InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn: Fairytale ❯ The Storm ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HelloWendii 
Ayame learns why she should never play a game with Kouga that involves drinking.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2006 | Updated On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 209 | Status: Work In Progress
Ayame learns why she should never play a game with Kouga that involves drinking.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2006 | Updated On: 05.19.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 209 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Eight:
The Storm
The Storm
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, which pages didn't you like?"
Cameron sighed. "Let's see," She flipped threw a few tattered pages. Each page had some kind of wrinkle or stain on it. "The ones with words on it."
Ayame shook her head. "I don't get it. You people tell me to write another book, a continuation. I explained, it wasn't meant to be continued. Now you’re telling me you hate it. You aren't making it any easier on me."
"This is why everyone else was fired, they suck. I see potential in you kid. I loved, loved, loved you first book."
"You--did?"
"Mm hmm." Cameron slipped her fat, rectangle glasses on again, observing more pages before throwing them behind her head. "I agree with you, it shouldn't have a continuation, it goes against the whole book, the whole ending. You should be ashamed of your self. You let those brown-nosers own you and whip you around like a dominatrix person who paid for it."
Ayame's brows furrowed in confusion. She wasn't sure how each of the topics combined, but she felt a little afraid of Cameron, and wouldn't dare stand against her word. "So, what do you expect me to do? My book stopped selling. It's no longer a best-seller. Just today I saw someone scraped gum off their shoe with it until some lady in black garbage bag picked up and whacked them around with it--"
"That was me, and it wasn't a garbage bag . . . it was a poncho."
Ayame bit her cheek.
"I'll tall you what, start writing a few synopsis and send them to me, then, we'll work our way up." Cameron suggested. "Good, now get out of here kid, it's pouring out there."
Ayame nodded and left.
The rain poured its anger down, it was so hard to see a thing on the road. Ayame could here honk behind her car. She finally began to speed off, hoping it'd get clearer.
She finally got to the gates of her estate and in moments noticed made it to the house. She turned the engine off and yanked the key out of the ignition. 'Now or never, right? Great, I'm going outside in total rain, in my new Ferragamo shoes.'
Ayame rushed out into the deluge of rain, barely able to see. She ran face first into the door, bouncing back. "Damn," She cursed herself. It was bound to happen with her luck. She twisted the door knob continuously till she burst through the door.
Moisture dripped from the ends of her hair onto the hard wood flooring. She dabbed at her eyes, hoping her massacre really was water proof. She walked over to the kitchen only a few feet away and pressed down on a button on the answering machine.
It gave the usual welcome message and few beeps. No interesting messages from anyone. She stomped up the stairs and looked into Kouga's room.
He laid almost half his body falling off the bed. Ayame shook her head at the vision; she hated how he slept like he was drunk--almost falling off the bed. She couldn't help but think about how he slept. She didn't hear him move in the middle of the night or anything. Maybe he was soundly sleeper. Maybe he was one of those people, who slept like a baby,
"Are you gonna stand there looking at me or go away." Kouga groaned into his pillow.
"How'd you even know I was--"
"I can smell your fresh scent from all the way over there."
Cameron sighed. "Let's see," She flipped threw a few tattered pages. Each page had some kind of wrinkle or stain on it. "The ones with words on it."
Ayame shook her head. "I don't get it. You people tell me to write another book, a continuation. I explained, it wasn't meant to be continued. Now you’re telling me you hate it. You aren't making it any easier on me."
"This is why everyone else was fired, they suck. I see potential in you kid. I loved, loved, loved you first book."
"You--did?"
"Mm hmm." Cameron slipped her fat, rectangle glasses on again, observing more pages before throwing them behind her head. "I agree with you, it shouldn't have a continuation, it goes against the whole book, the whole ending. You should be ashamed of your self. You let those brown-nosers own you and whip you around like a dominatrix person who paid for it."
