InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Act On It ❯ first scene ( Chapter 3 )

Act on it

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor do I make money out of what I write. I do it just for fun. Unfortunately, Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko... *sigh*

 

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A/N: A new story. I know. I haven't finished the others, yet. But I'm getting to that :D

 

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It was evening. The room was big and really tall, and Kagome felt as if she were in a palace. She hadn't expected such an imposing room, and she was now nervous that it might affect her. After all, it was quite ostentatious for such a small scene.

 

But then again, everything about this movie was going to be pretentious, wouldn't it? They all expected it to be the embodiment of perfection, didn't they?

 

“Are you sure you don't need anything?” the director asked Kagome, whose nerves were written all over her face. She nodded wordlessly, but it took an absolute imbecile not to notice her increasing worry. It wasn't that she thought she wouldn't do her job fine, but such am impressive room and the presence of Inuyasha were enough to give her a heart attack. Actually, it wasn't the room at all, but she was really worried because Phil had decided to begin with a hot scene, for some God forsaken reason. The hottest scene in the movie, that is.

 

It wasn't exactly the thought of being more intimate with the hanyou that made her nervous, she kept telling herself, trying to believe it, but failing miserably.

 

She was officially terrified - afraid she would scrunch her nose in disgust or something, which wouldn't be professional at all. It was so easy for her to envision the annoyance on his face that was sure to appear. She could only hope that the hanyou had the same problem as well. It would be good to know she was not the only one feeling that way, and she was sure he didn't like her one bit.

 

Kagome nodded when Phil assured her she would do fine and resumed her position against the intricately carved, oak table. The air crashed inside her chest abruptly with a deep inhale, making her dizzy.

 

“Action,” she heard someone say in the distance, but it was almost lost on her as the new lighting gave the room an intimate touch and suddenly everything changed inside her. She felt oddly comfortable there, humming a soft tune that the cameras recorded, closing her eyes comfortingly and then setting her open palms on the surface behind her. She was gradually letting herself fall back on the table, seemingly writhing in pleasure. The melody that vibrated from her lips increased in intensity as she kept arching her body off the table, pushing her arms in the air in elaborate movements, before bringing them back on the table to trail them on the cold surface.

 

The fact that she was bended backwards at her waist wasn't at all uncomfortable… This was her world. For a few moments, this was everything she'd ever wanted. The cool gust floating freely from a single open window that was large enough to fit five persons through it gingerly touched her smooth skin.

 

She ignored the few noises that announced the hanyou's approach. She was Emiri now, a young girl with a single passion: dancing, and he was Ken, a debatably mad boy who shared her fervour.

 

Emiri's hand twitched on the wooden surface, but she refused to open her eyes, as a gentle hand fleetingly touched her hip that was hanging from the edge of the table.

 

Ken looked at her with eyes full of practised admiration, as he kept dancing his own routine to a song he supposedly held within his heart. There were no lyrics; only soothing music meant to comfort his aching soul.

 

For a second, Inuyasha nearly felt it. The tremor coursing through his veins at the sight of his beloved thrashing on the table before him. But she wasn't his lover, nor was she someone who he liked being around, he reminded himself, as he allowed Ken another touch of hot, virgin skin.

 

He almost scoffed at the thought that the real woman in front of him was surely no more of a virgin than he was.

 

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“Hey!” Kagome shouts in disbelief and I roll my eyes once more at Inuyasha's bluntness. Really, this man is going to up our rating in no time. You wouldn't believe the things that come out of his mouth during breaks…

 

“Could you please stop talking about our sex life to the whole gaddamned world?” the very angry woman before me shouts, and I take a look at her husband. Needless to say, I feel like I'll burst with laughter. His eyes are so wide it's hilarious, and his mouth is doing fish-talking.

 

“I was not talking about our sex life, wench!” Inuyasha yells at her, and boy, are her eyes so narrowed, they look like mere slits. “I was just saying how I thought you were a virgin back then!”

 

That did it. When I say it, I mean `unleashing hurricane Kagome'.

 

“And what are you doing now? Practically bragging to everyone that you're the only one who got to nail me! Isn't that about our sex life, Inuyasha? Huh?” She is seconds from ripping him to shreds.

 

“Don't worry, you told them that yourself a few minutes ago,” he says, recalling the subtle way she has divulged this to the camera to remind him that she didn't share anything remotely similar to intimacy with Kouga.

