InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Grudging Loss ❯ Rapture ( Chapter 23 )

Chapter 23: Rapture

 

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Citrus alert. Beware: a lemon is on the way. Do not read if you are underage…

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Special thanks to my awesome and talented betas:

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Inuyasha flew past the large steel and glass structures of downtown Los Angeles. He jumped from overpasses to leap from glass skyscrapers and buildings of dark tinged concrete. Deep inside, he felt content. He held the woman he loved possessively to his back, and he relished the way Kagome laughed and screamed with each leap. She seemed to enjoy their journey just as much as he was. He only hoped that no one was following them. He had tried his best to keep any trackers off of his trail, even going so far as to hide their scent by running next to smokestacks at the edge of the downtown area.

 

Soon, he made his final leap and landed on his apartment balcony near the UCLA campus. Kagome gently slid off of his back, and he quickly missed her warmth pressing against him. He then noticed that her scent now clung to his clothes and skin. There it was, the beautiful scent of cherry blossoms with a touch of jasmine, all around him. Her very presence made it hard for him to focus.

 

He didn't know quite what he was feeling now. He was so elated that she seemed to have forgiven him and wanted to be with him. Just a few short hours ago he wouldn't have thought such a thing would have been possible. More than anything he wanted Kagome, but after his previous blunders he had felt she was too far out of reach. He had even decided on being sealed by her sacred arrow over a life of living without her. But now she was here, with him…

 

He pulled her to himself and buried his nose in her hair, breathing in deeply. He had to prove to himself that she was there, that this was real, and that even bastards like him could actually seek and find forgiveness.

 

Inuyasha held her tightly against his chest, her head nestled under his chin. “Kagome…I…,” he muttered into her hair.

 

She let out a gentle sigh and relaxed into his embrace. God, he had missed her and it had only been a couple of days. It felt like forever, like he was missing a piece of his soul and had only now recovered that missing vital fragment.

 

“You didn't have to do that, Inuyasha,” she murmured into the fabric of his haori.

 

Inuyasha continued holding her close, “Didn't have to do what?” he asked in surprise as he lifted up his head.

 

“You didn't have to throw the game for me,” Kagome said. She turned her head to rest it on his rising and falling chest. “Near the end, when Myoga was yelling at you to take me down… I was trying to give myself up to you. You didn't have to…”

 

Inuyasha snorted. “I needed to prove it to you, wench,” he said dismissively. Kagome looked up at him in wonderment. He cocked his head to the side, peering at her, and then pulled on the white silk ponytail holder that held her hair. The white silk fell from his fingertips and her long locks fell free of their confinement to cascade down her shoulders. Beautiful black silky curls framed her face. “I had to prove that I love you. I had to prove that you mean more to me than even my career, more than my sport, more than my college…that I would do anything for you, Kagome.”

 

Kagome's eyes started to fill with unshed tears. Her hand reached to cradle his cheek. “I believe you. I'm sorry that I doubted you,” she whispered while pursing her lips. Her eyes glanced up at him tenderly and with longing.

 

Inuyasha's eyes met hers stubbornly and refused to let her eyes focus on anything else. His own hand covered her hand on his cheek. “No, don't apologize. I don't deserve it. I'm so sorry, Kagome. Sesshomaru and Myoga were the ones who wanted me to deceive you and your team. They are the ones who gave me the means to become human whenever I wanted to. I should have stopped it before it got out of control. But I wanted…” Inuyasha's voice quavered as he left his last words dangling between them. His eyes left hers briefly before they returned to look at her with a piercing gaze that held both stubbornness and absolute tenderness.

 

“You wanted?” asked Kagome as she returned his gaze with a questioning look.

 

“I wanted a chance with you. I wanted you to want me for me—as I really was—as Inuyasha—not as Ash,” responded Inuyasha truthfully. “But since I thought I couldn't have you as I really was—I took what I could while I was `Ash'.”

