InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A deal with a demon ❯ Chapter 44

“Kagome.” He breathed out, impatience eating him alive.

Click, click, click.

“Kagooooomeeee.”

Silence answered him again.

He had was pacing behind the couch as she sat typing away at her work, totally absorbed. She told him that she would be spending the day buried in her books, but he didn't think she really meant it. She had her hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, a loose tee shirt hanging off of her shoulder and black shorts showcasing her long legs. She looks comfortable and utterly at home. She wasn't dressed to impress anyone, she wasn't putting on a show for him as so many women had done before. She was simply Kagome, doing her own thing, in their house.

Inuyasha stopped pacing. It still didn't feel real; that she was really his. He had to constantly reach out to touch her, just to validate that he wasn't dreaming.

Like now. He had to confirm it now.

The hanyou snaked out a hand, tilting her chin to look up at him. Her stormy blue eyes widened at the sudden movement. It wasn't jerky or rough. He had touched her carefully, lovingly.

He smiled down at her before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss.

And she smiled.

Thank the Gods, the woman he loved was smiling at him.

“You've been waiting a while.”

“I know.” He said simply.

“I told you I'd be at this all day, didn't I?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“I feel bad that you're just hanging around here. Why don't you go out with Miroku?” She offered.

She hated to admit it, but the hanyou was distracting. As if it wasn't hard enough to concentrate with someone hovering over you, but when he was a handsome, sexy dog demon, randomly stopping to kiss her..

Well, she'd never get this assignment done!

“Feh. Im not in the mood to deal with that pervert.” He said crossing his arms.

“Pervert… you're really calling him a-“

The hanyou narrowed his eyes.

“All right, al right. I'd suggest Kouga but hes just as busy as I am.”

“How do you know what that wolf is up to?” He questioned.

“Because were in the same program, dog boy.” She said in a flat tone. “Besides, were friends.”

“I don't like it.” He said, trying his best not to bare his teeth at the imaginary wolf demon.

“You don't have to.” Kagome smiled. “I don't like that when we go out we always seem to run into an e of yours. Sometimes I feel like if I want to go out with you without seeing an ex, were going to have to go out of Japan.”

“I thought you weren't going to fault me for my past behaviors?” He reminded her, while trying to check his temper.

“Im not. Im just saying, we both make sacrifices.”

“Why do you always provoke me, wench?”

“Why are you so irritable and prone so anger?” she shrugged.

Kagome set her laptop to the side and kneeled on the couch to better face him. Reaching out, she untangled his arms that had been so firmly planted over his chest, urging him to come closer.

“Relax and stop being so jealous.”

“Feh. Who the hell says Im jealous?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her middle.

“Me. You're jealous of Kouga and you're jealous of my school work.”

“Keh. You're out of your mind wench.” He breathed in her sweet scent. Wild flowers. He kissed her forehead before saying, “Inuyasha Takahashi doesn't get jealous.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say dog boy.”

“Can you take a break yet?” The not jealous dog demon whined.

“And do what?” Kagome asked, raising a brow.

“Anything you want.” He said eagerly.

Kagome let out a sigh.

“Well… I supposed its good to take a break. Better not to get burnt out. How about a movie?”

Inuyasha nodded his head.

“Alright. Give me ten minutes to get ready.”

~.~

Inuyasha wouldn't admit that he was excited.

Not that he was about to go on a date, with Kagome, to the movies.

Not over something that simple.

But he felt…

Fuck, he felt like a kid.

Things had always come so easy to him. He had never experienced the cliché things that people do in their youths. He never had butterflies. And while he had gone on dates, more dates that he could count…

It was nothing like this. Nothing like how it had been since he confessed his feelings.

Thank Gods he did.

Kagome and he still hadnt gone all the way, and it was killing him- but he would wait. He would do anything to keep her near him.

And fuck, he wanted to keep her close.

He wanted to be near at all times. He hated being at work, being away from her. Even when she had nothing to do and couldn't engage with him, he just wanted to be in her presence.

Fuck, he knew he sounded crazy. He knew he sounded like a psycho stalker.

He couldn't help it.

He felt drugged. He needed Kagome.

And at night…

Night time is what he liked the best. When he could hold her in his arms, listen to the sounds of her breathing, knowing that it was something only he got to experience.

And he would be damned if he let anyone else.

As he walked into the dark theater, he scanned the rows to pick out his woman. Kagome had gone on ahead to save their seats while he went to get their snacks. They had barely made it to the showing of the movie, and Kagome insisted they split up to save time. Practical as always.

But now as he looked, it seemed as if she was engaged in a conversation with someone.

Some man.

He stalked up the aisle and folded his arms over his chest.

“You're in my seat.” He said with a dangerous smile.

“You're seat?” The man echoed. “There's another there.” He said leaning past Kagome to look at the row.