 

Kagome's rage, however, increases visibly, as her veins are almost purple on her neck.

 

“And whose fault was that, you idiot?!”

 

I motion to the cameraman to stop filming and he complies.

 

“Listen,” I try to calm them, “You can continue this at home. Please focus, will ya? We have an interview to continue here.” They finally agree with me after a few minutes and I'm relieved. Although pouting, Kagome is calm again.

 

“Don't think you're off the hook,” she warns her husband and I snicker at his horrified face, and then the cameraman turns the camera back on.

 

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Emiri was desperately trying to ignore Ken's presence, but the knowledge that he might be watching her had her fighting off shivers. Never opening her eyes, she slowly lifted herself from the table in a fluid, slow movement, and smiled when she heard a swiftly squelched gasp lift the man's lips.

 

Her hands were in the air, still moving, and she gradually brought them to rest beside her body. Against her will, her eyes opened and caught the gaze of the man before her. He had stopped from his routine to watch her. Her heartbeat increased and Kagome closed her eyes for a second, imagining how the sound crew would add a few pounding heartbeats to this scene, making it more palpable.

 

The cameras rolled around them as they looked at each other, various emotions swirling within their orbs.

 

Ken's face was determined. He was still as in love with her as she was with him. Despite her pleas, he hadn't been able to stop loving her. But he erased all traces of such feelings from his face as he reached a hand between them, for her to take.

 

“Dance with me,” he demanded sternly.

 

This would be their night, right before everything ended. Before he had to make a choice, and she knew what would happen. If that's what it took, it would also be the only thing she ever saw.

 

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“Wait, wait,” I interrupt, already feeling sorry for it, but this… this amazes me. “Are you saying you're suicidal in your first movie together, Kagome? Is Emiri going to kill herself? Please tell me, cause I haven't seen the movie yet.”

 

Kagome's face is all smile as she probably decides to tell the whole story of the movie for me to really understand the bits and pieces. She looks at her husband briefly and he nods, before beginning to speak.

 

“Emiri is a girl that doesn't have anything other than dancing in her life. She has no family.” Kagome pauses to make things interesting. Damn woman; she takes her acting seriously. “She is extremely talented, but only does it for fun. When she meets ballroom dancer Ken, she falls in love with him. However, he is rude, obnoxious, extremely arrogant,” Kagome lists and shoots a knowing look at her husband even I don't miss. “Bottom line is, Ken is mad. Like, seriously. He decides overnight that he will kill hundreds of people. Dancers. A sacrifice, he says. When he lets Emiri in on his little plan, needless to say she is horrified. This is probably not the desired reaction to him, since he grows even stricter when it comes to actually going all the way with this. Emiri decides she will attend the dancing competition that Ken was going to blow up. A night before it, this happens,” Kagome says, emphasising the words this. I know in an instant that she refers to what they have been recently telling us.

 

“So they're together one last time,” Inuyasha continues, deciding to join the storytelling. “The day after, Ken goes rampant on everybody; he kills them all by placing a bomb inside the building, and he unknowingly kills Emiri, too. He never finds out she died by his hands.”

 

Whoa. What a story. Makes me want to see it; especially if these two are in it. Of all the movies I saw with them as leading actors, their first one, I missed.

 

“This is like... a tragedy or something,” I comment, completely out of breath.

 

“Something like that,” Kagome says cheerily. “It's the second time I die in genocides,” she says and giggles and I suddenly remember Remorse and the terrorist attack. “Both times, my lovers kill me.” She eyes Inuyasha playfully. “Will it be the same in real life?”

 

Inuyasha's expression is none too nice as the cameraman focuses on it. There are so many emotions going on there, I don't even want to get into it.

 

“Don't say such bullshit,” he warns heatedly, shutting her up.

 

“Anyway,” she says, a little out of breath, her voice shaking, but never breaking eye-contact with her husband, “It was probably the most realistic movie I have ever done.”

 

Inuyasha nods, and I nod, too, but I don't know why.

 

“Sometimes, I felt like it really was real life,” Inuyasha comments and I go all, whooh! That's a confession.

 

“As far as I know, you weren't into her back then,” I tell him.

 

“I wasn't, actually. But you have to recognise a good actor when you see them; and she is one. That's what made it all believable. I got lost in that world,” he admits, and something about his serious tone makes me unable to tease him about it.

