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moment… might as well get on with the story, ne?
Divine
Chapter Seven
“True love is
the greatest thing in the world…
Except for a
nice MLT—
Mutton,
Lettuce and Tomato sandwich,
When the
mutton is nice and lean
And the
tomatoes ripe…”
William Goldman, ‘The Princess
Bride’
The night was
rough… very rough. Inuyasha remained squished up to the wall the entire time,
knowing that whenever he ventured closer towards the center of the mattress –
as well as Kagome – he received a sleepy swat on the ear for his trouble.
At that point
in time, as Inuyasha’s hot blood continued to race around his body and assured
that sleep was the last thing on his mind, Inuyasha knew that he would
much rather have been sitting in the middle of a raging blizzard than lie here
next to a beautiful girl. At least in a blizzard he wouldn’t be in so much of a
bother…
But eventually
his body calmed enough to allow a hint of his exhaustion to creep up on him.
That hint soon overwhelmed him and within minutes he had drifted off to sleep…
Although, no
sooner had his eyes drifted closed than Kagome had elbowed him awake.
“Inuyasha…” she whispered hoarsely through the darkness.
Inuyasha, not
too happy about having been cheated of blissful unconsciousness, grunted
angrily. “What?”
“What’s that
to the left of me?” she asked.
Which made no
sense whatsoever. “To the left of you… uh… empty space?”
Kagome blinked
back in bemusement. “What?”
“You asked
what was to the left of you.” Inuyasha scowled. Why was she playing games with
him at this hour in the morning?
“I didn’t.”
“Then what did
you say?”
“I want you to
make love to me.”
No, that
couldn’t be right…
Inuyasha
peered at the girl curiously. “Make love to you? Me?”
Kagome nodded
quickly, her face eager and uncertain, but her knee was sneakily slipping
between his thighs.
“What… right
now?” Inuyasha was almost about to complain… what the hell, why not complain
anyway? “But I only just managed to get rid of the stiffy.”
“Well then,”
her face loomed closer to his. “We’ll have to bring it back… won’t we?” her
lips brushed across his, teasingly.
Inuyasha
swallowed hard. “Oh… don’t worry… it’s back now.”
“I thought
about what you said.” She whispered, as she pulled herself over him till she
was lying flush up against him. “You’re right. I’m too upright and I fantasize
way too much. I would love you to bring me down to earth with your rough and
tumble ways.”
“Really…”
“Really.”
Well, who was
Inuyasha to deny the girl of his dreams… or rather… the girl in his
dreams… Because no sooner had Kagome lips sealed against his, than her elbow
wedged itself in his back…
That was a bit
anatomically impossible, wasn’t it?
Inuyasha
opened his eyes with a start and realized, with dismay, that the bold girl on
top of him was gone, leaving him with the prude girl lying behind him, snoring,
but with one joint strategically jammed into his spine.
He’d been
dreaming…
With a sigh,
Inuyasha carefully maneuvered himself free of the offending body part and
gently rolled her towards the edge of the bed, allowing him a little room to
spread out. With a sigh, he began willing sleep to come as he tried to fight
the arousal that his dream had sparked again…
……..
Kagome woke
with a rather inelegant thump as she hit the floor.
“Ow…” she
wheezed as she blinked away the double vision and rubbed the arm which had
broken her fall. Slowly, she managed to sit up and glared across at the person
who had pushed her off the bed…
A pity he was
snoring and completely oblivious to her annoyance.
Might as
well let him have it…
Kagome grumbled to herself as she stood and left the room. A quick glance at
her wrist watch told her that it was half past eight on Sunday morning, and it
reassured Kagome that she was that much closer to her freedom from her
palm’s fortune.
First things
were first, and that was Buyo. Kagome plodded down the stairs to the kitchen in
order to greet her furry feline friend and give him his rather large breakfast.
Then she plodded all the way back upstairs again to find the bathroom and get
ready for the trying day ahead.
After she’d
cleaned her teeth and poked at the bags under her eyes, it was off to check on
Inuyasha again… but he was still snoring face down on her pillow. Kagome shook
her head and decided to go check if the well was clear yet.
She entered
the well house, quite sure that it the time portal would be working… but one
giant leap and a thud later, Kagome knew that they were still snowed in. She
sighed as she came to realize that they would probably be stuck here until
their time was up… or if they just got on with it and had sex.
“Not when I’m
this close to the end…” Kagome told herself firmly as she went back into the
house.
By this time,
Inuyasha was already up and torturing Buyo in the kitchen. “The well working
yet?” he asked as he made the podgy cat dance by holding him up by the
forepaws.
“Would I be
here if it was?” she shot back, irritated and in a fairly dry mood. “He’ll
scratch you.”