 

Kagome's eyes were smiling even as tears crept along the edges of her eyelids. “But I had a crush on you—you Inuyasha—since I was a little kid.”

 

“But you told me that you loved Ash,” said Inuyasha dismissively. His eyes left hers and he suddenly found the ground to his side interesting.

 

Kagome blushed. “I did tell you that, didn't I?” she answered. “But it's still you, right? You're still the same person inside,” she said soothingly as she slid her arms around him, nestling against his warmth. “It doesn't matter what you look like.”

 

Inuyasha took a deep breath that sounded more like a sigh. “Thank you Kagome,” he paused as he looked down at her. “I just needed to know that it didn't matter to you.” Kagome simply smiled into his haori jacket. Inuyasha cradled her in his arms as he continued, “It was so bizarre. I put on the ring and I felt like I was someone else. My demonic abilities, my heightened senses disappeared. Yes, I was the same person deep inside, but it was as if I was looking through the world with a different set of lenses. I have never been a human before for that long. I guess it drove me a little crazy. Anyway, what bothered me the most was that I couldn't catch your scent while I was human.”

 

Kagome looked up at him quizzically. “My scent?”

 

Inuyasha stepped back looked at her sheepishly and started to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes then focused on the ground again as he fidgeted. “You have a wonderful scent Kagome. When I'm human I can't smell you and it drives me crazy. I would sometimes do some pretty crazy things so that I could smell your sweet aroma.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened. “The time we were at the shrine and you had me put on a blindfold!” she said in amazement. She then hit him in the shoulder. “What were you thinking?” she said with mild consternation. Inuyasha could tell that she wasn't really mad, just a little embarrassed at some of his earlier tactics.

 

Inuyasha grinned and shrugged. “I wasn't thinking. I can't think when I get a whiff of your scent.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and looked down at her white haori top that was covered in rust colored fluid and yellow-green stains. Then she looked at Inuyasha and noticed his chest was covered in his blood and Sesshomaru's poison. His wounds had rubbed off on her top and she hadn't even noticed!

 

She gaped in surprise as she observed claw marks that had ripped up Inuyasha's white juban top and his red haori jacket. The white inner shirt was awash with blood and sickly green stains. “Inuyasha! You're injured! Why didn't you tell me?” demanded Kagome as she looked at him incredulously.

 

Inuyasha just shrugged as he looked down at the torn shirt with a note of mild consternation. The wound really didn't look very deep to him. What could she possibly be upset about? He looked down at her stupefied. “This? Oh, this is nothing, Kagome. It's just a scratch.”

 

“Just a scratch?” screeched Kagome as she pulled him behind her. “Where's your bathroom? Do you have a first aid kit?”

 

Inuyasha simply followed in mock resignation. He raised his eyebrow at her behavior. “Demons don't need first aid. Our bathroom is up ahead on the right,” answered Inuyasha as they walked past the communal living room. It had a flat screen television, a well-worn couch, various empty beer bottles and other pieces of trash strewn about.

 

Kagome made a right down the hallway, kicking over empty beer bottles and found her way into the bathroom. She quickly pulled off her own bloody haori top and dropped it on the countertop next to the sink. Inuyasha's heart momentarily skipped a beat at the sight. He wondered if she was going to take off any more articles of clothing.

 

His eyes quickly drank in the vision of the girl he loved standing in front of him with red billowing hakama pants, long flowing black hair and only a white Adidas sports bra covering her round breasts. She put her hands on his torn haori jacket and looked at him squarely in the eye; she apparently meant business.

 

“OK, Inuyasha take it off,” Kagome commanded as she started to remove his torn top and jacket.

 

Inuyasha stood frozen in time as he watched Kagome move to take off his clothes. He had never seen her act so forceful; however, he found that he liked it. “Yes, ma'am,” he responded with a huskiness in his voice as he moved quickly to expose his chest. He then muttered under his breath, “Is there anything else you want me to take off?”

