InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Archery ❯ One-Shot

Archery
[A Naughty Inu-Yasha/Kagome Lemon]
by Cat Who
Beta-read by Sansai-chan

It was a clear, relatively peaceful day in the journey of the wanderers. They were on their way back to Kaede's village for a break before setting out in a new direction. Sango and Miroku had taken off together a while ago to go search out greens for dinner. Inu-Yasha was out hunting down game as well. They had left Shippo and Kirara to guard Kagome; or rather, they had left Kagome and Kirara to babysit Shippo. Whatever the actual logistics, the reality was that Kagome had some rare quiet time to herself.

She sighed and leaned back onto the warm grass. It was too nice a day to waste studying, even though her slipping grades were going to hurt her chances of continuing in high school. She used to be such a good student, too, except for math of course. She wasn't in danger of failing yet, but this existance of switching times every other week could not continue without serious repercussions.

However, this was her reality now. Impulsively, she sat up and grabbed her bow and arrow. Laying around in the sunshine was nice, but she might as well get some practice in.

"I'm going to go do some archery," she called to Shippo. The kitsune waved and continued his secret game with Kirara, which seemed to involve a lot of running around in circles and giggling. She walked well away from them, in case one of her arrows flew astray, and decided on a nice springy pine tree as her target.

Four months ago the arrow would have not even gone near the target, let alone sunk solidly into the soft wood like it did now, but Kagome hadn't spend those four months chasing youkai for nothing. She drew back her arrow with a strong, sure hand, and let it fly without hesitation. It landed precisely where she had wanted it.

With a smile, she drew another arrow, and started to draw it back, when she noticed Inu-Yasha coming into the small clearing from the woods. A quick glance at him told her that his hunt had been successful, and they'd have fresh rabbit that evening.

"Inu-Yasha, watch," she called proudly, and let the second arrow loose. It flew just as true as her first one, and landed several inches above it on the tree, so that both arrows made a straight line perpendicular to the ground.

"Not bad, Kagome," Inu-Yasha said with his familiar half-smirk. "But I bet you can't do it again."

"What do you mean, I can't do it again?" Kagome frowned and nocked another arrow.

"I mean, I bet you can't line up a third one."

"What do you bet then?"

"Ten cups of ramen."

"I'll bring that to you anyway, Inu-Yasha. Bet something serious." Kagome put on a bored express, and aimed the arrow.

The hanyou narrowed his eyes. "I bet you the shikon shards."

"I can't bet those away! They're not even mine. Besides, what would you do with them?"

"I'd have 'em! But yeah, I don't really even want those anymore . . ." Inu-yasha dropped to the ground, a pouty expression on his face. Kagome decided he'd given up the game, and was about to let her third arrow go, when she heard Inu-Yasha mumble something.

"A kiss."

She nearly dropped the bow, and caught the equipment just in time.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'll bet you a kiss. If you can't hit it a third time, you have to give me a kiss." Inu-Yasha was blushing beet red, and looking away as he said it. Kagome's heart pounded in a sudden rush of confusion. Never before had Inu-Yasha requested something so personal from her . . .

A kiss could lead to other things. Other things she longed to try with Inu-Yasha. But he didn't think she could hit it, or else he wouldn't have betted something like that.

Feeling lightheaded, Kagome put her hands on her hips. "You're only betting that because you believe that I can't do it. Well, what if I can? Do I get to choose something?"

"Only fair." Inu-Yasha looked grouchy again. "But you can't have Tessaiga, got it?"

"I wouldn't want that, Inu-Yasha." Kagome's voice suddenly became gentle. "I know it means too much to you."

Inu-Yasha said nothing, but stared at his beloved sword as though Tessaiga itself was the father he had never had.

Inu-Yasha had started the wagering of her body over her talents, so two could play at this game.

