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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Getting to the bathroom and into the tub had been quite the arduous adventure, but after nearly half an hour of cautious pushing and pulling on Kagome's part (she had dragged him the entire way there on his sheet, explaining to him that she was too nervous to let him take even a step) and more than a dozen hasty glimpses of smooth upper thigh on his, a thoroughly scrubbed and sweet smelling Inuyasha sat in an empty tub gently drying himself with a yellow bath towel, while the large cotton towel that had replaced his modesty wash cloth, lay across his lap. She had given him two after the water had drained. One to dry himself, and the other to keep things...hidden.
“It was an accident. I swear, Kagome!” Inuyasha bid the back of her head, as he wiped the moisture from under his chin. He leaned forward and lightly tugged a damp tendril of hers that had plastered itself to the inside of the tub as she leaned against its rim.
Silence.
It really had been a mishap.
Yes, she had handed him a thin scrap of washcloth with which to cover himself while she helped him to bathe. And yes, she had warned him that the consequences of even accidental exposure would be most severe.
He supposed she would not have been so adamant about bathtub modesty if he hadn't first cracked a joke about the possibility of jabbing her, but come on! It was just a joke! No matter how proud he was of his piece, he would be the first to admit that it probably wasn't about to poke her in the eye from where she stood.
But she didn't have to bop him on the head and shout in his ear when it came about totally by mistake.
Christ, she had a temper. Hmm.
He really should stop invoking that particular deity. One day he might blaspheme too loud and have some dinky little soldier play hero and try to investigate. Shinto and Buddhism were the only state sanctioned religions, and he didn’t want his loud mouth to bring any attention their way.
It's not that he was religious—it just became habit after years spent in a private Catholic high school. He didn’t know whether to find it amusing or to be a little taken aback at the idea that he was more influenced by American culture than Japanese. Though fluent in the two languages, his Japanese was heavily accented and could be called nothing less than decent, while his East Coast intonation flowed forth without a second thought.
It's just...he wasn't prepared for the impossible way her hands kneaded and palmed soap and fragrant herbs into his skin. And it was inconceivable, the rush through his veins, as her fingers brushed through his matted hair, patiently conquering tangles, all the while revealing excerpts of her life and her interests. Her voice could be considered a smidge too high and had the potential to be annoying, but he heard through filtered ears: he was smitten and knew it.
Warm water, chalk full of medicinal herbs, and various salts and powders (plus the large helping of ramen she had fed him as the tub had filled) served to lull him into a trance; the lilt of her voice was the swinging pendulum.
One minute he was in ecstasy as she treated his scalp and relayed an old story about a hanyou and an ogre that her grandfather had passed down, and the next in Hell, as his ears were assaulted with the sting of his own name.
Opening his eyes at the blunt rap to his skull, he had been greeted with the sight of his erection exposed to the cool air as the washcloth floated idly near his knees. The memory was vivid.
Yeah. Not one of his best moments.
“Aww, come on Kagome! I was fallin’ asleep! You—” he stopped as her shoulders hitched forward in a jerky manner, her hand going to what he presumed to be her mouth.
Was she so disgusted that she was gonna puke? Wait... was she crying? He wished she would turn around and face him.
Kagome sat against the lip of the tub, her back to the hanyou, so that she failed to see his eyes forcefully taking her in. Her dress was damp, her neck stiff, and her arms achy. As she leaned back a bit, she thought she may well die of embarrassment.
Puffing her cheeks full of air, she released her laughter as she recollected what had transpired a short time before.
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Successful in lowering him into the tub, Kagome stepped back and brought her hands together in an industrious clap. Go time.
But first, she thought it prudent to take a moment to mentally prepare herself for the task of giving Inuyasha his bath.
She envisioned laundry to be pressed as she helped him out of his shorts, making sure her head was turned askew the entire time. She thought of books to be read as she tossed a modesty wash cloth over her shoulder into the waiting lap of the naked man.
And for as long as she could, especially after eliciting a moan from him as she massaged the dirt from the tips of his hanyou ears, she tried to pretend she was bathing her grandfather.
