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Defensive Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Holy crap this took for-ev-er. Sorry about that. It fought me tooth and nail the entire way. Hope it's good enough to make up for some of the wait!

By the time the two arrived at the university, Kagome was biting her tongue to hold back a fit of laughter. As soon as the doors closed and the car was turned on, Kouga’s entire aura shifted, radiating a growing anxiety the longer they drove. She could almost see the wheels in his head turning, creating all the worst-case scenarios that could possibly happen.
Rather than soothe his nerves, she remained silent, curious to see how far it would actually go. The wait was rewarded; if he held that steering wheel any tighter, he was going to rip it off.
She waited for them to find the field, pulling into one of the parking spots and watched him slowly turn off the car. If she looked closely enough, his fingers were shaking and she was pretty certain he hadn’t blinked the entire trip. She had never seen him this nervous. She unbuckled her seat belt, grabbed her wallet and hopped out of the car, only to look back and see him frozen in his seat. Smiling, the miko went around the car and pulled open his door.
“Kouga,” she murmured, not fighting back the smile when he about jumped out of his skin to look at her. “It’s going to be just fine.”
His jaw clenched, neck shifting as she saw him swallow. Taking pity, she reached out, cupping his cheek in her hand. Angling his head down to meet hers, she pressed her lips to his. The moment they touched, something in him snapped. His hands shot out, one palming her head as the other snuck around her back and hauled her off her feet. Pure youkai strength held her against him, bending and molding her to fit along the length of his body.
His kiss was demanding and she fought back, refusing to submit to the lashings of his tongue. Hands gripped his shoulders, fingers itching to tangle in his hair, but she resisted, not wanting to ruin his ponytail. Instead, they delved into muscle, clenching over sinewy strength as she swept her tongue into his mouth, tasting his own, testing his fangs.
A jerk from one of them – she was too far gone to know who – at the wrong moment and his fang pierced her. Acute pain hit as she heard him groan, low, husky, needy. His hands tightened on her waist and he sucked, drawing out the coppery taste of her blood into his mouth. His youki crackled over her, bursting out from him in a blast she hadn’t felt from him before and his body shuddered against her as he kept up his ministrations on her mouth.
She felt those fangs lengthen, his claws sharpen, and knew she had to pull away. Slowly, she extracted her tongue from his mouth, allowing him a few last pulls as she retreated, taming the kiss back from its previous ferocity. When her lips left his, he broke, nose burrowing into the curve of her shoulder, arms fully engulfing her frame.
Kagome stayed close, moving her hands up and down what she could reach of his chest. His harsh panting over her neck calmed, idly moving toward the normal rhythm of his breaths. She felt it when he regained control, the tension in his shoulders leaving, the powerful youki drawing back into him. She moved her arms, reaching around his neck to slowly trace her fingertips over the base of his skull.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his lips moving against her skin as he spoke. “You smell so good and then to taste–” His words broke off as another shudder wracked down his spine.
She continued her soft massage over his hair, allowing him time to return. “I’m sorry for fighting you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the skin available to her just past his pointed ear.
“You can fight me like that any time you want.”
She smiled. The teasing lilt was back in his voice, dancing over the rasp of leftover desire. “Come on,” she urged. “We should find a seat before the game starts.”
He nuzzled once into her neck, pressing a soft kiss over her pulse before releasing her. She stepped back to see the final bits of crimson leave his eyes as he glanced over to the field entrance. His face morphed, the line of his jaw hardening slightly.
“Kouga.”
His eyes flew back to hers.
“My mother will love you.”
A telling heartbeat, and then his cocky smile was back on his lips, revealing that hint of fang. “Of course she will. How could she not?”
Despite his bravado, he followed her to the field with wide eyes and stiff shoulders. Being nervous was new to him. He was an Alpha, an established one, and had met his fair share of intimidating figures. He looked down at his miko, drawing comfort from the soothing aura she was radiating. Even with the added tension of her period, she was focused on calming him down.
No wonder impressing her mother meant so much to him. He never wanted to lose her.
“Kagome!”
Kouga followed his miko’s gaze up to see an older woman standing in the seats waving down at them. She was taller with short brown hair and while he could see a resemblance between the two, Kagome must have taken after her father. He followed her up the steps, catching himself from watching her hips move back and forth as she moved.
The ookami really did not want to be caught checking out her ass in front of her mother. He had a feeling it wouldn’t make for a good introduction.
