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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8

Aftermath, A Blind Date, and A Ballerina

Kagome, fully satiated, cleaned the bleeding welts with a wet cloth. A small smile graced her lips every time the hanyou at her feet hissed, bringing forth enticing memories of the hour that had just passed. When she had finally released him from the cuffs, he had fallen onto his hands, causing a satisfied and aroused sound escape her lips. She knelt before him, put a finger under his chin to tilt his head up.

He resisted her at first, and she almost snapped at him. True, their session was over, but a part of her still growled in frustration. The sound that came from the back of her throat was a very close imitation of a sound she had heard him make. His head came up, an amused smile playing across his lips.

The growl died in her throat. Golden eyes were shot through with crimson and she saw faint, jagged purple marks receding from his cheeks.

She was instantly on her feet, taking a step away from him, not quite fearing what she saw, but not understanding it. In a motion too fast for her eyes to follow, he got his feet under him, rushed toward her, grabbing her around the waist and slamming her against the wall.

Her breath gone, she could only concentrate on getting air into her lungs. Between gasps, she felt him bury his face in her neck, felt him hook his hands under her thighs.

Felt him push himself between her legs.

Kagome�s head fell back against the wall, the loud moan surprising her as it passed through her lips.

�Are you afraid of me?� Inuyasha asked, his voice low and rough with desire. She felt his lips moving along the sensitive skin of her neck, felt the hint of sharp teeth there, felt his claws prick the tender flesh on the under side of her thighs.

Shivered in delight at the thought of what those lips and teeth and claws could do to her.

Kagome brought her arms up, buried her fingers in his thick, silky hair, clutching him to her. When she didn�t respond to his question, he pushed his hips against her. It only caused her to forget what the answer should be.

�Are you afraid of me?� he asked again, nipping lightly on her earlobe.

She groaned, shoved his head away from her, narrowing her eyes at him when his amber gaze met hers.

�Why would you even ask me that? Don�t you already know the answer?� To emphasize her point, she grabbed his hips and ground them into hers.

A soft chuckle escaped him as he let go of one of her legs, letting it drop to the floor. His hand braced the back of her neck and he dropped his head again for one more brief nuzzle and nip before releasing her and stepping away. Kagome smoothed her skirt down, readjusted her shirt. She looked up to find Inuyasha watching her.

Not able to meet the burning intensity of his gaze, she shifted her attention to putting everything back in order. He stood in the center of the room, not moving, not speaking, just watching her, as if he were waiting for something. Kagome, finding nothing else to do with her hands, finally licked her lips and turned to face him.

�What, exactly, was that?� she asked.

As if this was what he had been waiting for, Inuyasha let out a breath. �I am only part human. Whenever I feel strongly about something, the other part of me, the youkai side, tries to override everything else,� he said.

�Why did you think I was Kikyo?�

A grimace pulled at his lips. �I think that is a conversation better left for another time.� The grimace turned into a smile. �I�d hate to ruin the mood,� he said, and took the steps that put him directly before her.

He had still not reconstructed the concealment spell around himself. His fangs still showed when he smiled as he ran a claw down her neck, across her collarbone.

�Will you let me touch your ears?�

His claws seemed to have stopped all the neurons in her brain from firing correctly, causing the question to pop out of her mouth before her brain could instruct her mouth to stay closed.

It only caught him off guard for a second. Inuyasha flashed her a toothy grin and lowered his head to her in response. Holding her breath, Kagome raised one hand, carefully touching the appendage between her fingers. She gasped at the softness of the fur covering it and the ear twitched under her touch. She released it instantly, afraid that she might have hurt him.

Inuyasha looked up through his lashes at her, chuckling quietly. �It�s okay,� he said.

He grabbed her hand and placed it back on his ear, laughing again when she made a soft, pleased noise. She ran her finger along the edges, delighting in the velvety fur, loving the small tuft that stood at the tip.

It was when she pressed her thumb and forefinger lightly on either side of his ear, running them from the base up to the tip and then repeating the motion, that she noticed the sound the man before her was making. His whole body seemed to vibrate in a low, satisfied...purr?

Kagome tilted her head to the side slightly, not removing her fingers from his ear, looking into his face. His eyes were small slits, his lips parted.

�Are you...purring?� she asked, her voice soft.

He tugged away from her gentle touch, and Kagome swore she saw a pink tinge to his cheeks. She couldn�t be sure though because he backed her to the wall again, planted his hands against it, on either side of her head.

�Something like that,� he said, and there was a different tone to his voice.

He sounds...embarrassed?

*

Inuyasha was not even aware of the sound he was making until she said something. It was a sound he hadn�t made in a very long time. He felt his cheeks heat, something else that hadn�t happened in a long time.

To cover his embarrassment, he backed her against the wall. Before she could question him about it, he bent his head, ran his tongue up the side of her neck, caught her ear in his teeth, before releasing it and finding a sensitive spot just below it. She let out a groan.

�We�ll have to work on yours,� he said, laughing against her neck.

