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Bizarre Love Triangle	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Nine: Homeovestism
Her first date with Kikyo.
Kagome began to sweat and wished she hadn’t worn such a light cotton dress that would certainly show any and all evidence of her nervousness. But the print was so cute and it hugged her figure just right, almost to the point of indecency. Instead of just leaving the house together like she’d done with Inuyasha, Kikyo had opted for something a tad more formal and they’d left separately. The meeting place was familiar to her since it was where Kikyo had taken her that first night that seemed like so very long ago. The restaurant she owned, so expensive they didn’t have prices on the menu (probably just in case someone like Kagome walked in and stroked out at seeing all the numbers).
Even now, after all the intimacy shared between her and her professor, Kagome felt awkward in such an upscale establishment. The place Inuyasha had taken her to was expensive as well, though not quite as much as this one, but the atmosphere was so loud and laid back that she just couldn’t feel bad. Gods, why would Kikyo think it was a good idea to bring her somewhere so out of her depth? Hadn’t she noticed how uncomfortable she’d been the first time? To be fair, she was more hungry than intimidated, but still, Inuyasha would have noticed. Maybe. Kagome shook her head, not wanting to compare the two who were fighting for her affections. At least not tonight.
“Can I help you?”
The cold voice rang with the same quality Kikyo’s held when she spoke to strangers (or her husband). Kagome’s heart leapt in her throat and she turned, surprised to see the same waitress from the time she’d come before.
“Uh, yeah, uh, I’m here with Kikyo?”
The woman’s grave dark brown eyes scanned her form and found her lacking. She would have been pretty were it not for the severe case of resting bitch face. One corner of her mouth turned down in contempt.
“This way.”
The girl scampered after her, her much shorter legs having a difficult time keeping up without resorting to trotting like an idiot. When she saw Kikyo, though, she couldn’t care less about anything that had been bothering her just a second earlier. The same table in that intimate little corner. Everything inside Kagome seemed to melt and she slid into her chair, eyes unblinking as they took in her professor. A wine red dress cut lower than anything Kikyo had ever worn in public before, at least to her knowledge. Her hair was trimmed a couple inches shorter and large, soft curls framed her face. Her lips curved in a genuine smile and the older woman studied her the same way, eyes catching here and there and lighting up.
“I was almost afraid you wouldn’t show up,” Kikyo said breathlessly. Turning to the waitress without removing her eyes from her date, she said, “You can bring us the wine now, Hitomiko.”
The waitress stomped noisily away, but Kagome didn’t notice.
“How could I not come? It’s our first date, after all.” The blush on her face felt out of place with the knowledge of how much they had already done together.
Kikyo reached out and grabbed one of her hands in both of hers. “I like to think of our first class together as our first date. When I saw you come in, I swear my heart actually, truly stopped, like I died for just a second, and when it started up again it beat only for you. And you actually came to talk to me about the material after every class. No one ever does that. That’s when I knew you were the one.”
Kagome giggled. That was laying it on a little thick, but it still made her feel mushy inside. “Better that as our first date than here at the restaurant. Then I’m not one of those ‘first date’ girls.”
She laughed and squeezed her hand. “I was and continue to be happy that you trusted me enough to share your body after so little time spent one-on-one. But now we can make up for that and be like a real couple.”
Couple. Two. Kikyo and Kagome. The word buzzed in her ears like flies on a farm in summertime and her chest tightened. She imagined monogrammed wedding invitations and a shared toothbrush and suddenly felt lightheaded. The wine couldn’t have come at a better time. Her hand darted out to take the glass and she nearly knocked it over, only just barely saving it in time. The waitress rolled her eyes exaggeratedly before retreating, this time leaving menus behind.
More nervous now, Kagome cleared her throat. “So… How was your day?”
Kikyo’s smile gentled and she caressed her hand. “No small talk. Ask me anything, even things you would never want asked yourself, and I’ll tell you the complete truth. I don’t want to lose you. I want to share my life, my entire self with you.”