 

Kagome laughed as she grabbed a towel and started to turn on the hot water in the sink. She then motioned for him to sit down on the side of the countertop.

 

Inuyasha huffed and tried to cross his arms in front of him, but Kagome quickly moved his arms away from his chest and the claw marks that had ripped up his flesh. “Men!” she exclaimed as if it was a cuss word. “Why don't they admit it when they are hurt?” she asked the air in exasperation.

 

Inuyasha snorted. “As if I need a wench to help me,” he said with humor. Kagome looked up at him ready to yell for his insensitivity when her livid face met his grin and she heard his chuckle. Kagome whipped the towel at his torso and he then groaned in mock pain. She shook her head as she continued to wipe away the blood and grime from his wounds.

 

Happy warmth crept up inside of Inuyasha, expanding throughout his body. She was taking care of him. Not that he really needed her to take care of the minor scrapes that his brother had given him. It was simply the fact that she was here in his life. He touched her cheeks with his fingers, stroking them gingerly.

 

“I suppose that I should thank you for warning us about the actress that showed up today,” said Kagome as she furrowed her brow at the unpleasant memory.

 

“I'm sorry, Kagome. I had nothing to do with it, Myoga…,” answered Inuyasha in alarm.

 

“Shush,” murmured Kagome. Two of her fingers pressed softly against his lips to silence him. “I know, and if you hadn't warned us—my best friend would have been in tears right now. Thank you.” Slowly her face moved next to his and her fingers were replaced with warm, moist lips. The feeling she evoked in him was surreal. It was almost as if he was in a dream—she wasn't really here and that her tender lips were only a figment of his imagination. His mouth fell deeper into hers as he probed against something he was sure would evaporate into the mists when he awoke.

 

She pulled away from him gently and smiled before she continued to wipe down his chest with the hot, moist cloth. Inuyasha was perplexed at his own reaction to her ministrations. All at once he felt a tinge of pain whenever she tenderly dabbed at his wounds and a spark of desire at the nearness of her body, at the closeness of her touch. He found himself wanting her hands to roam further along his body and more than anything he wanted to do the same to her in return. Inuyasha was so preoccupied with Kagome's touch that he never even noticed that once she had cleaned away all of the green poison, that his wounds quickly knitted. Now there were only minor blemishes that hinted at an injury.

 

“Inuyasha,” said Kagome softly. “I need you to tell me the truth.”

 

Inuyasha moved away from her and looked at her with a question on his face. “The truth? The truth about what?”

 

Kagome simply showed him her finger with a silver hair wrapped around it like a ring. Inuyasha grabbed her hand and looked at it in wonder.

 

“You still have it? I would have thought after what I did you would rip it up,” he said incredulously as he peered deeply into her eyes.

 

Kagome smiled and then steeled her features to look at him more firmly. “The truth, Inuyasha.”

 

“Oh, yeah right, the truth,” he answered as he swallowed nervously. “I…I promised not to lie to you didn't I?” he asked almost sheepishly. He scratched the back of his neck.

 

“Yes, you did,” reminded Kagome as her face changed from concern to a look of anger. She glared at him as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Inuyasha swallowed as he had the unwelcome image of a snake-haired medusa standing in front of him, ready to strike.

 

“Oi, don't be that way wench. I promised. I won't go back on it,” he responded while bringing up his hands in front of his face. Then he brought his hands down to his side as he noticed Kagome's body relaxing, though her arms were still crossed. “OK. Here's what happened. You were drunk. I don't know how that happened; you only had three beers…”

 

“I never drink Inuyasha,” said Kagome petulantly as she avoided his eyes.

 

“What do you mean never drink? The first time I saw you after the game you were getting drunk.”

 

Kagome sighed before turning to look up at him shyly. “That was the first time I ever really drank anything and it was only because I found out that the guy I had a huge crush on hated me.”

 

“Hated? But I didn't hate you!” protested Inuyasha as his eyes pleaded with her.

