InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter of Trust ❯ Lazy Saturdays ( Chapter 11 )

A Matter of Trust

By: TuxedoUranus89/InitialA

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. Only this sweet lemonade…

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Author's Note: Gee, all this lemon talk, am I being serious, or am I just teasing you all? I honestly don't know! Maybe some citrus this chapter… Maybe. =D Thanks for all the reviews, I'm glad the confession went over well, the reactions were better than I was expecting. Did I really lead you on to believe things were much worse than they really were?

 

Warm… a lilac scent drifted by his nose, and he buried his face into the warm pillow. Miroku would be coming soon, if he remembered right, he still needed help getting his and Sango's hut together. Might as well get as much sleep as possible… He tiredly reached out for his mate, even in his half-asleep state needing to feel her skin against his. His hand met nothing but futon and air. Panicking, he sat up, and tried to breathe normally as he remembered that Miroku was long dead and he was in his apartment in modern-day Tokyo. He looked down and realized he was still in his tuxedo from the night before. Memory flooded him, and he realized that the lilac scent had been left from her, which had called back long-ago memories of their short time sleeping together. Shrugging out of the suspenders—he'd removed the jacket after she'd fallen asleep—he ran his fingers through his hair, yanking out the elastic tie in the process. Kagome's voice filled the room as she wandered in with a tray of food. “Good morning, sunshine.” She said cheerfully, setting the tray on his nightstand. “I was wondering when I'd have to come wake you, it's nearly noon.”

He blinked stupidly, and looked at the clock, as it switched over to read 12:00PM. “So it is. I don't think I've ever slept this late in my life…”

She smiled, and sat on the bed. “Well, it was a rather long day. I don't think you so much as twitched when I got up this morning.”

He glanced at the tray. “What, room service today?”

Instructing him to lean back on the pillows, she set the tray over his legs. “Something like that. Breakfast-slash-lunch in bed. Your favorite Ramen, and coffee to get the cobwebs out.”

He sighed after letting the bitter black liquid slide down his throat. “Gods I love you, woman…”

Kagome turned pink, and her scent spiked with arousal. He looked at her for a minute, then patted the bed next to him. “C'mere, wench.”

She eased herself up next to him, and he surprised her by putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in to lean against his chest. “I do love you.” He told her, nuzzling the top of her head. “Maybe I haven't said it the right way, or much at all, these last few weeks, but I do.”

He heard her smile in her voice. She picked up the chopsticks and scooped up a small amount of noodles from the steaming cup. “Open up, love.”

He obliged, and she fed him. When he'd swallowed, she pecked his cheek. “I love you too.”

For the first time in a very long time, he felt a weight in his chest leave. He felt like he was going to float right off the bed, but somehow remained solidly planted as his mate fed him. “How are your feet?” He asked between scoops of noodles.

She shrugged. “Achy. They hurt still this morning, but they were better after a bath. I think I just need to stay off my feet today…”

He took the cup with his free hand and drank some of the broth and vegetables down. “I wish you would have mentioned something earlier…” He grumbled, setting the cup back down. “Manners or not, we would have left earlier if I knew you were hurting.”

She shrugged, setting the chopsticks on the tray and placing her hand on her ever-swelling stomach. “It didn't matter. Besides, I missed you carrying me…”

His arm slid down her shoulders and around her back, his hand coming to rest just under hers. The pup was kicking feebly, and he rubbed her stomach in response. Kagome closed her eyes, tucking her head under his chin. “I'm scared.” She said quietly.

He blinked in surprise. “Of what?”

“You said last night I was so calm and took this all in stride… I'm not, really. I've been scared since day one. I have no idea what's happening to me, I never know who I'm going to be first thing in the morning, or how I'm going to be through the day or when I go to bed, I want to eat the strangest foods, I routinely feel faint, nauseous, achy, I have to pee all the time, I can't sleep, I can't see my feet anymore, my boobs are freaking huge, and just this morning I got a nosebleed as I got out of the shower! From nothing at all!!” She waved her hand exasperatedly.

He held back a laugh. “I take it all of this is normal?”