Ayame's brows furrowed in confusion. She wasn't sure how each of the topics combined, but she felt a little afraid of Cameron, and wouldn't dare stand against her word. "So, what do you expect me to do? My book stopped selling. It's no longer a best-seller. Just today I saw someone scraped gum off their shoe with it until some lady in black garbage bag picked up and whacked them around with it--"
"That was me, and it wasn't a garbage bag . . . it was a poncho."
Ayame bit her cheek.
"I'll tall you what, start writing a few synopsis and send them to me, then, we'll work our way up." Cameron suggested. "Good, now get out of here kid, it's pouring out there."
Ayame nodded and left.
The rain poured its anger down, it was so hard to see a thing on the road. Ayame could here honk behind her car. She finally began to speed off, hoping it'd get clearer.
She finally got to the gates of her estate and in moments noticed made it to the house. She turned the engine off and yanked the key out of the ignition. 'Now or never, right? Great, I'm going outside in total rain, in my new Ferragamo shoes.'
Ayame rushed out into the deluge of rain, barely able to see. She ran face first into the door, bouncing back. "Damn," She cursed herself. It was bound to happen with her luck. She twisted the door knob continuously till she burst through the door.
Moisture dripped from the ends of her hair onto the hard wood flooring. She dabbed at her eyes, hoping her massacre really was water proof. She walked over to the kitchen only a few feet away and pressed down on a button on the answering machine.
It gave the usual welcome message and few beeps. No interesting messages from anyone. She stomped up the stairs and looked into Kouga's room.
He laid almost half his body falling off the bed. Ayame shook her head at the vision; she hated how he slept like he was drunk--almost falling off the bed. She couldn't help but think about how he slept. She didn't hear him move in the middle of the night or anything. Maybe he was soundly sleeper. Maybe he was one of those people, who slept like a baby,
"Are you gonna stand there looking at me or go away." Kouga groaned into his pillow.
"How'd you even know I was--"
"I can smell your fresh scent from all the way over there."
.xXx.
"Gosh, it's been so long since we got at each other like that." Manny giggled, running her hand through her hair. She leaned in and caught Minoru's lips in a kiss. "It reminds me of when we were fifteen. Remember our favorite place . . . on top of the washer. You remember when your maid found us that one time?"
"Yeah, when you left she smacked me with a newspaper and called me a pervert." Minoru commented. He moved closer to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist as he buried his face in the back of hair. He inhaled her scent. Wild flowers.
Many wrapped his dress shirt around her a little more. "Who was that girl at the museum?" She blurted. Jubilee had stained her mind.
"Just a friend,"
"Uh oh. I know that 'Just a friend' line, I’ve used it. Are you two in a relationship?" She turned around to face him, her forehead resting on his.
"No, I promise." He fibbed.
"Good, I'd hate to get in the middle of something." She popped up, hearing a light ringing sound. "Is that your cell or mine?"
Minoru sat up and dug around the bed for his pants. It was his. He snatched the cell phone from his pocket. He read the caller ID. It was Jubilee. He grunted and threw the phone aside.
"Who was it?"
"My brother," He lied again.
"What if it was an emergency?"
"His life is an emergency." He joked as he kissed her neck. "Wanna go for another round of mattress tag?" He teased.
Manny giggled. "You're such a dog." She let him place himself between her legs. "Aren't you afraid your dad's going to come in? He is home right?"
"No, lucky for us right,"
"Yeah, when you left she smacked me with a newspaper and called me a pervert." Minoru commented. He moved closer to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist as he buried his face in the back of hair. He inhaled her scent. Wild flowers.
Many wrapped his dress shirt around her a little more. "Who was that girl at the museum?" She blurted. Jubilee had stained her mind.
"Just a friend,"
"Uh oh. I know that 'Just a friend' line, I’ve used it. Are you two in a relationship?" She turned around to face him, her forehead resting on his.
"No, I promise." He fibbed.
"Good, I'd hate to get in the middle of something." She popped up, hearing a light ringing sound. "Is that your cell or mine?"
