InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Before The Fall: A Prologue of Sorts ❯ Scene Seven, Part Two (or The Agreement) ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: I do not, have not, nor will I ever own Inuyasha & Co. (sad as that may be), that honor belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Furthermore, I do profess that I am making no money from this, only getting hours of enjoyment.

 

It took Inuyasha a moment to realize that Kagome -his Kagome- was kissing him rather insistently. Groaning, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. She tilted her head for a better angle, arms tightening around his neck as she moved impatiently against him. I have to stop…he thought, his body rebelling at the idea. Her hands slid down his chest to push at his shirt. Pulling away for a moment, he managed to rasp out her name before she pulled him back with a small growl. Teeth clicking against each other uncomfortably, she continued with singe-minded determination. Placing his hands on her waist to hold her back now, Inuyasha tried to gain control of the situation.

 

Kagome was not pleased.

 

With a decisive forward push, she toppled him off balance, the back of his knees hitting the edge of her bed. As he fell back, she followed him down, straddling his thighs. He had a stunned moment to look up at her triumphant smile before she lowered her mouth to his again. It was too much for him to even think. She was moving over him, on him, around him…all of his senses were attuned to her. But something wasn't right…he could smell her arousal, true, but he could also smell…tears? Sitting up abruptly, he pinned her arms to her sides and studied her. In the dim light he could see the drying tracks of moisture. Still straddling him, she whined softly as she struggled to lean forward.

 

“We can't do this…” he murmured trying to organize his thoughts.

 

“Why? You said you wanted it to be me…” she moaned, rocking her hips sharply against his.

 

“Kagome, please.” he gasped, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Think about this.”

 

“I don't want to think. That's the point.” she murmured, surging forward again. He held her back.

 

“I don't know how long I can control myself, let alone you -”

 

“Good…” she purred with a smile, twisting free of his grasp. He turned his head and she rained kissed down the side of his face, onto his neck. He let out a soft moan and could feel her smile against his skin.

 

“Kagome, you can't let Kikyo do this to you…”

 

Her name had the effect of bucket of cold water. Kagome was off of him and across the room so fast that he reached out only to find air. Frowning deeply, she fidgeted as he got up and approached her. “Kagome…”

 

“She was right, you know.” she blurted, troubled eyes flicking over his face. “He has a new family. A wife…a daughter. Her name is Rin. Called me once…” she trailed off, gaze distant and upset. He touched her arm and she pulled away, glaring at him. “Why are you still here? I stopped, isn't that what you wanted?”

 

“Kagome…” he started.

 

“Isn't it?” she demanded. “All you could even think about is Kikyo!” Kagome lashed out. She was being irrational and knew it. At the moment, however, it didn't matter.

 

“I'm thinking about you, Kagome! This isn't you!” he cried reaching for her again. She faced him, tears flowing again. He softened his gaze and his voice. “Come on…”

 

“Why do you want me? Why doesn't anyone want me?” she murmured more to herself than to him through her sniffles. His heart wrenched at the hopeless look on her face.

 

“He's an idiot who missed out on raising an amazing person.” he replied wiping her face with a gentle thumb. “And I do want you, very much. But not like this…” He hugged her tightly, loosening only when she embraced him back.

 

“I'm sorry….I don't know what's wrong with me.” Her voice was muffled by his clothing.

 

“You're just upset.” he said into her hair. She nodded pulling back to look at him.

 

“I think I just want to go to sleep now.” she whispered, weariness etched into her features.

 

“Do you want me to leave?”

 

“You`d be willing to stay?” She was surprised. After all, she'd basically mauled him…

 

“Yeah…” Truth be told, he didn't want to leave anyway.

 

In the bathroom, after she'd changed into comfortable sweatpants and tee shirt, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Faint grey smudges - the remnants of her mascara - streaked down her alternately red splotched and pale face. “You are not a pretty crier, are you?” she asked wryly. Kagome washed her face and felt much more relaxed as she reentered the room. Until she saw him.

 

Fire rat hakama and haori folded neatly on her desk, he was clad only in a thin white undershirt and pale blue boxers. He smiled, small and sweet, and she felt herself blushing even as she smiled back. As they stood on opposite sides of the small bed, Inuyasha watched as Kagome fidgeted again.

 

“I can sleep on the floor.” he offered. She shook her head.`

 

“No, you're doing me a favor. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

 

“Not doing anything I don't want to.” he corrected gently, sliding under the comforter. She joined him, holding herself stiffly. “What are you doing?”

 

“I - I just don't want to make you uncomfortable…”

 

“As if you could.” he teased, pulling her into the crook of his arm. Gradually, she relaxed against him, head pillowed on his shoulder.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“We'll talk about it in the morning.”

 

“But I -”

 

“In the morning. Go to sleep.” he whispered. He felt her nod against him as her hand came up to tentatively rest on his chest. He cradled it with his own, keeping it in place. Mumbling a thanks, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Inuyasha reached up, stroking her hair lightly. He silently tried to wrap his mind around the events of the night.

 

Kagome knew he felt something for her. Which was good.

 

Neither of them had a name for what it was. Which was bad.

 

Kikyo made her cry…definitely not good.

 

Kagome had thrown herself at him.

 

He smirked. Good or bad…that's debatable…She didn't know how hard it was for him to say no. Thinking about her amorous advances, he arm tightened around her slightly. It had stirred something in him he'd never felt before.

 

Whatever happens, I know I want to feel it again.

 

The next morning, Inuyasha awakened to her hair on his face. Quickly taking stock of the situation, he realized that they'd tangled around each other in the night and his face was pressed to her neck, his chin resting just below her collarbone. Almost without realizing it, his lips brushed her skin, feather light. Tasting them, there was a mere hint of her there. Cautiously, he repeated the action.

