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Sweet Surrender	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own Inu & Co.--in my dreams. Unfortunately, I have to wake up some time.

6. Marathon

After checking my wounds once again and pronouncing them essentially healed, he allowed me to change my clothes alone before pulling me into my bed in the same position we had been in the night before. I had been waiting for this for a while: there was something I wanted to know, and I wouldn�t embarrass him by asking in front of others. �Why did you leave?�
�Nani?�
�Before, when we were looking at the pictures. Why did you go? It really worried me.�
The voice next to my ear was soft. �Oh, that. I was thinking about you wearing something like that and just had to get away before I did something stupid and made an ass of myself in front of your mother.� He pulled me a little tighter against his chest, and my muscles started to relax from his warmth.
�That�s pretty much what Mama said, but I didn�t believe her. I mean, I know you never really thought about me that way.�
He shifted my position slightly and I could feel something firm and very warm against my hip. �Is that what you thought?� he said, his voice dropping into that husky, slightly lower register that started a tingling deep in the pit of my stomach. �Do you have any idea what torture it was for me to be around you? What it was like to breathe in your beautiful scent all the time and not be able to act on it? How many times I had to disappear into the forest to relieve myself so that I wouldn�t force myself on you? What do you suppose I was doing when I left earlier?�
�I never knew--� I whispered. Pulling slightly away from him, I turned so that I was straddling his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him. �Do you really want me to be your mate?�
He swallowed hard, and I tightened my arms and legs around him, grinding our bodies together in a way that I found strangely satisfying. �More than the air in my lungs,� he whispered, his voice cracking slightly as I pressed against his body even harder.
�You said I was pretty much healed, right?�
By now, he could barely speak. �You are,� he almost groaned. �The leg will probably be a little sore for a couple of days, but that will disappear with time and a little exercise.�
With my head down, I looked up at him through the curtain of my bangs, watching his eyes as he waited for whatever I was going to say. �Could you do it now? Could you claim me?�
He looked utterly shocked. �Isn�t the human tradition to wait until after the ceremony?�
�That�s not the youkai ritual, though,� I said. �I want to be mated by the traditions of both worlds. I know that the necessary preparations for a human-style ceremony take a lot of time, but it doesn�t sound like the youkai ritual requires a whole lot of preparation. Can�t we just do that one now?�
�No,� he said, looking at me with an especially serious expression, �We can�t. We don�t have the required witness. I don�t dare claim you without observing all the traditions--it would make you a target for any of my enemies who learned of it.� He sighed and began to lightly stroke my hair and back. �Without a properly witnessed mating, you will be fair game for any youkai with a grudge against me. They would be well within their rights to take you from me, to rape, torture, or kill, as they chose, and I would have no recourse but my claws and sword.�
�Couldn�t they do the same thing after we�re properly mated?�
He shook his head, and his voice sounded suddenly tired. �Of course they can--if they want to bring the wrath of the entire youkai community down on themselves. Even if I am only a lousy hanyou, youkai take matings very seriously, especially the kinds that tend to mate for life. A sufficiently strong mating bond has been known to drive the surviving mate insane with grief--sometimes it even kills them.�
I shivered a little, both from his words and from the touch of his hand running down my back. �It�s just so hard being near you and not being able to be�intimate. I mean, I know I�ve never done it before, so I don�t even really know what I�m missing, but it�s like there�s this hollow place inside my heart waiting for something to fill it up, and I don�t even know what that something might be.�
Pushing me away slightly, he reached for the bottom of my nightshirt, pulling it up over my head without pausing for more than a second in his massage of my back. He lowered me slowly to the bed, drinking in the sight of my naked body. �So beautiful�.� he whispered.
Now I was really confused. His voice was telling me something, but his actions seemed to be saying something entirely different. �I thought you said that we couldn�t do this?�
Stretching out next to me, his head propped up on his hand, he asked, �Exactly what do you think we�re doing? We�re not going to mate now, but I think I know of some things that we can do to pleasure each other until then. After all, there will be times in our lives when it won�t be�wise to mate, and this might be a good time to start looking for options.� Holding the back of my head carefully, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft, chaste kiss. As my arms went around his neck, he began to move slightly, nibbling at my lower lip.