Minoru sat up and dug around the bed for his pants. It was his. He snatched the cell phone from his pocket. He read the caller ID. It was Jubilee. He grunted and threw the phone aside.
"Who was it?"
"My brother," He lied again.
"What if it was an emergency?"
"His life is an emergency." He joked as he kissed her neck. "Wanna go for another round of mattress tag?" He teased.
Manny giggled. "You're such a dog." She let him place himself between her legs. "Aren't you afraid your dad's going to come in? He is home right?"
"No, lucky for us right,"
.xXx.
'Damn,' Jubilee thought. She flipped her phone closed and tucked it away as she sat at the dinner table patiently waiting in the lonely apartment.
"Sorry, I really had to take that call." The man said.
Jubilee shook her head. "That's okay. I was actually admiring your apartment. It reminds me of one of your paintings."
"I can't take credit for it, I hired an interior decorator."
Jubilee drank some of her tea. "It just hasn't sunken in that I'm in the Adam Cina's apartment, and we just had sex."
Adam chuckled.
"That's it,"
Jubilee jumped, startled to hear a male voice talking to her. She looked around the entrance of the museum for the voice. She was almost afraid it was a past lover, most likely looking for some more.
A man with dark shaggy hair and eyes to match came to her view. Her mouth formed a large 'O' shape as she came to notice exactly who this man was.
"Oh my god you're . . . Adam Cina."
Adam Cina was one of the most famous artists of his time. From sculptures to paintings, all his work was praised by all. Jubilee could not believe that she had come face-to-face with this handsome artist. "I think you just inspired my next painting." He told her.
Adam leaned over the small table and kissed her lips.
Jubilee lifted her wrist to look at her watch. "I should get going." She stated, getting up and starting toward his bedroom.
"Are you kidding, it's the storm of the century. Stay a little while longer." He suggested, stalking behind and wrapping an arm around her waist and another arm around her shoulders, kissing her neck.
Jubilee giggled. "Fine, you talked me into it." She turned around and let his mouth fall over hers. She could feel herself being pushed against the wall. She pushed Adam off gently. "I'm just gonna call my sister." She walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she fiddled with her phone and dialed Minoru's number again. She wasn't sure why she even tried. 'What am I doing? I have sex waiting in the other room. You're insane.'
She ducked her head in the sink and splashed cold water on her face. She stared into the mirror. She didn't look like one of those worn out people right after sex, so why didn't she feel good?
"Sorry, I really had to take that call." The man said.
Jubilee shook her head. "That's okay. I was actually admiring your apartment. It reminds me of one of your paintings."
"I can't take credit for it, I hired an interior decorator."
Jubilee drank some of her tea. "It just hasn't sunken in that I'm in the Adam Cina's apartment, and we just had sex."
Adam chuckled.
"That's it,"
Jubilee jumped, startled to hear a male voice talking to her. She looked around the entrance of the museum for the voice. She was almost afraid it was a past lover, most likely looking for some more.
A man with dark shaggy hair and eyes to match came to her view. Her mouth formed a large 'O' shape as she came to notice exactly who this man was.
"Oh my god you're . . . Adam Cina."
Adam Cina was one of the most famous artists of his time. From sculptures to paintings, all his work was praised by all. Jubilee could not believe that she had come face-to-face with this handsome artist. "I think you just inspired my next painting." He told her.
Adam leaned over the small table and kissed her lips.
Jubilee lifted her wrist to look at her watch. "I should get going." She stated, getting up and starting toward his bedroom.
"Are you kidding, it's the storm of the century. Stay a little while longer." He suggested, stalking behind and wrapping an arm around her waist and another arm around her shoulders, kissing her neck.
Jubilee giggled. "Fine, you talked me into it." She turned around and let his mouth fall over hers. She could feel herself being pushed against the wall. She pushed Adam off gently. "I'm just gonna call my sister." She walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she fiddled with her phone and dialed Minoru's number again. She wasn't sure why she even tried. 'What am I doing? I have sex waiting in the other room. You're insane.'