For some reason, it was the wrong thing to say. She got her arms between them, planted her hands on his bare chest -a feeling that made him almost shudder against her- and shoved him away from her. Inuyasha stumbled to the center of the room, confused by her actions. She stood unmoving against the wall, her eyes wide and looking around her; as if she had just woken from a dream to realize she had been sleepwalking.

When her gaze landed on him, an unreadable expression flickered over her face.

�I have to go,� she said, softly.

She tried to make her way past him, but he caught her arm, pulling her back. �Why?�

�Mr. Takahashi, let me go.�

�Inuyasha,� he corrected. �And no excuses this time,� he said, when she opened her mouth to protest. �This isn�t business. And after what we just did, I hardly think it�s appropriate to be so formal.�

�This shouldn�t have happened,� she said, her voice still soft. She hung her head, letting her bangs fall over her eyes.

Inuyasha nearly growled in frustration. It seemed, for every step forward, he took two steps back with this girl. He raised her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. �Why not?� he demanded. �We are two consenting adults who are attracted to each other.� She opened her mouth again, started to shake her head. �You can�t deny it,� he said, cutting her off, making her eyes widen. He pulled her closer, unwilling to let her get away from him this time. �You can�t, because I can smell it,� he whispered.

If it was at all possible, her eyes widened further, panic flickering through them. He could smell that too. Suddenly, the girl before him was terrified.

�This shouldn�t have happened,� she repeated.

Inuyasha could hear the panic in her voice, could feel it in her frantic tugging against his hold. Reluctantly, he released her, watched as she made her way to the door.

He realized, as the door shut behind her, that he never had the chance to taste her lips.

And, far more importantly, he had never asked her name.

*

Inuyasha looked at himself in the mirror, ran a finger down his chest that had been bleeding a week ago but was now smooth flesh again. The Sacred Treasure of Onadoru had a side to her that most people would not have even fathomed from her quiet, demure attitude at work.

Inuyasha smiled at his reflection. He had known. He had known since that first night. He had seen the satisfied smile on her lips when he had responded so nicely to her snap with her tie.

What he hadn�t known was the skill she possessed in those tiny wrists, the strength that was hidden in her arms. Her strokes had been precise every time. It showed on his body how much control she had, never once making the whip bite too deeply into his flesh.

Inuyasha felt his skin prickle with arousal at his thoughts. Felt red bleed into his vision as it had while he had been handcuffed and helpless, felt his pants tighten uncomfortably.

Sighing, he made his way out of his room, rolling the cuffs of his sleeves up, the edges of his open shirt fluttering lightly behind him. Bare feet fell silently against the hard wood floor as he walked to the kitchen. A dark haired man, who was leaning against the marble countertop sipping a glass of wine, looked up in surprise.

�What�s on the agenda tonight, Miroku?� Inuyasha asked, pouring himself a glass from the nearly empty wine bottle.

The violet eyed man watched him silently for a few seconds. �You sounded like you�ve been having fun when I talked to you,� Miroku said, gesturing to Inuyasha�s exposed chest and stomach. Inuyasha just shrugged and buttoned the shirt up. Miroku sighed. �Sometimes I wish I knew what went on in your head,� he said.

�Trust me, you don�t,� Inuyasha told him, taking a sip of wine.

Miroku eyed his friend, must have decided that he was right. A small smile crept over his face. �You will have to tell me about it later.� He smoothed his hand over his head, tugging at the small ponytail in the back in an unconscious gesture. �The ladies are waiting in the car for us.�

�Then they can wait,� Inuyasha said.

He wasn�t at all happy with the situation. Miroku had decided that Inuyasha needed to get out and mix with a different crowd. He had taken it upon himself to distract Inuyasha from his new obsession as much as he could. Even though the violet eyed man had found a lady that he was interested in as well -Inuyasha suspected it was Sango, but the damn lecher was uncharacteristically closed lipped- Miroku had decided to set them up on blind dates.

�What fun is life if you are constantly stuck with one type of girl?� the dark haired man had said when he was manipulating Inuyasha into the date. �I think it�s my duty, as a man, to experience the beauty of all kinds of women.� Inuyasha had merely grunted something about perverts in reply.

Inuyasha was even less thrilled when they slid into the back of the limo and a whirl of bleached-blonde hair nearly attacked him, skin and hair awash in perfume that made his nose twitch in pain.

�This must be the one you were telling me about,� came the simpering voice. If Inuyasha�s ears had been visible they would have been laid back sharply against his skull. He felt a long fingernail trace along his jaw. �Are you this hairless everywhere?� she asked, and tried to dip her hand into his shirt where he had left the top three buttons undone. He felt nails that were nearly a match for his claws scratch at his collarbone.

�You�re not going to find out,� he said, wrapping his hand around her wrist and putting it in her lap.

The blonde�s eyes widened and she sat back into her seat with a small pout that would have been cute -on a five year old. But something gleamed in her light blue eyes and Inuyasha tried not to squirm in his seat. Miroku and his date -who was much quieter- sat across from them, watching the two with amused expressions.

