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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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The clang of weights hitting the ground drew Sango’s attention as she rounded the corner in the gym. Thursday afternoons were usually a slow time, most people still at work or getting ready for their night out. It was the time of day she usually preferred to work out, light traffic outside and little competition for space on the mat allowed her to get ready for her normal late afternoon appointments.
Kagome was already in the middle of a grueling shoulder-thigh combo and the miko was angrily focused on her own reflection in the mirror. The taijiya took a moment to study her friend, noting the upped weight amount in her hands and the sharp angles in her stance. Also didn’t help that curses and insults were practically etched into her expression. Knowing the conversation would come when Kagome needed it to, Sango grabbed her own weights and started her routine.
It didn’t take long for them to sync. The two had been going to the gym together for so long that it was second nature to match speed and intensity. This was especially helpful today, as Sango purposefully kept her movements calm and relaxed. Slowly, the tension and simmering anger ebbed away from Kagome’s form, until all that was left was a miko lost in thought.
“I almost quit today.”
Her voice was soft, tone speaking of many different things at once. Sango waited, silently fishing out the reason for this impromptu workout.
“I don’t even know what they talked about, but I felt the argument.” Kagome placed her weights back on the rack and grabbed a towel, dabbing the sweat off her forehead. “He promised to leave Kouga alone.”
Sango waited a beat and mentally berated herself, already aggravated at what she was about to ask. “You sure he wasn’t provoked?”
The expression that flashed across Kagome’s face was answer enough. The miko grabbed her water bottle, using the time to piece together her thoughts.
“He knew he was wrong,” she murmured. “He escorted Kouga out of the building and by the time he got back up the elevator, his youki was so carefully controlled that he just knew.”
“And Kouga’s?”
The water bottle and towel were both set back down. “Same thing. They both flared so bad I could feel it in my office, then it disappeared.” She ran her palms over her head, tucking the flyaway hairs behind her ears. “I haven’t talked to either one of them.”
“What are you going to do?” Sango asked as they both picked out their weights for the next set.
Kagome grimaced at the question. “I’ll have to talk to Kouga sometime. I guess I’ll see how the rest of the weekend goes and if I have to confront Sesshomaru, then that will be a wonderful Monday morning.”
Sango studied her friend for a moment, her heart aching. Knowing what was coming up, she allowed the conversation to drop. Kagome knew she was there; when the miko needed help, she would ask for it.
The next half hour was spent in companionable silence, but Kagome left the gym in a lighter mood.
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Kouga slowly raised his hand to knock on the front door. It had been one hell of a day after leaving Kagome’s work that morning. His conversation with Sesshomaru just wouldn’t leave his head and he didn’t like the paths his mind took when thinking about it.
And judging by the solemn feel of Kagome’s aura inside, he wasn’t the only one.
The door opened, revealing one tired miko. She offered him a small smile, her blue eyes twinkling up at him as he stepped inside. He watched as she closed the door behind him, latching the lock before turning back to him. After a moment of staring, he reached out and tugged her to him, curling her against his chest.
The two stood there in the foyer in silence, holding onto one another as they allowed themselves to settle. Taking in a deep breath, Kouga allowed her scent to calm his nerves before speaking the words that had been weighing so heavily on his mind all day.
“I’m sorry.” He felt her tense and only tightened his arms in response. “We’re going to have a fight over this morning, aren’t we?”
Her breath left her and she deflated against his chest. He felt her hands clench in his shirt, bunching the fabric along his shoulder blades. “Probably,” she answered softly. “I don’t want to fight, but we probably will.”
His heart twisted at the pain in her voice. If only he had kept his temper in check. Pressing a kiss to her hair, he slowly pulled back, reaching out to tilt her chin up. “Do you want to start now or wait until after dinner?”
A smile cracked at her lips. “Only you would try to plan an argument.”
He took her unspoken invitation and leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss immediately, which eased some of the tightness in his chest.
He watched silently as she pulled back enough to look at him, her eyes flickering between the two of his. She took in a breath, then stopped. Her eyes flickered through different thoughts, telling the story of an idea forming without giving him the slightest clue what she was thinking. When the pieces fell into place, the wicked gleam in her eyes sent heat down his spine.
“Come on,” she murmured, grabbing his hand and tugging him after her.
Confused, he followed, wondering what was going through her mind as she led him to her living room. Hands hit his chest and he allowed her to push him onto the couch, only to be surprised when she clambered into his lap.