 

“Same here,” Kagome says, raising a delicate hand and waving it a bit, before letting it fall on her lap. Her legs are folded at the knees; she looks slightly uncomfortable.

 

“Why don't you let us tell you the story?” Kagome asks and I nod.

 

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“What do you want us to dance?” Emiri asked breathlessly as she let her hand touch Ken's gently - an open sign that she had accepted the invitation - until he grasped it tightly, bringing her body against his in a fluid motion. He leaned more towards her, that she thought they would forever remain moulded like that, but then he whispered hotly in her ear, “Whatever we feel like dancing.” His voice was low, heavy with passion and restraint. His voice was rough.

 

Without warning, he thrust his right leg between her thighs, heatedly grasped her left hand, bringing it behind her body to rest on her back under his larger one, while the index finger of his right hand traced a hot path on her neckline. For Emiri, this was absolute madness.

 

Her lips parted sensually as their intense gazes connected. He initiated the dance, leading her backwards in clean, incredibly natural movements, so different from the rather stiff ballroom dance she knew he was used to. As her breasts were pressed against his rough chest, the passion radiating off their bodies collided painfully hard with the ceiling.

 

Emiri felt her body lowering itself backwards until she was parallel with the ground. Without any words, Ken's hand rested on her abdomen, where it traced sensual circles, before he placed a firm arm behind her so she wouldn't fall. Hovering above her, their breaths inches away from each other, Ken's wrist flicked with a sudden movement, and Emiri found herself upright in no time at all, her body even closer to his - if that was possible. Their movements matched their rapidly beating hearts, and every time he touched her aching hips, her breath would hitch in her throat audibly.

 

Looking into his alluring eyes, Emiri touched the side of his face, before thrashing about seductively, kicking the heat up a notch. He came behind her in a swift motion she missed, but she was rewarded with a light kiss on her naked shoulder, since her strap had fallen off, hanging freely. Grabbing her hips and pulling them towards his pelvis, he moaned noticeably when they both experienced something so beautiful, so ancient. So primal. Taking full control of her body and realising she allowed it, Ken grasped her nape gently, applying a firm pressure to tell her she should bend. And so she did. Her dress-clothed ass against his crotch, Ken led her body to move from left to right in a bended at the waist position, drawing a perfect circle until she would be back against his chest.

 

Her dark hair flowed gracefully, draping loosely on her lowered head.

 

The hotness of the dance wasn't lost on them. When she returned to her position with her back against his chest, she wound her arms back against his nape, rubbing herself against him seductively, fully engaging in this carnal game. It was a challenge for their already primed souls, and they both knew it.

 

He moaned and threw his head back, scrunching his nose for a second, before he grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted the left side of it above her hips. Promptly, he placed his hand onto her hot flesh and caressed gently, as their pelvises moved together in time with a melody only they understood.

 

What had started as a combination hot salsa and frenzied, sensuous dance moves soon became something much more deep, raw.

 

Emiri started humming with her eyes closed, missing Ken's smile as he placed a kiss on the side of his neck. She threw her hands in the air, moving them about in lazy motions, but froze at his gesture. His left hand came soothingly on her back, putting a distance between them, and he traced her spine, feeling the shivers escalating, climbing every inch of her skin as they dissolved at the base of her neck.

 

They spun around and swayed sensuously in the tall room, leaving no space for air. They were both high, addicted by this thrilling emotion that crawled inside their already aroused bodies, bringing them further to life.

 

Her hips made a shift as they were far gone, lost into a giddy spin. In a smooth motion, he set her on her feet again, bringing her against his body once more, her right leg hanging loosely on his hip, his hand under her knee to support her. He slowly let her fall backwards, her left heel sliding on the hard wood between his legs floor for a while, until he decided to jerk her vertically again.

 

Suddenly, his roaming hands touched her breasts freely, as his searching lips found the hot flesh of her neck that was ready to be ravished by his hungry mouth.

 

Emiri moaned under his ministration, but she kept dancing alluringly, enticing him further. She threw her head to her side to allow him better access, as they both kept swaying freely, sliding across the room in either big or small steps, their bodies never too far from one another.