It was no use.
She had been in a sort of stupor as she scoured him of blood, dirt and sweat and never before had she felt such a galvanic rush.
It was more than excitement—it was a sense of familiarity and restrained eagerness as she ran the sponge down the length of each arm. She delighted as he arched a bit when she swathed slothful circles around his broad chest and peaked nipples, ever wary of his wound.
She was glad he couldn't see her toothy smile every time he craned his neck this way or that so she could scrub behind each velvet-soft ear and with the drip-drip-dripping of the faucet and the wringing of her sponge and the cacophony of his breath, growing heavier with each and every skin to skin contact—it became too much.
So she started to chat without direction, revealing more than she had in the entire time he had been in her home, just to keep herself from the perverted thoughts that were demanding entrance into her mind.
Kagome blushed to admit to herself that she spent much of the time staring at the hand holding the washcloth and daydreaming a little about what was underneath. Aye, Kagome, not daydreaming.
Fantasizing.
She imagined herself stationed in front of the tub, hands on her hips, before a sultry faced hanyou. In her musings he was reclined enticingly, his hand gently kneading the enigma beneath the spare cloth until he smirked and tossed the rag to the corner of the room. Kagome followed the wet cloth on its journey to the floor and when she returned her gaze to Inuyasha....that's when non-dream Inuyasha’s hand essentially slipped and Kagome got more than a quick glimpse of waving white pubic hair and hardened hanyou cock. She had turned and slinked against the tub, giving him a sound clock on the head and a scold.
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Finishing her reveries, she tried to hide the laughter that burst forth at the timing of such a slip, and could faintly hear Inuyasha speaking to her.
“Shit, Kagome, I didn't think it was a secret that I had a penis.” He was thinking that she needed a little lesson in anatomy when she turned, eyes indeed shining, but with a look of mirth and lips defeating a laugh.
“Bitch! I thought you were mad!” his features relaxed and he rested his head against the lip of the tub.
“Embarrassed, yes, mad no,” she chuckled. “Inuyasha, I know what to expect from a naked man. But that doesn't mean you can whip it out whenever!” Don't lie, she told herself, he was MUCH more than you expected.
Inuyasha clenched and a heat inside him fogged his consciousness for a split second. He didn't want to think about Kagome and naked men.
“So how do you know Kagome? Firsthand experience?” he kept his voice light, but Kagome caught the edge to his words.
Instead of reassuring him, she smiled cryptically, gleefully noting the narrowing of his eyes to her lack of response.
He opened his mouth to speak but thought twice and clamped his lips shut. He would be patient now, he thought to himself, but planned on wheedling that kind of information one way or another. Never mind that it wasn't his business—it was HER. SHE made him think and act in ways, he acknowledged to himself, that ordinarily he would be careful to avoid.
Kagome stood up from her squat and left the still slightly steamy room. He listened for her and made out the creak of the secret door's hinges as it opened and the slight thud as it shut. In her absence, he tried to hurriedly dry his private areas; but he had no need to rush as it was at least fifteen minutes before she began to pad back to the bathroom.
She stepped through the doorway but came no further, leaning against the frame in a way that made him wanna jump outta the tub and wipe that smug little look from her face. Oh, yeah, he would get some answers from her smart mouth.
“I think Sango took your bag by mistake. I found a couple of hair combs wrapped in an apron and some framed pictures in one, and some jeans and t shirts in another, but nothing you can wear over your leg just yet.”
“That's mostly my mom's stuff. Well, what we could salvage and what I managed to keep. We didn’t really pack many clothes. Sango mostly took photo albums and a bunch of her dad’s stuff. You know, stuff you can’t just buy at the store.”
Kagome turned her entire body and stood with a blank look as she faced the hanyou. He rubbed the fluffy towel that covered his lap, avoiding her eye.
“I never got to say…about your mom…”
“It's ok, you don't have to say sorry or anything. It's not your fault.”
“I know, but,”
“It was mine.”