“Um, okay. How… How did you meet Inuyasha?” She hadn’t wanted her first question to be about him, hadn’t wanted him to intrude on this special occasion, but she did really want to know. His version of events had already been told, now she wanted Kikyo’s.
Her professor sighed and took a long pull of wine from her glass. “College. Being away from home and at the top of my class were a combination that made me insane with pride. The school I attended was small and exclusive, but most importantly, they gave me a free ride, so I went, even though I was unsure about living in such an isolated area. I wanted everything and I was everything, and there I was a typical big fish in a small pond. A queen.
“Some friends and I went out drinking. Before we even entered the bar, I heard people talking about the embarrassingly intoxicated half-demon that had already outdrank the regulars. I was interested before I even saw his face. Concentrating so much on academics as I did, I had never really had time for a romantic life. I’d had boys who were interested in me, but I never cared. When I did fantasize, it was always about other women, but I figured if I included a man somewhere in the fantasy it meant I was normal.
“Inuyasha was…beautiful. From behind, with his long hair, he seemed almost feminine, but the broad shoulders ruined it. He didn’t seem like the bloodthirsty killer my parents had told me those of demonic descent were, especially half-demons. I decided right then and there he was going to be the one, the one I finally gave my virginity to, my college one night stand. I sat next to him, he bought me a drink, we got to talking, and we had sex. It wasn’t great. I would have had a better time by myself, but it was nice. He was good with his tongue. Still is. But you know that. Somehow, we kept seeing each other, and what was supposed to be just sex turned into actual dating, and every time I tried to break up, he’d look at me, so happy, and I couldn’t. I didn’t even want to after a while.” She sighed and drank some more, draining her glass. “It felt like the right time to get married. I was twenty-nine. Now or never, I thought.”
“Oh.” Inuyasha’s story had been slightly different. Briefer, but far fonder. “Did you…ever think of having children with him?”
It was a sneaky way of asking what she really wanted to know. Kagome had always pictured herself getting married and having kids in the far off land of someday. What would Kikyo prefer? Adoption, a sperm donor? Would she want to be pregnant? Would she accept that Kagome wanted to be pregnant? Would she insist on a surrogate, put off by the idea of her body changing? If Kagome wound up getting a sperm donation the traditional way and had sex with Inuyasha, how much of a problem would that be? Imagining a score of children all with golden eyes, silver hair, and doggy ears had her blushing and she wondered if her desires were clear on her face.
“No. I love children, but I’ve never wanted any.” She answered instantly and without hesitation. Kagome’s expression must have betrayed her feelings, and Kikyo amended her statement, knowing she had said the wrong thing. “Maybe in ten years or so, adoption would be something we could discuss. But right now, we can just enjoy each other.” She smiled, but it did little to ease the sudden ache in Kagome’s chest.
“Are you ready to order Mrs. Taisho?” The waitress was back again, and she seemed a little more pissed off than usual. The emphasis made Kagome wonder if Hitomiko was another one of Inuyasha’s “friends”. Did he know every waitress in the state!? Had he planted someone to spy on Kikyo?
Kikyo didn’t even look at her. “We’ll have what we had our first time together,” she said softly, caressing Kagome’s palm in a way that made her shiver. “Steak and potatoes and—”
“Tarte Tatin. I know.” Her face was screwed up in bitterness, like just that one simple interaction was agony.
As soon as the waitress left, Kagome began to relax again. “Um, is she always like that?”
“Who?”
“The waitress. She seems a little, well, sort of bitchy.”
Kikyo laughed. “Hitomiko’s just that way. She’s the only employee I rehired from the previous staff. When I took over this place, it was terrible, roaches everywhere, even mice droppings. The staff were stealing tips from each other and the turnover rate was ridiculous. Hitomiko was the only one with a shred of integrity among the bunch. Together, we rebuilt this restaurant from the inside out and made it what it is today.”