He watched as the two greeted, her mother engulfing Kagome in a hug and saying hello before politely turning toward him. It took every ounce of control to keep from bouncing between each foot in anticipation.
“Mama, this is my boyfriend, Kouga.”
He held out a hand in greeting, only to be taken by surprise as the older woman ignored it and pulled him into a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Kouga,” she said, stepping back. “I’m Yumi.”
Yumi gave him a welcoming smile that was identical to Kagome’s and he suddenly felt right at home.
***
“How was that not offside?” Kouga asked in absolute confusion as the players on the field took position for a goal kick.
“The striker wasn’t past the defender when the ball was kicked,” Kagome answered easily, eyes never leaving the field as the goalie launched the ball down the field.
Kouga sat there, trying to make sense of what he just heard and coming up short. “What?”
“Kagome, switch seats with Kouga.”
A sigh paired with a pointed look later, Kouga found himself gratefully sandwiched between the two Higurashi women. It became very apparent that while Kagome was talented in many things, teaching was not one of them.
“Offside is based on where the players are positioned before the ball is in play,” Yumi explained. “The forward was onside when the ball was kicked, so he’s not punished for being faster than the defenders.”
That made a bit more sense.
The two fell in a good rhythm, Yumi patiently explaining the ins and outs of the sport. By halftime, Kouga felt comfortable around the woman, having no issues continuing their conversations.
“So how did you two meet?”
“I was one of her TAs,” he answered easily, smiling at the memory of Kagome entering his class. He had done so well to not form attachments to students, then she walked into his classroom and ruined his record.
“You teach history?”
Kouga cocked his head, intrigued as to how she knew that. “Yeah?”
“So you’re the hot history TA Kagome had a huge crush on?”
“Mama!”
A stunned ookami turned to look at his embarrassed girlfriend, absolutely shocked at what he just heard. “You had a crush on me?”
A blush flew up her cheeks. “Every other girl in that class did.”
“I wasn’t interested in every other girl.” The words flew out before he realized what he was saying. He felt his cheeks burn and turned to the field to watch the refs return to the grass.
“You…”
“Yeah, but not like I could do anything while you were in my class,” he bit out. “By the time I saw you after the semester ended, you were with that kid that followed you around like a lost cub.”
“I only went with Hojo because you never showed any interest!”
The argument was broken by Yumi’s ringing laughter. Both ookami and miko turned toward the woman, their slight aggravation at her mirth slowly shifting to amusement. Before long, the three of them were laughing together over the past misunderstanding.
“What happened after that?” Ms. Higurashi asked when the laughter subsided.
“Nothing, really,” Kouga answered. “I graduated and went back to my teaching position while she finished out her degree. We had mutual friends, and after they all graduated, we started hanging out more.”
“And neither one of you knew you both had crushes on the other?”
He could hear where Kagome got her teasing from. “I guess not.” He spared a glance at the quiet miko next to him, blush still staining her cheeks. Wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, he pressed a kiss to her hair before drawing in a deep, soothing breath filled with her scent. “I’m glad we figured it out.”
***
Kagome had been quiet for the entire car ride home from the game. There had been some talk about getting her car, but Kouga insisted on taking her to work the next morning. She was too tired, her exhaustion showing in every part of her features and Kouga didn’t want to chance her driving like that. After that conversation, they had driven in silence, her hand cradled in his when he wasn’t shifting gears.
It had been nice to meet her family after the initial panic attacks. Souta definitely took after his mother; the two were nearly spitting images of each other. However, he was able to see a lot of Kagome’s traits in Yumi. They really seemed like a close family.
He pulled into his garage and the two made their way into the house. He followed Kagome to his bedroom, eager to crawl into bed with her. While it wasn’t too late, Kouga found he really just wanted to curl around her and quietly end the day.
So it came as a complete surprise when she grabbed his shirt and pushed him onto the bed, dropping down to her knees in between his thighs. Those hands were on his jeans, unsnapping the button and tearing down the zipper before he realized what was going on. A quick sniff told him he hadn’t missed anything. While her actions were appreciated, there was no arousal in her scent.
Unfortunately, his cock didn’t listen and sprang to life under her ministrations.
“Kagome,” he protested, pushing himself up to look down at her. She ignored him, much to his confusion, and shimmied the denim down his legs. “Kagome.” Again, ignored. One hand gripped him through the cotton of his boxer briefs, gliding up and down the hard length.