"Inu-Yasha, if I can hit a third arrow in a row . . ." A vision of herself entangled in Inu-Yasha's arms overcame her. She tried to shake it away, and thought of a suitable wish.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to take my innocence."

Inu-Yasha's blush deepened to a bright right, and Kagome's matched it perfectly. Where had THAT come from? She had been about to ask him if he'd carry her the rest of the journey back, but instead she'd asked him to have sex with her. Good grief! That was a whopper of a Freudian slip if there ever was one.

"Kagome?" Inu-Yasha questioned, his voice almost cracking in shock.

She pressed on. No going back now . . .

"Those are the terms. Inu-Yasha, do you accept them?" He nodded dumbly, still a lovely shade of disbelieving crimson. Kagome fought back her own embarrassment and held the arrow steady as she nocked it again.

Inu-Yasha thought she couldn't do it, could he? Well, even if it cost her her virginity, she wasn't going to back down. There was no one she'd rather give it to than Inu-Yasha, after all.

She took a deep breath, and let the third arrow fly.

* * *

On the journey home, both Inu-Yasha and Kagome seemed unusually silent to the traveling group. No one suspected that something as monumental as a bet over whether or not they would become lovers had happened. For all they knew, Kagome and Inu-Yasha had another fight, ending with Kagome saying "osuwari!" as usual.

They had decided that the best way to manage this was for Kagome to return to her world like normal, and later that evening Inu-Yasha would drop into the wel, and sneak into her home like he had done so many times. That way, there would be no need for hasty explanations or excuses to either of Kagome's families.

"Ja ne, Sango-chan, Miroku-sama, Shippo-kun," Kagome said with a forced smile. "Ja, Inu-Yasha," she added brightly, in a manner that would further indicate a fight had occurred between Kagome and the hanyou.

"You better damn well come back soon," Inu-Yasha called after her, also for show. Then he stomped off to wait until nightfall.

* * *

Kagome waved tiredly to her mom as she entered the shrine grounds. Mrs. Higurashi continued sweeping the steps to their house for a moment before pausing, as if there were nothing unusual about her daughter popping out of the well building.

"I'm home," Kagome said, dropping her enormous yellow bookbag to give her mom a hug.

"Welcome home, dear," Mrs. Higurashi said with a motherly stroke of Kagome's hair. "You're a bit late for dinner, but I've been stocking those bento your friends love so much, so you can have one of those."

"Thanks, mother, but we ate already." Kagome squeezed her mom one more time, then let go to pick up her bookbag again. "I'll be here for a few days . . . I need to get some major studying done."

"That's fine. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Yes, yes," Kagome replied with an enormous yawn as she entered her house.

Sometimes she wondered why her mom and grandfather went along with her trips to the past without any fuss. It was as if they knew she was completely safe. Surely letting a teenage daughter go around fighting monsters five hundred years in the past was out of the ordinary . . . but then again, her whole family was a bit out of the ordinary to begin with.

Something in the back of her head nagged to be remembered, but she was too tired. So tired, in fact, that as soon as she got into her room, she collapsed on her bed.

Inu-Yasha will be here tonight . . . like I asked him to. Like I want him to. Oh, Inu-Yasha . . . did you really want this as well?

Despite her racing heart, Kagome quickly fell asleep, curled up into a ball on one edge of her bed.

* * *

Inu-Yasha crept in carefully so that no one in the Higurashi shrine could detect him. His silence put ninja to shame. He was the human . . . well, hanyou incarnation of stealth. He might as well have been half silence demon. He was *negative sound.*

To say that he was nervous was an understatement. He still couldn't believe that Kagome had bet him for . . . for THAT. That thing that he hadn't dared ask of Kikyo . . . and that he'd fantasized about with Kagome for several months now.

He leapt onto the windowsill, and paused for a moment to look at her before slipping inside. The moonlight spilled onto the bed, giving everything an eerie silvery glow. It all looked like a dream to him; Kagome curled up asleep on that pink bed . . . he had slept there once before, while Kagome had studied. This time, they'd both be sleeping on it.

