build. Because it was located at a significant distance from the village itself, it could be easily defended against attack without putting the innocent villagers at risk. Besides, with his speed, he could probably make the round trip to the village and back in well under an hour. Although he had never completely explored the area, there was a small hot spring with a waterfall of cold water dropping into one end, providing them with both bathing facilities and a supply of fresh drinking water. It was likely that additional small caves would be present in the area which could serve as storage rooms. If not, building a few simple storage buildings should not be beyond their abilities. There was even a small, level area near the edge of the forest which could be suitable for growing food.
The older woman smiled. From what she knew of history, the living conditions he described were equal--if not superior--to those of most of the people living in that age. With the connections they both seemed to have made with the human inhabitants of the region, it seemed to her that they could have a very good--if not exactly modern--life.
They returned to the house, busy working out the details. Although none of them were exactly thrilled with the ultimate shape of those plans, they represented the simplest way to make the transition to the new life that awaited them on the other side of the time portal. The hanyou would return to his world immediately to make the initial arrangements for a wagon to carry the supplies as well as the first of the modifications to the cave. In seven days, he would return, and they would begin the transfer of the materials that would help them to become established in their new lives.
After the initial exchange of shocked looks, the plans were modified slightly. Instead of leaving immediately, Inuyasha would leave first thing in the morning, allowing the two a few hours to make additional plans. That way, while he was going, Kagome could begin making preparations. Fortunately, it was not yet too late to begin planting for the growing season. Before retiring for the night, they started working on a list of seeds, plants, garden tools, and information on preserving the harvest that could be useful. During the next few days, she would gather those materials and have them ready to go when he returned.

*

Dinner that night was subdued. They both knew that it would be a while before they could be together again, and even though the cause was a good one it still hurt. The brightest spot in the whole evening was when Souta returned from playing at a friend�s house and found the hanyou there. Grinning at his favorite houseguest, he asked if he had come to take his sister back with him.
Inuyasha flashed a wry smile before ruffling the boy�s hair. �Not this time, kid. I have to go back in the morning, but your sister will be staying here for another week.�
The boy couldn�t quite conceal his disappointment. �Oh.� He brightened suddenly. �Are you sure? You wouldn�t believe how crabby she�s been since she�s been back here!�
Kagome felt a sudden urge to growl at her little brother. �That�s not funny, Souta.�
The hanyou decided that it was probably best to explain things as simply as he could. After all, the boy was only a kid. �Can�t be helped. Your sister agreed to become my mate, and I have to get things ready before I can take her back with me to live.�
The boy�s mouth hung open. �Your--what?�
He shrugged. �My mate. She�ll live with me, and someday she�ll be the mother of my pups. I�ll take care of them, and we�ll be together for the rest of our lives.� There was really no need to explain exactly how long that could possibly be.
�Oh! You mean like a wife!� Satisfied with that explanation, he turned his attention back to his sister. �You�ll still come back to visit, right?�
She smiled softly--she never would have expected that her new mate could exhibit so much tact. �Of course, as often as we can. It�ll probably be a few weeks before we can get back the first time, though--we have a lot of stuff to do to get set up in our new home.�
The boy looked from one to the other and nodded. �Okay. Makes sense to me.� He returned his attention to his dinner without the slightest concern.