She ducked her head in the sink and splashed cold water on her face. She stared into the mirror. She didn't look like one of those worn out people right after sex, so why didn't she feel good?
.xXx.
"Alright, number seven,"
"No eight,"
"Stop cheating."
"It's eight, damn it."
"Fine, eight,"
Both Ayame and Kouga tipped their shot glasses and gulped their alcoholic drink down. Ayame shook off her sour face. "Weren't you supposed to go to work?"
"You said I had to get up, you never said I had to go to work. Stop trying to get out of this. You agreed to play." Kouga filed the shot glasses with the green alcohol.
"What is this stuff anyways?" Ayame asked, picking up the green bottle. "It tastes like mint and like someone drank it for us.
"They're grasshoppers. Now, nine, ready?"
Ayame nodded and drank the contents in the glass. "Oh god . . . why did I let you pick the drink?" She regretted.
"'Cause you're and idiot, now ten," Kouga tipped the glass down without a flinch of fear, which was more than he could say for Ayame. "Feel free to give up, anytime now."
"And let you have your way? I don't think so, Fill 'em up." Hesitatingly, she drank up again. "Eleven . . . now twelve," She kept track. Kouga handed her the shot glass. He took the disgusting liquid down in an instant. Ayame stared helplessly into the glass. She sighed and slammed it down on the counter. "I can't take another toxic drop of this crap. You win."
"I told you I always got my way."
"You gonna brag all day or are you going to tell me what you want?"
Kouga thought about it for a minute. "You said anything, right?"
"Yeah," She agreed. “. . . Unfortunately,"
"Fine, I'll take you up on that offer. I got it."
Her nails impatiently tapped against the self on her side.
He got off the stool and stood in front of her, pushing her hair out of her face. Suddenly, she felt his lips against hers, his tongue brushing over her lips, invading her mouth. 'Either the grasshoppers were really that bad, or this is really happening.' Ayame lost her senses, letting the shot cup; she had planned to drop down the drain, fall to the ground, shattering everywhere.
Almost being pushed back, Ayame's back crashed into the shelf, knocking over a vase and a few picture frames. Her hand squeezed his shoulder, as the other unconsciously dug into his back. She could feel herself moving again, now against a wall. She broke from the lascivious kiss. Her hasty eyes looked at him.
Kouga's hands rested on the wall behind her head, he looked down at her, waiting for her next move, if there would be one. He abruptly felt Ayame rapidly, but hesitantly, unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged it off, freeing his arms from the sleeves and letting it drop to the ground. She pulled on his belt and unbuckled it. She pushed her body against his a parted her lips against his. Kouga lifted her off the ground and carried her up the stairs, her legs on either side of him. Hopping he wouldn't miss a step; he pulled her shirt off over her head.
The only light was provided by candles and lightning. The electricity went out hours ago and hadn't come back yet.
Barely able to see, Ayame crashed Kouga into his nightstand, not as careful as she should be around the single candle that lit his room. His hand tangled in her thick, medium, wavy hair. Kouga lowered her slowly onto the bed, his weight on his elbows. With out resistance, Ayame let his hand pry her legs open, slipping under her dress as it slid down her thigh and in between her legs. He pulled her panties off and threw them on the ground and he set his fingers inside of her.
Her grip on his skin could kill him if he were human, her nails digging into him, as she gasped --almost whimpered--as his fingers slid further inside her. One hand gripped his wrist automatically. Kouga worked a slow rhythm, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly. He kissed down her body till his tongue was inside of her, flicking it. She couldn't resist him. He was so tempting it killed her to think of him stopping.
He came up, his lips slowly fell over hers, gently parting. It was such a tender passion. Their collision of emotions was so confusing, it hurt. Everything seemed to disappear. His loins began to burn harder with every noise that escaped her lips. It was hard to keep his demon inside. It was so vivid, everything slowly got clearer and sharper.