He kneeled next to the bed. "Oy, Kagome," he said softly, and shook her soulder. She mumbled something that sounded like " 'ysha" but merely shifted, unwaking. Inu-Yasha sighed. He didn't have the heart to wake her when she was obviously tired.

Fighting a yawn himself, he started to settle himself down on the floor beside her, but then he remembered that she'd won a bet, and expected him to share her bed that night. He felt akward as he slid onto the soft pink bed, and tried to stay as far away from her as he could without falling off the edge.

He yawned mightily and threw one arm over his head. He'd sleep lightly, and as soon as Kagome woke up, he'd grant her the prize she'd requested . . . if she still wanted it.

* * *

Kagome noticed the strange pulling down of the matress beside her, and rolled her head over a bit to try to glance at what it was. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Inu-Yasha there, until she remembered her bet.

His hand had fallen on her head sometime during the night, and she slipped out from under it, turning around to face him.

"Inu-Yasha?" she queried softly, and his eyes opened immediately.

"Kagome," he answered, and sat up a little. The moonlight made his silver hair look even brighter and more ethereal than usual, and Kagome reached out to touch one of the beautiful silken strands.

"I'm glad you came tonight." Now that she thought about it, tonight was probably one of the better nights to do anything. A girl knows her own cycle, and she wasn't fertile at the moment.

"We don't have to . . . that is, you were joking probably, and we don't have to --"

"I want this, Inu-Yasha," Kagome said emphatically, and to prove her point, she shoved him back down on her bed with one hand, and leaned over him. Inu-Yasha was so startled that he didn't even resist.

"Kago-"

She cut him off with a deep kiss. Inu-Yasha's eyes widened for a moment before closing, and then Kagome closed her own eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Inu-Yasha's lips against her own. They weren't soft and mushy like she'd heard some guy's lips were; they nibbled at her own with a gentle insistance.

She dropped back down to her side, and Inu-Yasha turned to face her, unwilling to break the tender kiss if at all possible. He cupped her cheek, and cradled her head as if it were his most priceless possession.

"You're blushing, Inu-Yasha," Kagome said, breaking this kiss.

"Dammit Kagome, this is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in my life," he protested, and kissed her briefly, impatiently. "You're blushing too."

"Well, I've never done this before," Kagome explained, resisting the urge to twiddle her fingers.

"And you think I have? I don't even know what to do next!"

"Oh!" Kagome blinked, and gripped his arm. "I . . . that is, I think you're supposed to undress me."

Inu-Yasha's eyes immediately glazed over.

"Un-undress?"

"Yeah, like in those romance scenes in manga . . . the guy always slowly, carefully undresses the girl."

Inu-Yasha gulped, and tentatively reached a hand up to the tie of her blouse. Kagome held her breath as he fumbled with the tie, finally loosening it to the point where he could pull it off her neck. He blinked at the uniform top for a moment before realizing it came off all in one piece.

He looked at her as if to say, now what?

Kagome grinned and sat up, stretching a bit, keeping her arms in the air. Inu-Yasha joined her, and tentatively started pulling her shirt up.

"No 'osuwari' for me doing this later, got it, Kagome?"

"Only if you behave, Inu-Yasha. Now undress me." He hastened to do her bidding, and Kagome had an odd rush of power from the control she held over him. Maybe she was destined to be a dominatrix? Maybe the soul between herself and Kikyou had been one?

Inu-Yasha slipped the shirt over her head, leaving her clad only in a bra on top. Inu-Yasha suddenly pinched his nose, and Kagome grinned, knowing what it signified.

"Now, my turn." She reached over and undid the top of his happi, revealing the longer under kimono that fell nearly to his knees. Kagome liked the traditional clothing; the slits everywhere reminded one that there was more than just fabric underneath the outer layers.