*Earlier that Afternoon*

Although Kagome�s grandfather was the official keeper of the family shrine, he possessed very little--almost none--of the spiritual power of the young miko. All the same, it was protocol in both their worlds to state their intentions to the male head of the family and ask for his approval. The fact that they were already mated was, in this case, irrelevant.
After a brief conversation with the girl�s mother, it was decided that it was probably best if he was not approached in advance by his daughter-in-law. Although he was not particularly skilled in the workings of the shrine or his sealing charms, he possessed an uncanny understanding of people, and would not be pushed into anything against his will.
It was an uncharacteristically subdued hanyou who tapped carefully on the door to the old man�s room. �Higurashi-san?�
The old man called for him to enter. Though the room was similar in size to Kagome�s, any resemblance ended there. This room was rather cluttered, filled with a lifetime�s worth of possessions and memories. A small personal altar stood along one wall, and a meditation fountain bubbled quietly in the corner. The old man sat at a small table in the middle of the room, a small bottle and two porcelain cups on its surface, and looked at the hanyou. �Close the door.�
As Inuyasha returned to the old man and took the indicated place across the table, he waited for the other to speak first. After giving the hanyou a long, measuring look that made him squirm inwardly, he asked, �What makes you think that you�re good enough for my granddaughter?�
Damn! Obviously, the old man had somehow figured out what he needed to talk to him about, and didn�t sound happy. Before he could open his mouth to answer, the old man continued, �I may not be the best priest in the history of the shrine, but I have pretty good ears, and I�m not stupid. You were,� he said, �Quite loud earlier today.�
The hanyou�s ears flattened to the sides of his head briefly, and the old man could almost see him looking for an escape route. Good. At least the young fool had the good grace to be embarrassed. �Once again, what makes you think that you�re good enough for my granddaughter?�
Deciding that the only to get out of this conversation was to get through it, the hanyou lowered his eyes. �I don�t. I know what I am, and the problems that will cause for us. If I thought it would keep her safe, I�d disappear forever, but as long as she�s involved with the destiny of the Shikon no Tama, she�ll be a target. Unfortunately, I�m all I have, so I�ll have to be the best protector I can.�
The old man nodded slowly. It seemed that there was a little more to this hanyou than he had originally thought. �Exactly what do you intend for her?�
That was an easy one--he had already explained it a number of times to different people. �I want her for my mate, to live with me and someday be the mother of my pups, to care for, and protect.�
Apparently, that answer satisfied the old man, but he wasn�t through yet. �Why?�
That was a little harder. Not only had he never before tried to explain his feelings, but he never even thought of them in words. His brow furrowed as he tried to find the words to explain the sweet pain he had lived with for nearly three years now. The old man handed him one of the cups. �Take your time. Here. Drink this.�
Although his sensitive nose told him that the drink was alcoholic, he did as he was told, coughing a little as the burning liquid made its way down to his stomach. When he replaced the cup on the table, it was instantly refilled. After the third cup drunk in rapid succession on an empty stomach, the old man repeated, �Why? Why do you want Kagome for your mate?�
Something in the sake seemed to be working--he could finally talk about what he felt for the human girl. �I need her with me. Everything stinks when she�s not there. She cares about me even if I am just a lousy hanyou. I get all soft on the inside and hard on the outside when I think about her, or see her, or even just smell her scent.� Unable to stop the hidden thoughts spilling out of him, he continued, �She says she wants me, and I want her to be happy, no matter what it takes.� Grinning like an idiot, he slumped at the table, his head resting on the polished surface.
The old man smiled slowly. �Good.�

*After Dinner*

Fortunately for all concerned, Inuyasha�s hanyou metabolism processed the alcohol in a very short time, leaving him alert and without the slightest trace of sickness. He was sitting at the table with Kagome, working on lists of fruits and vegetables they would each like to have growing near their home, when the old man came in and stood behind the girl. When the two pairs of questioning eyes turned to look at him, he cracked a huge smile and said simply, �You made a good choice, Kagome. I wish you two happiness together.�

