InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cannot Be Broken ❯ It's You I See ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Autumn had finally set in and there was a settled chill in the air. The scent of metallic wind brought promise of snow soon to come. The leaves had fallen in torrents, and the land grew bare and dull around the manor.

The days were now shorter and filled with trepidation. Since the amity of the warring brothers, things had come to a sudden, and stifling, stand still. Since the joining of the two houses, there was a strained peace as the two sides attempted to collect their broken lives and to continue on as they had once did.

But now with the new revelation made by their Lord, InuYasha's dispersed troops and people had been made aware of the possibility of an even greater threat than Sesshomaru ever was.

Scattered villages and remaining shrines with mikos and priests, or with children with the promise of such power, were warned for their safety. But since it was just a possibility that only those with spiritual control were targeted, all homesteads were up in arms. Mikos and monks rallied to protect their homes and people, and a strained hush fell over the Western Lands as they all waited for word of anything.

Yet since the joining of Kagome and InuYasha, there was suddenly a deadly calm.

No village had been attacked, save for the odd rogue demon, and no word of a massive demonic army was reported. As time passed, even InuYasha began to doubt the validity of this phantom deceiver and its horde. Yet, for the time being, there was no other option he wanted to believe, especially when it came to Kagome and his trust in her.

Especially when it came to Kagome and her safety.

At the vaulted windows of the library, InuYasha stood, his arms crossed and his face set in fierce authority although he was extremely tired. In sad contemplation he cast his gaze down to the exposed garden, and solemnly watched.

Kagome was running breathlessly between trees and shrubs, her hair was down and flowing free in the November wind. Her face was flushed and pink from the cold, and her brown mantle whipped around her in her haste. She looked behind her periodically in fear as she ducked behind a naked peach tree and waited.

A red blur whisked through the garden in a random pattern, searching quickly for its prey. Kagome was obviously masking her aura so not to be discovered, and she remained still, her eyes wide and breath held.

Then the blur whisked directly towards her hiding spot.

InuYasha could hear her piercing scream of dramatic shock that made his ears pull back in annoyance, only for them to quickly flick forward to anxiously hear the laughter that was soon to follow.

-+-

Kagome busted laughing as she lifted herself off the ground where she was knocked down suddenly, holding up a very happy and excited kitsune.

“I did it!” Shippou gasped. “I found you! Did you see? You masked yourself but I found you!”

Kagome gave him a happy hug and giggled. “Yes, you found me. I'm very impressed! You should be very proud, only very strong demons can find me.”

An unspoken bond was apparent between them that even the matter of Sesshomaru and the now unsolved death of his parents was not needed to be explained or rationalized. They understood each other in ways that did not need to have justification. The unsaid knowledge was there and they knew it.

Shippou looked at her with happy adoration, his bushy tail flicking with excitement. “Really? Did InuYasha ever find you?”

Kagome smiled and set the kit down. “I think he may have once or twice.”

Shippou grinned. “Then I am better than InuYasha?”

“Shippou, you are the best.” Kagome laughed. “But….”

“But?” Shippou eyed her eagerly.

Kagome grabbed him quickly and started to tickle him, sending the young demon into a state of uncontrollable giggles. “But don't ever take your prey for granted!”

From the second story window InuYasha chuckled slightly. He quickly stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“A wise sage once said, `Great oaks from little acorns grow'.”

InuYasha turned to look bored at the monk. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

Miroku glanced down to see what the inu hanyou was watching and smiled as Kagome buried the fox demon under piles of leaves. “The garden.”

InuYasha turned back to look down, his eyes once again settling on the young miko. “What about it?”

“I do recall stories that all this was forest and field, that is until your father built this manor.” Miroku moved to stand beside the demon. “The area where we stand now was barren land and stone crags. But where there is nothing, something great was accomplished. This manor for instance.”

InuYasha looked at the monk, lifting his eyebrow in annoyance. What was he getting on with?

“The manor took a long time to build. Often there was difficulty, due to weather and supply, but soon, it became the pinnacle of strength and honour as we now know it.” Miroku looked over to regard InuYasha and grinned before continuing. “The garden, however, was another matter.”

InuYasha shifted his eyes from the girl below to the vast area that the garden stretched across. It looked okay to him.

“The garden was to be incorporated with the manor after its foundation was built. But it would not grow.” Miroku stepped closer to the window. “You must understand that your father not only built this manor here because of the hot spring, but also because there was nothing else here. Nothing grew that needed to be cleared.” He flicked his eyes from the youth below to the Lord behind him. “How can one expect a great garden to grow, when there was nothing for it to grow?”