She nodded. “As normal as the moon cycle, or so they tell me. It's just so infuriating that I barely have control over what my body's doing anymore. It's bending to the whims of this little guy… or girl.”

She rubbed the swell. He looked down at her. For the first time he was noticing she actually had cleavage now, clearly visible from her position and the low cut dress she was wearing. Swallowing hard, he tried to control the blood rushing southward. “Well, for what it's worth, you put on a good show of handling it all impeccably.”

She laughed. “Thank you… Now if only my feet would stop hurting. I wanted to go shopping today.”

“Why? You and those weird friends of yours were going to go later this month.”

She shook her head. “This is a bit more urgent. I need new bras, I'm outgrowing the few I have again.”

He groaned inwardly, trying not to think perverted thoughts. “Can't it wait?”

She shrugged. “I suppose. I haven't started leaking yet, I'll really need new ones when that happens…”

His eyes flew open. “Leaking?!”

She reached up and patted his cheek. “It's for me to worry about and you to console my grumblings. It's just an abundance of breast milk, that's all.”

He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Instead, he slid out of her grasp, and moved the tray back on to the nightstand, telling her he really needed to shower and put on fresh clothes. She nodded agreeably, and slowly got to her feet, carrying the tray back to the kitchen.

An hour later he found her laying on the cough with her feet propped up on a pillow, watching something on the television. She looked up and grinned at his outfit: the old firerat hakama and a beater. “Now that's just not fair.” She complained as he helped her sit up so she could rest against him.

“What's that?” He asked, settling in comfortably.

She poked at his wiry muscles. “How come you get to look so gorgeous while I look like a fat old toad?”

InuYasha blushed. “I'm not gorgeous, and you're not a toad.”

She twisted herself around to glare at him. “Oh, so I'm old and fat?”

He blinked. “W-What? I didn't say that!”

Kagome poked a finger into his chest. “You just said I wasn't a toad, there was nothing about being fat and old and ugly—”

He pushed her hand down. “You're not ugly! Or fat! Or old!”

“You're just saying that because I called you on it!”

He blinked, thoroughly confused at this point. “That's not true, you're not a fat, old, ugly toad!”

Her eyes were shiny at this point. “You called me a toad!” She cried.

InuYasha opened and closed his mouth a few times, thoroughly in disbelief and having no idea what to do next. Shippou was chuckling as he came out of his and his mate's room. “Just let it go, InuYasha. It's the hormones talking.”

A pillow was whipped at his head. “Shut UP Shippou!” Kagome wailed.

The kitsune grinned as he tossed the pillow back, and InuYasha gave him a pleading look. “Oh no,” Shippou laughed, “You gave me hell when Itazura was like that. I'm enjoying this too much to help.” The kitsune went to rummage in the fridge, while InuYasha grumbled, sitting back and waiting for it to stop.

Her sobs became quieter as she sat there, eventually stopping except for the slight hiccup here and there. Kagome lay back against his chest, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. One crisis down, and the day had just begun. Cautiously, in case she was still upset, he slid a hand onto her shoulder, rubbing it lightly. She leaned into his touch, and he brought his other hand in to help. Her head lolled against his chest, letting out a soft moan as his thumbs worked out the knots in her back. Her scent was changing again, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to attempt to distract himself from reacting. He switched to running his hands up and down her upper arms, until she reached up and laced her fingers through his, and brought them down to rest on her stomach. “My dad was scared too.” She said, her voice distant, thinking of far-off memories.

“Keh?”

She patted her stomach. “Mama told me… my dad was scared too, when she was pregnant with me. He had all the worries you have, wondering if he'd be a good father, if things would turn out alright… So you aren't the first one to be worried.”

InuYasha absently rubbed his thumb across hers. She'd never talked about her father before. “What happened?” He asked.

She looked up, confused. “What happened to your father?” He smelled her tears again, and inwardly cursed himself.

