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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: They�re not mine, but I can dream, can�t I?

AN: About the �dress rehearsals�--it�s common practice in Asia to encourage a wide variety of sexual experimentation up to--but not including--actual intercourse. In this way, girls can still marry as virgins, but are not entirely ignorant of what will be expected of them by their husbands.

7. Dress Rehearsal

After dropping the bag off on the chair next to my desk, I sank wearily down to sit on the edge of my bed. Although it was clear that my leg wound had not reopened, the slight limp I had started to develop had been enough for Inuyasha to call a halt to the shopping excursion.
He helped me to remove my jeans so that he could examine my newly-healed leg more easily. A few light touches were enough to tell him what the problem was. �Well,� he said, shaking his head slowly, �All that running around didn�t injure it again. It looks to me like your body is still trying to adjust to healing so fast--the muscle is all cramped up.� His hands moved slowly over my leg, carefully kneading out the tightness in my calf muscle.
As the sharp pain gradually gave way to a dull ache, something occurred to me. �Where did you learn to do this? I don�t think this is something you could learn just from watching people at a distance.�
He sighed, moving to lie next to me while his hands, now having removed the pain from my leg, started to glide over the skin of my leg in an attempt to erase the memory of the pain in a wave of soft, pleasurable sensation. �My mother used to do that for me, on the nights when I changed.�
I had always wondered about that, but had been afraid to ask. Maybe now was the right time. �Does it hurt? To change like that, I mean.�
He thought for a few moments. �Hurt? No, not exactly. It feels strange, though--almost like having my head in a sack. I can hardly hear or smell anything. When I was a pup it was worse--I couldn�t understand it, and my mother had no way to explain it to me. I guess I was more worried and confused than hurt. Anyway, she would do this for me when I changed, and I would be able to sleep through most of it.� His attention suddenly returned to the present. �It�ll probably be an hour or so before dinner. Why don�t you get a little sleep?�
My eyelids were already starting to close, and I was lost somewhere between sleep and waking. �Will you be here?� I murmured, asleep before I could hear his answer.

*

Dinner was uneventful, even though it was my very favorite--oden. After we finished eating, it was time for still more planning. Mama was very good at this kind of thing. She always had been. One of my few memories of my father was of him laughing at Mama because she always had lists of things to do, and could always tell exactly how they were progressing.
This situation, however, was really putting her organizational skills to the test. As Souta and Jiichan once again made their escapes, she pulled out a pocket-sized ledger book I�d never seen before. Flipping it open to the first page, she nodded thoughtfully. �Well, we�re doing pretty well so far. We have your clothes taken care of. Rings and flowers are ordered, and I�ve already started to cut the fabric for Inuyasha�s suit. You were right, by the way--the black is perfect for the pants.�
She pulled a folded sheet of paper from the ledger and handed it to me. �I know you wanted to keep things small, dear, so I�ve managed to keep the guest list to less than sixty, including a half-dozen of your friends from school. If there�s anyone you want to add, let me know tonight.�
I nodded slowly, then asked, �So, what do we have to do tomorrow?�
She consulted her list yet again. �First of all, we have to order invitations. That�s why I need to know about the guest list--so I know how many we need to order. After that we have to shop for shoes and start interviewing photographers, musicians, and caterers.� She shook her head. �I think that�s about it--we can work on things like planning the decorations and seating arrangements later on, after we get back.�
Something had been bothering me since we had started all this planning. �Mama, are you sure about this? How are we going to even be able to get a license?�
She sighed, reaching into her bag to extract a thick envelope. �Even though this is a shrine family, not all of us have been priests. Jiichan�s cousin is in a very different line of work. It�s not necessary to go into details, but he arranged for some associates of his to provide the necessary paperwork. I thought it might one day be needed because of all the time he�s been spending on this side of the well. They provided us with a birth certificate and school records.� With a wry glance at the hanyou at my side, Mama continued, �I didn�t know when you were born, dear, so I picked a date in early May--just a few weeks from now. You seem to be physically only a couple of years older than Kagome, so that�s what we put on all the forms.�
I simply shook my head in wonder. For the life of me, I couldn�t figure out what had possessed Mama to do something so obviously shady in providing Inuyasha with a documented history. Somehow, she knew what I was thinking, because she shook her head slowly. �I�ve known that you two belonged together for more than a year now, although I must admit that there were times when I wondered if either of you would ever see it.� Her gaze fastened on the amber eyes of my lover. �I didn�t know if you used a family name--most humans in your time didn�t--so I chose one for you. I hope you don�t mind.�
He flashed a crooked grin. �Depends. What did you pick?�
She blushed faintly and handed him the birth certificate. �All your papers list you as Kanshisha Inuyasha.�
My mouth was probably hanging open, but I didn�t care. I loved seeing the pride growing in his eyes at the thought that Mama would take into account his role in our little community�s lives, giving him a kind of self-respect he had only rarely experienced before.