InuYasha shrugged. “But it's here now.”

Miroku sighed. “Yes, thanks to your mother.”

InuYasha stood stunned. “My mother?”

Miroku nodded. “Apparently, every plant and tree you see was taken and nurtured by your mother. She poured the water to give them nourishment, she tilled the soil so they could find root, and she gave it love so they could find life. Summers passed, and the garden began to grow. Slowly at first, since the soil was still weak and the ground hard. Yet given time and patience and understanding, it grew to become what it is today.”

InuYasha scanned the garden from the terrace to the farming fields then to the great forest beyond. It was hard to imagine all this was once dead.

Miroku again placed his hand on Inuyasha's shoulder and looked down at Kagome. “So you see, from where there was nothing, given inspiration and care, do we have everything we could possibly want.”

With that said, Miroku patted the shoulder and walked to a near by bookshelf. “Hmm. Kama Sutra? Must be a foreign book. Should prove to be enlightening.” With that he walked out of the library.

InuYasha listened to him leave and again turned his eyes to everything he could possibly want.

-+-

Kagome sat on the stone bench on the terrace, stroking the kit's tummy beside her. He growled in enjoyment in his sleep. A lazy smile grew on her lips as Kagome was lost in thought.

`Does he like having his tummy rubbed? Would he growl if he liked it?'

Kagome flushed slightly, remembering that he did growl, only never peacefully. Whenever he growled it sent hot shivers through her. She sighed. What was she thinking? Honestly!

She let her eyes wonder over to watch the blowing leaves around her and then let them close as she lifted her face to the rays of sun.

“Hey, Kagome.”

She opened her eyes to see Sango walking up the steps towards her. She was in her demon suit and her boomerang was slung over her shoulder.

“Hey, Sango. Back from scouting?” Kagome smiled warmly.

Sango smiled back. “Yes, finally! If I had to spend another night outside I was sure I would break from stiffness! Not to mention break my wrists from slapping Houshi every hour. Honestly, he kept offering to warm me up by rubbing me!” The slayer frowned and stretched, easing the weapon off her body and setting it down.

“Let me guess, he rubbed you the wrong way?” Kagome laughed.

“In every sense of the phrase.” Sango grimaced and sat beside her, opposite the slumbering kitsune.

“I'm glad you and Miroku are back.” Kagome smiled softly. “When will InuYasha be back?”

Sango tilted her head in confusion. “He came back last night.”

Kagome looked over at Sango stunned. “Oh.”

The demon slayer could have sworn she saw hurt filter in the girl's eyes but the miko masked it quickly.

“Did you hear of anything?” Kagome switched the subject.

“No,” Sango yawned. “Nothing, except for the odd youkai attack now and then. InuYasha couldn't even find a trace of the scent from the demon army.”

Kagome only nodded and looked down.

Sango's lifted her head back to relax in the sun's cooling rays only to have her eyes flick to the white haired Lord standing at the library window before he quickly moved away from it.

She smiled before promptly sobering. “Kagome, do you think you will ever forgive InuYasha?”

Kagome spun her head towards her. “Forgive him? What have I to forgive him for?”

Sango eyed her carefully. “For whatever it is you hold against him.”

Kagome flushed and turned her head guiltily to her lap.

“Kagome.” Sango sighed. “Do you still blame InuYasha for all that has happened? From what you sense from him, from us, from what we had spoken about… do you still feel he is to blame?”

Kagome opened her mouth, unable to speak, unable to look anywhere but at her lap. Instead she shook her head.

“Then what is it? Why do you two do this to each other?”

Breathing deeply, her mind numbed as she muttered. “Do what?”

She didn't want an answer. It just was something to say to prolong the inevitable. Instead, she only made it deeper and harder to get out of.

“Hurt each other by hiding behind your doubts.” Sango replied blatantly.

Kagome turned her head to look down at Shippou's sleeping form. “I don't… know what you mean.”

“Kagome.”

“Hmn?”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

Sango sighed. “You, who has this wonderful ability to know truth? You, who can know a person's very soul, and still deny what you feel. Kagome, why?”

“There is nothing….”

“Why?”

“Sango.” Kagome shook her head softly.

“Why?!”

“Because….” Her soft whisper replied.

“…Why?” Sango breathed.

“Because for so long, all I had was a lie. And for so long, all I had was a belief I swore to be true, because it came from the very soul I trusted beyond anything else, even my own.” Kagome breathed in deep. “Sesshomaru was more than my father. He saved me from death. But more than that, I believe he saved me from something worse than it. I don't know why, but I feel it. I feel I owe my all to him. I love him beyond all reckoning because of it. How can I turn that away?”