“So you’re friends?” Kagome had never met any of Kikyo’s friends. Belatedly, she’d recalled how the professor had claimed Inuyasha had alienated her from them, but she must have picked up a few since.
“Not exactly,” she said, looking away and unfolding her napkin to rest in her lap. “An employee and their employer cannot grow too close. It would upset the balance of things.”
“But what about you and me? A professor and her student?”
Kikyo smiled. “You’re worth upsetting any kind of balance. You’re worth anything.”
A plate slamming down on the table stopped Kagome from replying.
“The tarte is going to take a few more minutes. Nazuna will bring it over.” Hitomiko walked off without even apologizing.
The academic’s hands curled into fists and for a second Kagome thought she was going to pound on the table like a grumpy toddler.
“That little… I’m going to have a talk with her right now. This is ridiculous!”
Before she could rise to her feet, Kagome grabbed her hand. “Not tonight, Kikyo. Please?”
Her face was still twisted in upset, but Kikyo relented, sighing irritably as she sat back down in her chair. “I’m sorry. I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight. I didn’t think Hitomiko would be so… So unsupportive.”
Kagome decided it was best to change the subject. Her mind ran through appropriate topics as she busily stuffed her mouth with food. School? No, they were always together there. Spain? She flinched. That was something that would certainly ruin the evening more than a waitress could ever hope to. Inuyasha? No, any more of him would just be excessive.
“Did you have anything planned for our evening after dinner?” Oh, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. Now she sounded bored. Damn it, Kagome, get it together!
Kikyo didn’t seem displeased. Her lips, colored beautifully by the wine, stretched in a smile not even the most talented portrait artist could ever hope to replicate. The younger girl was so enchanted she almost dropped her forkful of food in her lap.
“I was thinking we could have a sort of girl’s night. We can go shopping and then to a club. Or anything you want! We can do anything you want.”
“No, it’s cool, that sounds really fun!” Kagome assured her, heartbeat increasing. Why was she nervous all of a sudden? Kikyo seemed the same way, distractedly signaling the bitchy waitress (didn’t anyone else work there!?) for more wine. They’d been living together for a while now, having sex, spending every day together. What was going on?
“I see you’ve finished your food. We could skip the dessert if you want to just get going…”
Kagome almost refused, but the thought of spending another course in such a place had her sweating once again.
“Yeah, it sounds like a lot of fun and if I eat any more I wouldn’t look good in this dress and then dancing would just be embarrassing…” she babbled, fiddling with a loose thread on the napkin in her lap.
The professor looked as relieved by her acceptance as Kagome had felt at the suggestion and she rose to her feet quickly, plate mostly untouched. “Great! I’ll drive from this point on. We can come back for your car tonight.”
The car ride to the upscale department store was silent but for the nasal drone of NPR. Kagome tried her best to tune it out. Her stomach grumbled, dissatisfied with the portion once again. The clock read 7:45. Had they really only been there just over half an hour? It felt like three! How was it that she’d spent longer at a restaurant with Inuyasha and felt less of an urge to leave even after his relative had caught them having sex? Just nerves. It had to be nerves. The reality of having to make a choice between them was hitting home and it was just upsetting her, disrupting her flow, that’s all it was.
Bright light flooded her eyes the moment they entered the store. Already she wasn’t in the mood for shopping, and that was certainly quite rare. Forcing away her weird mood, she grabbed Kikyo’s hand and marched straight for the Petites. Kikyo was a good bit taller than she was with an enviable model’s frame, but that section was closest. The professor allowed herself to be dragged along, an almost relieved-looking beam on her face.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered conspiratorially, letting go of her hand and walking confidently up to one of the workers. “Excuse me. Can you have every item of clothing in a size 4 brought to us in the fitting room?”
The woman seemed genuinely delighted. Kagome looked around at the store once again, really examined how bright and golden and marble-y everything was and finally realized they were at a bona fide rich person’s store. Her ears vaguely made out the sound of Kikyo arranging for things in her own size to be brought as well. Almost in a dream-like state, she reached out for the mannequin closest to her, turning over the tag attached to the basic black oversized jersey dress it was wearing.