The kiss soon became more heated and continued until I had to pull away so that I could breathe for a second. �I thought you said you weren�t very experienced.�
He shook his head. �I�m not. Remember how I told you that I used to spy on the human travelers who came into the forest where I was living? Some of the larger groups had women with them. Every now and then I�d see humans mating. I never paid all that much attention, aside from noticing that it wasn�t all that different from what I knew of youkai mating. I didn�t think I remembered any of that--until I met you. Now, that�s practically all I can think about. I bet that you would like a few of the things I saw.�
�There�s only one thing,� I said, my voice trembling with the need he had awakened in me. �If we start this, will we be able to stop before things go too far?�
�I can stop,� he said, �Even if I�d rather not. I took care of my needs earlier, so I�m not too desperate now. That�s why I want to do this--so I can give you the pleasure you need right now without having to worry about losing control.�
I shivered a little at the images his words had given me. Even though I was completely inexperienced, I had eagerly listened to the stories of girls in school who were a little less pure of heart--or were they just a little less fussy?--than I myself had been. �Show me?�
He returned to my eager lips, kissing me with authority but not harshness. He licked lightly at my lower lip, almost as though asking permission to continue. I was trembling now, more than happy to grant him whatever he wanted, parting my lips slightly to allow his tongue entry.
Pulling back from me, he left a trail of feather-light kisses from my lips down to the side of my neck. At the same time he ran his hands lightly over my skin. I had been touched by people my whole life--my parents, doctors, friends--but never like this. Even though his hands had not yet strayed to any parts of my body usually covered by clothing, I shivered as the soft touches awakened a fluttering sensation deep inside me.
He nibbled lightly along my collarbone, and I gasped in surprise. I never thought that anything could feel so good! I reached up for his ears, only to find my hands immobilized in one of his. Moving his lips slowly back to my ear, he murmured, �Not this time, love. This time is for you alone. All I want you to do right now is feel.�
His lips and tongue continued their journey as he rolled me slightly away from him to give himself access to my shoulders and back. I could feel sharp little nips on my right shoulder blade. �Get used to this,� he said. �This is where I�ll mark you when the time comes.� I shivered again, and I could feel a growing dampness on my thighs. He inhaled deeply a few times. �So you like this? I�ll have to remember that.�
He continued to kiss and lick at my upper back and shoulders, reaching around me to gently cup a breast in the hand he didn�t have occupied with holding me in this admittedly awkward position. He rubbed a rough thumb gently across the nipple, seeming surprised when it came instantly erect at his touch. I bit back a moan of pleasure at the sensation--we were, after all, still in my family�s house.
Naturally, he noticed. �I know, love--it�s not fair. It�s not fair for me, either. I want nothing more than to make you scream with pleasure, but we don�t want to wake up your family. After we�re mated,� he said, �We can go off together and make each other scream as much as you like.�
I trembled again, and he moved me so that I was on my hands and knees. Sliding his other hand around me to gently massage the other breast, he positioned himself directly behind my body, pressing against me lightly. �Do you see what you do to me? How much I need you?� He moved his hands, lightly drawing his claws down my sides a few times before gripping my hips tightly, his thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of my buttocks. He continued to lick and nibble his way down my back, pausing occasionally to rub his body against me. By now I was glad that he had some measure of control, because I couldn�t have stopped this if my life depended on it.