Sango frowned. “Ka… Kagome… do you feel that by being with InuYasha, you are betraying Sesshomaru?”

Kagome knotted her brow and nodded, then shook her head. “Maybe, at one time, before I knew… before we knew. But now….”

“Now?” Sango shifted closer to the girl in reassurance.

“Now… I feel… Sango, I feel so many different things. ” Kagome shook her head, not sure what to say or how to say it.

Sango gazed at her face. So sad, so alone, so… serene? She smiled in knowing. `So she does care, but she is afraid.' To live a lifetime believing you knew everything, only for it to not be at all like you thought. Is it so easy to let go of that belief? Can anyone expect anyone to let it go so easily? Even if it concerned love? Especially if it concerned love?

What can anyone say to make it even possible?

Sango spoke softly, looking out at the sleeping garden. “You know, you could spend your whole life with your mind believing in something and nothing would ever change. But it takes one moment for your heart to believe that can change everything.”

Kagome looked up at her in quiet contemplation and a moment passed.

-+-

“Kagome? Where ya goin?” Shippou stood on the stone banister to watch his caretaker lift herself onto the back of the white stallion.

“Just for a run, Shippou. Winter will be here soon and I won't be able to take Taiga out for a run with snow on the ground.” Kagome patted the neck of the great horse.

It was a dull grey morning and the frost in the air hinted towards snow that evening or following day.

The horse flicked its ears back and tossed its head, quite eager for that run he could feel coming.

Shippou frowned at the animal. Very few could get near the beast, yet it loved and trusted Kagome unnaturally. Only she would ride it, and even though he had been for a few rides with her, he could feel chaotic vibes from the horse.

Nope, he rather keep his fuzzy little paws on the ground where they belonged. But leave it to Kagome to make all creatures love her, especially wild and uncontrollable ones.

He watched as she lead the animal out of the garden towards the field and then turn east towards the ocean. Shippou shivered and scampered back inside and towards the kitchen to see if anything sweet was made.

Kagome rode for a while, not really caring where, but since the manor was always in sight it didn't really matter. At first she enjoyed letting Taiga run with furious passion before taking control and easing him into a canter along the grassy knoll of the beach.

The ocean rolled loudly on her left and she could feel the icy grip of it in its spray. She shivered and wrapped her mantle tighter around her before riding higher up on the knoll and away from the salty mist.

She inhaled deep the crystallizing air, smelling the stillness and sleep of the land around her. This was her last breath of freedom for a while, at least until the spring thaw. She knew the winter would be long, cold and bitter at times, and could see endless days in the manor. Long and endless more so because of the strained awkwardness between her and InuYasha.

They rarely spoke since their revelation of their pasts, and when they did speak it was always polite and to the point. At times she was sure he wanted to say more, but he would just growl and walk away. She wanted there to be an end to this uncomfortable avoidance, but she wasn't even sure what it is she wanted from him.

She sighed inwardly. No, she knew what she wanted, but after all that had happened, how could anything be beyond what it is? What could she say to explain? What could she do to make it better? Until they could spend more than ten seconds in a room together, there was nothing she could do.

It was some time after she had turned Taiga around and headed back when she realized how familiar the area looked. Glancing around she saw it was the very place she came after….

She blushed slightly. Her eyes had long grown accustomed to the brightness and sharp contrast of the life around her since that day when the auras came to sight. But this spot held a deeper impression of it since this was where the light had come and stayed with her.

She cast her eyes around until she saw it, the small pine.

Hopping off Taiga, she patted him before walking to the pine, never once taking her eyes off of it when she first spotted it.

She slowly knelt down beside it and felt it. It was healthy and growing.

She smiled. “I am happy you are growing, little one.”

A faint quiver flitted in her as if in response.

Kagome gasped and blinked at the baby tree. “What?”

Nothing happened.

Biting her lip, she reached out to touch it again. Other than feeling its health, there was nothing beyond the physical.

She shook her head and made to stand up. It must have been her imagination.

She looked at the tree again and blinked. The brightness around it began to waver, as if it was dancing or flowing in the wind that could not touch it.

She crinkled her brow in confusion and watched it, again kneeling beside it. A warm rush was filling in her chest and Kagome heaved out a breath from the pressure building within her. It was like her very essence was trying to push out of her.