Although getting him to recognize his own intrinsic value would no doubt be an uphill battle for years to come, the fact that Mama had seen fit to acknowledge his protective nature in his new surname had made a chink in his tough-guy armor that I hoped to gradually widen until the beautiful soul deep inside was exposed for the world to see and appreciate. �Well,� I said, lightly touching the clawed hand that rested on my thigh under the table, �I think it�s perfect.�
By now, I was a little tired. All things considered, it had been a pretty stressful day. Remembering the scene from this morning, I half expected Mama to stop us as we ascended the stairs, but she only asked me if I had put away the things from the shopping bag she had handed me earlier.
When I said that I had forgotten, she asked me to do so before going to sleep. I was a little puzzled: it wasn�t really like her to be so fixated on my clothing, but I agreed to do as she asked all the same. After all, once this morning�s misunderstanding had been cleared up, she had turned out to be a huge help in everything that needed to be done.
Once back upstairs, I retrieved the shopping bag from where I had left it on a chair and opened it. Glancing inside, I quickly shut the bag again, not entirely believing what I had just seen. What on earth had she been thinking?!? The bag was filled with a huge selection of lingerie. I had never imagined that such a variety of styles, colors, and materials even existed, much less that they would be given to me by my own mother. I could feel my face flaming as I remembered what she had said as she handed me the bag: �dress rehearsal,� my foot!
I was so utterly shocked by the contents of the bag that I never heard him approach until I felt the warmth of his body against my back and the powerful arms go around me. �What�s wrong?� he murmured. �I can smell that you�re upset about something.�
I turned in his loose grasp. �Upset? No, not really--surprised would be more like it. Mama has seen fit to supply me with a whole wardrobe of undergarments.�
He shrugged. �So what? I�ve seen your underwear lots of times when we fight youkai--that school uniform of yours didn�t hide very much.�
For a few seconds I didn�t know whether to be outraged or to laugh. Thinking about the simple cotton panties I usually wore, I finally settled for dumping the bag out on the bed. �This isn�t exactly the same,� I said, watching as he carefully lifted one of the tiny scraps of lace with a claw.
It was his turn to look confused. �What the hell is this? It doesn�t look like it would keep you very warm.�
I could hardly contain my laughter. �Do you want me to show you exactly how warm something like this can be?�
Still puzzled, he just nodded. Searching through the pile of lingerie, I grabbed a couple of select pieces, then took my robe from its hook and went into the bathroom to change. I figured that the effect of the change would be more powerful if he didn�t witness the actual transformation. When I returned to my room, he was still sitting there on my bed staring in confusion at a red silk thong that tied at the hips and was decorated with feathers, of all things.
Before doing anything else, I grabbed the pile of undergarments and shoved them into a drawer. Unfortunately, now that I had changed, I wasn�t exactly sure how I wanted to proceed. I mean, I knew that he loved me, but I didn�t exactly want to come off like a whore. I had spent enough time in his world to know that even prostitutes in his time didn�t wear anything like I had on under my robe.