She shook her head. “You… you probably remember that plane crash… the one fifteen years ago? Mama… Mama was pregnant with Souta, and Papa… Papa was on his way to Osaka for business… The plane crashed, and he… he didn't make it… They only identified him from his briefcase, and his wedding ring… I don't even remember much of him, I was only three when he died… Souta never knew him, only some pictures Mama has. He would have liked you, I think… what I remember was that he was always so nice to everyone, accepted them for who they were… he had a great, deep laugh too, Mama always made him laugh…”

Her voice wavered. “I just… Lately I've wished he was still here… to see the pup, to know how his children grew, to watch his grandchild grow… I know how hard it was for Mama, when Souta was born and all she had was me and Grandpa. Raising two children under the age of five, with a father-in-law who had to run the family shrine… I think that's why she was so accepting of me in a similar situation… she knew what it was like to carry a child without a father… How it felt to lose a husband…”

His arms wrapped around her fully, fitting snugly under her breasts as he held her as tightly as he dared, pressing his lips against the top of her head and breathing in her scent. “I'm here now… I'm here and nothing can keep me from you again…” S

he nodded, and leaned back into his embrace. The salty scent of her tears made his heart wrench; he shifted her slightly, and tentatively licked at the tracks they'd left down her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and held very still, terrified if she moved, he'd stop. He sensed her mixed desire, and touched his nose to hers, resting their foreheads together. “Don't cry anymore.” He said softly. “You know I hate it.”

Instead of replying, she asked, “What happened to your mother?”

His eyes clouded, and he looked down. “There was an earthquake… We lived in a series of caves then, the humans couldn't get at us because we knew the labyrinth so well…”

He shuddered, and she instinctively rubbed his ear; human as it was, he leaned into her soothing touch. “I couldn't sleep that night, the ground felt too hot to me. She didn't mind it, or notice it; it was early spring and still cold at night, so it might have helped her keep warm, aside from all the layers she wore… When the ground started to shake, I got scared… It took a minute to wake her, and her kimono layers kept getting in the way. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she hadn't told me to run outside, that she'd catch up as soon as she got all her kimono under control… The rocks were grinding together in the ground, in the walls, and it was all so loud and unnerving, I got out as fast as I could… There was a crash right after I got out, and I hid, thinking it might be a cart from the village, and the men who tormented my mother and I would be coming, that it was a trick to lure us out… The men never came, and neither did my mother… She died in the cave-in… There were other entrances, and when I got to her, she'd died from blood loss when her lower half was crushed.”

Kagome ran her fingers through his silky dark hair, and brought his head against her shoulder in comfort. “InuYasha…?” She asked softly.

“Hmm?” He shifted her so he could hold her more comfortably.

“If it's a girl… can we name her after your mother?”

She looked up, and was pleased to see a small smile on his face. “Only if it's a boy, we name him after your father.” He replied, and was rewarded with a smile and more tears.

“Izayoi and Sachi… Mama will be pleased. I'm not sure about Sesshou-maru though.”

Her mate snorted. “Sesshou-maru can shove it. Those are our choices, not his.” Kagome nodded in agreement.

The rest of the afternoon was a typical lazy Saturday. After several more crying jags at everything from the movie they were watching, to her swollen ankles, to how kind he was being to her during her cries, InuYasha simply decided that today was a crying day, and also decided he much preferred the angry-happy-sad-happy-angry days. He soothed her as best he could, and also helped her go through another pint of ice cream. He managed to keep his hormones under control somehow, especially when she licked her spoon clean after the ice cream was gone, and when she'd dabbed some of the melted remains on his nose, giggling at his expression before licking it off. He did allow himself one blush-worthy comment, however, when the spoons were in the sink and the carton in the trash. Kagome was sprawled on the couch in his absence. “Ugh… I feel so fat… How am I going to get rid of this weight after the pup is born?”

Her voiced hinted on the verge of wailing. He knelt next to her, sliding his arms under her back to lift her, and said in a low, husky voice, “I can think of one very entertaining exercise that can help with that…” She turned bright red, but the serious spike in her scent made him smirk, aside from his now-swelling erection.

Shippou and Itazura joined them, cuddling with one another on the loveseat as InuYasha flipped through the channels, forgetting how drab Saturdays were for television; usually he was working on the weekends, and had often wondered why he even owned a television if he never made time to watch it. Now he was glad he did have it, thinking so as his mate tucked her head under his chin comfortably, even if there wasn't anything decent to watch. Later, when Kagome complained of being hungry again, he and Shippou volunteered for dinner-duty. “Something with pickled radishes.” His mate told him with a glare, to which he only smirked. The pup she carried truly was his.