Now that the girl wasn�t on top of him, Inuyasha could see her more clearly. She had a fairly slender frame, emphasized by the tight clothing she wore. An immodestly short skirt had hitched up to show the curve of her ass as she shifted slightly away from him, crossing long, darkly tanned legs. Her shirt was tight and strapless, her breasts -which seemed out of proportion with her body- almost falling out of it. Normally, Inuyasha would have licked his lips like a dog that had just found a bone covered in meat. Tonight, he just stared out the tinted windows, hoping the evening would pass quickly.

Dinner was a strained affair, Miroku and his date carrying on most of the conversation, while Inuyasha�s date strained to get her hands in his shirt and in his pants. And, while the feeling of those fake talons running up the inside of his thigh was a pleasant sensation, Inuyasha�s mind would immediately remind him of the delicious bite of leather into his skin, the look of lustful satisfaction on his little dancer�s face. It was enough to make him shove the blonde�s hand away, to make him almost growl at her the next time she tried to touch him. She pouted again when he settled for just glaring at her.

But, in the darkness of the theatre, his glare had no affect on her roaming hands. She was persistent at trying to find just the right spot. When her hand brushed briefly over the crotch of his pants, he almost hit her.

�If you don�t start keeping your hands to yourself, I�m going to remove them from your delicate little wrists,� he nearly snarled at her. He heard her gasp, saw her eyes widen in the darkness, and felt a smug, satisfied smile grace his lips. �If you are very good, perhaps I�ll let you look at my ass as I walk away from you at the end of this...date.�

She stiffened, drew away from him, and he could almost smell the anger through the heavy perfume she wore. Miroku, having longer ears than Inuyasha thought he did, chuckled quietly next to him. Inuyasha settled back into his seat, determined to at least enjoy the performance. The lights faded out, his ears picked up the soft movements of people on the stage, and, when a soft glow began to appear, Inuyasha finally began to relax.

What he didn�t realize at first, was that the feeling spread through him because of a faint, familiar scent. The two dancers on stage stood, unmoving. When the music started softly playing, when the woman -who was sitting on the floor, back arched gracefully over her legs- rose, moving in such a fluid motion it looked as if she hadn�t used a single muscle in her body, Inuyasha clenched the rail in front of him. From his vantage point in the box seat, he could see black hair catch and reflect the light back in shades of midnight blue.

He recognized the music instantly, had the cd in his extensive collection, had heard it played by various orchestras all over the world. He watched as she fluttered across the stage, feet whispering against the floor, as graceful and beautiful as the bird she was dancing as. She moved slowly with the music, an adage that was flowing, controlled, effortless it seemed. When she rose up on her toes, she never wobbled, her balance perfectly controlled.

The man on stage with her began to move, and Inuyasha narrowed his eyes as he recognized the wolf demon from the coffee shop. He would have growled when the man started touching her, but they moved so gracefully together that all Inuyasha could do was sit there, stunned at the performance before him. The wolf supported her steps, making already beautiful extensions extraordinary, making her rise gently through the air, making her seem to glide as she moved across the stage. Inuyasha caught his breath as he watched the woman move toward the back of the stage, as she took four running, gazelle-like steps and leapt through the air. Her legs extended in a split, at the peak of her jump, and she seemed to float for an instant before coming softly down on one foot.

Inuyasha felt the air around him shift, noted, out of the corner of his eye, that Miroku had leaned forward.

�Like what you see?� the dark haired man asked. Inuyasha, refusing to take his eyes off the enchanting creature on stage, couldn�t even form the words. He heard Miroku laugh softly. �She�s very good, isn�t she? Top of her class. She�ll be graduating with full honors and an offer to join the city ballet.� He paused, watching the couple as the wolf demon lifted the woman to his shoulder, as he walked around the stage with her, as they glided effortlessly into their final steps. �She�s just what the company needs. Strong, graceful, able to adapt to any character she dances as. The board and I have been watching her since she started.�

�It�s her,� Inuyasha finally managed say.

Miroku looked at him, frowning. �Who?�

�My dancer.�

Miroku�s eyes widened, looked back at the girl on stage who had frozen in a graceful position in the light, back arched, leg extended as the soft glow faded to darkness around her and her companion.

The crowd, who seemed to have been as breathless as Inuyasha, paused for only a heartbeat before roaring in applause, drowning out Miroku�s words.

A/N: *cringes* Don�t hate me for not going into detail about Inu and Kags� �session.� I promise I will write a chapter on it, just bear with me! It�s just that, while I have no problem writing lemons, I�ve never written one that involved...well...BDSM. I�ll get the nerve to write it soon ^_^

Also, I�ve had a few comments about lack of spelling errors. Just to let you know, I�m totally ocd about that kind of thing. I do a lot of editing work and, as a result, I re-read the chapter like three times after I do spell and grammar check (and sometimes I re-read it again and find a mistake and have to go online and correct it). Yeah, yeah...you may think I�m crazy...but my psychiatrist assures me I�m not ^_^
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