�You were going to show me something?� he said, standing up to pull me into a tight embrace before hooking a claw into the tie holding my robe closed and pulling it loose. His hands were gentle as he slipped the robe off my shoulders, exposing me to his gaze. Apparently I had made a good choice for his introduction to modern lingerie: the black lace half-bra that didn�t quite cover my nipples and matching thong got his immediate attention.
He pulled me even tighter against him, and I could feel the trembling in his muscles as he tried to maintain his control. His hands moved slowly down my back, tangling in my thick hair, as he leaned over to nibble at my left earlobe, causing me to bite back a moan of anticipation and pleasure. After an eternal moment spent like this, he pushed me away from him, turning me slowly in place so that he could get the full effect.
He pulled me back against him once more, my back against his chest, and I could feel a firm heat pressed against the small of my back. I moved slightly, creating a delicious friction between our bodies, and he released a low moan. His hands were locked around my stomach as he moved against me, demonstrating the depth of his own need.
Moving away from him briefly, I turned around to undo his jeans, my fingers fumbling at the button and zipper. I gently lowered his jeans and silk boxers--a concession to which he had reluctantly agreed after a discussion involving the amount of damage a metal zipper could do to unprotected skin--and sank to my knees before him. I had heard some of my friends at school talking about this, and had thought that it sounded pretty gross--until I finally found someone I wanted to share it with.
He was breathing hard, his hands lightly resting on my shoulders, as I leaned forward to place a light kiss on the tip of his arousal. A sudden intake of breath told me that I had done something right, so I moved closer, sliding the tip between my lips. I licked tentatively at the smooth skin, savoring the way his body seemed to go rigid. I was flooded with the scent of him, a warm, masculine, woodsy smell that had always reminded me of a forest after a rainstorm.
Pulling back slightly, I readied myself before moving a little further forward. I had heard a couple of girls talking about how distasteful they found it when their boyfriends insisted on this kind of attention, but I was finding it wonderful. I guess it was just because they didn�t have a beautiful, loving, infuriating man like I did.
I continued to move slowly, a little further forward each time, until my nose bumped against the hard muscles of his stomach. I couldn�t believe that I had managed to take all of him in. It was a little hard to breathe in that position, so I moved my head back. It wasn�t hard to establish a rhythm, breathing when I pulled back from him, using my tongue to massage his member as it twitched in response to my attentions.
I was surprised and a little hurt when he pulled away from me after only a couple of minutes. I raised my eyes to him, unshed tears gathering in the corners. �I thought you would like that�.�
He pulled me back up to my feet, crushing me against his body. �I�ve never felt anything like that before,� he whispered.
I glanced up at his face. This didn�t make any sense at all--if he had liked it so much, why had he stopped me? �Then why did you stop it?�
He shook his head. �If you had continued, I would have had my release, and it wasn�t time for that yet.�
�Wasn�t that the whole point? The girls at school say that that�s what guys want.�
�Selfish bastards,� he muttered. �Maybe some do, but my pleasure depends on yours. Do you know what it was like to see you last night, crying out fore me to stop because it felt too good? I don�t know if it�s an inuyoukai thing, or if it�s just me, but I want that sight again, more than anything in either of our worlds.� He scooped me up, placing me on the bed while he got rid of the rest of his clothes. For a few seconds he just stood staring at me, then he stretched out next to me, his body tight against mine. �I think I see what you meant about those clothes keeping you warm,� he murmured.
He leaned forward, fastening his lips around an exposed nipple, and I gasped as the waves of pleasure moved through me. I arched my back, bringing myself even closer to the source of the pleasure as his tongue teased the nipple to a hard erectness I�d never experienced before. Reaching across my body, he rolled the other nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger, smirking a little as I moaned into his ear. The sound of that moan brought me back to myself a little. �My family�.� I panted.