Shippou yanked him into the kitchen. “Hey, I know it's not my place or anything, but would you please bed her tonight or something?” The kitsune asked, looking uncomfortable. “I know she's practically my mother, but you keeping her in a near-constant state of arousal… it's distracting.”

InuYasha brought his fist down, more gently than usual, on top of Shippou's head. “Insolent pup.” He remarked. “It's hard for me too, but I don't want to do anything she doesn't, especially this far along.”

Shippou just looked at him for a moment, before digging through the fridge for something to make. “I seriously doubt she doesn't want to do anything…” He muttered, knowing full well the hanyou would hear him. Instead of hitting him, like usual, InuYasha just grumbled, finding something to cook in.

After a meal of domburi, with a large dish of pickled radishes for InuYasha and Kagome to share, Itazura offered to do the dishes. Kagome tried to help, but she was swiftly sent back in the other direction. Rubbing her back lightly, she waddled her way back to the couch. Her mate was there already, patting the seat next to him. He immediately took her legs into his lap, and began working the knots out of her calves. Suppressing a loud moan of pleasure, she gratefully lay back. This felt even better than the hot water had. She gasped when he moved to her feet, and jerked them out of his grasp. “What?” He asked.

She glared at him over her stomach. “You know what, don't play innocent!”

He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “No, really. What?”

Narrowing her eyes further, she stuck out her tongue. “You know my feet are ticklish!”

“I'll be careful. And it'll make you feel better. Now stop wiggling, and come here—”

He grabbed her ankles and set them firmly in his lap. Gently, he massaged her feet, ignoring the stifled giggles that escaped his mate's lips when he hit a particularly ticklish spot. Her toes kept clenching at his hands, and wriggling. With his short human nails, he lightly tickled the arch of her foot; she shrieked in laughter and kicked her leg up and out of his reach. He barely retracted his head in time to miss being kicked. “You did that on purpose!” She yelped.

He grinned. “Maybe.”

She wasn't letting him touch her feet now, and burrowed them underneath his seat. He would have fought back, but her toes wriggling under some rather sensitive areas made it difficult for him to concentrate on multiple things at once.

Sometime later, he noticed she was dozing. Despite their late bedtime, she'd been up longer than any of them. Smiling slightly, he got up and took her into his arms. “Come on, wench… let's get you in a proper bed…”

Kagome grumbled, blinking sleepily. “I'm fine… Just tired…”

Ignoring her protests as usual, he closed the door behind him. She winced when he sat her on the bed. “InuYasha… rub my back, please? I swear, it just gets worse every day…”

He sat cross-legged behind her. “Like this?” He asked, being as gentle as he could against the small of her back.

She sighed with content, leaning back into his touch. Her scent was spiking again. “I can help you with that too…”

He blinked, not sure if he'd actually said what he thought he'd said. She gasped. Turning slightly to look at him, he was surprised to see, and smell, uncertainty and a bit of fear. “What's wrong?” InuYasha asked, feeling slightly panicked.

“A-Are you… are you sure?” She asked, voice wavering. “I mean… most guys get freaked out when they think of having sex with a pregnant woman… And I know it's still safe, but it still worries me…”

His eyes widened. “Kagome…” He turned red, trying to think of what to say. “I… er… I want to… but, er…”

She regarded him. “It scares you too?” She asked quietly.

He nodded, shamefaced; his youkai was snarling inside, not understanding why he wouldn't, couldn't take his mate. “I don't want to hurt the pup…”

She took his hand. He was relieved to see she was blushing too; he wasn't the only nervous one. “We can… start off slow. We don't have to… mate tonight, if we don't feel we can.”

They stared at each other, cautious. “Like… like before we mated…?” He asked softly.

“Like getting reacquainted.” She replied, her voice just as quiet.