She let out a wistful whine as he slipped his fingers out of her. He sucked his fingers of her. With the thick fabric of his pants, Ayame grabbed him and squeezed. Unfasining his pants, she helped him pull them off. He grabbed a condom off the night stand and slipped it on, he blew the candle out so all they had was the unwelcome thunder and lightning.
Ayame slid her up the bed a little more–pulling the covers up over their bodies, as Kouga's form was between her legs. He pulled her dress up and over head as her breasts sprang free. He kissed up her abdomen, till his mouth fell over her erect nipple. She arched against him. Her body drove him to the brink of insanity, the way it moved like he wanted it to.
Now behind her knees, he slowly entered her moist womanhood, his hardened shaft sliding in as it throbbed. She bucked her hips drawing him in further, her body quivering and shacking as she cried out. He leaned over her, his weight resting on his elbows. His hand slid up her body, guided by her curves. Her lips parted for him. His tongue pocked out, teasing her lips as it gently tickled them.
Her body rose up off the mattress, meeting his. Their bodies molded together perfectly. He slammed her back down. Her arms slid under his, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was ready to scream his name, but the words wouldn't slip out. She whispered it into the thin air. "Scream it, baby," He commanded slamming into her. She arched against him, only to be slammed down again. His pace began to quicken, the head board slamming hard against the wall creating the same rhythm, as the thunder outside roared. "Scream it,"
He slammed into, harder, the air becoming thicker. It was hard to believe this was really happening. She finally did as he commended, the words fumbling from her lips. With her right leg wrapped around his waist, she used her left side to push off the mattress, turning them over. Her hands dragging down his chest with, delirium, everything else felt so far away. Sitting up on him--the sheets falling down, over her hips--her body moved in a slow motion. Every time she drew him in, she teased him with her PC muscles, squeezing, stopping him when he was so close enough, especially on the tip of his manhood. Her warm, wet pressure lured his thoughts.
Kouga's hands slid up and down her back, soothing her. Her motions began to soften as she climaxed, arching her back, her breasts slamming against his chest. At the same exact moment, Kouga also came.
They both collapsed, panting as their hot bodies began to cool off.
Ayame ran her fingers up and down his spine, cooing in his ear. It was then she knew the alcohol wore off long ago. She felt a little surprised as everything began to sink in. The whole night ran through her mind.
Kouga was just as surprised, he knew he wanted her, but not as bad as he had her.
"No eight,"
"Stop cheating."
"It's eight, damn it."
"Fine, eight,"
Both Ayame and Kouga tipped their shot glasses and gulped their alcoholic drink down. Ayame shook off her sour face. "Weren't you supposed to go to work?"
"You said I had to get up, you never said I had to go to work. Stop trying to get out of this. You agreed to play." Kouga filed the shot glasses with the green alcohol.
"What is this stuff anyways?" Ayame asked, picking up the green bottle. "It tastes like mint and like someone drank it for us.
"They're grasshoppers. Now, nine, ready?"
Ayame nodded and drank the contents in the glass. "Oh god . . . why did I let you pick the drink?" She regretted.
"'Cause you're and idiot, now ten," Kouga tipped the glass down without a flinch of fear, which was more than he could say for Ayame. "Feel free to give up, anytime now."
"And let you have your way? I don't think so, Fill 'em up." Hesitatingly, she drank up again. "Eleven . . . now twelve," She kept track. Kouga handed her the shot glass. He took the disgusting liquid down in an instant. Ayame stared helplessly into the glass. She sighed and slammed it down on the counter. "I can't take another toxic drop of this crap. You win."
"I told you I always got my way."
"You gonna brag all day or are you going to tell me what you want?"
Kouga thought about it for a minute. "You said anything, right?"
"Yeah," She agreed. “. . . Unfortunately,"
"Fine, I'll take you up on that offer. I got it."
Her nails impatiently tapped against the self on her side.