Lips claimed his before he could even ask. He returned the kiss, allowing her tongue and taste past his teeth. Her hands traveled up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling out his ponytail before her nails scratched over his scalp. His own hands had found her hips, tightening in response to the onslaught of sudden pleasure.
Her lips trailed down his jaw before nipping along the sensitive line of his neck. Teeth needled his earlobe as her hips ground into his and when the scent of her arousal mixed with her blood hit his nose, he saw white.
“Did you two fight this morning?”
Kouga forced himself to concentrate on her words. “Yes,” he groaned as her tongue joined her teeth.
Her hands left his scalp and made their way down to his slacks, playing with the button. “Why?”
The brush of her knuckles over the ache of his cock was too much of a tease and he pushed his hips up against her.
Everything stilled. “Why?”
“He called you his.” His answer came out in a rush, not knowing why she stopped and wanting to do anything to get her hands—
Yes.
His slacks loosened and her hand snuck in, wrapping around his length through the thin cotton of his underwear, and pulled. He thrust up into her, his grip on her hips keeping her stable.
He felt the band of his boxers pull away from his hips and felt his breath freeze. “And you took the bait?”
“Bait?”
She pulled away from his neck and looked down at him, an eyebrow raised. “If he called me his,” those fingers brushed along his cock and he felt his lids flutter, “he was only doing so to get a rise out of you.”
He pressed his hips up. Her hand was so close and the soft drag of her fingertips over his shaft sent shocks of pleasure arching over him. Wanting to impart something back on her, he buried one hand in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his. It was his tongue in her mouth this time and he took advantage, seeking out all the sounds he could get her to make.
Then her hand gripped his shaft and pulled and his head was thrown back against the couch.
He managed to open his eyes when her hand disappeared, just in time to see her pink tongue peek out and lick her palm. She kept her gaze on his, watching him with smoldering blue eyes as she wet the entirety of her hand. When she gripped his shaft again, all slick and soft with a tight grip, he thrust up against her again.
She set a hard, fast rhythm, the one she knew would work the quickest.
“There are already boundaries he can’t cross,” she murmured, using her free hand to pull away the collar of his shirt. “I can’t have you provoking him.” Her tongue swiped over his collarbone, almost taking away any response he had.
“I didn’t provoke him,” he bit out through clenched teeth, moving his hips in rhythm with her hand.
“Did you bring up our conversation last night?”
He fisted her hair, pulling her back to see the fire in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was heaving and if he had to drown on the scent of her desire much longer, he was going to snap. “Why do you want to know?” The question came out on a growl, and damn if it didn’t make her eyes glaze over a bit more.
Smelling the weakness, he lunged. His fangs caught the tendon in her neck and she cried out, squeezing his cock as her hips thrust down on his thighs. “You want to know about our conversation?” he snarled before sucking on that spot hard enough to bruise.
Kagome only moaned in reply.
“You want to know what I said? How I told him you weren’t his?” His hand on her hip slid to her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh. “How I could never be jealous of him because you choose to be with me?”
He was getting to her. Her rhythm stuttered to a stop, her pulse was going mad under his teeth, and her scent exploded around the room, smelling of everything that called the wolf in his blood. “Miroku told me you walked away from any claim he had years ago,” he rumbled into her ear. “Right?”
She stuttered out a sound he took to mean yes.
“Then why should I have to listen to that?”
A beat, and then–
“Because that’s my work you’re interfering with!” She wrenched away from him and he let her go, leaning back to watch the flare of anger. “I’m dating you, I’m fucking you, I’m with you. What else do you need?!”
Because it had been weighing on his mind all day, because it sparked more questions than it answered, because he just didn’t understand, he blurted out the one question he probably should have kept to himself. “What was your safe word?”
The reaction was instant. Her entire body stopped moving, stopped twitching, stopped everything. Her eyes went wide, shock written plainly on his face. It wasn’t just her, though. The air had shifted, erasing the thick weight of desire and frustration.
“What?”
Kouga swallowed back a grimace. That was not the question he wanted to ask, but he was in it now.
“How did you…”
“You were his submissive?”
Her hands left him and she sat back on his thighs. He bravely kept her gaze, watching as the shock ebbed slowly into something he couldn’t read.
“Do you actually want to know?” Kagome asked softly.
Kouga thought on that. His first reaction was yes, he wanted to know everything, but that didn’t feel right. She was dating him. Her past relationships didn’t really matter, but…
“I normally operate under the belief that the past stays in the past, but this one just keeps popping up.” Her eyes flickered down to his lap and her cheeks reddened. He forced himself to breathe when she ran her finger up the length of his still-hard cock, but that was all she did.