�They�ve gone out,� he whispered. �Your brother is staying with a friend for the night, and your mother and the old man are going to something called a �movie� after they drop him off. I don�t know what that means, but they sounded like they�ll be out for a while.�
I nodded slightly, the eagerness growing in me yet again. �They�ll be three hours or more, especially if they stop for a snack or something after the movie.�
He lowered his lips to my breast once again, and I suddenly felt like a violin in the hands of a virtuoso. His hands and lips moved across my skin with a sureness I never expected, given his inexperience. While he still pleasured my breasts, moving his lips back and forth between the painfully erect peaks, his hands slid gently down my body, his claws hooking into the elastic of the thong and pulling it down and off my legs.
I shivered as his hands traced the muscles of my legs. It wasn�t vanity that made me think of them as my best feature--two years of hiking around the Sengoku Jidai had left me with what I called �dancer�s legs,� lean and muscular but smoother than those of a track star. Why else would I almost always wear skirts when jeans would be infinitely more practical?
It had become very clear to me that my future mate appreciated the view, even if it did take a near-tragedy for him to finally admit it. In any case, we were together now--however it happened--and I planned to do everything in my power to give him the life he deserved: the life his world had denied him simply because he had been born hanyou.
The feel of his lips gliding over my instep jolted me out of my idle speculations and back to the reality of what he was doing. I stifled a moan as he continued his leisurely assault on my body. I had always thought him to be as inexperienced as I was, and our conversations while I was injured had confirmed that belief. So how on earth could he know how to invoke such incredible pleasure in me?
He slowly worked his way back up my legs, kissing and nibbling his way across my burning skin, clawed hands lightly exploring ahead. I gasped as he paid particular attention to the almost invisible scar on my leg. Although the feeling of him cleaning and tending my injuries had been great, this was amazing. I couldn�t help but wonder if I was turning into some kind of slut, or if I craved these sensations so much simply because they came from him.
His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me motionless in an unbreakable grip, and I could almost feel what was coming next. He leaned forward for the taste that would surely push me over the edge, and I reached down to run my fingers along the outer edges of his ears.
They twitched away from my grasp in what looked like a sort of reflex action, but I was relentless, and after only three attempts I had my prize in my hands. I understood exactly how sensitive his ears were, and I was determined to give him as much pleasure as I could before I was reduced to a quivering mass of jelly by my beautiful lover. Keeping a firm but gentle grip on his ears, I lightly stroked the silky fur, moving my fingers rhythmically from the base to the tips. I could feel him shudder under my hands, his warm breath making my thighs tingle.
While he was preoccupied with what my hands were doing to his ears, I pushed against the mattress, rolling us over on our sides. There was something else that my schoolmates had described for me, and this seemed like a natural development for us. I quickly reversed my position without breaking his grip on my thighs and gave his throbbing member a long, slow lick along the sensitive underside. He stiffened, moaning loudly against my body as I wrapped my arms around his hips, burying his arousal as deep in my throat as I could.
I must have been doing something right, because his hips began moving of their own volition as he buried his face in the juncture of my thighs, licking at my sensitive tissues with a frantic intensity I had never seen in him before. I was getting close to a kind of sensory overload, but refused to relinquish my grip on him. I began to tremble as he continued his assault on me, crying out as he thrust his tongue as deep into me as he could. Of course, my cry was silent due to the fact that his arousal was lodged firmly between my lips, but he could obviously feel it all the same. With a rough groan, he thrust his hips one final time, spilling his seed deep into my throat. He moved gently a few times before pulling back from me without giving up his hold on my hips.
Taking a few seconds to let his breathing return to something like normal, he resumed his meticulous lapping at my opening. This time, though, he kept up a running commentary that had me shivering while he described in great detail exactly how he planned to spend the rest of our lives. I stiffened in his grasp after only a few moments, reaching yet another climax at his hands.
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