The sway of the tree's aura reached towards her and immediately the pressure released from her in a soothing flow to meld with the tree's spirit.

Kagome's eyes widened in shock. `Kami! How is this happening? I can hear it! The tree is talking to me! That's it. I am going crazy.'

It was not that she could hear it, but it was the closest way to understand and describe it. It was like she could feel it, and her own voice in her heart was talking to her, telling her what the tree was saying.

It wasn't a thank you, as much as it was. It wasn't a greeting, as much as it was. It wasn't a connection, as much as it was. In fact it felt like it was nothing and everything at the same time.

Kagome breathed deep in surprise. It was only a brief moment that this all occurred and, just as quickly, the binding began to fade until there was just her, sitting by the tree. If it weren't for the fact that she felt it, she would not have believed anything happened at all.

She swallowed and breathed out shakily. “You're welcome… I think.”

“Talking to trees? I'm sure Sango or Shippou aren't that bad for company.” InuYasha's voice erupted behind her. “Hell, even Miroku has more intelligent things to say.” He looked at the tree. “Well, that's under debate anyways.”

Kagome cracked a smile before she looked up at him and gaped.

He looked amazing. With the grey fog of the day joined by the ocean mist, he looked to be surrounded by an ethereal haze, which was enhanced by his bluish aura that mixed and swirled with the day's light. His white hair shone and glistened from the dampness and his eyes were deep amber. He stood tall and proud with his arms crossed, and his red clothing flapped wickedly around his moulded frame.

Kagome flushed and turned to look out at the water in an attempt to hold down her anxious desire.

“Care to explain why you are all the way out here?” She heard his snide attitude.

Kagome flexed her fingers through the long grass before her, unable to look at him. She felt shy all of a sudden. “I went for a ride.”

InuYasha looked over at the grazing horse. “You don't say.” He snorted.

Kagome flicked her eyes up at him in mock annoyance before looking back at the crashing waves. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged. “Someone has to keep an eye on you.”

Kagome's eyes flashed. “So, what? Are you saying I can't take care of myself?”

InuYasha looked at her coolly. “With the threat of a demon horde killing hundreds with mikos supposedly on their mind? It does spark some worry for your safety.”

Kagome opened her mouth to argue then shut it. She looked up at him finally as if realizing something and smiled softly. “Then sit with me.”

InuYasha flicked his eyes over her and then the ground beside her. “I… uh… think we should be heading back.”

Kagome dropped her eyes and sighed. “Yeah. I guess we should.”

They didn't move and a sudden silence washed over them before she finally broke it.

“InuYasha?” Kagome's gaze rested on a distant white crest out on the ocean.

“Hm?” He looked out at the water, inadvertently following the same wave.

“I….”

InuYasha turned to look at her, only to find her looking back at him with a pleading stare, as if she was begging him to hear her though she had yet to speak.

“What?” InuYasha frowned and quietly moved to sit beside her, his look unreadable.

Her eyes turned sad and she softly moved her gaze back to the water. “I'm… sorry.”

InuYasha sat stunned. He could not speak for a moment, utter confusion and shock ripped through him. “Why?”

“Because I never trusted.” She blushed faintly.

“Trusted?”

“You.” Kagome sighed.

InuYasha grimaced. “Kagome, you don't have to apologize. I get it….”

“No,” she breathed, “you don't.”

InuYasha glowered and picked at a blade of grass in front of him. “Kagome…. Fuck! I know I'm not perfect. Hell, I might not even give a shit most times, but don't patronize me by thinking I don't know that you don't trust me or why!”

Kagome sat silent, her sad grey eyes never wavering from the ocean torrents.

InuYasha quickly looked up at her then back down to his hands and growled. “I took you by force, and expected for you to….” He shook his head and sighed gutturally. “But I would never have touched… not when you….”

“When I…?” She asked softly.

“…When you thought of me as the very monster you hate.” His ears ducked behind the folds of his long white hair.

Kagome's silence compelled him to look up at her, only to see her watching him, tears brimming her eyes.

“Ka… Kagome?” He breathed.

She shook her head and bit her bottom lip, a tear escaped and trailed down her face.

InuYasha clenched his fist, trying not to reach out to brush it away. Instead he watched it fall. He had rarely seen Kagome cry. She was always so strong, so brave, and so infuriatingly and insufferably proud! But this tear made her more real than he had ever seen her.

“I'm sorry… because of that. I never trusted my heart, I never trusted me. If I did….” She sighed. “I could have known who you really were, I could have known what you really felt. But I could not bring myself to trust what was right in front of me.” Another tear fell.