He let her sit there. She was right, but he knew better than to push.
“We didn’t date, as you probably know,” Kagome began. “I was…entranced. He was attractive and I was finally an adult. When he showed interest in me, I jumped at the chance.”
He heard her swallow, her eyes now flickering to the couch. “Sesshomaru was very honest about his expectations. I knew what I was getting into beforehand and decided I could do it. So yes,” her gaze lifted to fix firmly on his, “I was his submissive.”
Kouga rubbed circles into the tops of her thighs. He appreciated what she was offering and wanted her to know it.
“He taught me everything I wanted to know about sex. In return, I gave him my submission. For the first couple months, it worked. Then…” she paused, her eyes flickering a bit, “then I became emotional. I wanted more.”
From what Kouga knew about Kagome, that was no surprise.
“I started becoming jealous, wanting to spend time with him outside of the limits of our agreement. He was cold, but I realize now he didn’t know how else to handle what I was throwing at him. It built and built and built until all that was left for us was to end.”
“How did it end?” He was quite proud his voice didn’t break.
“Horribly,” the miko laughed. “The first display of emotion on his part and it was anger. It was an awful fight.”
“What did you fight about?”
She blew out a breath, expressions flitting across her face. “Everything and nothing. I was leaving and looking for him to give me a reason to stay, but the reasons he had weren’t enough. And when I realized he wasn’t offering more, ever, I snapped.” She huffed of a laugh. “I was young and thought I was ‘the one’ to change him and it hurt to realize I wasn’t. So I blamed him.”
“And he didn’t take that well.”
“Of course not. I was the one in the wrong. The entire relationship was set outside of emotional attachments and my naivety got in the way. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t fall in love with me, and he was angry that I let myself get that far without changing anything.”
Kouga clamped his teeth onto his tongue. He was not going to ask.
Too late. She saw his expression and offered him a small, wry smile. “We had a dynamic built on trust and honesty. When my emotions started forming, I should have told him and ended it.” She shrugged. “I was young and didn’t realize until it was too late and by then, I didn’t want to lose him. So I struggled for about two months before realizing that I didn’t have him to lose; I was losing myself.”
He bounced around his thoughts for a second before forming his question. “Do you miss it?”
Kagome tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing as she turned over the question. “I thought I would,” she responded slowly, as if testing out how the words tasted on her tongue. He watched her sift through memories, thinking through what to share. “I missed certain things, but not enough to warrant getting back into that kind of relationship.”
Her gaze returned back to his lap and Kouga instantly realized he was still hanging out of his pants. Before he could move, she shot him a sly glance, teeth biting into her lower lip. She was then out of his lap and kneeling on the floor between his legs.
“Ka–”
“Shhhh,” she murmured, stroking him back to hardness. “You did a good job of teasing me earlier.”
“I couldn’t let you do all the work,” he grunted. “And we still–”
“We should probably stop this now, so you can think things over and I can figure out how to share.”
She had a valid point, and her attention to his crotch was effective in short circuiting his thoughts. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know. That’s part of why I want to.” Both hands were fisting him now and she bent over to suck his tip into her mouth.
He could only groan in response.
“And since I can’t really ride you, I’ll just make you come like this.”
She was going to be the death of him, but hell if he wasn’t going to enjoy the ride.

1. I'm so sorry it's taken this long. I had the hardest time figuring out what was coming next. It seriously took me a couple months to realize they were going to fight, and then writing the fight? Ugh. You can see how well that went.
2. I found that I ran out of steam. I got into a new fandom, so I binged on fanfiction. Thing it, some of those fanfics had wonderful starts and the plot was building spectacularly, but the climax wasn't what I anticipated, so I felt off. I had this sudden fear that my plan so far won't be enough. And it's terrifying. But I'm pushing myself through it and I'll get it going.
3. I currently have no Internet in the house. So, this chapter that has been annoying me for months took a week without Internet. I should try this more often.
4. One of my oneshots was nominated for the Feudal Awards! I'm so excited! (Spring Cleaning for Best Lemon.) It's been a wonderful boost in my lazy ass to keep writing. I honestly am so honored and humbled by it. So thank you all for reading and liking and just being awesome. I still can't believe I have readers, but I am so grateful to have you.
5. I'm on tumblr! I feel like every author has this posted at one point, but I do want you to know if you want any updates or would like a better platform to chat on, please find me over there -- my username is nikkxb.
I think that's it! I really hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Sorry to cut the smut short, but I didn't think it was needed after last chapter. Let me know what you think!!
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