A clawed hand pushed his chest back, and Inuyasha brought his face close to the strangers.

“But Kagome was saving this one for me.”

“He's your boyfriend?” The arrogant man asked.

Boyfriend. Feh.

It suddenly dawned on him.

What… what was he to Kagome?

They couldn't say lovers. They had never had sex. They technically were husband and wife, but it felt as if it had a new, serious meaning now that they were together.

Was he her boyfriend?

“She's with me.” The hanyou growled. “So fuck off.”

Kagome reached up, gently putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down Inuyasha. We can just switch seats if it's that big of a deal.”

“Don't worry about it. I'll leave. Your nuts for being with such a possessive freak.”

“Hey!” Kagome called after him as the man made his departure.

“Feh.” Inuyasha grunted, wrapping his arm around Kagome.

Possessive.

Yeah, right.

When had he ever been accused of that.

“Still think you're not jealous, dog boy?” She said shaking her head.

~.~
Inuyasha had been in a bad mood since that asshole had tried to make a move on Kagome.

It was more than some wimpy guy sniffing around her.

No, what was troubling was what he had asked.

Was Inuyasha her boyfriend? Husband? Mate?

What the fuck was he?

Damn it. He had never in his life been concerned about titles.

Never fucking wanted one either.

He wanted to sleep with a woman then never have to see her again, unless there was something extraordinary special enough to warrant a repeat.

But with Kagome…

He wanted it.

He wanted to know where he stood. He wanted to know that she belonged to him.

Maybe he was possessive.

Kagome walked through the door to their house, kicking off her shoes and stepped into her slippers.

“I don't get you. You're the one who wanted to go out to the movies, but you were in a bad mood the entire time.”

“Keh. Says who?” He asked, following her lead.

“Me.” She responded with a flat tone. She stood next to him, tilting her head back to better look him in the eyes.

“Is everything alright? If somethings bothering you… I want to listen.” The hanyou had his arms crossed over his chest, and she put her small hand on his arm to comfort him.

“Feh.” He flinched under her kind gesture.

“I mean it.” She said with a soft smile.

Inuyasha took a moment to look at her.

She was beautiful. Comforting. Kind. Smart. And in that moment, she looked so genuine it almost pained him. Had anyone ever cared for him to such an extent?

He wanted her.

No, he needed her.

He took in a deep breath, her scent overwhelming him. Quickly, he opened his arms to crush her against his chest.

“Inuya-“

“What am I to you Kagome?” He breathed out.

“Huh?” She asked.

“What am I to you?” He repeated, looking down at her, his amber eyes serious.

“Your… your-“ She began to blush. “You should know what you mean to me, Inuyasha. What you are to me.”

Kagome bit her lip nervously.

“But what am I?” He growled. “Fuck, I don't even know how to ask this!” It was awkward! He had never done something like this, and now, at his age, he felt foolish.

“Are… are you asking to make our relationship official?” She said with a small smile.

“Tch.” He turned his head, trying to hide his blush. Kagome let out a small laugh.

“I can see why this is confusing. But to be honest… I thought we already were official.” She blushed slightly. “You didn't? Have- have you been…”

“No!” He ground out. “Fuck, Kagome.” He ran a clawed hand through his hair. “Only you.”

“So, officially-“ Kagome smiled, “My husband is my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

He was thrilled, and yet, it wasn't enough.

He wanted all of her.

Damn it, he was possessive.

“You know what that makes you though, right?” He said, his fangs showing with a crooked smile.

“Your… your girlfriend?”

“MINE.” He breathed, biting her lower lip. “Only mine.”

“Then does that make you mine?” She asked, leaning back to look at him

“Yours.” He said seriously.

Inuyasha rumbled deep in his chest as he licked his way down her neck, stopping to nip at the juncture of her shoulder. It cried out to him mark me, mark me. She was his mate. He knew it deep in his soul. His demon had known it all along.

He was dying to claim her.

But he would wait.

Not until after their first time. He expected it would be painful, and he wasn't about to overload her.

He had to stop himself, or he would take her right then and there.

It had been so long since he had had sex. He had lost his taste for other women before he had confessed his love. And while he agreed to take it slow, the pace was nothing short of torturous.

And the worst part was, he did it to himself.

He couldn't stop touching her. He couldn't stop kissing her. Just being near her was a fucking turn on.

He felt the curve of her hips, drawing them in closer to his own. His sensitive ears heard the soft moan that escaped her lips as she clutched the back of his shirt.

Trying to calm himself, he rested his forehead against her own, panting from want. He closed his eyes, trying to steel himself against the enticing scent of her arousal.

“Why do you always stop?” She whimpered.

“Don't tempt me woman. I won't be able to stop.”

He watched as she drew in her bottom lip before she said it.

“What if I don't want you to?”

And suddenly, all he saw was red.