 

“Well, can you blame me for thinking that? After what you said? Now stop changing the subject. Tell me what happened next…,” she demanded as her eyes narrowed.

 

“Um, well,” responded Inuyasha. He looked down at his claws and tried to avoid her smoldering gaze. “I had to get you home and you were passed out in my car. It's not like I could just ring the doorbell and hand you over to your mom.” He paused to look up at her eyes again in order to gauge her reaction. “She would never let me come around again. I couldn't leave you passed out at your doorstep either. So I found your room and tucked you into bed.” Once Inuyasha finished, he found that he needed to take a deep breath.

 

“So how did your hair get into my bed?” asked Kagome as her foot tapped impatiently on the bathroom floor.

 

Inuyasha looked up at her sheepishly. “You know how I told you that your scent does something to me?” Kagome nodded. “Well, your scent—it just overrode everything. All I wanted to do was lie next to you. I know that I should have asked. I know that you should have been awake, but I couldn't help it.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened and she started to pull away from him. “Did you?” she accused with shock, betrayal and anger.

 

“No! Kagome!” exclaimed Inuyasha as he looked at her with surprised hurt on his face. “I would never do that to you. Never!” he cried out as his eyes bored into her with sadness and frustration. “I only held you. I wanted to hold you. I wanted to have your scent wrapped around me. I wanted to be with you. Then I felt so content to lie down next to you, so happy. That was when I realized…,” said Inuyasha as his eyes dropped to stare at the countertop.

 

“Realized what…?” Kagome prompted her own eyes awash in confusion.

 

“Realized that I was in love with you,” muttered Inuyasha as his eyes found hers again. Kagome looked up at him dumbfounded; she placed a hand on his arm. “There I was with you in my arms. It felt so right, your gentle, calming scent wrapped around me and your body was warm next to mine. I fell asleep. I didn't mean to—I just did. Then when I woke up in the morning, I saw one of the most beautiful sights in the world.”

 

Kagome cocked her head as if to question him.

 

“I saw your long wavy black hair and my silver hair mixed with each other on your pillow. Your beautiful gentle face lying so contentedly next to me... I wanted to wake up every morning just like that. Then you started to wake up and well, I panicked…”

 

“Panicked?” asked Kagome.

 

“Yeah. What would you think if you woke up to find a half-demon cradling you?”

 

“Hummm,” added Kagome as she pulled her body close to his again. “I would have been a little surprised and maybe a little upset. But only because I was trying to stay faithful to a certain boy named, `Ash,'” she said emphasizing her last word. “But somehow, I think deep inside I always knew that it was you. That `Ash' and `Inuyasha' were the same person. Maybe my head didn't know—but my heart always knew. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep on refusing your advances when you were `Inuyasha'?”

 

Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow in astonishment. “No, how?”

 

“Very difficult,” she said giving him a shy smile and twirling his silver hair in her fingers. “I had a crush on you for so long.”

 

Tenderly and slowly Kagome's hands touched his chest again, pressing up against his pectorals. Then her lips moved to lightly brush over his lips. He felt her warm breath fall on him with feather-like softness before her lips met his and kissed him delicately. Their kiss was light and gentle as he stood up and took her into his arms. He held her as if she was only a fleeting memory that would fade away when he opened his eyes. His hands tightened around her possessively as if daring anyone else to try to take her away.

 

As he held her, he was overwhelmed with the feelings that rose up inside him. It was as if his heart, his very soul was too big for his own body and had swelled up to wrap itself around her. Feelings of contentment, wholeness, and unsurpassed happiness crashed down upon him in waves. The sensations were so alien to him that it was frightening.

 

Love. He loved her. He loved her so much it hurt. He really didn't know when he had started to love the girl in his arms, since it had all been accidental. But he wouldn't trade Kagome, or that feeling of total rapture that ravaged his mind and body for anything.

