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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: Ugh. It's been so long. My muse disappeared without a trace and still hasn't returned. I struggled through this chapter with the hope that she'll come back soon. I barely read through this, so please forgive any mistakes.
I hope you like it. We're getting places!
Like most mornings on her period, Kagome woke up aroused, restless, and wanting. Unlike those mornings, she also woke up to a hot, heavy, deliciously hard length undulating against her rear. Everything throbbed in response, tingling spasms bursting from her core and washing over the expanse of skin exposed from her twisted shirt. That rod pressed further against her, turning her over as the large body behind her followed. Hips rolled against her cheeks, one thigh pressed between her legs, lips caressed her neck–
“Fuck.”
The body vanished. Her eyes flew open in time to see Kouga stalking to the bathroom, muscles pulled taut from tension rippling over his back. The door closed a little louder than she assumed he intended and within seconds, the shower was running.
The miko stared at the closed door, her body thrumming in arousal. She was torn, wondering if going after him was a good idea. When a soft, low groan escaped the bathroom, the decision was made for her and she couldn’t ignore it any longer. She shot off the bed and followed his path, quietly opening the door and peering inside.
She trembled. Through the cloudy glass of the shower door she could make out his figure, standing under the spray of the water as telling motions around his hips spoke of the explicit things his hand was doing. She pulled the door closed, careful to keep the latch silent, and quickly stripped off her clothes.
She was too aroused to think about what removing her tampon would do.
He groaned immediately and she watched his head toss back, hips now moving against his hand. Kagome couldn’t even stop to think. She grasped the shower door and slid it open, her eyes locked on the sight before her. The long line of his neck was arched, water trailed over his shoulders and down his hard chest, droplets following the lines of his abdomen, then she lost thought all together.
The large, strong hand that had aroused her so many times was fisted around the base of the long, thick cock that had pounded so much pleasure into her.
She ignored the sudden blast of water when she stepped in the shower, she dismissed the small sparks of pain when she dropped to her knees, and she didn’t even notice those eyes open and look down at her in a mix of desperate need and tortured agony. Her mind was filled with the heat of his body, the texture of his skin, the taste of his arousal. Her lips descended, stroking over and down until she met his hand.
It wasn’t enough.
She tugged his hand away and continued, forcing her throat to relax. She felt his tip pop over the initial resistance and then her nose was pressed against the soft hair on his skin. His groans morphed into words, her name leaving his throat in a broken, raspy gasp. She wanted to see him, wanted to watch him watch her. A slight shift in angle and she was peering up, past the stark muscles, over the chiseled jaw line to a hungry, hard gaze. She swallowed around his length, tightened around the intrusion in her throat, and his eyes shut, nostrils flared, lips parted to groan out his pleasure.
When she finally needed air, she pulled back, pursing her lips around his girth as she went. His hands went to her hair, digging in through the now-wet strands and she was pulled back onto him. Deciding to offer him more than she had previously, she kept her mouth closed, waiting for him to meet her gaze.
When he finally did, she couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation that traveled down her spine.
“This,” she purposefully dug the nails of her right hand into his thigh, “means let go.”
His eyes widened. “Kagome?”
She found her hands with his and placed them on her scalp. “Do whatever you want until I do that.” Watching his throat work as he swallowed was the only warning she got until he was pushing her onto his length again.
His cock slid into her throat easier this time. It didn’t take her too long to remember how this worked, the easiest way to swallow him down. As soon as he was past her reflex, she could take advantage, her tongue stroking the underside, her muscles contracting around him. He groaned in appreciation and his hands fisted into her hair, pulling her even closer to him.
She thought she couldn’t get any more aroused than she already was, but when he immediately pulled her off of him as soon as her nails hit his skin, she burned.
Kagome was back on his cock immediately, thrusting him in and out of her throat repeatedly until he caught hint. His hands set the pace with long, deep strokes and the sounds coming out of him urged her further and further. That he was overly sensitive to her limit, actively pulling her off him before she could even apply pressure, urged her further and further.
She ignored the growing ache in her jaw and continued, seeking out subtle changes that brought out reactions; spots to stroke with her tongue that had him hissing out a breath, certain pressure that pulled a groan from his throat, nuzzling the soft fur-like hair at the base of his cock that had him cursing low and dirty thoughts. When his hips started moving in time with his hands, she preened.
