InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kagome vs. the Modern Era ❯ Morning Musings ( Chapter 5 )

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Roses.< br>
That’s the scent that wafted into Kagome’s nostrils as her mind began to regain consciousness after the most comfortable sleep she had ever remembered having.

As one of her bleary, blue eyes popped open, she registered the mixture of flaming red and ebony locks entwined all around her head, as well as the twitching nose nuzzling the nape of her neck. Also, the muscled arm and leg thrown over her body had her awakening mind on alert, until the memories of the prior night began to form. Every kiss, caress, and delightful thrust of last night. ‘Mmm. Kurama.’

Somehow they had managed to go at least three more rounds in bed and another in the shower after Kagome had suggested they clean up before sleeping. ‘Damn kitsune stamina! But, can I really complain?’ Replaying some of the more vivid occurrences of last night had her rubbing her legs together to relieve that erotic ache. ‘Kami, and I thought he was insatiable!’ Speaking of insatiable kitsunes, judging by the new hardness pressing into her ass cheek, it was safe to say that Kurama was wide awake and knew exactly what was on her mind.

Sniff, sniff. Oh, he knew. Kurama stretched his arms around the miko and brought her more securely against his rising morning erection. “This is what that scent of yours does to me. Good morning, Kagome,” purred Kurama, his hot breath sending a tingle across the back of her neck. His right hand slid down to her nest of curls, toying with them for a couple seconds, before dipping casually into her already hot slit.

Kagome mumbled something that sounded like “G’morning, ‘Rama-kun,” as she bucked against his talented fingers.

Still remaining on their left sides, Kurama lifted Kagome’s right leg and draped it over his corresponding leg so that she was completely open to him. Keeping in mind the roughness of their prior sessions, Kurama slowly slid into her tight, welcoming pussy with ease. They lay still for a moment, just enjoying the feel of being so wrapped up in one another, the clenching and pulsing of muscles sending electric jolts up and down their spines, until Kagome pushed back against his thick manhood.

“I love being inside of you, my Kagome. Tell me what you need,” breathed Kurama as he kept his dick still inside of her wet walls, while she continue to try and get him to move.

“P-please, baby. Kami, I want you to fuck me, again,” Kagome barely got out.

“Are you sure, Kagome-chan? Is this what you want, what you need, lover?” tested Kurama, as he slid his thick shaft halfway out of her, only to slide back in.

Kagome reached up to grab the back of Kurama’s neck and bring his mouth closer to hers as she whispered coyly, “Can you make me scream, fox?”

She squealed as his eyes flashed red momentarily and he answered her with a harsh, deep thrust. “Why, my vixen, I was certain you did enough screaming last night, but if you need a reminder…” Kurama replied between drives, as he repeatedly fucked her willing body.

“Ohh! Ah, Kurama. Right there, YESSS!” Kagome’s voice began to rise as Kurama hit that deep, soft spot inside her over and over again. He pulled her hair gently to arch her neck and planted his lips along her pulse point, then continued his way up and across her jaw and cheek to taste those lush, panting lips.

He devoured her screams as he pounded harshly up into her. As her orgasm hit and her walls tightened even more, Kurama exploded, hot gushes of thick cum spurting into her womb and oozing back out of her beaten hole.

Kurama and Kagome held on to each other tight, but neither said a word as they came down from their combined high.

Twenty minutes later, it was Kagome who broke the comfortable silence.

“I suppose it’s inevitable that we’ll have to get out of bed. I could definitely use a shower!”

“A very good idea,” answered Kurama, fully sated, although he was finding that he (or a certain part of him) could always be up to go a few more rounds with Kagome. ‘Even though I do love how strongly my scent is on her right after sex.’ Their scents would be mingled for quite some time, but he would make it a point to have his scent freshly imprinted on her frequently. ‘No male will touch what is mine,’ his youkai howled. “So, shall we?”

“Oh, no, no, no! At this rate, we’ll never get clean. It’s already noon for Kamis sake! I’m surprised Keiko hasn’t called. We normally meet up at the café near her and Yusuke’s building on Saturday afternoons,” with a sigh, Kagome untangled herself from Kurama and stood to stretch; Kurama very much admired the view of his miko’s backside.

‘Dammit! I’m like a fifteen-year old human boy around her,’ he thought, willing his already hardening cock to behave. Kurama stood and began the hunt for his boxers, while Kagome occupied the bathroom. After finding and pulling them on, he sauntered out to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast for Kagome.

‘I haven’t even known this woman for twenty-four hours, and she’s wormed her way into my brain like no other. Could I give her my heart as well?’ Kurama pondered as he cracked some eggs open and mixed them into the pancake batter.

Kurama, until last night, had never thought love was a possibility for him. He wished to remain in the Ningenkai with his human family, of course, but could never see himself falling into a serious relationship with a human who didn’t know of youkai and couldn’t accept his other half. Then, into his life, strolls this strong, fiery, sexy miko with a past of her own that she has kept hidden from the outside world. ‘Could she see herself with me on a more permanent level?’ He was just getting used to the fact that he had already rushed things with her thus far. Sleeping with a potential life-mate within six hours of meeting wasn’t unheard of, in the youkai world anyways.