 

Kagome was dreaming about him again. More accurately, kissing him for the first time. They were once more under the dappled shade of the tree except this time when she pulled away, she smiled at him. He looked at her with a tender gaze and whispered the three words she longed to hear from him. As one perfect tear rolled down her cheek, he kissed her again and she let herself be swept away. Tilting her head back, she shivered as his lips brushed her neck. It almost felt real…

 

Opening her eyes with a frown, she realized that there was someone else in her bed…a male someone…that she was wrapped around. Looking down to see two fuzzy white triangles twitching, she blinked. Was he really…? “Inuyasha?”

 

“Yeah?” he responded, kicking himself for not realizing she'd woken up.

 

“We're you just-”

 

“I was sleeping.” he cut her off, blushing, as he pulled away sitting up.

 

One hand going to her neck, Kagome sat up as well, looking at his back speculatively. I didn't just dream that…Inuyasha peeked over his shoulder to see her looking at him and turned back quickly, standing up.

 

“You're leaving?” she asked, mildly alarmed. “We should…talk.”

 

“I agree” His voice was strained. “I'd like to be wearing pants, though.”

 

Why is he being so weird? He won't even turn around…oh. Oh! Clearing her throat, she informed him that a pair of sweatpants he'd loaned her were in her top drawer. Nodding once, he made his way to the dresser, careful to keep the front of him well out of view. As he bent over to step into them, Kagome's eyes lingered appreciatively on the back of him. Feeling her gaze, he blushed even as a cocky smirk bloomed on his face.

 

Kagome averted her eyes as he turned back toward her. Settling at the bottom of the bed, they were head-to-foot, facing each other.

 

“What is this? Cause I'm not sure I know anymore.”

 

“I don't know either…”

 

“You know where I stand.” she said plainly.

 

“Except I don't.” he retorted.

 

“How could you not?”

 

“You said you loved me and you'd wait. Then you had a date. Then we kiss and you hit me and tell me it's not fair for you to wait. Then, last night-”

 

“Okay, I get it.” she cut him off. Sitting quietly for a while, she finally sighed. “I see your point.”

 

“So?”

 

“So what?”

 

“So, where do you stand?”

 

“Where do you?” she threw back, eyebrows knitting into a frown. “I'm tired of putting myself out there first.”

 

“Okay…” he blinked surprised at her vehemence. “I don't know what it is I feel. But I feel something.”

 

“How enlightening.”

 

“Let me finish.” he said shooting her a look. “It's attraction but more than that. I have fun with you, I want you around all the time. I'm a little protective - do you have to roll your eyes?”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“Like I said, I'm a little protective of you. I like making you happy…I need to make you happy. Your opinion is one of the only ones that matters to me. You're an important part of my life.” he finished quietly, slightly embarrassed.

 

“Do you - I mean…it's not….” Kagome stumbled over her words, heartbeat drumming in her ears.

 

“Love?” Inuyasha supplied before shrugging. “I don't know. I was so quick to say I loved Kikyo and now I think I may have been wrong. I don't want to be wrong about you Kagome.”

 

“I know I love you Inuyasha…and I know I'm not wrong about this.” Her voice was quiet now as she turned shining eyes to him. “I'm not Kikyo. You don't have to run from me.”

 

He stared into space as his mind turned over her words. Nodding slowly, he turned gaze back to her. “Okay.” he said simply.

 

“Okay?” she echoed confused.

 

“Okay.” he repeated. “I won't run anymore.”

 

“What does that mean?” she groaned, frustrated.

 

“I guess it means if you'll have me, I want to be with you.” Reaching out for her hand, he voice remained steady. “Only you.”

 

“You don't love me…”

 

“I do. You know that.”

 

“You're not in love with me.” she clarified.

 

“I told you -I don't know. But I feel something…strong…for you. Deeper than friendship.”

 

He was pleading with her, she realized dimly. She was terrified of giving in to him now just to be hurt later. But if she didn't, she would regret it. She knew it, felt it in her gut. What if it was all just jealousy? That nasty little voice was back. Squashing down her fears, she squared her shoulders as she decided.

 

“I'll have you.” she murmured. Grinning, Inuyasha leaned in to kiss her before he was stopped by a surprisingly effective stiff arm. “I want this to work - really work. So until you sort out your feelings and figure out if its your heart or your hormones there will be no messing around.”

 

“When you say `messing around', what exactly does that mean?”

 

“No clothes are coming off.”

 

“When you say-”

 

“Inuyasha!”

 

“Sorry, sorry. Okay…” he smiled pulling her arm away from his chest. “I can still kiss you right?”

 

“Yes…but not right now.”

 

“Why not?” he pouted.

 

“Because you don't have a toothbrush here.” she teased, beaming up at him before sliding out of the bed. He growled playfully at her as he let himself fall back onto the mattress as she entered the bathroom.

 

“So, this mean's we're official right?” he called out.

 

“Uh-huh.” she mumbled back.

 

“So you're my girlfriend?”

 

She peeked around the door, toothbrush poking the skin of her cheek out, distending her smile. “Uh-huh.” she repeated around it.

 

“You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. I'd understand.” he added, voice deceptively light. Frowning, she motioned for him to wait a moment. He heard the water run and cut off before she reentered.

 

“I want to tell everyone.” she assured him with a tender look as she perched on the edge of the bed. Letting her words sink in, he felt an odd lightness in his chest. He pulled her wrist, dragging her over him into an embrace. Pressing a soft, brief kiss to her lips he smiled.

 

“Me too.”

 

A/N: So I'm all caught up with revising and the next chapter should be done shortly. I'm so glad there are people following this and enjoying it. This story is drawing to a close soon but the title is literal: it's always been meant to be a prologue. It just grew into it's own story. Tricky muses.