Five.
Thousand.
Dollars.
Kikyo’s steadying, cool hands prevented Kagome from falling to the ground with a cry of despair.
“Most of the stuff is in the room already. Their army of bored aging trophy wives work fast.”
“Probably get a commission…” she mumbled back, thinking of all the other things this money could buy.
The fitting room was giant, just as brightly lit as the rest of the store, and it had a freaking white leather sofa in it. What the actual hell. The white carpet was immaculate and looked softer than any bed she’d ever slept in growing up. Toeing off her shoes, she tested it just to make sure, and immediately wanted an entire house made out of whatever material that was.
Kikyo turned her back to her and Kagome obeyed her silent request to be unzipped, running her fingers along the revealed skin, pressing kisses to her shoulder blade. When the kissing turned to light sucking, Kikyo abruptly turned around and began to undress Kagome with noticeably unsteady hands, running her palms along her student’s flesh, just barely stopping herself from cupping her ass. Kagome moaned and pressed the front of her body to her lover’s, bringing her lips close until they were sharing breath but not kissing.
“I want you so much,” Kagome whispered, her tongue darting out and tasting the older woman’s lower lip. “So fucking much.”
Kikyo indulged herself the slightest bit and pressed a firm, hard kiss to her lips. “We can’t. Not yet. It wouldn’t be fair.”
A pout twisted Kagome’s lips. Kikyo’s rules were fucking stupid. She knew it, Kikyo knew it, and Inuyasha definitely knew it. But because she loved her, she’d follow them. Or at least she’d try to…
“So it’ll be like I’m at a strip club,” she joked, circling Kikyo’s left nipple with the tip of her finger before she pulled herself away and faced the clothes. “I can look but I better not touch.”
Kikyo chuckled. “Get anything you want. Anything that looks good. And remember, every day can be like this, only with a lot more touching.” As she spoke, she stepped into a velvet emerald wiggle dress. Of course, she looked perfect.
Kagome hated fitting rooms. She’d read before that the lighting was done in such a way that it made you appeared better so that you’d buy more, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on her. Whenever she saw herself in a fitting room mirror, she felt ugly, like she was looking at herself through one of those stupid carnival mirrors instead. Too short, oddly proportioned, flat hair, the list went on. She could feel beautiful and confident, but not here. In such an expensive place, those feelings were magnified, and she tried her best not to look in the mirror.
As always, Kikyo understood her.
“Hey,” she said softly, manicured hands daintily caressing her shoulders. “I’m not going to tell you how to feel about yourself or anyone else. But I’ll tell you how I feel and what I see. I’ll be your mirror.”
“What do you see?” Kagome whispered, allowing her hands to unbutton the back of her dress.
“I see a girl who has her own kind of beautiful. A naked girl.” Her hands strayed the slightest bit and caressed her navel, almost straying below. “You have all the potential in the world and all the love I never thought I could feel.” Kikyo sifted through the stacks of clothing and brought out a white bikini with a bit of gold shimmer. With devotion, she began to clothe her. “I would give anything to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. Kagome, I mean it. If I had to become a liar, a thief, a murderer, I would do it if you were the prize. That’s how it is.” Her clever fingers finished tying the criss-crossing string at the side of her hip.
“Touch me,” Kagome begged in a quavering voice. “You can’t say something like that and not fuck me. Come on, Kikyo, please!”
Their lips clashed together. Kagome could feel her mouth being smeared with Kikyo’s lipstick and saliva and it was incredibly erotic. The professor was completely in charge, her fist wound in Kagome’s hair, keeping her still.
“We can kiss,” Kikyo gasped before colliding with her again. “But that’s all.”