He got off the stool and stood in front of her, pushing her hair out of her face. Suddenly, she felt his lips against hers, his tongue brushing over her lips, invading her mouth. 'Either the grasshoppers were really that bad, or this is really happening.' Ayame lost her senses, letting the shot cup; she had planned to drop down the drain, fall to the ground, shattering everywhere.
Almost being pushed back, Ayame's back crashed into the shelf, knocking over a vase and a few picture frames. Her hand squeezed his shoulder, as the other unconsciously dug into his back. She could feel herself moving again, now against a wall. She broke from the lascivious kiss. Her hasty eyes looked at him.
Kouga's hands rested on the wall behind her head, he looked down at her, waiting for her next move, if there would be one. He abruptly felt Ayame rapidly, but hesitantly, unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged it off, freeing his arms from the sleeves and letting it drop to the ground. She pulled on his belt and unbuckled it. She pushed her body against his a parted her lips against his. Kouga lifted her off the ground and carried her up the stairs, her legs on either side of him. Hopping he wouldn't miss a step; he pulled her shirt off over her head.
The only light was provided by candles and lightning. The electricity went out hours ago and hadn't come back yet.
Barely able to see, Ayame crashed Kouga into his nightstand, not as careful as she should be around the single candle that lit his room. His hand tangled in her thick, medium, wavy hair. Kouga lowered her slowly onto the bed, his weight on his elbows. With out resistance, Ayame let his hand pry her legs open, slipping under her dress as it slid down her thigh and in between her legs. He pulled her panties off and threw them on the ground and he set his fingers inside of her.
Her grip on his skin could kill him if he were human, her nails digging into him, as she gasped --almost whimpered--as his fingers slid further inside her. One hand gripped his wrist automatically. Kouga worked a slow rhythm, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly. He kissed down her body till his tongue was inside of her, flicking it. She couldn't resist him. He was so tempting it killed her to think of him stopping.
He came up, his lips slowly fell over hers, gently parting. It was such a tender passion. Their collision of emotions was so confusing, it hurt. Everything seemed to disappear. His loins began to burn harder with every noise that escaped her lips. It was hard to keep his demon inside. It was so vivid, everything slowly got clearer and sharper.
She let out a wistful whine as he slipped his fingers out of her. He sucked his fingers of her. With the thick fabric of his pants, Ayame grabbed him and squeezed. Unfasining his pants, she helped him pull them off. He grabbed a condom off the night stand and slipped it on, he blew the candle out so all they had was the unwelcome thunder and lightning.
Ayame slid her up the bed a little more–pulling the covers up over their bodies, as Kouga's form was between her legs. He pulled her dress up and over head as her breasts sprang free. He kissed up her abdomen, till his mouth fell over her erect nipple. She arched against him. Her body drove him to the brink of insanity, the way it moved like he wanted it to.
Now behind her knees, he slowly entered her moist womanhood, his hardened shaft sliding in as it throbbed. She bucked her hips drawing him in further, her body quivering and shacking as she cried out. He leaned over her, his weight resting on his elbows. His hand slid up her body, guided by her curves. Her lips parted for him. His tongue pocked out, teasing her lips as it gently tickled them.
Her body rose up off the mattress, meeting his. Their bodies molded together perfectly. He slammed her back down. Her arms slid under his, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was ready to scream his name, but the words wouldn't slip out. She whispered it into the thin air. "Scream it, baby," He commanded slamming into her. She arched against him, only to be slammed down again. His pace began to quicken, the head board slamming hard against the wall creating the same rhythm, as the thunder outside roared. "Scream it,"
He slammed into, harder, the air becoming thicker. It was hard to believe this was really happening. She finally did as he commended, the words fumbling from her lips. With her right leg wrapped around his waist, she used her left side to push off the mattress, turning them over. Her hands dragging down his chest with, delirium, everything else felt so far away. Sitting up on him--the sheets falling down, over her hips--her body moved in a slow motion. Every time she drew him in, she teased him with her PC muscles, squeezing, stopping him when he was so close enough, especially on the tip of his manhood. Her warm, wet pressure lured his thoughts.