He licked a few times at the base of my spine before giving my cheeks a few sharp nips. Even though I tried to bury my small cries in the pillows, he certainly heard them. �So, you like this too? I wonder what else you would like.�
I could feel his breath against my skin as he moved closer to the source of the scent that he seemed to find so intoxicating. Licking the traces of moisture from my thighs, he murmured, �I should have expected it--you taste even better than you smell.�
He lifted me form the bed, pulling me into a tight embrace before replacing me on my back. He kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue hungrily between my welcoming lips, as his hands explored my breasts, stomach, and hips. He frowned a little as his sensitive touch found the scar on my left side where the centipede youkai that had first dragged me into his time had torn the Shikon no Tama from my body. Pulling back from my lips, he settled his weight across my upper thighs, effectively immobilizing me.
My head was thrashing around on the pillows now, and I couldn�t think clearly. He reached for my breasts with both hands, lightly teasing the nipples to an almost painful hardness before leaning forward to take one of them carefully between his lips. He swirled his velvety tongue around the erect peak, listening carefully to the moans that even the pillow I had clutched against my face couldn�t quite silence. He pulled back from me, blowing lightly on the dampened skin while I trembled in surprise and pleasure. Still he continued, moving slowly back and forth from one rigid nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and occasionally drawing a fang lightly across the sensitive tissue.
I could no longer speak--the very best I could have managed at this point would have been a string of disconnected sounds between the moans and gasps from what he was forcing my body to experience. I could feel his weight disappear from my legs, and was surprised to feel his soft lips against the flesh of my stomach.
He moved slowly down my body, kissing and tasting, almost as though trying to commit my unique scent and flavor to memory. Pausing only briefly to position himself between my spread thighs, he leaned slowly forward. I could feel his breath against the wetness gathered there, and moaned loudly, no longer caring that anyone might hear us.
Then came the most wonderful sensation I�d ever felt. Something smooth and warm and wet was gently caressing the fleshy lips that concealed the entrance into my body. I squirmed madly, but the torment continued, never quite touching my most sensitive place. Clawed hands gripped my thighs tightly, leaving slight indentations in my skin, while he continued to love me with his tongue. By now I was begging incoherently, trying to make him stop because it was just too much pleasure for me to stand.
He pulled back for a moment, and I could feel him just looking at me. Then he leaned forward again and took a long, slow lick all the way from the back of my opening to the front, flicking his tongue rapidly against the sensitive nub located just above my entrance. Bright lights seemed to flash, and I let out a strangled cry as I stiffened in his grasp for a moment before falling limp on the bed, the moisture flowing from my body.
He carefully licked my thighs clean of my essence, seeming to savor the act, then rolled me over onto my side and pressed his body against my back, wrapping an arm around my waist before pulling the light blanket up over us.

*

I awoke sweaty and trembling. That was by far the most vivid erotic dream I had ever experienced. As I tried--and failed--to rise, I slowly realized the true nature of the weight holding me in place. As a gradually became more aware of both myself and my surroundings, I noticed a slight stickiness on my thighs and realized with a shock that I was completely naked in the warm embrace of my soon-to-be mate.
It hadn�t been a dream!
Moving as slowly as I could to avoid disturbing him, I turned my upper body slightly so that I could open my eyes and look at him. I wasn�t entirely surprised to see a pair of warm golden eyes looking back. I should have expected that he�d already be awake--I don�t think I�d seen him sleep more than a handful of times in the two years we�d been together, and then only for brief times. I flashed what I hoped was a brilliant smile. �Hi.�
A slight tension seemed to leave him. �Hi yourself. How do you feel?�
He loosened his grip on me slightly, just enough so that I could stretch. �I think that was the best sleep I�ve had in a long time,� I said. His expression told me that he understood that I was teasing, so I just smiled and continued, �I don�t think I�ve ever felt better. That was wonderful. How on earth did you ever learn something like that?�
He smirked--some things never really do change, I guess. �I told you--I watched humans in the forest a few times. Some of them were pretty creative. Of course, I have a little advantage human men don�t have. I can smell your reactions almost before you even feel them.�
I wasn�t quite sure how to react to that. I suppose it should have bothered me a little that he knew so much about me, but I�d already known that he could tell just about anything he wanted to know about both my physical condition and my mood from my scent anyway. �All right, I�m not going to argue about it. I have to get up and take a shower. If you want, you can go next, then we can go and find something to eat.�
There was a light tap at my door, and the door opened, just as I was sitting up, the blanket falling away from my naked body. I could feel the blood rising in my face. �Mama!�

She turned abruptly to go back down the stairs. �I�ll be waiting for both of you in the kitchen. Don�t be long.�
The door closed as suddenly as it had opened, and I sank back onto the bed, my head in my hands. �Gods, no�.�
He looked utterly confused. �What the hell�s wrong with you?�
�That was my mother!� I yelled.