When something akin to dread hit his nose, he knew he had to put a stop to this.
His hands went to her shoulders, holding her back away from his lap. When he felt her struggle, he slid up her neck, carefully cupping her jaw to tilt her gaze up at him. Exhausted blue eyes met his gaze and he leaned forward, guarding his hips with his chest. “Kagome, what are you doing?”
An eyebrow rose and he hastily changed his words.
“I mean you’re not into this. You said earlier nothing would happen. So why are you forcing yourself to do something you obviously aren’t into?” His voice was soft, genuinely wanting answers no matter what the appendage between his thighs was doing.
“Well, you want it.” While technically a statement, the inflection of her tone morphed the phrase into a question. However, a pointed look at his lap helped make her point.
“Not if you don’t want to do it, I don’t,” he answered. “As much as I love your mouth on me, it’s not worth it if all you really want to do is crawl into bed and sleep.”
Her eyes widened as shock mixed with relief crossed her face. The woman was a mystery at times.
“I told you earlier, I’m not doing anything you don’t want to do, and you don’t want to do this.” Slowly, his hands left her face and traveled down her shoulders, urging her to stand to her feet. He rose with her, pulling her toward his chest and tucking her head underneath his chin. They stood there for a few moments before the question battering around his mind forced its way to his tongue. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why force yourself?”
Her arms wrapped around him and a breath left her, releasing the tension that had knotted up her back. “Because you’re forced to deal with the scent of my blood.”
Her tone confused him as much as her words did. It wavered, holding all sorts of insecurity he wasn’t used to hearing from her. “I have a feeling I’m going to regret asking, but what does that have anything to do with this?”
She took in a breath and slowly pulled back, only far enough to look up at him. “I was taught that since it’s my blood attacking your senses, it’s my responsibility to satisfy your needs.”
Kouga stared down at her for a moment, those words taking their time to sink in. As soon as they did, his response was instant. “That asshole made you feel guilty because he couldn’t control his cock around your scent?!” The words barely made it out of his throat, riding along a rumbling growl he couldn’t hold back. Immediately, he pulled her back to him, this time burying his nose in the curve of her neck.
“He didn’t make me feel guilty,” she murmured. He forced himself to breath and found that while she wasn’t outright lying, she wasn’t being completely honest either. “I mean, he didn’t guilt me into doing anything. He…”
It was one of the hardest things Kouga did that day, but he sank his teeth into his tongue and remained silent, waiting out the rest of that thought.
A sigh blew out. “He simply exercised his control.”
“What control.” Dammit. He wasn’t trying to snarl at her.
Her shoulders stiffened and he instantly felt like an ass. “Kouga, trust me when I say that you don’t want to hear the answer to that right now.”
He remained quiet again, taking in her words. She was right; he didn’t want to hear anything else concerning the daiyoukai and the past…relationship his miko had. But when that history was butting into their current relationship? Answers or not, some things had to be said.
Pulling back, he looked down in those beautiful eyes and gently brushed her hair behind her ear. “No matter what happened, what he did, or what he taught you, you are not responsible for satisfying my needs.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “The only thing you are responsible for right now is taking care of yourself.”
He saw her eyes flicker down to his hips and mentally cursed his half-hard dick that still hadn’t gotten the message.
“Ignore that,” he teased, hoping to bring some lightness to the conversation. “You’re exhausted, so I’m not having you do anything but get in that bed and fall asleep. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of the woman I–”
Love.
Holy fuck.
He loved her. And he almost just spat it right out there. Without even thinking about it. Without even realizing it. He almost just threw that word out there without any preparation, without any forethought. Had there even been enough time to fall in love with her?
Stupid question. He had been around humans too long. Having known her for years was enough time for the wolf in him to have fallen. Dating this woman for two and a half weeks? No wonder it smacked him upside the face.
A poke to his side pulled him out of his thoughts and he realized he had been staring at her, mouth wide open as thoughts of love danced in front of his eyes. A breath told him his girlfriend was confused. “Kouga?”
Ignoring her question, ignoring his unfinished sentence, he bent down to capture her lips with his. A hand cupped her head, angling her into him as he coaxed her lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled back, he smiled at the expression on her face; half-lidded eyes, parted lips, a slight flush to her cheeks.
“Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Within ten minutes, he had her snuggled in his arms underneath his sheets, his steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
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