"Kagome . . ." Inu-Yasha moaned as her fingers brushed against his chest. She slipped her arms around him, and hugged him, breathing in his familiar, woodsy scent. His arms also tightened around her, and he started fiddling with the back of her bra.

A full minute passed.

"Um, Inu-Yasha . . ."

"What the hell were they thinking making a fucking piece of cloth so impossible to get off?" Inu-Yasha said through gritted teeth, and started picking at the fastener with a claw.

"You push them together, and then it should unhook right away."

Inu-Yasha tried a few more times, and finally the bra came loose, revealing her soft, pale breasts like warm globes in the silvery moonlight.

It was his turn to push her onto the bed. Inhibition melted away like water, and he attacked her right breast with his mouth, causing Kagome to squirm in delight beneath his questing tongue. She gripped his head with her hands, running her fingers through the fine hairs near his scalp. He massaged her left breast at the same time, careful to use his palm so as not to scratch her with his sharp claws.

He flicked her nipple, and it caused a ripple of sensation to run from her chest down to the tips of her toes. She slipped her hands from his hair down to the tie that held his under kimono in place, and unknotted it, so that the cream colored kimono fell open. Then she untied the double bow of his hakama, leaving all his clothing lose and ready to be removed as soon as possible.

Inu-Yasha paused in his worship of her breasts, and shrugged out of the kimono and hakama, leaving him naked.

"Inu-Yasha . . ." Kagome breathed, suddenly a bit worried.

"What, Kagome?" he asked, then followed her eyes to the enormous erection he was sporting. "Oh."

"You're big," she squeaked, but fought her fear and reached down to stroke him, not sure of what degree of interest she was supposed to show in his manhood.

Inu-Yasha answered her silent query with a groan, and reached down with his own hand to show her what he wanted. She marveled at the soft, velvety texture as much as the firmness beneath the loose skin. Textbook diagrams did no justice to the real thing, she decided, and curled her hand around him, eager to see what pleasured him.

"Keep doing that and your prize will be over before it begins," he warned, and lifted her hips against him with his other hand in order to unzip her skirt. Kagome helped him as best she could as he dragged the skirt down her legs, leaving her with only her panties on.

Suddenly shy, she clamped her knees together.

"Don't make me rip them off."

"If you rip any of my clothing, Inu-Yasha, I'll sit you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Jeeze, Kagome, this is no time for sitting! You're the one who told me to undress you. Open your legs," he gently instructed, and Kagome relented, allowing him to remove the last barrier between them.

Afraid she'd spoiled the mood, Kagome kicked all the clothing off the bed, and leaned back, waiting for whatever was supposed to happen next. Unlike herself, he'd never read a romance manga, and so he probably had no idea what she wanted.

She changed her mind a moment later as he began kissing one of her legs, paying special attention to the sensitive area behind her knee. She shuddered in response as he traveled up, up, until he reached the most secret part of her body.

He inhaled deeply, and tentatively licked her there with his tongue, causing every nerve in Kagome's body to jump in response.

"I was right," he said with a smirk, looking up at her flushed face. "Wasn't I?"

"E-eh . . . yeah," she said, still startled from the jolt of energy that had rushed up from his touch. Then, remembering herself, she commanded him, "Do it again."

"Feh," Inu-Yasha said to her domineering tone, but acquiesced to her demand, and kissed her woman's core like it was the most luscious fruit he'd ever tasted. Kagome twisted and jumped beneath him as the intense ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Every time he flicked the hard little nub, she tensed reflexively, as if every nerve in her body somehow connected to that single point.

Finally, she could take it no more, and she screwed her eyes shut, suddenly blasted by a multicolored flash that left her trembling in its wake.

She crashed down to earth, her body still echoing the incredible pleasure she'd just experience.

"I . . .," she began, and gave up, gasping for air. She tried again after a few deep breaths. "I didn't know . . . I had no idea . . ."

Inu-Yasha looked rather smug.