*

Although it would be their last night together for a time, neither of them felt like acting on the mindless impulses that simply being together seemed to awaken in them both. Instead of attacking each other like rutting animals, they approached each other softly, almost reverently, using kisses and gentle caresses to pleasure each other long into the night. The hanyou was amazed at the human girl�s stamina--how on earth was she able to keep up with him and still retain her initial eagerness?
There would, he decided, be no explosive passion this night. Instead, he would try to imprint himself on her, so that she would continue to feel his kisses and touches on her skin even after he had returned to his own time. He would, of course, attempt to commit each of her tentative caresses and kisses on his skin to memory so that he would have something to keep him going while they were apart.
It was not long before the room was filled with soft moans and sighs as he trailed a burning line of kisses down her body to the center of her arousal. Unlike the first time they mated, however, he refrained from actually touching her most sensitive areas with his lips and tongue, licking and nibbling all around the fleshy lips that concealed her opening. She writhed under him, moaning even louder when she realized that he wasn�t allowing her the release she so desperately craved.
He continued his slow assault on her body, lapping at the juices that flowed from her opening while carefully avoiding any contact with the orifice itself. Now and again he dipped his head lower, to lick and lightly bite at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
As long as he didn�t exactly allow her to touch him, there was a good chance that he would be able to bring her to the shattering orgasm he could feel building in her without actually taking her. Sitting up, he took her hands and held them above her head so that she wouldn�t be able to distract him with her feather-light touches on his burning skin. Leaning forward, he bruised her lips in a passionate kiss, slowly working his way over to her left ear. His voice was low, rough with desire and an unfulfilled need. �This is only a taste, love. Once we�re home, I�ll make you scream in pleasure as I take you over and over. I�ll take you as many times as you want, as many different ways as you want, just to hear you screaming out my name as I love you. And then,� he said, his breath warm in her ear, �I�ll let you make me scream as well--you seemed to like that this afternoon.� He kissed his way down to her breasts, holding them in his hands and squeezing them together so that he cold take both nipples in his mouth at the same time. He swirled his tongue around the two hardened tips, smirking to himself when he realized that she was so easily aroused that he could probably have her screaming right now with only the slightest effort on his part.
Unfortunately, they were not alone in the house, and he rather doubted that the other three residents would appreciate being awakened in the middle of the night by the sounds of their passion. He returned to her ear, whispering, �Think about it, love. How do you want me to make you scream? What do you want me to do to you? You must have fantasies--tell me and let me fulfill them for you so that you can scream with pleasure. But that,� he said, �Is for another day. Right now,� he continued, �I want you to just feel what I�m doing. Do you like this?� he asked as he dropped his head to her breasts again, lapping at her erect nipples until she moaned with pleasure.
He continued his monologue while he kissed his way down across her stomach to the center of her desire. Moving down between her spread thighs, he grasped them tightly in both hands so that she was completely helpless to prevent him from having his way. �Such a beautiful scent,� he murmured. �Did you ever know what it did to me to have you nearby? What it made me want to do? How many times I had to disappear into the forest to relieve myself so that I wouldn�t force myself on you?� He smiled as the heat from her increased along with the scent of her arousal. He took one of the fleshy lips in his teeth, sucking hard on it for a few seconds, before releasing it and continuing, �How was that? Do you want more?� That book he had gotten from Sango was really coming in handy. He repeated his ministrations on the other side of her entrance, listening as she mumbled incoherently between the moans. �You have one week, love. When I return to take you home I want you to have your fantasies ready for me. I want you to tell me exactly how you want to be loved, exactly what I can do to bring you to the point where you�ll be screaming in pleasure, unable to stop climaxing, exactly what you�re going to do to make me scream along with you. Now,� he said, watching her quiver uncontrollably, �I think it�s time.�
With a sharp nip at each of her thighs, he turned his face to her, giving her a very long, slow lick as she began to jerk in the spasms he had been waiting for. Burying his face between her thighs, he thrust his tongue in and out of her as far and as fast as he could, pausing occasionally to flick it over the engorged bundle of nerve fibers at the top of her slit. He pulled back from her, watching as she thrashed her head in frustration, her hands clutching at the sheets in her helplessness. �Not quite yet, love. You still haven�t answered any of my questions. What do you want me to do to you? Tell me. What can I do to make you beg for your release and then beg for me to start all over again?� He took another slow lick, pausing at the top of her slit to gently suck on the hardened nub he found there.
�Again�Please...� she groaned, and he was only too eager to comply. The sound of her voice, so close to her release but unable to attain it without his cooperation, gave him a feeling of immense power, a sobering sense of the responsibility he had assumed for her happiness. He repeated the caress a couple of times, then returned his tongue to her channel, moving it in and out of her, his nose rubbing against the sensitive spot just above her entrance. He moaned in his own desperation as he continued relentlessly, bringing her even closer to the fulfillment that danced just beyond her reach.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, replacing his tongue with a finger. While softly kissing her thighs, he pushed the finger in and out of her body, watching as she writhed in the agony of her passion. Adding a second finger, then a third, he said, �Is this what you want, love? Nice and easy, right? Or would you prefer something else--a little harder, maybe?� He sped up the motion, slamming his fingers in and out of her dripping opening, realizing that his words were affecting her as much as his actions. �I know,� he said. �I think I know just the thing to bring you over the edge--how�s this?� While still pounding away at her with his fingers, he bent his head to take the sensitive nub above her entrance between his lips, massaging it thoroughly.
As she began to enter her final spasms, he replaced his lips with a callused thumb, rubbing it rapidly across the bundle of tissue, not giving her a chance to adjust before sending her over the edge into the kind of shattering climax that would have had her screaming in pleasure had he not returned to her, muffling her cries with his lips.
Although he was aroused to the point of physical pain, he simply lay back and watched as she fell instantly into a deep sleep. He had decided before starting that this night would be for her alone. There would be plenty of time for him to achieve his own satisfaction once they had gone home.