Slowly, as if scared she'd make him stop, he met her lips with his. He thought to be gentle, but didn't quite realize exactly how strongly her arousal was affecting her. She pressed herself against him roughly, wanting his touch more than anything else at this moment. Aroused, and challenged, further by this dominance, he wanted nothing more than to shred her clothes and take her, as was his right, but his more human side knew he had to be gentle, and both of his bloodlines, in their own ways, worried for the safety of the pup.

InuYasha tried to lay her on her back, but she resisted. “I know how hard this must have been for you…” She whispered breathlessly, breaking their kiss.

Her hands were fumbling with the ties of his hakama. Kneeling on the floor, she managed to get the offending material off, and glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow as she noticed he still went without underwear. He blushed again, mumbling something about old habits, and she smiled slightly before taking him into her mouth. He sucked in a breath, hands clenching into the bedspread; she'd only done this once before, and that encounter was vivid in his mind as this one now. He choked out a broken version of her name as her tongue swirled around the tip. Pausing, she looked up to him, her mouth still covering the top of his length. He whimpered when she stopped, and looked pleadingly at her. He barely caught her brief smile before a howl lodged itself in his throat, sounding mangled as she began sucking forcefully on him, while her other hand reached up to massage his sack. “Ka-Kago—”

Hot, white light burst in his mind, and he bit down hard on his arm to stop himself from howling; Kagome gagged slightly when he thrust himself into her mouth further than she could handle, but swallowed him eagerly, ignoring the saltiness of his seed. Releasing him, she caught her breath and watched in amusement as he collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. “Feel better?” She asked softly, grunting slightly with the effort to get back on her feet. He nodded, too dazed to speak. Kagome smiled, and managed to get back onto the bed.

He turned his head to look at her. “Don't think this is over yet.” He warned, and she squeaked when he pounced on her.

She moaned as his lips met hers, and he greedily drank in her scent, which returned with spicy vengeance. He broke the kiss only to remove her dress, and returned, wrapping his arms around her to get rid of the damned bra-thing she insisted on wearing. He'd managed to get it off once or twice without resorting to claws, but it seems that five hundred years had dimmed his memory on these sorts of things. He growled, breaking their kiss again to see what he was doing. Kagome laughed, realizing the problem, and reached back to help him; this one had three hooks instead of the usual two, which was probably the main reason he was having trouble. Freed, he pushed her back to the mound of pillows, and could hardly contain himself: he latched himself to one of her nipples, and suckled. She cried out, and he felt confused when she pushed him away. He looked at her, and realized she was hurting. “What…?”

She covered her arms over her chest, holding herself tightly. “They're… they're sore… I thought this might help, but I guess not…”

He took her arms and gently removed them. “I'm sorry.” He told her honestly. “But don't hide yourself from me, please…”

InuYasha nuzzled the breast he'd hurt, and licked the side tentatively. She sighed, and he continued the treatment, remembering to pay attention to its twin as well. Here, he noticed, she smelled more like a nursing bitch than a pupped one, but he supposed it was only because she was making the milk she'd feed the pup after the birth next month. He breathed in the soothing smell for a moment, letting it calm him, before heading south. He paused briefly to nuzzle her swollen stomach, feeling the pup kick against his nose. “Keh, pup's already defending his mother…” He said, rubbing the tingling appendage.

Kagome looked at him curiously. “Kicked me.” InuYasha said simply, before distracting her with a lick to her thigh.

He disappeared behind her swollen stomach, but she could still feel everything he was doing. He underwear was gone within seconds, and his mouth eagerly lapped at her core, sending her into fits of gasps and moans. He was becoming dizzy at her scent's strength, but loved every minute of it, and made sure she did too. He ran his nails down her thighs, feeling the goosebumps that followed, and thrust his tongue inside her wet channel. She sucked in a breath, and felt something start to coil up tightly. He noticed as her scent changed, driving him to continue his sweet torture at a more hurried pace. The coil snapped as she felt a fang graze her nub, and she fought the urge to scream; she moaned out his name as her hips bucked, and he eagerly drank in her juices, cleaning her as the last of the pleasure waves coursed through her body. He slid up next to her, enjoying her flushed appearance. Her eyes were closed and she was panting.