He simply shrugged. �So what? It�s not like we�ve done anything wrong. We�re going to be mated, after all, and there�s no reason at all why we can�t give each other what pleasure we can until then.�
�Fine!� I snarled. �You tell her that!�

*

Mama looked distinctly unhappy when we made our appearance downstairs. This, I decided, was not going to be pleasant. Since Souta had already left for school and Jiichan was out sweeping the long row of steps leading from the street below to the shrine, there was nothing to prevent her from speaking her mind with a vengeance. Rather than sitting down at the table, I went first to the sink to fill a small kettle with water and then to the stove to start it heating. �Who wants some tea?� Although I tried to keep my voice cheerful, it sounded a bit strained to my ears.
My mother and my future mate watched each other warily as though the first one who allowed his--or her--attention to waver would lose some crucial test of dominance. I set cups of tea before them, then went to retrieve my own. When I took my place between the two Mama gave me a disappointed look. �I thought you had more respect for this family. Exactly what do you think you were doing?� Her gaze shifted rapidly back and forth between us.
Maybe it was my developing miko powers, or maybe I had simply had enough. �Exactly what,� I snarled, �Do you think we were doing?�
�I don�t know,� she said. �I only know that you were in your bed naked with a man. That�s why I�m asking.�
In a moment of brutal self-honesty, I realized that the circumstances hadn�t looked good. Before I could defend my admittedly questionable virtue, my hero leaped to his feet.
�We didn�t mate, if that�s what you wanted to know!� he snapped. He then proceeded to explain that although we had chosen to wait until after the human ceremony to consummate our union he had wished to show me that there was a great deal of pleasure possible without actually mating.
Mama nodded slowly in understanding. �I see,� she said, getting up to busy herself with breakfast. �It makes perfect sense now.� She returned a short time later with a huge platter of pancakes and bacon and a big smile. �Just try to be a little less noisy from now on, okay? I�m sure I can trust you to be careful. Now,� she said, gathering up the dirty dishes and depositing them in the sink, �Eat up. We have a lot to do today.�

*

On the way to our first destination I had a thought that made me just the slightest bit uncomfortable. �Mama, maybe we ought to pass on the formalwear store--I�d hate to see some poor tailor get beaten to a pulp just for trying to measure his inseam.�
She smiled a little. �Maybe you�re right. Let�s start with the jeweler�.�
My future mate wandered around the small shop. Looking at the enormous variety of pieces in the display cases, I pulled Mama aside. �Can we really afford this?� Even though she had never mentioned it, I knew that things had been difficult financially at the shrine since my father had died.
She smiled brightly. �Of course we can, dear! We established accounts for both you and Souta whey you were born so that we could take care of your continuing educations. Since you�ve decided to leave school, it seems to me that this would be a good use for the resources.� She gestured at the display case in front of us. �What do you think?�
I shook my head slowly. �I don�t know, Mama. I mean, they�re all beautiful, but--�
A pair of powerful arms wrapped around me from behind, and a rough voice whispered in my ear, �So are you, love.� He peered over the top of my head into the display case. �What are you two looking at that�s so interesting?�
We had explained some of the common customs associated with marriage on the brief trip from the shrine to the mall. He was, therefore, at least marginally familiar with the tradition of exchanging rings during the ceremony. �And?� he asked, �Do you see anything you like?�
�Actually,� I said, �I�ve been thinking about that. I mean, we don�t really need rings to symbolize our commitment. Besides, they look a little�fragile for where we�re going.�
He wasn�t going to be dissuaded. �We may not need rings, but I want them. I want a physical symbol of our union that will be visible to the people around us. Now,� he said, �Do you see anything you especially like?�
Seeing that he wasn�t about to let the matter alone, I looked at the contents of the case again, noticing a silver-white sparkle almost hidden in a corner of the display. I pointed and said simply, �There.�
The clerk looked dubious, but retrieved the plain pure silver bands. While Mama made arrangements for the engraving on the inside of the rings, I headed out to the mall�s food court to secure us some seats for lunch.