Whining in the back of her throat, Kagome’s hips attempted to make contact with Kikyo’s, but she was prepared, just out of reach. Frustrated, needing to feel close to her mentor, she kissed back furiously, releasing some anger, and a devilish idea popped into her head. Exactly how dedicated was Kikyo to her “no sex” rule? Boldly, she tugged down one white triangle of clingy fabric, exposing her nipple to the cool air. Wishing she could feel Kikyo’s lips sucking her there, she imagined them instead, plucking at her chest.
It didn’t take long for Kikyo to realize what she was doing. Instead of either jumping away from her or actually jumping her, her professor surprised her by lifting her dress until the hem sat near her lower stomach and touching herself, going right for her clit. The smell was rich and musky and Kagome mewled into the kiss, wanting to replace Kikyo’s hand with her own but at the same time not wanting to stop. Her knees began to weaken and she allowed Kikyo to push her down on the sofa.
“Please,” Kagome begged, feeling unreasonably close to tears. Reaching down, she exposed her pussy, revealed her wetness. “I’m dripping. Please, Kikyo, just touch me.”
“I-I-I…” she stuttered, face flushed and eyes fixated on the pink of her young pussy.
“Break the rules for me.”
The small cry of desperate acquiescence almost had her cumming when she heard it. The professor buried her face in Kagome’s sopping cunt, moaning in pleasure like she was the one receiving head. Without meaning to, Kagome caught the eye of her reflection. For once, she really believed she was beautiful. With Kikyo’s head between her thighs, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Not even for the life of her could she tear her eyes away from the mirror now. Biting her lip, she threw her head back and pinched both her nipples, wiggling her ass to help Kikyo give her an orgasm. The sound of her eating her out had Kagome tightening her legs around Kikyo’s head in degrees, closer and closer to completion. Finally, when the mirror showed Kikyo was fingering herself to an orgasm and was almost there as well, she came, arching her back and almost forgetting not to scream.
So much for rules.
She caressed Kikyo’s face gratefully, feeling sleepy and sated. The older woman licked her own lips and kissed the insides of her thighs.
“Sit down and I’ll do you.”
Kikyo sighed and rose to her feet. “I already feel bad about this, Kagome. I don’t regret it, but I feel guilty.”
Kagome echoed her sigh. “I get it. It’s okay. Sorry for… Well, I don’t know.”
The awkwardness had returned. However, the two of them were determined to finish their date, and so they continued trying on clothes, hoping something would magically happen and they wouldn’t feel like the air was slowly being stolen from the room. They didn’t make it through half of them, and of that half they only bought a few things. Kagome’s fitting room mirror shyness had come back almost immediately after her orgasm.
“One more place!” Kikyo said in a falsely bright voice with a forced trill. “I’ve wanted to take you here before I even knew you.”
Kagome’s palms felt sweaty and she clutched her bags tighter, unconsciously picking up the pace as she walked to the car. As discreetly as she could, she checked her watch. It wasn’t even 9:30 yet. “Okay, sounds good.”
They drove for what felt like forever, NPR just barely loud enough that she could hear voices but not discern what they were saying, the most subtly annoying level of volume possible. Images of foxes caught in traps chewing off their own leg bombarded her mind.
Kikyo pulled into the parking lot and Kagome snatched her soul back into her body from where it had been trying to escape into the æther. The brightly-lit parking lot was highlighted by the pink glow of neon from the sign: What’s Up Pussycat.
“…Is this—”
“A bar!” Kikyo said, real excitement evident in her voice.
Both of them exited the car, one obviously more hesitant than the other. The riotous sounds coming from inside made Kagome nervous. Still, she followed Kikyo, holding her hand for strength. Her companion’s attention was more focused on the building than on her, but the gentle warmth she gave comforted her nonetheless. The bouncer recognized Kikyo and let her in without checking their IDs, which Kagome didn’t exactly appreciate.