“Kagome.”
That was different and she quickly took him in, contracting around his length and pulling his hips toward her. She wanted him to lose control, wanted him to…well. If she were being crude, she wanted him to come down her throat and she was going to make that happen.
Kagome felt when he got there, his hips surging, his fists tightening, and the low, harsh, throaty growl that resonated down his torso. His cock jerked, tensed, then throbbed, shooting his seed out and coating the walls of her throat. She forced herself to stay relaxed, nose buried against black hairs as she swallowed around him, drawing out everything he had. He shuddered above her, gasping out breaths and curses and staccato grunts of her name. When she slowly drew back from him, sucking along his thick length, he let out a throaty groan that went straight to her core.
She peered up at him, his blue eyes staring down at her as he panted. She caught her breath, then with a wicked thought traced her upper lip with her tongue. Hands were on her arms, she was yanked off her knees, and his mouth swallowed her yelp when her back was pressed against the cool tile on the wall.
His tongue invaded, plundering her mouth before he sucked her on her lip, those sharp fangs needling against the sensitive skin. His hands were on her hips, sliding her up the wall as his mouth trailed down her torso. It only took a second to realize his intention. She found she was too aroused to care.
Her legs were thrown over his shoulders as his hands adjusted their grip to her rear, holding her still against the shower wall. She watched as Kouga leaned in, pressing his nose to the top of her mound before breathing in. He shuddered under her legs and then his pink tongue parted her folds.
Moans from both of them echoed in the bathroom.
Knowing that watching would ruin this for her, she allowed her head to fall back against the wall, eyes closing as talented tongue and lips caressed every part of her slick folds, teasing her with light touches and soft licks. It was a surprise, how gentle he was being. She anticipated being devoured, dominated as he took what she knew his instincts were demanding. Instead, he was tender.
No less arousing, though. When her hips started rocking in a silent plea for more, he gave it to her. His tongue thrust in, wriggling against contracting muscles as he stroked her. She matched his rhythm, grinding against his face as she felt the building tension in her core. She wasn’t going to last much longer.
When his lips found her clit and sucked, she didn’t last at all.
White-hot pleasure shot up in a burst as she cried out, her hand fisting his hair and her legs clamping around his head. She felt her head hit the wall from the arch of her back and his hands tightened around her cheeks as she quivered.
Slowly, the tension ebbed away. Her eyes opened and she turned her gaze down to see him staring up at her, blue eyes shining in pride, lust, and something else, something deeper. Something that shot straight to her heart.
Her conversation with Rin echoed in her ears. This was definitely something serious.
***
“Kouga, you really don’t have to walk me up.”
The ookami looked down at his girlfriend and bit back a snort. They were currently in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close and carry them up from the parking floor. He could have simply dropped her off after making sure her car was still in its parking spot, but he couldn’t resist.
“Nope, don’t have to at all.” He flashed her a grin as they began to move up. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
Her reaction was adorable. A light blush flared on her cheeks while her eyes narrowed at him shrewdly. “You’re only doing this so you can piss off Sesshomaru.”
Kouga didn’t even bother to lie.
She blew out a frustrated sigh. “Kouga–”
He interrupted her with a kiss. “It’s not just to piss him off, though that’s definitely a perk,” he rumbled against her lips, loving the feel of their softness brushing against his. “I have some time to spare before I have to head to the school and if I can spend that time with you, that’s what I want to do.”
There’s the smile he was waiting for, the small, shy one that spoke of genuine happiness. “Dork.”
He pressed another kiss to her lips before the elevator slowed to a stop at her floor. He quietly followed her down the hallway to her office, noting the lack of bodies on the floor. “You here early?”
“We have a meeting that I still have a few things to get ready for,” she answered over her shoulder as she walked through her door. “I’ll probably leave early today to make up for it and I didn’t want you to be late for work.”
He shook his head as he wandered into her space. The longer she worked here, the more it looked like her. It wasn’t a huge change from her first day there, but the little touches made all the difference. Her purse went into one of her desk drawers, she flicked her computer on, then settled her coffee mug (well, his mug that she used) onto the desk. “Will I see you tonight?”