"I learned something from Miroku, after all." He rose above her again, and settled down between her legs, his ardor hot and heavy against her belly. He kissed her breast again, first one peak, then the other, flicking his tongue against them like he had her nub before. The tingles twitched her toes.

"But your bet prize is only halfway done. Gotta finish it," he said solemnly, and lifted her hips again, cupping her bottom. Kagome followed the movements dazedly, and was only foggily aware as he fitted himself against her wetness with one hand.

Then he carefully pushed in, and she felt the small membrane tear through her haziness. The pain was not as bad as she'd been led to expect, and she reached down to lift her knees so that he had better access.

"Oh, gods, Kagome," he sighed, and pushed in until he was at the hilt. Kagome was amazed that she could hold him all. It felt good and right to be joined with him like this.

They started the movements slowly, adjusting to each other's rhythms and shifting a few times for a better position. Kagome stifled a giggle when the bed started to squeak.

"Aw, hell," Inu-Yasha said, and stopped. Kagome whimpered in disappointment, and gripped him with her knees.

"No one's awake now, Inu-Yasha," she said, and placed her hands on the small of his back, trying to make him move again.

"You sure? I think your grandfather would have another heart attack if he caught a hanyou like this with you."

"Don't worry about it! Just . . . make love to me." She tightened her womb around him experimentally, and Inu-Yasha needed no further persuasion.

He quickened the pace, sliding in and out rapidly, and Kagome gyrated below him, crying out each time his hot tip touched that one place deep inside her. He gritted his teeth and stared into space, concentrating on reaching the release he'd given her before. She knew he was as close as she was. Wanting to help him as much as herself, she tightened herself again, and Inu-Yasha suddenly stiffened, causing Kagome to follow him into that beautiful plane of pleasure that she had only glimpsed before. She stifled a cry of pleasure, but Inu-Yasha had no such compunctions and moaned her name aloud.

He tried valiantly to hold himself up above her, the sweat dripping off his face onto her neck testament to the exertion of the night. He groaned several times, and finally gave up, easing himself onto her breasts.

She slid her arms up to embrace him again, and marveled at their matching heartbeats. Worlds apart, yet brought together by fate . . . she was glad that she had met Inu-Yasha.

"Thank you," she whispered, and locked her ankles around his lean hips.

"Thank *you*," he replied, and kissed one breast absently. Unable to even lift his head, he mumbled against her, "So you think the prize was worth it?"

"I didn't even mean to ask for it," she admitted and shifted into a more comfortable position underneath him. He wasn't too heavy, but she wasn't that heavy herself, either. "I was going to ask you to carry me back to the village. But then I thought of you kissing me . . . and the other thing popped out."

Too drunk on sex to even protest, he lazily rolled off of her, pulling her against him in a cuddle.

"Fortunate mistake on your part then," he said, and closed his eyes.

"At least you're not toddling downstairs for a cigarette and beer like I hear some men do," she said softly, and smiled to herself. He was already asleep again.

She sighed and basked in the afterglow herself, throwing one leg over him to keep him as close as possible.

It was a good thing she had improved so much at archery, she thought before she too drifted off.

* * *
Omake
* * *

Outside Kagome's door, three people sighed a collective sigh of relief once the show was over. They had been peering through the crack, and those inside the room had been too busy to notice.

"I might have grandchildren soon," Mrs. Higurashi said happily.

"Kagome really is the girl of the legends! Oh, what a happy day!" Kagome's jii-chan clutched the fake Shikon no Tama keychain rapturously.

The third viewer pawed absently at the door.

"Nyaow," Buyo said.

(What, did you think Sota would be watching this?)

In the next room over, Sota set the glass back down on his night stand, and snickered to himself. He had heard the whole thing.

"I might have Inu-Yasha for a big brother after all," he said, satisfied with his eavesdropping.

(Okay, so you were right.)

* * *

The End!