“That's not—”
“The truth? Yeah it is. She's dead because of me. Because of me and my old man.”
Kagome walked to him and dropped carefully to her knees onto the damp mat beside him. She remained silent.
“Government soldiers came looking for me. They received a tip that I was in the country. Probably Sesshomaru getting me back for his impromptu haircut,” he smiled weakly. “Anyways, she wouldn't tell them where I was hiding, but Kagome, it’s not like she even knew,” a bout of anger rose and the monotony of his voice wavered. He held a clawed hand into a fist near his face. “Like I would put my mother in that kind of position! They wanted to search the house, but she knew they would prolly take my dad's stuff. It was the stuff my mom treasured more than her life that they would have confiscated. His sword and their wedding photos and letters and pictures of us together. A human woman, her demon mate and their hanyou son.” His voice grew lower. “She didn’t even really fight them—just told em’ they couldn’t go in so they shot her with a purifying arrow through the heart. Sango said she died instantly. The bastards didn’t even bother checking the house after that. Just left her on the street. Thank God Miroku was there to help Sango arrange everything. I mean, it should have been me, but…whatever.”
“Oh, Inu—”
“I know you'll tell me it wasn't my fault, that she made her choices and she knew the risks, etcetera,” he graced her with a slight upturn of his lips. “But I do blame myself, so don't bother.”
Kagome placed a smooth, warm hand atop the larger, clawed one that now grasped the porcelain edge. “I'm sorry she had to make the choice between her life and the memory of your father," she said plainly.
Despite his grief, or perhaps because of it, the surge that ran through him at her touch threatened to send him out of the tub and into her arms. He wanted to be held—more than held—he wanted to be enveloped by his beautiful, solemn savior. The simple expression she gave him made it evident that she did not offer pity, but consolation.
And the comfort he needed, he wanted only from her.
Gazing directly into her alluring eyes, she seemed to take the weight from his shoulders and in that instant he made up his mind. No more games. No more arguing over mistakes and baka hanyou who ignored their true desires.
He was going to kiss that girl.
Sooner, rather than later, and he would make damn sure that it was a proper kiss, unlike his first attempt.
“Well, you know,” he started, “I still have Sango and Miroku. My brother and Rin. Sessh's mom and some cousins and friends and—”
Kagome interrupted his listing. “And me.”
“You.” The word was nearly a question. Kagome nodded and pulled her hand from where it sat upon his.
Before the moment grew any more uncomfortable, the girl continued. “Yep. Now I'm going to go scrounge up something for you to wear that's comfy and easy to move in. Do not try to leave this tub without me," she waved a finger for emphasis. "Got it?”
“Yes, mam!” He replied spiritedly, bringing a flattened hand to his temple in salute.
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She returned shortly with a pair of starched black undershorts and a faded man's blue dress shirt, loose at the cuffs.
He noticed her return, but was busy combing through the mess of his bangs, so Kagome stole a quick measure of the nearly naked man.
He had put on some weight since his arrival, and the natural hanyou muscles were once again prominent. She couldn't help but stare at his exotic white mane which she would probably end up braiding to keep the locks comfortably out of his face. The sinew of his abdomen was evident and the towel became an unwelcome deterrent now that she knew what mystery it restrained.
By human or hanyou standards he was undeniably handsome, and she had to will herself away from the pull of his aura.
She had only been with one man, but it was Inuyasha’s form—long-limbed and muscular—that occupied her thoughts of late and for a moment she was all but overcome with carnal lust.
“Here,” she tossed him the shorts and whipped the shirt over her shoulders, deciding to help him into the shirt when he was on his fresh pallet. “Put those on.”
She studied him a moment before turning her back, allowing him to slip on the shorts. “How are you feeling? I mean pain-wise?”
Between the occasional grunt as he shimmied into the shorts, he managed to reply. “A hell... of a lot better, now that... you mention it.” He brought his elbow to a bend and made a motion that resembled a chicken flapping its wing. “I didn't even think about it much till you said something.”
