InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking the Stalemate ❯ I need you to need me ( Chapter 2 )

II. I Need You to Need Me

 

Kagome is at the end of her rope. Once Kikyo died, and they'd made it through the pain and heartache and, all right, drama of that final loss, she had truly believed that Inuyasha would turn to her. They'd been through so much together, proving their devotion to each other and their shared quest over and over again. It might only have been three years, but it felt like at least ten - and ten years is a long time to sleep within whispering distance of your beloved without even sharing a kiss. To feel his muscles work through the silky firerat jacket as you fly through the trees on his back, wind whipping your hair.

 

Lately she's been feeling desperate enough to lose some of her inhibitions. Masturbation, for instance. While she'd touched herself before, it was nothing like the reckless, crazy way she now creeps away at every opportunity to bring herself to orgasm. I'm spending too much time with dog demons, she thinks with a mirthless chuckle. I've turned into a bitch in heat.

 

She craves his touch. Not, interestingly enough, his love. Somewhere along the way, she has accepted the fact that he loves her and will protect her with his life. Now she's wondering if this means, “Guard her like a precious porcelain vase, high on a pedestal,” or “knock her down and fuck her until the stripes on his cheeks glow blood-red with lust.” She knows which one she wants, but since she's studied Renaissance literature and art, she also knows about the virgin-whore dichotomy. What on earth does the virgin do when she wants to become a whore?

 

Kagome has zero experience at seduction, and she suspects this is what it will take. The gods know, she's tried everything else. Somehow, she needs to make him see that the feelings she has for him aren't (solely) spiritual. She may be a miko, but there's such a thing as taking purity too far.

 

She stares into the fire as she has these thoughts, until a movement in the shadows on the other side of the clearing catches her attention. It is Miroku, settling down next to Sango as she replaits the leather strap that holds Hiraikotsu against her back. Lately he's given up on grabbing her ass and become more respectfully affectionate, although he's not above copping a feel when he thinks he can get away with it. Now he strokes a flyaway piece of Sango's hair away from her temple, and she smiles up at him.

 

Very nice, monk, Kagome thinks. Way to give the girl what she wants. Her gaze suddenly grows more thoughtful. What she wants— Miroku, hentai that he was, certainly knew a thing or two about seduction. Did she dare ask him for help? The thought of it causes her to flush hot pink from her forehead down to the tops of her breasts.

 

Thump! A flash of red, and Inuyasha is crouched on his haunches in front of her, having leapt from the branches of the tree overhead. “Are you all right?” he asks. “I could smell your fear.”

 

The flush spreads further, past her belly to the place where all the blood in her body seems to be hurrying pell-mell. She is having difficulty breathing, and so, it seems, is he. She stretches a hand out and he leans forward, as if in a dream.

 

“I—I'll get you some water,” he stutters.

 

…continued…