 

Suddenly, Ken pulled her to a stop. Confused, the girl snapped her eyes open to gaze into a liquid pool of swirling emotions. Without much of a warning, he planted his mouth on hers, effectively shutting up any word that would have come out of her mouth. His lips dominated hers, and when she finally allowed the entrance of her tongue, their bodies blazed with unknown fire.

 

They were burning, and it felt so good…

 

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“And it really did,” Inuyasha interrupts, making his wife frown at him, but she immediately smiles.

 

“What do you mean?” I ask. Oh, I know what you mean. You got little inu panting for more, didn't you, you old dog?

 

“It was the first time for both of us when we did such a huge scene without actually having to repeat it. We did it without mistake. It was flawless, and they decided to leave it like that. It was really natural, you can say. I was really into it at times,” Kagome says, blushing.

 

“Only at times?” Inuyasha asks sceptically, arching a dark eyebrow.

 

“Well,” she begins, but he shakes his head to stop her from talking. “I'm going to continue describing,” he announces, clearing his throat, and I motion for the camera to start taking real interest. I have a feeling things will get heated.

 

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Ken led the hot woman in his arms to the table, laying her on it between kisses, searing touches, and liquid dance moves. His mouth was blistering against hers; she could feel the masculinity of his taste sweep her off her feet in an instant. She could drown in him, she knew, and she wouldn't care, not even for a second.

 

There were no words between them… only shady noises of gasps and moans they ripped from each other's throats as their bodies melted together on the rigid, oak table.

 

Wandering female fingers lowered his shirt from his back, leaving his chest bare to her starving gaze. Blazing kisses blown haphazardly on her already scorched skin elicited tingling sensations inside Emiri's stomach, as she trailed her sharp nails against the rough skin of her lover's back. Knowing that this would be their last time made it so much sweeter for Emiri, who held no regrets.

 

As their bodies joined into a faultless fusion, their minds were blank, and their souls were linked together. Just for a few passing moments.

 

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“Damn, that must've been hot!” I comment and I know for a fact that they agree.

 

“After that scene,” Kagome says, “we made sure not to do such long scenes again. So - if we had to, we would even err deliberately so we could repeat the scene and divide them into smaller ones. I guess we both didn't want to stir unwanted feelings for each other.”

 

This is great news!

 

“It was… damn, it was the best scene ever!” Kagome states, “I was really surprised afterwards to realise it had all been part of the movie, but my greatest surprise consisted of Inuyasha doing this with me. I knew he didn't like my character and all, even though he hadn't got to know me, but I hadn't imagined he would be so caught up in it, too.”

 

“And we never discussed it, which is kind of strange,” Inuyasha comments and shoots Kagome a dry look. She shrugs and then some silence.

 

Then some more of that silence.

 

And then the sound of the cameraman sighing.

 

“So what about dancing? Was it hard for you to do it” I ask, happy that I managed to say something to break the silence.

 

“Actually, I am very talented at it,” Kagome says, giving me a warm smile, “but Inuyasha, he was amazing. He took three days before the actual shooting so he could learn the steps and all. He came all ready. Before that, he had never danced like that. We never did a rehearsal of the scene. We used is as raw as it was.”

 

“Oh, you were so very anxious to play that scene, weren't you, Inuyasha?”

 

“I guess I was,” he admits, and I'm a little taken aback. I can't believe he is this honest, but then again, he has matured over time. Hopefully.

 

“So that was virtually your first time, wasn't it?” I ask, and I can already see Kagome's blush forming on her cheeks. They're both predictable.

 

“We don't wanna talk about it,” I hear Inuyasha say, even though I have been watching his wife's reaction, and I realise the poor guy's probably terrified of what's going to happen at home. Kagome gives him an appreciative smile that I'm sure melts his heart and chases his insecurities away.

 

“You know,” Kagome starts, “for a moment, I'm sure we weren't Emiri and Ken anymore… We were ourselves, just enjoying the feel of each other. I could swear that what happened, if only for a fleeting moment.”

 

“You're right,” Inuyasha agrees, and we the cameraman decides to pause the recording so the actors can share a heated kiss, probably to relive the feelings from back then. Me, I don't know which way too look. I think there was an interesting magazine here somewhere; this might take a while.

 

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A/N: *Salsa also means sauce, hehe. Hot salsa = hot sauce. I just thought I'd throw it in for consideration.

 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. I sure as Hell enjoyed writing it, hehe :) Until next time.