 

Everything seemed like a dream. He reached down to touch her cheek and pulled her chin up to look at him. He was never good with words and he was hoping that his eyes could tell her what he couldn't say. He stared at her with intense longing, need, love and desire. When she looked back up at him she seemed so fragile, yet determined. Her eyes reflected caring, love, desire, tenderness, unspoken wonder and a quiet tenseness.

 

“Kagome?” he asked as his lips met hers again.

 

“Inuyasha,” she barely breathed out before her lips surrendered to his.

 

Inuyasha's arms hugged her closely to him and he felt her warm skin under his fingertips. She was only wearing a bra on her torso and it allowed him easy access to her succulent flesh. He wondered at her softness under his touch and her intoxicating aroma that was keeping him from any coherent thought.

 

His mouth crashed into her again, but this time it was more needy. Even as his tongue tried to claim every portion of the inner warmth—it wasn't enough, he wanted more, and he needed more... Something about having her there with him drove a deep need within him—a need and desire that only hours before he had given up all hope of ever attaining.

 

He found that his hands traveled over her body before resting against her rear. Each hand held one firm cheek as he pulled her close to him. Her form nestled in between his legs and his body responded quickly to the new sensation. He had trouble controlling his own reaction as a quivering hotness crept down his gut until it pooled between his legs, hardening against her sweet spot. Layers of cotton cloth lay between them, frustrating him as he pressed his hardness against her. She gasped as his lips moved from her mouth and started to trail kisses down her neck and then back up to her ear. His own hands fumbled to reach down behind her pants, pulling the drawstrings loose and then diving under the her thin panties to touch silky, soft skin. Both of his hands held her warm backside possessively as he felt the compulsion, the need, to push himself into her.

 

He wanted her. He wanted her badly. But what would she think of him if he pushed things too quickly? He screamed at himself mentally as he realized that he needed to stop…

 

He clenched his eyes closed as he grimaced and pulled away from her body, his own loins pulsing with a need that was being denied. “Kagome,” he said desperately as his heaving breaths and hot skin left him feeling unbalanced. “I didn't mean to…it's just that I never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” He paused while he ran his fingers through his hair. “Just a few hours ago I thought that you would never even look at me again, let alone let me kiss you. I wanted you for so long; it's hard to control myself now. I need you, but I can wait.” His eyes left hers and stared at the countertop again. “I'm sorry.”

 

Round, wide doe-like eyes stared up at him and then softened as her arm slid around his waist to hold him loosely. She pulled his face towards hers as her fingers found his lips again, tracing the edges of his mouth. A warm, shy smile grew from her lips as she gazed at him. “I wanted you ever since I saw you play in a game your freshman year. I adored you when you were a child. But when I saw you again, I desired you,” Kagome's shy and vulnerable eyes looked up at Inuyasha who stared at her with amazement. “Then I fell in love with `Ash' and I tried to deny my attraction to `Inuyasha'. But it wouldn't go away. I wanted you, too. I've always wanted you.” Her doe-like brown eyes looked up at him tenderly. “Please, I have always wanted it to be with you. I was waiting for you all of these years. I never let anyone touch me the way that you have. I love you,” she whispered softly against his lips.

 

Her words opened up the floodgates that Inuyasha had been holding back. His lips crashed down on hers again and his hands held her back and neck. It was as if he was afraid that she would disappear or change her mind and ask him to stop. His hands reached down to her knees and hips. With one swift movement he brought her up, cradled in his arms, bridal style. Inuyasha held her close to his body as he walked her to his bedroom.

 

His mind tried to wrap itself around the series of events that had just played out. `Is this really happening?' he thought. He laid out Kagome lovingly on his bed while he looked down on her as if it was a dream. Two sake bottles stood on the end table near his bed as a testament to how much things had changed in a day. `I was trying to drown in my sorrows just a day beforehand,' he thought as his eyes drifted from the empty blue frosted bottles to a picture of Kagome that he had printed off the Internet. He remembered his hands tracing the curves of her body on the paper and now the real thing presented itself to him.