“No he won’t,
he’s – ow! You vicious little beast!”
“Told you…”
Kagome yawned as she passed on to the living room and tried to turn on the TV…
only to find that it was still broken from yesterday, and the most she got was
another fizz of smoke and a small pop. Kagome quickly stopped trying to revive
the electronic device and went back into the kitchen to sit at the table and
stare at the fridge, reckoning that it was probably staring back at her…
challengingly.
The battle of
wits was interrupted as Inuyasha’s head blocked her vision. He’d sat down on
the chair opposite her and glanced at her in an accessing, penetrating way. It
wasn’t an intrusive look, or even suggestive, but Kagome couldn’t help but
blush and avert her eyes.
“Have a nice
sleep?” she asked, trying to divert his mind from whatever he was thinking
about her.
“Not really.”
Inuyasha gave a blasé shrug. “Couldn’t really get to sleep with that hard-on
you left me with…”
Kagome tried
to discreetly hide her fierce blush by pretending to be intensely interested in
a jam stain on the table cloth. “Oh…”
She was
unprepared for the jab of guilt she felt. She hadn’t realized it at the time,
but perhaps it was rather rude to take her pleasure like that and leave him
with nothing but frustration. But there was an interesting thought…
I had an
orgasm in Inuyasha’s lap last night…
The
strangeness of that thought made her giggle aloud.
“What?”
Inuyasha snapped across the table, startling her out of her daze. “You find
that funny, do you?”
“No!” Kagome
wondered if the heat would ever leave her cheeks. “I wasn’t laughing at your
discomfort!”
“Of course you
weren’t.” he didn’t believe her, judging by that sardonic smirk.
Kagome winced
slightly and looked back down at the jam smear. She was finding it hard to
believe that she’d done something so intimate in front of Inuyasha… she’d
sometimes thought about something similar, but Kagome had always wondered if
things would get awkward afterwards…
And she was
right. They were very awkward.
She just
didn’t realize that their awkwardness was due to Inuyasha’s disgruntlement at
being left hanging…
………………
“Miroku…”
“Sango…?”
“Are you
touching my thigh?”
The monk
turned his eyes down to judge his companions posterior, then turned his gaze to
his lap to locate both hands sitting against his knees, shivering ever so
slightly with cold. “No, Sango. My hands are no where near you.”
“Good.” Her
teeth chattered. “Just checking… I can’t feel my legs anymore, you see?”
“Don’t fret.”
Miroku consoled her. “I wouldn’t be able to feel you legs anyway… my fingers
are too numb.”
The wind
continued to howl mercilessly around their rickety hut. Snow and sleet was
already piling up around the door and beyond that the world was a whirling
abyss of whiteness. Miroku and Sango sat huddled in the furthest corner from
the door, shivering and panting little frosty breathes of mist into the air.
The fire had long since died.
“I really
think…” Miroku whispered. “That we should reconsider the possibility of sharing
body heat.”
Sango opened
her mouth, as if to loudly shoot the idea down… but then she seemed to pause.
“I’m… I’m listening.”
If it had been
two degrees warmer, Miroku would have had the energy to leap for joy. “Your
clothes, Sango, are very wet and cold now. Perhaps it would be better if you
freed yourself from them and joined me under my large robes that are very dry
and warm.”
Sango’s head
creaked around to glare at him. “You want me to get naked with you, basically?”
“It’ll warm me
up quite nicely, if you do.” Miroku nodded with sincerity. “Then I can share
the warmth with you.”
Sango shook
her head and huddled closer to his side. “The day I get naked with you is the
day I lose my mind.”
Then I
shall pray for the cold to take our sanity. Miroku thought privately. She’ll be begging
for me given enough time…
…………….
Inuyasha’s
patience was beginning to wear thin. Kagome seemed to have adopted this “We
didn’t do anything” attitude that was beginning to irritate the hell out of
him. It was like she was refusing to admit to herself or him that anything had happened the previous night.
Anyone would
think that she had regretted the incident, and just wanted to put it behind
them… but she wanted him and he knew it. She knew it too, but for some reason
she didn’t want to act on it.
She seemed
torn… uncertain… but Inuyasha was convinced that if he could just take her all
the way then finally she would be able to decide on whether or not she wanted
it. Of course… by then, it would be too late. But all little girls had to grow
up eventually and discover sex… Inuyasha just wanted to make sure Kagome
discovered it with him and no one else.
So Inuyasha
would ‘make love to her’ and if she decided that she never wanted to do it
again then Inuyasha would back off… and spend the next few years of their
journey together having to wank off his frustration.
Not an ideal
prospect, but Inuyasha was certain that once Kagome had a real taste of what
could be, then she would stop saying ‘no’ all the time.