The atmosphere slapped her in the face and she stood stock still for an entire five seconds, preventing Kikyo from moving forward. “Crimson and Clover”, the Joan Jett version, was blasting. Clouds of smoke, most of it not tobacco, were visible throughout. At first, she thought it was a gay bar and a bunch of baby-faced guys in snapbacks, flannel shirts, oversized glasses, and skinny jeans were dancing together, but one of them emitted a high-pitched giggle and she realized that it was a gay bar for girls. Kikyo had brought her to a lesbian bar. Her natural interest to explore such a place was muted when she saw how familiar every worker and regular was with Kikyo, completely ignoring her. This was so, so much worse than with Inuyasha. At least he had attempted to include her. Kikyo, though she kept her hold on her hand, chatted animatedly to at least a dozen women about subjects of all kinds. It was like she was a celebrity here.
Kagome waited until there was a slight lull in the conversation before leaning up and whispering in Kikyo’s ear, “Can we sit down?”
“Sure,” she said, smiling at her, a soft light in her eyes. “Is there a private room available?”
A woman with blue hair and a nose ring fished a key out of her corset. “There’s always one kept open for you, Kikyo.”
By the time Kagome sat down in the dark room lined with velvet, she was pretty pissed. Having gotten a lot of experience with Inuyasha, she tried to express her displeasure without yelling. This was Kikyo, after all, she couldn’t just blow up and expect her to understand.
“I thought you said you had never been with another woman before?” She decided the best course of action was a direct attack. Part of her was hurt, even though she realized it was irrational to expect Kikyo to be faithful to her before they had even met. Men were different; Kikyo could have had a thousand and she wouldn’t have cared. She just wanted to be the one and only woman in her life.
Though her professor’s eyes avoided hers, her voice was honest. “That’s true. I had never entered into a sexual relationship with another woman, but I have had a lot of…friends.”
“So you cheated on Inuyasha?” It was one thing to have an arrangement of the kind they’d had with her, another thing completely to go behind his back.
“Not physically.”
Kagome sighed. “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”
Kikyo reached for her hand and Kagome let her take it. “I feel the same way about you sometimes. We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other deeply. For now, it’s a mystery, and that’s okay.” She went to her purse and began to dig through it. “But I didn’t come here to talk. I came here to show you the place where I really discovered myself. It was here where I first realized I didn’t love Inuyasha. It took you to show me I could never love a man, but it began here. Here was where I talked to Tsubaki, who tends bar here every other weekend, about a girl in my evening class I wanted to touch and kiss and hold. I came right here after every one of our classes and she helped me realize I was in love with you.”
The words had Kagome’s heart melting again. Kikyo looked so pretty in the artificial firelight, her features noble and regal and everything beautiful.
“Then I’m glad we’re finally here together.”
“Me too.” Without a warning, she slid a black velvet box across the table until it sat directly in front of Kagome, who was trying not to jump up and down and scream and call her mom and ask what the hell she was supposed to do. “You don’t have to make a decision yet. You don’t even have to wear it. I just want you to know my intentions.
“I know Inuyasha has somehow convinced you he’s honestly interested in being with you, but I don’t think he is. He just doesn’t want me to ‘win’ and he’ll lower himself to this extent to prevent that. But I love you, Kagome, I love you and I’m sure and I know I’ll never love anyone the same way, never love anyone more. This is what I want. A life with you, together, just us.
“Think about it.”
Kagome’s breathing came in short pants and she flipped open the lid, revealing a beautiful yellow gold ring with a giant diamond framed by tiny sapphires. Oh gods, should she just say yes? Just say yes and go away with Kikyo, live with her in Spain or wherever the hell she decided to go? The diamond glittered and glowed from within, tiny sparkles that flashed pink and amber. The amber made her heart ache before her mind could even picture Inuyasha, an immediate response. Lips trembling, hands shaking, she closed the box.
“I will. I will think about it.”
After that, they danced. It was less of a dance and more swaying while embracing, but it was warm and sweet and her heart beat like crazy, agonizing over her impending decision. How many more dates would it take her to be sure? Would she ever be sure? Could she possibly somehow maybe just keep this going, have them both and prolong it as much as possible until they made a decision for her? Would that hurt less or more?