 

He chose to ignore the past as he focused on the girl in front of him. He licked his lips, tasting her fragrance in the air. Cherry blossoms and jasmine flooded his senses, but something much stronger invaded and clouded his mind. The musky, marine scent of her arousal spiked in the air. His body pulsed in response to her aroma.

 

`Damn,' was the only thing he thought as he moved onto the bed. He used his thighs to push her legs apart and then stood with his knees between her legs. He had wanted her for so long and now she lay willingly in front of him.

 

Kagome smiled up at him and reached out her hands to his body to touch his chest. Before she could move her hand, he placed his hand on top of hers, guiding her small fingers over the hollows and dips of his chest. Then using his own hand as a guide he brought her fingers to his growing hardness and showed her how to stroke him up and down. His breathing became heavier as her lithe fingers found their way under his pants and his underwear to touch his shaft. Nimbly, she stroked up and down. His gut clenched again as he willed his body back under his control.

 

He tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in their sockets as he took his own hands to trace her gentle curves, the very same curves he had been craving to touch yesterday. The luscious figure he thought he would never be able to see or feel again. He started with both hands on either side of her face and gently stroked his way down her neck while be paused to trail kisses. Her breath hitched as he continued down her body. He paused at her breasts that were covered in her sports bra. His fingers made their way under the elastic cotton fabric to pull it up and away from the swells of her breasts. Kagome even brought her arms above her head in order to help him pull up the offending cloth.

 

Then lying underneath him was Kagome's round exposed breasts. He stared at them briefly as he looked at the tan that ended at white triangles above her brown-pink areolas. He knew that the white area of her breasts had never been exposed to a lover before and it made them seem forbidden. He smiled as his lips lowered to take one peak into his mouth. Her body arched up against his bare chest and it felt electric. Skin touched heated skin and it was so pleasurable that it seemed illicit. One hand touched her round swells while his mouth lathed her hardening nipples.

 

He found that tasting her breasts only left him hungry for more skin. Her hands found their way into his long hair while his mouth dipped lower to nibble and kiss down her torso. He ran ginger circles around her belly button before he dipped down to run his tongue over her tummy.

 

Then his fingers ran into the red cotton cloth of her hakama pants. He suppressed a growl as he brought his hands under each side of her waist to hook under her panties and to pull them off of her body. Her body shuddered as he pulled off the clothing and he attempted to stave off any protests by kissing the exposed skin of her lower torso and legs.

 

Her body started to relax as he moved his body down between her legs, positioning his face where her sweet musky smell originated. He tried to ignore his growing arousal as his hands parted her warm, wet folds. He gave her moist pinkness a long languid lick of his tongue. He groaned in pleasure as he nearly tried to swallow her up. A tangy, marine scent clogged his mind as he licked up her essence. She was moaning under his ministrations, but he wasn't done yet. He moved one hand up to hold down her abdomen as his teeth scraped against her nub at the top of her folds. She nearly jumped as he started to suck on the tiny nub that was getting increasingly hard under his tongue. His steady arm held her down firmly on the bed as she tried to squirm and gasped under his careful attention. “Please…,” she begged. He only answered by continuing to torment her with his tongue. He needed to bring her pleasure before the actual act itself.

 

Her two hands somehow found their way to his fuzzy ears and she started to stroke them causing a deep rumble to issue from his chest. It became even more difficult for him to concentrate on giving her pleasure between his throbbing erection and the satisfying touches that his ears were receiving.

 

His tongue dived in and out of her recesses and his fingers rubbed her pearl. She writhed and began to gasp louder and louder before her body quivered under his. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, revealing white and her body blushed from her cheeks all the way down to the curls of her sex. She screamed as her body convulsed—her first orgasm rocking through her body.

 

He grinned as he watched her body that lay on his bed in a quivering heap. Without giving her any pause, he removed his hakama and sports briefs. Then he slid his nude body between her legs. He wanted her to feel his warmth and hardness right next to her core before he attempted anything.