After only a short time the others joined me, and we decided to get a number of foods from several different shops so that we could sample a variety of dishes. As we placed our trays on the table and took our seats, an entirely unexpected thing happened--my silver-haired hanyou sank gracefully to the floor at my feet, pulling a small cube of deep red velvet from the pocket of the jeans he wore. Grabbing my hands in his own, he looked up at me, the sunlight streaming in through the skylights making his golden eyes seem almost luminous.
I looked around, blushing, as we were beginning to attract a certain amount of attention. �What are you doing?� I hissed.
He blinked a few times in confusion. �I wanted to--I mean, I have a question for you.�
Seeing this wonderfully arrogant man sitting at my feet made me more than a little uncomfortable. �You don�t have to do--�
�Yes, I do!� he gritted out. �I don�t know much about the customs of your world, but I know what I want for the rest of my life.� His voice cracked as he continued, �Be my mate. Live with me. Care for me and the pups we�ll have together someday. Let me protect you and provide for you. I know I can�t give you the things you�re used to from this life--I�m not rich, or educated, or highly-placed in the world. I know I�m just a worthless hanyou, and that I have nothing to offer, but I�m offering all that I have: a soul crying out for redemption, a heart torn and bleeding from old wounds, and hands dark with innocent blood.�
I sank to my knees, enfolding him in a warm embrace. �Of course I will! I�ll take all that you offer--your impossibly pure soul, devoted heart, and gentle hands. I�ll offer you my life, my future, my heart, and my soul. We�ll provide for each other, protect each other, comfort each other, and love each other. Now,� I said, reddening as I suddenly remembered exactly where we were, �Let�s have some lunch.�
Looking down at the small velvet box resting on the table between my hands, I whispered, �What have you done?�
He smiled, one of those rare warm, genuine smiles he usually reserved for when we were alone. �No more than you deserve. Go ahead,� he said. �Open it.�
With a quick glance at Mama�s smiling face and my own shaking hands, I opened the box. It was amazing! Set into a delicate silver band was a large pearl that nearly glowed with a warm ivory light. It was exactly the same color as the spectacular dress we had chosen. �It�s so beautiful! But why?�
In a typical gesture, he shrugged. �I saw it in the shop and it made me think of you. I asked Mom if it would be a good gift--I wanted to give you something. She told me about the custom you have here of giving an intended mate a ring as a sort of pledge of your commitment to join.�
I fidgeted a little at the odd feeling of the ring on my hand. I knew that the strangeness would disappear in time. We spent a very pleasant hour or so eating. Naturally, my beautiful hanyou demolished most of the food. I was just the slightest bit surprised by some of his reactions. As I already knew, he adored ramen. He also enjoyed the pizza and cheeseburgers, although he was less than enthusiastic about the chili. That came as no particular surprise--he had never liked spicy food. I was a little surprised by his immediate liking for cinnamon rolls. Although I had known that he had a bit of a sweet tooth because of all the chocolate I had used to bribe my way back home from time to time, it had never occurred to me that he might like pastry. I made a mental note to never leave him alone near a donut shop.
Our next stop was a bridal shop located not too far from the mall. Fortunately, this wasn�t nearly as tedious for him as I expected it to be. Of course, knowing what we wanted when we walked through the door made things go a lot more smoothly than they would have otherwise. We got the dress ordered and made arrangements for a fitting to be done in two weeks� time. Although Mama wasn�t entirely convinced that I knew what I was doing, she didn�t object when I told her that I really didn�t want to bother with a headpiece and veil.