Her tone had changed, along with her scent, telling of a sudden surge of shyness. “I was hoping you would.” He stepped toward her, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. “I figured we had some work to get done.”
“Oh? We have work to get done?”
“If you have any work to do, yes,” he replied easily, leaning down to nuzzle into the curve of her neck. “If you don’t, then you can distract me for a change.”
A new scent caught his attention. Sesshomaru just got off the elevator. The anger from the night before resurfaced easily. Before she could react to the subtle tension that appeared in his shoulders, he pulled back and kissed her again, thankful for the extra height her heels gave her. She returned the kiss, lips moving in rhythm with his.
She slowly pulled away from him, a small smile on her face. “Have a good day at work.”
“You, too.” Another small kiss and then he released her, taking his cue. “Your place or mine?”
“Is mine okay?”
The shyness was back and it sent a small pang through him. She didn’t have anything to be shy of. “Of course. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Her answering smile was the one that caught his attention all those years ago. “I’ll see you then.”
He sent her one last lingering glance, taking in the sight of her in dark, form fitting jeans and a gray knit sweater. He loved the more casual looks she reserved for the later days in the week when she was allowed to work for herself. It reminded him of the carefree undergrad with surprising focus toward her studies he met at the university.
Some things never change.
He made his way out of her office and down toward the elevator, knowing what was waiting for him. Sesshomaru’s scent had never moved since he arrived and the ookami had a strong feeling that he wouldn’t be descending down the elevator shaft alone.
Golden eyes met his, a stoic expression shielding any thoughts the inu might have had. “Ookami.”
Kouga held back a smirk. Expressionless or not, that bass held an edge of annoyance. “Inu.”
“To what do I owe this visit?”
“Nothing, really. I was just dropping off my girlfriend.” Ooh. That word hit its mark as those eyes narrowed. Kouga tapped the down button, refusing to look away from the daiyoukai that was apparently a little too possessive over things that weren’t his.
“Leaving?”
“Yep.” The elevator door opened. “Now heading to work.”
“Allow me to accompany you down.”
Blue eyes narrowed as Sesshomaru followed him into the small space, not waiting for a response. As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere shifted. Now out of hearing from his miko, Kouga realized what Sesshomaru had intended. Well, two can play that game.
“Where do you work?”
“I teach history at the high school.”
A sound that could only be called a dignified snort left the daiyoukai. “I didn’t realize you would fit in the school system.”
Kouga let the dig slide. It was a common doubt, most older youkai remembering the ever-running ookami of his past. “It works,” he replied with a shrug. “Don’t have to study events as hard when I can simply remember them.”
“Where does my designer fit in with that?”
With no Kagome around, he didn’t bother keeping a growl out of his voice. “She’s not your designer.”
Cold eyes glared at him, trying to bear down on the wolf. Kouga held back a laugh; he didn’t hold onto his Alpha status this long to be intimidated so easily.
“So what is she?”
“A damned good artist who chose to work on your project.”
“Feeling jealous, Ookami?”
Kouga couldn’t help but bare his fangs. “What do I have to be jealous of? I don’t have to manipulate her to stay by my side.”
The elevator hit the parking floor, but neither youkai paid attention to it.
Fire flared in Sesshomaru’s gaze. “She didn’t do anything she didn’t consent to.”
“Your senses should tell you there’s more than one way to say no.” Sarcasm dripped in his tone and he saw the anger flare at his words.
“And she had a safe word at her disposal,” the daiyoukai hissed, shocking the ookami.
Safe word?
“That miko is more than capable of making her thoughts known,” Sesshomaru bit out. “Do not speak of what you do not know, wolf.”
Blue eyes narrowed in anger, glaring at the inu. “She’s also not yours,” he snarled. “Stop laying a claim you don’t have.”
The two stared at each other, having hit an impasse. To continue would mean bloodshed, as their youki was already battering against each other, sending vibrations up the elevator shaft. The realization that Kagome was sensitive enough to feel it hit the two at the same time.
They reined in their youki, breaking the argument quickly. Kouga stalked out of the elevator as Sesshomaru hit button for his floor.
As the ookami headed for his car, echoes of Sesshomaru’s words bounced around in his head. Safe word. He now wasn’t so sure he could ignore some of his unanswered questions.
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