 

He kissed her, slow and lingering—his long silver hair curtaining their bodies. Then once her lips parted and his tongue found a haven within her mouth, their kisses became heated and wanton. Small hands that had once fisted into his haori now pressed up against his bare and recently healed chest. Every place her fingers touched burned hot trails along his upper body and seared his flesh with need.

 

His hands found purchase in the roots of her long ebony hair bringing her lips even closer to his. He loved her. He hungered for her. He needed her. He desired her.

 

Her hands had moved down his back in a massaging motion before they gently cupped his muscular ass and griped it with a hand on each cheek. The force of her touch brought his pulsating shaft right up against her wetness. He groaned as he tried to fight the urge to slam deeply into her. Her body rocked underneath his as she pushed her own slick core against his. He gritted his teeth as the top of his bloated cock rubbed into her. Her arousal called to him, coaxing him to surrender to velvety heat. Slowly, he pushed into her and he gasped at her tightness. He had never felt anything like this before. Usually he was able to slide right in without any resistance, however her virginal body was unused to the intimate invasion. He pressed against her heat and trailed kisses down her face and neck. “Shush, Kagome. Relax,” he whispered into her ear as he continued to kiss and soothe her.

 

It was going against every instinct he had to only move in a mere inch at a time and to give her time to acclimate. But he knew that he could bide his time. He finally had her and their bodies were joined. He could be patient for once—if only for Kagome's sake.

 

After agonizing moments, his entire length was enveloped in her silky snug warmth. He throbbed and quivered within her as instinct took over. He had started by moving slowly, but soon his own body was lost in the moment. The thrusts became more insistent—more needy.

 

He clenched his jaw as he tried to slow down to focus on Kagome. Her eyes were far away, her face flush with redness and her mouth opened with moans that were becoming louder. He found his rhythm as he watched her face and the blush that crept down her body. He pushed into her, reaching for her sweet spot that made her cry out. Soon she was screaming incoherently and her inner muscles quivered and contracted around him.

 

He breathed in deeply as he finally gave into her. With each push he fell deeper into pleasure, into nothingness, into the brink that seemed to lie between life and death. He felt himself let loose within her. Driving, grinding, releasing into a warmth that was sweet torture. His own body seemed beyond his control as his hips slammed into hers and he howled.

 

He didn't really remember when he became coherent or when his own body started to respond to his control again. All he could focus on was the sweet aroma of her arousal and his release. Her sweat and scent had intermingled with his—she smelled of him and he of her. He had sex before, but what amazed him was how much he liked the way their combined scents smelled. They were complementary. Usually he would immediately shower after sex to get the stench off of him. However, now he didn't want to bathe—it was too good of a smell to get rid of.

 

They were still intimately joined when he kissed her deeply and lovingly. “Kagome,” he said breathlessly. He didn't want the moment or Kagome to disappear—so he laid his body on top of hers and held her firmly against him. “Don't ever go.”

 

Her own tentative fingers crept over his back and into his hair as she pulled him close. She kissed the side of his face and then smiled back at him. “I'll stay by your side as long as you'll have me,” she said softly. He couldn't help but respond with a rumble from deep inside his chest. Then he moved beside her and brought his hands around her so that he could curve around her naked body.

 

He basked in the moment, holding her body close and knowing that everything that he thought he had lost had been regained. With a satisfied sigh he brought up his covers and tucked them around their bodies. He hugged her again, enjoying the feel of her warm sweaty skin against his equally nude and warm body. He kissed the back of her head as his head drifted back onto his pillow and fell into dreamland.

 

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They were lying somewhere between the realms of wakefulness and dreams when some loud noises started to rouse Inuyasha. His fuzzy white ears twitched and then turned in the direction of the noise. He heard the front door slam and swift feet running down the hall.

 

Suddenly, the door to his room burst open with fury—the door bouncing off of one wall as an angry wolf demon stormed into the room.