Since all of our remaining stops were located within the same shopping center across town from the shrine, we decided to split up, at least for the moment. Sending my lover into a large fabric store with instructions to look for some silk in a color that he liked, Mama led me to the lingerie shop nearby. I blushed a little at some of the items on display, but agreed that a little �something special� underneath the gown would go a long way towards making it a truly memorable event--for everybody concerned. We chose a lacy strapless half-bra in an ivory satin that would not show through the fabric of the dress, a matching thong and garter belt, and real silk stockings in a shade that matched my skin tone. While Mama had the purchases wrapped, I went outside to make sure that the fabric store across the parking lot was still standing.
The arrangements at the florist shop were simple. I would be carrying a cascade of red and white roses. I had been thinking about the combination ever since we made the decision to have a ceremony here. Kaede, the old miko in the village that would one day become Tokyo, had been teaching me about the various properties of plants. In addition to their medical uses, I had learned that many plants also symbolized feelings. That was what I based my choices on: red roses for passionate love, white roses for spiritual love, white lilies for hope, and rosemary for remembrance. We would be using combinations of the same flowers and herbs for the decorations. Rather than the veil that most girls in my era favored, I decided on a wreath of red and white rosebuds and rosemary to set on my hair. We ordered a corsage for Mama with the chosen flowers, and boutonnieres for Souta, Jiichan, and Inuyasha made from white roses and rosemary. I would have liked to include a red rose in my lover�s selection, but I didn�t think he would go for anything extreme. I had not yet found a maid of honor, but we ordered a bouquet so that we would be ready when the time came.
Again, since we knew what we were looking for, the arrangements took very little time. When we converged on the fabric store, we were surprised to find the hanyou wandering back and forth along a row of bolts of silk fabric, frowning thoughtfully. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he never noticed we were there until I reached out and touched his arm.
�Sorry,� I said when I noticed the expression of shock on his face. �What do you think?�
He shook his head. �That�s a problem. There�s a red silk there that would make a great jacket, but I don�t know about the pants. Maybe black would be better for those?�
As I studied the deep red silk, I nodded slowly. �I think you�re right--red for the pants would probably be a little much, and a white would look funny next to the ivory I�ll be wearing. Black would probably be best.�
While Mama took the silk to be cut to the proper length, we gathered patterns similar to the garments we had seen in the magazines, thread in matching colors, and the silk frogs--in black--that would close the jacket when it was done.
By the time we had finished, I was starting to limp from all the walking around on my recently-healed leg. That pretty much ended the shopping trip on the spot. Mama, however, was dangerously cheerful on the ride home. As she explained it, we had made a great deal of progress in a single day--we had ordered nearly everything we would need and had actually purchased a few items. We should, she decided, be able to finish the most time-critical things tomorrow.
A quick glance into the back seat confirmed my fears. Inuyasha, never really comfortable in crowded situations, had a look of panic on his face that would have been funny a week ago. Now, it simply hurt to see it. I tried to smile, but his near state of shock kept him from seeing it.
I�d simply have to try to keep things from getting too hectic for him.

Once we arrived back at the shrine, Mama decided that it was probably best if she stored all the things for the ceremony in her room. That way, they wouldn�t get lost or damaged by accident. Although Buyo wasn�t exactly the most active cat on the planet, even that lazy animal occasionally indulged in a rampage that knocked things off tables and tipped over trash containers as he tore through the house.
Although Mama had no particular dislike for the cat, she kept the door of her room closed to keep him from shedding his coat all over her clothes. My things would be entirely safe in there. Surprisingly, she handed me a large pink shopping bag on my way up the stairs.
At my questioning expression, she said only, �For a dress rehearsal. I�m sure you can figure out what to do with them.�
Too tired at this point to really care, I dragged myself up the stairs to my--no, our--room.
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