*

Although they both understood that the parting would be short and was in fact necessary, it was an uncomfortable morning. The two lovers simply looked at each other, indulging in a brief but passionate embrace. Before parting, she whispered, �Hurry back,� and stepped away from him to begin the preparations she would need to complete before she could leave for her new life five hundred years in the past.
Without taking his eyes from the silent figure waiting in the shrine�s well house, the hanyou stepped to the top of the wooden structure and paused for a moment before jumping down and entering his own world once again. He could smell the intruder even before he emerged from the well. Leaping from the structure, he instantly saw what he expected to find.
�Why have you come here, Kikyou?�
The undead miko turned sad eyes in his direction. �I have grown weary of this world. The time has come for you to come with me to hell.�
The hanyou looked at her with pity. �No, Kikyou. I owe you my death--I won�t dispute that. But I owe my mate my life, and I won�t take that away from her. When my time comes, you can have me--not before.�
The miko�s voice took on a dangerous edge. �Your�mate? What are you talking about?� Her eyes narrowed in rage. �It�s that bitch from the future, isn�t it? You couldn�t have me, so you chose some pale imitation. I won�t allow it.�
He laughed. Who the hell did she think she was? �You won�t allow it? You�re a little late for that, Kikyou: Kagome is my mate, now and always. This is what�s going to happen--you�re going to leave this area, and never bother me or my family ever again.� He shook his head, looking at her with a kind of sympathy. �I never wanted any of this to happen. I would have been human for you, but we didn�t really love each other--if we did, we wouldn�t have been so easily fooled by Naraku�s tricks.� He turned away from the furious miko, walking slowly toward the village. �Leave now, Kikyou--while you still can.�
The rest of the group in the village had a lot of questions for the hanyou. Most of them came from the little kitsune wanting to know why Kagome hadn�t returned. Inuyasha explained that she would in fact be returning in seven days� time, and that she would be coming back to stay except for the occasional visit to her family in the future. The reason for the delay, he explained, was that he had a lot of work to do before he could bring her back as his mate. The kit sniffed delicately in the hanyou�s direction a few times, then nodded in satisfaction and wandered off to play with the village children.
Stalking through the village, he contacted several of the best craftsmen in the area, offering his skills in return for their help in the project he was about to undertake. In return for a commitment to lead the village hunting parties for the next three years, he got the village�s best stone carver to work on both enlarging the entrance to the cave and--after the flea youkai who had been working for him since he was a child discovered a small crack at the rear of the cave leading to a whole series of interconnected chambers--to open up a passage between the main cavern and the smaller chambers. By offering his services in eradicating the small pack of weasel youkai who had been destroying the headman�s fields, he secured the use of the man�s wagon to bring the supplies form the well to the site of his new home.
He kept himself busy with the preparations as best he could. He cleaned out the piles of bones and debris dotting the floor. He retrieved the prepared pelt of the cat youkai that had been living in the cave and decided to use it as a floor covering in the main chamber of his new home. He sank a flat stone into the rear of the chamber under the hole in the roof and surrounded it with larger, round stones to create a fireplace. Further modifications, he decided, would wait until Kagome returned to him--she would probably have more ideas about it than he himself did.
He prepared a series of reed curtains to separate each of the chambers from the others, deciding that he would wait until his mate arrived before deciding which would be their bedchamber. With the help of some of the villagers he had assisted in the past, he had the small field near the forest plowed and prepared for planting two days before his mate�s planned arrival.
A few other minor transactions, and he was as ready for her arrival as he could be. The good news was that he had had little time to dwell on the agony of being apart from his mate. The bad news is that ran out of projects he could spend the endless, lonely nights working on the day before he was scheduled to retrieve her.
Moving the screening vegetation to the side, he stepped out into the night. There was, he decided, one thing he could do to relieve his distress.
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