“…and of
course, when they dropped that bomb in Hiroshima a load of people died and the
entertainment industry was blown to hell…” Kagome was babbling on again about
things he didn’t understand. How she managed to talk so much and wash
plates at the same time was a fete known only to women. Her voice even managed
to drown out the music from that ‘radio’ device of hers. “…I mean, they were
even resorting to showing films against the sides of buildings because there
were no theatres, can you believe it!”
Inuyasha
grunted and took the slippery plate she handed him and began drying it was his
designated towel.
“…and that’s
when manga started to evolve, based on an American style cartooning called
“Disney” or something…”
Inuyasha
grunted again as he set the plate down and started drying another.
“… and Bambi!
Oh I love that film – I cried so much that my mother had to drag me out of the
theatre…”
Was there no
way to shut her up?
“…I was so
happy when we got the video, but then Grandpa taped over it with some kind of R
rated film about gangster warfare – so there was me traumatized for life the
next time I tried to watch Bambi and all I saw was a man being pushed into the
trunk of a car and being stabbed repeatedly…”
Inuyasha set
down his dry plate with a clang and refused to pick up the next one.
“… which
reminds me of that time when I didn’t take a bath for two whole weeks because I
was scared of getting sucked down the plug hole… hang on… why’ve you stopped
drying plates?”
Inuyasha
shrugged nonchalantly. “I want to wash now.”
“Oh… ok,” she
pulled her hands out of the sink and flicked the soap suds away. “Just hand me that towel and we’ll
swap-”
“No.” Inuyasha
interrupted and put a hand on her shoulder to stay her. “I need you to show me
how to do it first.”
“Oh…” she
turned back to the sink. “Well, first you pick up the dirty plate like so, and
then you…” she trailed off as she became aware of how closely Inuyasha was
standing behind her. His chest brushed her back as he leaned forward to see
over her shoulder. “Um… she struggled to remember what she was saying. “Right,
and you put it in the water and then you use the scrubber to scrub the dirt
off…”
Inuyasha’s
arms slipped beneath hers and his hands moved to join her grip on the plate and
scrubber. “Carry on…” he said, his breath whispering across her hair.
Scenario #7: The whacked out “Ghost”
rip off…
Kagome found
it even more of a struggle to remember how to wash the plates… “And… well… then
you scrub in a circular motion like this…” But with Inuyasha’s hands covering
her own, he was forcing her to wash very slowly indeed… he was making the
simple act of washing up a very sensual act indeed.
“In circles…?”
he affirmed in a low voice as he stepped forward ever so slightly. Kagome found
her hips trapped between the counter and Inuyasha. Her pulse began to race and
her fingers trembled against the plate.
“In circles…”
she nodded slightly, well aware that they were scrubbing a clean plate by now.
“Then what?”
his voice was almost playful beside her ear.
“W-We rinse
the plate…” she reached for the cold tap to let the stream of water wash the
suds away. Neither she nor Inuyasha released the plate as they guided it over
to the stack beside them. “And… that’s how you do it…” she prayed that he would
release her now and let her do the drying a good few metres away from him.
“That was last
plate, Kagome.”
So it was…
“Now what do
we do, Kagome?”
She also
wished that he would stop saying her name in that way… it made as shiver run
all the way down her spine at the way it rolled off his tongue.
“We wash our
hands, with the soap…” she picked up the soap in one hand and turned on the hot
water. Inuyasha’s hands joined hers under the flowing water and Kagome sucked
in her lips as he took over the job and seemed to be washing her hands for her.
She marveled at how large his hands were compared to hers… so strong and so
male compared to her delicate little digits. The pads of his fingers were thick
and callused… and she clenched her thighs as she remembered just where else
those fingers had been.
As his hands
meticulously washed hers, he nudged her head aside and began alternately
kissing and nibbling the shell of her ear. Kagome’s eyes became hooded and she
near melted back against him.
Once again,
Kagome found it all too easy to get lost in the moment as she tipped her head
back against his shoulder and granted his lips access to her throat. His hands
wet hands left hers and traveled up her arms. When those dripping fingers
suddenly arrived under her shirt to press against her belly, Kagome’s only
reaction was to press her hips back against his. It was an interesting
sensation, to have wet but warm fingers splayed across her stomach, and
smoothing down to pass beneath the waist band of her skirt. Kagome’s breathing
grew choppy as she pressed against him even more as questing fingers drifted
over the material of her underwear.
“Kagome… I
want repayment for last night…” he whispered into her ear, causing another
shiver to creep down her spine as a grimace pinched Kagome’s face – a grimace
of pleasure from the way his fingers rubbed her center through her panties.
If he didn’t
stop then she was going to climax right then and there and leave him
unfulfilled all over again.