Kouga's hands slid up and down her back, soothing her. Her motions began to soften as she climaxed, arching her back, her breasts slamming against his chest. At the same exact moment, Kouga also came.
They both collapsed, panting as their hot bodies began to cool off.
Ayame ran her fingers up and down his spine, cooing in his ear. It was then she knew the alcohol wore off long ago. She felt a little surprised as everything began to sink in. The whole night ran through her mind.
Kouga was just as surprised, he knew he wanted her, but not as bad as he had her.
.xXx.
Ayame twitched awake, finding that the thunder had stopped. She let her eyes settle around her surroundings, finally processing that she was in Kouga's bed room, in his bed. She turned around, seeing his sleeping form buried in sheets and pillows. She smiled to herself. 'I never noticed how gorgeous he looked asleep.'
She pushed his hair back, out of his face, brushing her lips over his forehead. She jumped as she heard the vibration of a cell phone on the ground. She sighed, figuring it was Sukie giving her a too-early-wake-up-call, as usual. She leaned down, her eyes roaming under the bed as she saw the shining lights of her phone. She reached down and picked it up, quickly flipping it open. "Talk to me," She whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" Sukie scolded.
"Uh. . . I think I just saw a mouse an I don't want it coming near me--"
"Whatever, I need you here now for an early start, I'll pay you two hours over time and you can leave early." Sukie bargained.
"Um, okay, I'll be there soon." She hissed and slowly shut the phone closed. She bit her lip and looked behind her, at Kouga, again. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper; the only thing that woke him was the alarm clock.
Ayame sighed and wrapped a sheet around her, covering her chest to her waist. She slowly got up, off the bed, and groped around for her cloths--which were thrown around the room. While reaching under the bed for a heel, she bumped her head on the nightstand. "Fuck," She hissed at herself.
She quickly rushed out as quiet as possible. She hesitantly slipped her way into dress, having the most difficulty with it. She ran straight into the wall. "Fuck me sideways!" She scolded herself, a little more than a whisper. She finally slipped into it, running her hands down her curves, calming the wrinkles in the dress. She grabbed her cell phone off the ground, only to be pinned against a wall, dropping her phone.
She screamed from surprised, Kouga put his hand over her mouth. "You're really clumsy." He commented.
"I am not. And don't do that! You scared the death out of me." She pouted.
"Admit it,"
"Excuse me; I don't know what you're talking about. Admit what."
"I'm the one holding the leash."
She bit her cheek and sneered. "Shut up . . . you wrangled me." She protested.
"I speak, you bark." He teased.
"You're asking me knee you in the groin, you know that?"
"Fine, I can see you're a girl of her pride--"
"I'm not a girl, I'm a woman."
"Whatever. That doesn't explain where you're going."
Ayame rolled her eyes. "I'm going off to a little village with my Italian lover Roberto. What does it look like, I'm going to work."
"This early?"
"Well, I thought maybe on the way I'd get some French action." She joked. "Yes this early. We were back tracked and--" She cut herself off, her eyes locked on her phone which was lighting up and vibrating on the ground. "That's probably Sukie." She announced, getting away under his arms. "Hello," She answered.
"Tell me you're not busy." Sakura's voice came.
"Um . . . Not if you don't want me to be." She scrambled for her purse and rushed out the door, ignoring Kouga. "Why, what's wrong."
"I wanna talk." She stated flatly.
Ayame giggled when Kouga came from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pinned her against the railing of the top floor and turned her around.
"Um . . . talk about what?" Ayame tried to resist him by pushing him off softly, but the truth was he didn't want to, and she knew he could smell her arousal. "You still there?"
"Just . . . come over."
She pushed his hair back, out of his face, brushing her lips over his forehead. She jumped as she heard the vibration of a cell phone on the ground. She sighed, figuring it was Sukie giving her a too-early-wake-up-call, as usual. She leaned down, her eyes roaming under the bed as she saw the shining lights of her phone. She reached down and picked it up, quickly flipping it open. "Talk to me," She whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" Sukie scolded.