“I used the rest of the most potent of salts and herbs in your bathwater,” she explained, her back still to him, as she bent over to scratch an itch on her leg. She didn't notice the hanyou stop his dressing to admire the sight. “I was reading in one of my grandfather's old books about different mixtures and potions, and I thought since you were pretty immobile to begin with...” she trailed off and glanced behind her impatiently.
“Hurry, I want to get you back in bed. After I checked your bag, I took the opportunity to change the bedding as well. You need to sleep and I need to not have my heart race a mile a minute while you’re out here.”
“Yeah I'm done,” he told her. “Hey, tomorrow can you find something stronger to tie my hair back with? My hair keeps falling into my face.”
“I was just thinking about that. I’ll do it once you’re settled in for the night,” she replied and sat on the closed toilet seat. “In case my blend didn't work or wasn't powerful enough, I want you back in bed before you pass out or something.”
She clapped, “So, up and at em.” While seated, she leaned over and with arms extended, moved to position them on the either side of Inuyasha.
From her cue, Inuyasha cautiously used the now dry sides to hoist himself up as Kagome guided and braced him up. In her seasoned grasp, he did not fear falling down. Hauling laundry sacks had one upside, it seemed.
He struggled, Kagome noticed. His arms trembled and his brow creased in effort, but he was soon up and out and now sitting on the toilet seat she had vacated.
“Last chance to go in the toilet till tomorrow,” she warned, her arms still wrapped around him. She tried to ignore the beating of her heart, but it seemed to pound until she was sure he would not only be able to hear it, but feel its pump against his skin.
“Nah, it's ok, I went in the tub.” he told her with a wicked smile.
“Why?” she moaned into his shoulder as he laughed. He couldn't see her face, but he could imagine her expression.
“Cuz I had to go and I knew you wouldn't let me out, and it was warm...and it doesn't matter,” he waved his hand dismissively. “We emptied and refilled that tub like four or five times.”
She palmed the upper part of her face in exasperation. “And I was under the impression you were housebroken.”
“Funny,” he stuck his tongue out at her. Funny.
Funny how she could make him feel so childlike and full of mirth one moment and a red-blooded man the next. She sure was funny like that.
Kagome wheezed as he put more weight on her as he stood erect. She must have mixed the bath potion right, she thought with pleasure. Her mirth was derived not from pride of her own skill at spiritual healing, but from the evidence that he would be ok. That she wouldn't wake up and find him dead one morning. The thought had been in the back of her mind, nagging and popping up, managing to bring an end to many a good mood.
He leaned against her so that that they were side by side, the taller hanyou and the dark haired young woman. He had his good arm wrapped around her waist, to both her delight and his excitement. Step by step they made progress towards the door. It was very slow going. She could tell he was eager, but she held him back and guided him with her own guarded pace.
“Kagome,” he breathed heavily as he shuffled. “You are incredible. I mean—I can't—I wouldn't be here without you,” he turned his head down towards her, wanting her to see his sincere appreciation, and at that exact moment, she tilted her own neck up, so that the two were face to face, nearly nose to nose.
Still in each other’s assistive embrace, Inuyasha and Kagome both stilled as the proximity to cheeks and lips and neck were silently pondered upon. She breathed out a little gasp of surprise, and Inuyasha could swear he could taste the tea she had sipped a couple hours before.
Inuyasha swallowed, his lips suddenly parched, and inclined his head a mere fraction down towards hers. Her nearness made him heady and he thought back to his earlier decision. No more games. No more beating around the fucking bush.
It was the longest ten seconds either of them had ever experienced. Kagome was surely trembling and he noted that her grip on his upper back only tightened. His ear flicked towards intrusive sounds from outside, but caught in the moment, he was unable to break the spell of her nearness.
The language of her body encouraged him and he lowered his face the few centimeters gap that remained. Her heavy lidded lashes fluttered slightly in response to the skim of his tongue as he quickly moistened his bottom lip. Head tilted, he parted his own mouth and as his eyes closed and her arms fell to his hips—that’s when the room exploded around them.
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