‘Slow down, Kurama. Don’t rush her if she doesn’t want a relationship. I just want to make her happy, is that crazy or what? Normally, I’m so rational. But is love always rational? Look at Yusuke and Keiko, for example. I sure hope Kagome isn’t as violent as her cousin.’ Kurama winced at the thought then smirked, flipping the pancakes over in the skillet. ‘Of course she is. She was quite the biter last night. I just know there’s a fire in her that would have the largest youkai cowering at her feet.’

The arms wrapping around his bare chest from behind brought him out of his thoughts. Kagome rested her cheek against his back and whispered a near silent, “Thank you.” If not for his youkai hearing, Kurama would have missed it.

“For breakfast? You’re quite welcome, Kagome,” he said as he turned to face her and return the hug.

“Not just for breakfast, silly fox. Everything,” she spoke as she stared into his eyes and tweaked his nose. “We’re a lot alike, you and I… keeping our real selves hidden from the world. I…I just want you to know that… oh geez! I’m not good with this whole mushy, relationship thing,” she frowned, and Kurama thought she couldn’t be any cuter.

Kurama chuckled as he shut off the burner and placed the stack of pancakes between the two plates he had previously set out on the kitchen bar. Then he motioned for Kagome to come and sit.

“Kagome-chan. Why don’t we further discuss the details of our relationship over dinner tonight?” asked Kurama, sensing her uneasiness at leaving her prior words up in the air.

“I-I’d really like that, Kurama-kun,” Kagome said, batting her eyelashes innocently at him.

‘How can she still look like that after everything we did last night?’ Kurama mused.

Noticing his questioning look, Kagome asked, “Is there something on my face?” but as she grabbed for a napkin, Kurama held her hand captive.

“No. It’s nothing,” he replied. Just then, he heard the faint beeping of his Spirit Detective pager going off in her bedroom, probably still inside his jeans’ pocket. “Excuse me, Kagome. I believe Koenma calls.” He laid a gentle kiss on her hand and went to retrieve the blasted device.

Kagome watched him walk down the hall and let out a contented sigh. ‘This is the first time I’ve felt like this since I met Inuyasha. The butterflies are getting to me. Not even twenty-four hours ago I was trying to avoid men and now here I am, with this handsome, exciting redheaded Kami of a kitsune fucking me senseless. Does he want more? We agreed on this mutual feeling of attraction and connection, but what does it mean?’ She could barely hear his deep, sexy voice asking if it was required that he meet with Koenma and the boys which caused her to smile slightly. ‘I already can’t wait to see him tonight, and he hasn’t even left yet.’ Laughing at herself and her sudden schoolgirl antics, she began washing their breakfast plates as she waited for him to get off the phone with his boss.

When Kurama came out of the bedroom, he was fully dressed in his attire from last night.

“Forgive me, Kagome, but Koenma must meet with us, and he says that it cannot be delayed. I must go,” Kurama said. Kagome sensed the sadness in his tone and walked over to where he stood, near the doorway.

“I understand all too well about duties and obligations, Kurama. I will see you tonight, ne?” asked Kagome, while staring up into his green eyes, not fully prepared for the emotions she saw reflected in them.

“Hai, Kagome-chan,” he replied as their lips met in a chaste, but longing goodbye kiss, “I look forward to it.”

Kagome escorted him out and watched him leave down the hallway until he caught the elevator. With a sigh, she shut and locked her apartment door, leaning heavily against the wooden frame.

Then, twenty-year old Kagome Higurashi, the Time Traveling Miko and Protector of the Shikon Jewel, most powerful and feared priestess among youkai, began to twirl around her apartment with the biggest smile on her face, pausing only to do a ridiculous happy dance.

The phone just had to ring and disrupt her little moment of jubilation.

“Moshi moshi!” answered Kagome, though she already had a suspicion as to who was occupying the other line.

“Oh my Kami! You did get laid last night! I knew it! I want some details, Kago-chan. First of all, does the carpet mat–,”

“KEIKO-CHAN!” yelled Kagome, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks as she visualized Kurama’s flaming trail. ‘When did she become such a hentai?’

Gasp. “Are you blushing? Oh, now I know something is up. You haven’t blushed since middle school! It’s Saturday, so let’s meet up at the café, ‘kay? Yusuke just left for Koenma’s office, anyways.”

“The café sounds great, and I’m well aware Koenma called the team, Keiko.”

Another overdramatic gasp. “Kurama just left, didn’t he? You know, Yusuke didn’t believe it when I told him that you and Kurama were hot for each other, but then again, he can be a pretty dense baka. You are going to thank me, right? I mean I didn’t technically set you guys up, but I just knew you two would hit it off. I really didn’t expect you to bang–”

“Keiko, I’ll see you in half an hour at the café.” Click.