 

“Inuyasha!” screamed Koga with eyes that were narrowed in anger. Abruptly, the wolf demon's demeanor changed as he spied the two people lying in Inuyasha's bed—both naked.

 

Koga's jaw dropped in surprise as Kagome turned to see who was yelling Inuyasha's name. The white sheet that had covered her modesty fell from her body as she twisted. Koga's first glance was of her smooth backside glistening with sweat, but then her movements exposed her luscious breasts with rose-brown areolas to his appreciative eyes.

 

Koga froze as his eyes roamed over her naked flesh. Kagome suddenly blushed and drew the sheet back over her nude torso. Inuyasha's eyes widened in anger as he noticed Koga ogling his girl. He was about to yell when Koga beat him to the punch.

 

“So, that's why you threw the game, Yash?” asked Koga. The wolf demon's eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. Then he smirked and looked at Kagome with a feral glint in his eyes. “Kagome, if I throw the next game will you sleep with me, too?”

 

“What?” exclaimed Kagome in embarrassment. “I didn't sleep with him because of the game.”

 

“Shut up, Wolf Shit!” yelled Inuyasha. He leapt out of the bed in all of his naked glory and stood in front of Koga—his breath heavy with anger. “Don't you ever ask her that again! She's mine!”

 

Koga held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Calm down, Dog Turd. You know that you're off the team and most of UCLA wants to skewer you alive?” Inuyasha's head drooped in defeat as Koga continued, “But hot damn, I still wish that I could trade places with you!” Koga grinned before he ran out the room, ducking away from Inuyasha's swiping claws.

 

“God damned, Wolf Shit. He had no right to even see you…,” muttered Inuyasha as he slammed the bedroom door and locked it. An appreciative giggle was heard and Inuyasha's ears tilted toward the woman who had made the noise.

 

“Inuyasha. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a fabulous butt?” questioned Kagome who was looking at Inuyasha with deep appreciation.

 

“What?” asked Inuyasha cocking his head to one side. `What has gotten into her?' he thought to himself as he looked at his girl, wavy ebony locks surrounding her face and a lithe nude body that was partially covered in disheveled white sheets. Then he looked down at himself and realized for the first time that he was parading around in his room and had nearly gotten into a fight with his own roommate while he was stark naked. He actually blushed as he met Kagome's approving stare.

 

“Sorry, I guess you bring out the worst in me,” Kagome answered, becoming contrite in the face of Inuyasha's astonishment.

 

He smiled and sat down next to her on his bed. “If that's your worst, then what is your best like?”

 

“Do you want me to show you?” she asked with a sly smile that bordered on the seductive.

 

Inuyasha only murmured an assent as his arm nestled in the crook of her neck and his mouth found hers again.

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Author's Notes:

#1: Soundtrack for this lemon: `Let Love In' by the Goo Goo Dolls, `Tease Me, Please Me' by the Scorpions, `Inside' by Sting and `Gonna Get Close to You' by Queensrÿche.

#2: After a lot of discussion with my betas, the lemon for this chapter was completely re-written. I decided the first draft wasn't loving enough and one of my betas thought it wasn't realistic enough. Now, I won't say that this lemon was completely realistic—but at least it had some elements of realism. Let me know if I succeeded or not. If you would like to read a well-written and realistic lemon check out `Memory' by InuSaga.

#3: My betas split on which team won the last Rose Bowl game in my story. One beta said it was a tie and the other beta said that since the last (non-disqualified player) that went down was Sesshomaru that UCLA won. Since I had USC win the opening game, I'm going to give the last game to UCLA.

#4: My memory of my friend's apartment in Los Angeles (shared by four guys with two bedrooms) was used to describe Inuyasha's apartment. The place was always a mess with empty beer bottles and trash. The only thing in the fridge was beer and takeout--a true bachelor pad.

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Next Chapter: Life is a Highway. No, things aren't over yet. There are consequences to face and an uncertain destiny lies ahead. There are 2-3 chapters to go until the end…