She turned her head, and opened her eyes to a warm amber gaze staring back at her. She'd forgotten how emotional she could be in a post-orgasmic state, and started to cry as she reached up to trace his fuzzy ears, and bury her hands in his silky, snowy hair. He let her hold him and cry out her happiness, as he worked the blankets out from beneath them, and covered them both. When he looked at her again, she kissed him thoroughly, her hands never leaving his ears. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and traced the outline of his fangs, and she moaned in happiness. When she came up for air, he asked softly, “What was that for?”

She buried her head against his shoulder. “I missed you…”

About to reply that he'd been here for weeks now, he suddenly caught what she'd meant, and chuckled instead. She fell asleep holding his ears.

 

 

((The flight used in this chapter was real; in 1985 Japan Airlines Flight 123 crashed 100km north of Tokyo. Four women survived, out of 524 people on the flight. Also, it's noted in a book summing up the first eleven chapters/episodes, that her Papa died in an accident a long time ago, and that's why they live in the shrine house with Grandpa. (funnily enough, I didn't even know that until I Wiki'd Mrs. Higurashi after I'd written about the plane crash) The cause of Izayoi's death is entirely of my own creation, as there are no records of an earthquake in Japan in the mid-1200s. I like to think of myself as different now, since I didn't kill her off with a disease or hostility from the local humans. Though I was considering a disease, I didn't know what foreign diseases would have been present in Japan at the time. (damn that Japanese history class I took, I'm all methodical in keeping dates right and when trade started XD) So, really extra long chapter, since I don't know how much I'll be able to write this weekend; I have a bonspiel on Saturday and like, a thousand papers due next week. T_T Oh, college…

Unistar~ I hope this chapter made up for the lack of mate-acting!! I tried to keep that in mind the whole time, even if the last half was a bit hard to grind out.

Psycho_chick32~ I think that'll be coming up in… two chapters? Yes, that sounds about right, I have a fun scenario planned for next chapter, and then we'll get into the nitty-gritty with the maid… (oh dear, I hope that doesn't sound too horrible? XD)

Catlover260~ When I finish this, I might go and do a Rin/Sesshou-maru story in this universe, how they got together, their children, and maybe how the brothers got over their egos. =3 It's an idea I've been playing with, but I want to finish this one first! And I tried as best I could to make it as InuYasha-ish as possible, I'm really working at it to make him stay in character/character-with-added-maturity! I'm glad it worked well!

Skath~ Aww, thank you very much, I hope you keep reading!

Kokoronagomu~ I'm getting better at remembering where the vowels go in your penname. XD Anyway, thanks for the chocolatey motivation, I might have to dig out the M&Ms bag I have to keep up with it!!

Megumu192 ~ Thank you!!! I hope you liked this chapter!

Antwangel~ Thank you! I know the basic plot has probably been done, but I wanted to give it a try, and see how things went. =3 I'm pleased that so many people like it, and I hope you continue to read!!

Xagzan~ I liked that line too, heh. My roommate gave me a weird look when I laughed after re-reading what I'd just wrote at that point.

Lissa~ I'm thinking, if there's a point in the story to bring it up, that I may use that fate's-second-chance thought; I was thinking about it and how it also ties in with Kikyou's soul being reincarnated into Kagome…not sure if I want to mention Kikyou in this story or not though.

Chikyu~ Funny how he can't dance freely but he can waltz… I don't think I thought that part out too well, but I think it made sense at the time. XD I'm glad it came out well, that he was still uncertain about how to handle feelings, and how he was more likely to take flight than fight in these kinds of situations!

Nmos~ Yeah, but you know how he is with feelings and such. Poor overwhelmed hanyou.

InuYoukai~ Thank you!! *blushes* I'm glad you liked it!

Patty530~ I'm sorry I can only really update on weekends, since it's the only time I can get a chance to write (and stay up until 3am, which is for some reason the only time my muse gives me good ideas). I did try to get this chapter out earlier, but it was a not very exciting chapter (and I didn't have any awesome ideas on what to do with it other than strengthen their relationship). I hope you liked the chapter and it was worth the wait!!

Thank you so much everyone for reading and reviewing!! I hope everyone liked the chapter and I hope to get another one out this weekend, maybe two if I get lucky. I love all the feedback!!! See you next chapter!!))