He seemed to
know that, as Inuyasha took the opportunity to gently spin her around and back
her up abruptly against the counter again. Kagome’s intake of breath was sharp
as she felt a hard bulge pressing against her stomach.
Inuyasha’s
hands restlessly roved over her hips and thighs.
Kagome fought
for sense. “Inuyasha… we shouldn’t…”
“Don’t you
want this?” Inuyasha’s hands cradled her neck as his lips seared kisses across
her face. “You already told me that you do…”
“Not… not like
this…” she whispered, but her body rebelled against her mind as her leg lifted
to rub her inner thigh against his hip.
“Why does you
mouth keep pushing me away when your body keeps inviting me closer?” he teased
slightly, smoothing his hand down her thigh to cup the soft flesh of her
behind. “Is your mouth listening to your brain and you body listening to your
heart…?” He cupped his hand around her other thigh and pulled her up until she
was seated against the counter. Here it was much gratifying to find that his
arousal fit perfectly against the heated juncture of between her legs. “Or is
it the other way around…”
“I don’t… I
don’t know…” she had no idea what he was talking about anyway. All she could
concentrate on was the feel of that hard ridge pressing against her center. Her
fingers gripped the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles had long
since turned white.
When
Inuyasha’s hands moved to grip her bottom as his hips thrust against her,
Kagome found a small yelp escaping from her throat. The heel of one foot
collided against the cupboards beneath her with a sound bang while her other
foot curled around the back of his thigh to keep him as close as humanly
possible.
She wanted him
to do that again, but this time she wanted him to remove the barriers of
clothes between them.
Her body knew
quite clearly what it desired…
“You want me,
don’t you?” Inuyasha breathed, but it wasn’t a cocky observation… it was a
sincere need to know how she felt.
Kagome nodded
erratically. “Yes… yes, I want you.” Dear god, I need him so much it hurts!
I don’t know what to do…
“I promise
you, you’ll enjoy this…” he was reaching down to adjust the folds of his
hakama.
Kagome froze.
There was nothing like Inuyasha’s magic ‘wand’ to reawaken her sense. “Wait –
Inuyasha-”
“No don’t do
that,” he tried to hurry, sensing her swinging mood.
“This really
isn’t a good place to-”
“No where is
to you – let’s just get on with it before you-”
“You make this
sound like a chore-”
“You’re making
it one-”
“SIT!”
Inuyasha
plunged face first into the linoleum floor and groaned in pain as, expectedly,
some of his more precious assets were caught beneath him.
“Sorry!”
Kagome hopped down from the counter and began edging away from him. “Uh… it’s
all… moving too fast for me, ok? And I, uh… I’m going to go out for a while to
buy some more food, ok?”
A scowl
twisted Inuyasha’s face as he pushed himself up off the floor. “Why are you
making this so hard?!” he yelled.
Kagome stood
in the doorway, looking uncomfortable and somewhat guilty. “I’m sorry…”
“Doesn’t it
kill you to pull away from the brink so often – to have that much control?!” he
snapped at her. “Doesn’t it eat at you? You obviously want to break your curb!”
“I don’t!
There is no curb Inuyasha!” she threw her hands down rigidly. “You’re just
pushing me too hard!”
“Bull shit!
You want it as much as I do!”
“No, I don’t!
We want this differently!” she hissed. “I want something special, something
that will last – but all you want to do is get your rocks off! I won’t degrade
myself!”
“I’ll give you
special – if you’d just give me a chance and stop playing around with me!” he
ground out.
“I’m not
playing!”
“Then why do
you keep changing your mind?!” he demanded. “You say you want me but then you
literally push me away!”
Kagome’s mouth
opened but no argument came out. She seemed to have run out of argument.
“Is it because
you’re self-conscious?” he frowned. “Because you’re beautiful, Kagome. I’ve
seen all of you and you don’t have
anything to be ashamed of-”
“I’m not
self-conscious!” she protested.
“Then why are
you shying away from what you obvious want?!”
“Because do
you have any idea of what this all implies?!” she snapped. “Commitment!
Responsibility! There will be repercussions – fortune or no fortune! I’ll never
be able to look at myself the same way!”
Inuyasha
literally growled. “It implies nothing! Sex is just sex – it doesn’t change
people or require commitment and responsibility! You’re just blowing it out of
proportion, again!!”
“And you’re
taking it for granted, again!” she hissed back and whirled to storm out.
“I’m going to get food, I’ll be back soon so don’t follow me!”
He heard her
grab her bag shortly before the whole house shuddered as she slammed the front
door in her wake.
Inuyasha
cursed and slammed a fist against the kitchen table.
Kagome was
making this too difficult…
..
>TBC<
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