More kisses than words were exchanged between them and by the time they got home, she was exhausted. Going straight to the guest room, she flopped down on the bed, pulling off her dress as she went. Her mind was working overtime trying to figure out what the hell to do. She loved Kikyo, that was for sure, and Inuyasha… Well, he made her happy in ways no one else had ever come close to. But was that worth the price of dealing with him and his stupid, aggravating, stupid ways?
There was no one beside her and she was cold. Cold kept her from sleeping. The blankets weren’t enough. A lot of the cold came from inside and she suddenly felt like crying. The urge to go to Kikyo or Inuyasha’s room tempted her so badly she actually sat up and had her feet on the floor before it even occurred to her to deny herself. They’d broken the rules enough. Neither of them knew she’d been with the other, both thought themselves special. Damn it.
Kagome snuggled into her pillow and tried to relax. Some hours later, she faded into half a dream. Inuyasha was there and Kikyo, too. They ignored each other, no affection or animosity between them, concentrating only on her, working together to pleasure her. Just as she was about to cum thanks to the efforts of Inuyasha’s tongue and Kikyo’s lips, the creak of the door brought her back to the real world.
She squinted in the darkness of the room. The broad shoulders could be only one person. “What?” she hissed, angered that she had been so close and was now so far.
Inuyasha sat down on the bed next to her and pushed her shoulder until she was lying down again.
“I could smell it.”
He didn’t have to specify what scent had summoned him. She could feel how flushed her cheeks were becoming. “I-I’m not going to have sex with you tonight.”
He snorted. “Wasn’t askin’.” His claws dragged through her hair and spread it out on the pillow. “That’s not the only reason I come to you, you know. You don’t even wake up most times.”
Was he saying he’d visited her in her sleep? What a creep! But why did that make her stomach flutter? “It just seems like that’s all we do together. Eat and have sex.”
His hands left her to play with the quilt. “How was your date?”
“Beautiful,” she said stubbornly.
“Did you fuck her?” His voice was sharp, his tone cutting.
Kagome hesitated.
“You can’t lie,” he whispered, face suddenly close to hers. “I told you I smelled it.”
She gasped without meaning to. Was that what he’d been talking about, not her sex dream? Anger boiled up inside her. Who the hell was he to try and restrict her like that? On her date with him, he hadn’t even waited to see if she was okay with it before taking out his cock and bending her over.
“Whether or not I had sex with Kikyo is the last thing you should be worried about right now. She treats me like an actual person, not a fucktoy or a fuckbuddy or whatever the fuck I am to you.” To her intense embarrassment, her throat was tight and burning and her voice came out sounding childish. “She actually talks to me and cares about my feelings.”
“You think I don’t know how she is? I know her fucking games. She makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, but eventually you see you aren’t and never have been. She is. She’s in love with herself and there’s no room for anyone else. Fuck, the only reason she picked you out of all the other teenage whores in her classes is because you fucking look like her!”
“That’s not—”
He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. “I married her for a reason, Kagome. I loved her more than I ever loved anyone. But now I know her, and I don’t love her anymore. But do you? Do you love her? Do you think you know her?”
“Yes!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes. “Yes, I love her, I do. I know it’s stupid, but I love her so much, Inuyasha. What do you even want from me?” she began to babble. “It’s too much. It’s all too much!”
His arms enveloped her and pulled her close to his warm chest, soothing her. Her face burrowed into him, and once it was completely hidden, he spoke more honestly and maturely than she’d ever thought him capable of.
“I want whatever you’re willing to give me. I just want to be with you and see what happens. If… After Kikyo leaves, you can keep staying with me. I won’t make you pay rent or anything. If you want to live on your own, I’ll help you. If you want to work, I’ll find you a job. I want you to make your own decisions and I don’t expect you to change anything for me. I just want to be there in your life.”
“Right now,” she whispered, pulling him down with her onto the bed. “I just want to sleep. Hold me while I sleep?”
Inuyasha gave her one lingering, chaste kiss. “You got it.”
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