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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: Although Uncle Nori is mine, nobody else here is. Maybe once I win the lottery�.

9. Getting It Done

Preparations moved along rapidly. Eri had come with me to the same shop from which I�d ordered my gown, but had surprised us all by choosing a very modest traditional kimono for herself. As she put it, she wasn�t supposed to be the center of attention. Still, the wreath of white rosebuds and rosemary I had chosen would be perfect.
The invitations were ready in less than a week, and we spent a quiet afternoon addressing them for delivery to the friends and family on the guest list. We could be starting to get answers as early as a week in the future. Surprisingly, we managed to find both a small band and a photographer on such short notice even though we had explained that it was going to be an unusual ceremony in several respects because the couple in question were from distinctly different backgrounds.
Mama finished the suit, although I had to take the measurements for the pants: as I had expected, he wouldn�t allow anyone else to measure his inseam. I was more than a little put out that I wasn�t allowed to see the finished product. We made our final trip to pick up my gown and buy a pair of pearl earrings for Eri. Since the best man was a little young, we didn�t bother getting something traditional like jewelry--a new top-of-the-line video game system was more appropriate for my little brother anyway.

We had continued with the �dress rehearsals,� each of them more satisfying than the one before.
The biggest surprise of all came only five days after we had sent out the invitations, when my Uncle Nori from America called to say that he would be arriving the day before the ceremony. I was absolutely thrilled! I hadn�t seen Uncle Nori since his last visit, when I was only eight. Not only was he going to attend, but Jiichan had persuaded him to conduct the ceremony as well.
Unfortunately, I could only guess how he might take the identity of my future mate. In truth, that was getting to be a constant source of worry for me--not so much what other people would think of Inuyasha, but that he would think I was somehow ashamed of him because I was so insistent on concealing his true nature. I could--and did--find ways to reassure him that I could never be either ashamed or embarrassed by him. It wasn�t hard: I asked his opinion on almost everything that required a decision, and actually paid attention to what he had to say. Most of the time his suggestions were good ones, and could be adopted with a minimum of fuss.
I did, however, draw the line at serving instant ramen at the dinner following the ceremony, although I made it clear that there would be plenty of ramen available for when we were finally together after the party. In keeping with both the rather eccentric nature of the plans so far and the very special characteristics of my lover, I had arranged for us to spend a few days at a secluded hot spring. Although most such resorts had all the usual amenities, I made sure that this place was more on the primitive side, consisting of little more than a series of nearby springs with cleared spaces to act as campsites. We would be leaving the day after the ceremony, and would spend what I hoped would be five days--and nights--of simply enjoying each other before returning to Tokyo on our way back home.
Ten days before the scheduled ceremony two decidedly unpleasant things happened. I learned that Jiichan�s half-sister would be attending the ceremony. That was never good: although she was my senior by far, I found it difficult to be more than distantly respectful to her. As a descendant of a shrine family, she was firmly entrenched in the past, and that made it very difficult for her to understand the life I lived. As I thought about it, though, it occurred to me that I was also very much tied to the past, although in a radically different way. I could only hope that she wouldn�t choose to cause trouble for us.
Later that afternoon, I felt the familiar clenching of my abdominal muscles and went upstairs to lie down until the worst of the cramps subsided. I was enormously glad that it had happened now, rather than around the date of the ceremony, but that did little to make me feel any better. On the way to my room, I stopped in the bathroom to take a couple of Midol, but was halted by a firm grip on my arm preventing me from getting the little bottle from the cabinet. �You don�t need those.�
Understanding what I thought were his concerns, I turned in his grasp, reaching up to run a fingertip lightly down his cheek before explaining, �It�s okay. Those are made especially for women at times like this--they�re not dangerous at all.�
�Maybe not,� he murmured, pulling me tighter against his body, �But I don�t think they�ll help you as much as I can.� As I stared at him, wide-eyed, he continued, �Let me try.�
�You don�t understand,� I said, blushing furiously. �It would be�messy.�
�Feh! Do you think I care about a little mess? Come on.� Arming himself with a damp facecloth and a large towel, he dragged me back to our room.
I watched with curiosity as he locked the door before returning to pull me into a heated embrace. Peeling my clothes from my body with a ruthless efficiency that was enormously exciting, he placed me carefully on the bed, the towel beneath my hips. He hadn�t even touched me yet, and I was already trembling. While his talented lips and tongue worshipped my aching breasts, his hands lightly roamed across my skin, causing me to gasp and moan at the sensations he was awakening in me. After some indefinite time during which I simply wallowed in the pleasure he gave me, he slowly placed a line of burning kisses from my painfully erect nipple to my ear. Pulling me even harder against his body, he reached down, lightly massaging the sensitive bundle of nerve fibers located above my entrance. �Do you like this?� he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. �You don�t think a little thing like this is going to make me stop wanting to pleasure you, do you? I think I want you even more now than before. Your scent is even stronger than when you were in heat last week.�
He continued talking, describing in great detail how he planned to spend the days after the ceremony, as I writhed against him, lost in the sensations of his hand against my body. I didn�t know whether he could somehow read the tension in my quivering muscles or whether he could tell my exact condition by scent alone, but he suddenly pushed two fingers deep into me, whispering, �Now, love, scream for me. Scream with all the passion in your soul.�
I don�t know whether it was the fingers he was moving in and out of my body, the passion in his eyes, or his rough, sexy voice that pushed me over the edge. I went suddenly rigid in his arms, my head snapping back as I screamed out his name in my release. Fortunately for both of us, no one heard my cry, as he muffled it with a burning kiss, his tongue thrusting hungrily between my lips in time with his fingers. As the spasms subsided to a random twitching of muscles he rose from my side, cleaned me--and his hands--with the damp cloth, and helped me to the bathroom so that I could pull myself back together while he rinsed the cloth to remove any evidence of what had just happened.
Whether it was the euphoria of my climax or something else, I was suddenly tired. Lifting me easily, he carried me back to my bed. Pulling the light blanket up to my chin, he sat at my bedside, his chin resting on my mattress. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was his beautiful face, eyes shining with love and pride.