"Uh. . . I think I just saw a mouse an I don't want it coming near me--"
"Whatever, I need you here now for an early start, I'll pay you two hours over time and you can leave early." Sukie bargained.
"Um, okay, I'll be there soon." She hissed and slowly shut the phone closed. She bit her lip and looked behind her, at Kouga, again. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper; the only thing that woke him was the alarm clock.
Ayame sighed and wrapped a sheet around her, covering her chest to her waist. She slowly got up, off the bed, and groped around for her cloths--which were thrown around the room. While reaching under the bed for a heel, she bumped her head on the nightstand. "Fuck," She hissed at herself.
She quickly rushed out as quiet as possible. She hesitantly slipped her way into dress, having the most difficulty with it. She ran straight into the wall. "Fuck me sideways!" She scolded herself, a little more than a whisper. She finally slipped into it, running her hands down her curves, calming the wrinkles in the dress. She grabbed her cell phone off the ground, only to be pinned against a wall, dropping her phone.
She screamed from surprised, Kouga put his hand over her mouth. "You're really clumsy." He commented.
"I am not. And don't do that! You scared the death out of me." She pouted.
"Admit it,"
"Excuse me; I don't know what you're talking about. Admit what."
"I'm the one holding the leash."
She bit her cheek and sneered. "Shut up . . . you wrangled me." She protested.
"I speak, you bark." He teased.
"You're asking me knee you in the groin, you know that?"
"Fine, I can see you're a girl of her pride--"
"I'm not a girl, I'm a woman."
"Whatever. That doesn't explain where you're going."
Ayame rolled her eyes. "I'm going off to a little village with my Italian lover Roberto. What does it look like, I'm going to work."
"This early?"
"Well, I thought maybe on the way I'd get some French action." She joked. "Yes this early. We were back tracked and--" She cut herself off, her eyes locked on her phone which was lighting up and vibrating on the ground. "That's probably Sukie." She announced, getting away under his arms. "Hello," She answered.
"Tell me you're not busy." Sakura's voice came.
"Um . . . Not if you don't want me to be." She scrambled for her purse and rushed out the door, ignoring Kouga. "Why, what's wrong."
"I wanna talk." She stated flatly.
Ayame giggled when Kouga came from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pinned her against the railing of the top floor and turned her around.
"Um . . . talk about what?" Ayame tried to resist him by pushing him off softly, but the truth was he didn't want to, and she knew he could smell her arousal. "You still there?"
"Just . . . come over."
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A/N:
I hoped to add more to this chapter, but I wanted to give you guys an early Easter gift. Heh. Well, I might not be able to update for a little while because I’ve been jam packed with homework and projects, see, I was sick al last week and that through me off all my clases, now I have more make –up work than I can handle. So I’l try to update ASAP. Okay? Thanks loves, Bye!
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This is a disclaimer which applies to An Autumn Fairytale and for that matter, the rest of my Autumn series (coming soon). I do not own original characters of Inuyasha that are included in the Anime/Manga series. I simply own every character not created by R. Takahashi. She just inspired me to write fan fiction and manipulate the beautiful lives of her interesting character. This applies to every chapter.
A/N:
I hoped to add more to this chapter, but I wanted to give you guys an early Easter gift. Heh. Well, I might not be able to update for a little while because I’ve been jam packed with homework and projects, see, I was sick al last week and that through me off all my clases, now I have more make –up work than I can handle. So I’l try to update ASAP. Okay? Thanks loves, Bye!
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This is a disclaimer which applies to An Autumn Fairytale and for that matter, the rest of my Autumn series (coming soon). I do not own original characters of Inuyasha that are included in the Anime/Manga series. I simply own every character not created by R. Takahashi. She just inspired me to write fan fiction and manipulate the beautiful lives of her interesting character. This applies to every chapter.