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As I had expected, Uncle Nori was more than a little surprised when he met my future husband. Still, he took the news much better than I had expected, and I could only assume that he had been thoroughly briefed by either Mama or Jiichan. He and my lover spent the entire trip back from the airport sizing each other up, and neither of them seemed to be too displeased at what he saw.
The two seemed to gradually warm up to each other over the course of the day. By the time dinner was done, they discovered that they had at least one thing in common: they both wanted me to be happy. After a brief description of his doings in America, where he ran a small Shinto shrine and taught classes in herbal medicine and meditation techniques, he motioned for my mother, brother, and grandfather to leave the room.
He fixed me with a cold glance. �What do you know about the history of the family shrine?�
I reddened briefly, then shook my head. �Not very much, actually. I know that it�s been in the family ever since it was built hundreds of years ago, but that�s about it.�
He nodded slowly, and his features relaxed a little. Now, he seemed more like the uncle I remembered. �Well, then, let me tell you a little story. A long time ago, a miko came to a small village that stood where Tokyo is today. Little is recorded about her origins save that she suddenly appeared in the village one day. Though untrained in any tradition known to the villagers, she was enormously powerful, perhaps the most powerful miko to ever live. She was unlike any other miko, though, in that she took no pleasure in destroying youkai--the legends say that she cared for them as much as she cared for the human population in her charge.� He stood up and paced across the room briefly. �This miko was unusual in other ways as well. She took a mate, for one thing, and it did nothing to diminish her power. In fact, she became even stronger after she married, able to destroy an entire forest with a single arrow, if the old legends are to be believed. She and her mate had several children that we know of, one of whom founded the Higurashi family when he married a daughter of a highly-respected Buddhist holy man.�
Uncle Nori rummaged around on the counters for a few moments before returning to the table with a large platter of chocolate chip cookies. �Some of the villagers left the area, thinking that there was something vaguely sacrilegious about this miko and her family, especially when the area started to attract large numbers of youkai and hanyous. It is even said that some of the early Higurashi had a certain amount of youkai blood.� He stared straight at me. �Have you ever heard any of this before?�
I shook my head, absolutely certain that I would have remembered something like that if I�d ever heard it. �Never,� I whispered, reaching over to grab the hand of the man I would be marrying the next day. �I would have remembered something like that.�
My uncle broke into a huge smile. �Good. I wanted to be sure you were marrying for love, rather than because you were trying to fulfill some prophecy in the old shrine records.�
�No, I never heard that story before. At least, if Jiichan ever told it, it was when I wasn�t listening. What does the old story say about the miko�s husband?�
He shook his head. �Not very much, actually. It refers to him only as the protector of the village, although there are hints that could be interpreted as indicating that he was some sort of nobleman of unusually high rank, although he is said to have preferred living simply with his family. The only other clue in the legend is that it speaks at great length of the enduring love between this miko and her lover. That, more than anything, seems to be the entire point of the story.�
I rubbed at my eyes. It was getting late, and thinking of the complexities of time travel was giving me a headache. Was it true? Was I actually somehow destined to be my own ancestor? I decided at that point to simply put the matter aside for a time--if that was my destiny, it would reveal itself in time, and there was little that could be done to affect the outcome either way.
Besides, I kind of liked the idea that we were destined to be together.
Although it was tradition that we be kept apart until we met at the ceremony, Mama made a special exception in allowing Inuyasha to stay in my room that night. She knew that I would need to be well-rested for the day ahead, and understood that I just didn�t sleep well alone any more. In a genuinely surprisingly development, sleep is exactly what we did.
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