InuYasha swallowed. Over the ocean spray he could smell the spicy hotness of the tears. His eyes followed each drop down her cheek, to her jaw line, barely gracing her lips, which were parted in aching honesty.

“What do you mean?” He flicked his eyes from her lips to her storm calm eyes. Then realized what she said, that she could have easily known the truth but pushed it aside. His expression hardened in hurt. “Why?”

Kagome blinked miserably and she cast her gaze down. “At first, I felt I was betraying my father. I was supposed to hate you. I felt I dishonoured him by promising to be with you. I felt as long as I hated you for everything I thought you were, what I thought you did, I would not dishonour what he was and who he made me to be.”

InuYasha growled slightly and looked away. “I see.”

“So I did not care to see the truth. I made myself not see it. I made you into something that you were not. I made you into what I first believed you to be.” Kagome sighed. “But then it became… something else.”

InuYasha couldn't look at her, instead he inwardly seethed. All this time, he blamed himself, felt he was doing her wrong, but it was her! Her doubts and her hatred and her desire to make him feel worthless! No, it was not just her. He never made it easy for her. He never gave her any reason to trust him. But she finally overcame that, didn't she? All of that was what she wanted to believe, but she knows the truth now, right?

His ears flattened in pain and bitterness over all that had happened. He hissed in hurt fury. “Something else? What else could you possibly hold against me?”

Kagome flinched at his tone. He had every right to be angry. She had done nothing but make him feel like an outcast and worthless. Her stomach twisted in sour regret over all the times she let herself kiss him, only to run from him after. How much it must have broken him to be lead on and then beaten to the ground. Her heart began to race. How could he possibly understand? How could he understand when even she couldn't even get a grasp on it?

“InuYasha.” She shook her head, trying desperately to fight the tears that threatened to drown her sight, the regret evident in her whole body.

InuYasha shot his fiery eyes at her. “Other than being a murderous bastard with no honour, other than being a heartless shit that just wanted to fuck you, what else could you possibly hate me for?!”

Kagome stared at him in numbed shock. His blue aura turned dark around him and the light she could see was beginning to rapidly dim. She could see his pain, she could feel betrayal and resentment, but it was not at her. He was feeling it about himself. He blamed himself. He believed she thought that of him, and he was responsible for it.

Sadly enough, she did think all those things. She did hold him responsible. Did, but not any longer. She knew that it wasn't him. Once she saw his soul, she knew it was her, it was always her. She felt the world crash down on her for what she caused.

“Nothing.” She whispered.

“What?” His expression wavered from fury to confusion.

Her grey eyes looked into his gold, searching for understanding. “There is nothing that I could possibly hate you for. But there is so much that I hate myself for, for what I have done to you.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but could not think of anything to say other than, “But….”

“I… got scared.” Kagome flushed and looked away.

“Scared?” He blinked. The girl that tamed wild animals, fought without panic, and stood her ground against irate hanyous, was scared?

Kagome exhaled a shaky breath.

InuYasha flicked his eyes over her before allowing himself to ask. “You were scared of me?” He cast he eyes down to rest on his clawed hands, which he quickly fisted into his sleeves. His ears sagged against the side of this head.

Kagome noticed, but more so felt his shame. She held her breath, trying to ease the wild beating of her heart. She slowly moved to sit in front of him and reached for his hidden hands to hold in hers.

He shot his gaze to her face in suspicious surprise as he allowed her to caress his claws.

Slowly Kagome lifted her grey eyes to hold on to his golden ones. “No,” she breathed, “I was never afraid of you.”

He looked deeply at her, her scent soft and heady, almost making him hesitate to ask. “Then what?”

Kagome bit her lip and she shyly watched her hands hold his. “I was… afraid… to be with you.”

Slight tingles from her soft touch made him want to shiver. He flowed his gaze from their hands up to her face. A shy smile was gracing her flushed face but her eyes were cast down.

He frowned, remembering the way she looked at him after they kissed that night they were mated. His ears drooped in a sad realization. “You were afraid… I would take you?”

Kagome's shy smile grew sad. “In the beginning, yes. I was afraid because I did not think you could care for me. I thought you only wanted me because I was Sesshomaru's daughter, and that you `would make good use of me'.”

InuYasha flinched. He had forgotten he had said that.

“But then you changed that.”

InuYasha looked at her confused.

Kagome inhaled in nervousness. “When we were together… in the bath chamber….”

InuYasha's cheeks grew hot. “Uh….”

“I felt you… what you felt for me… and it scared me.”

InuYasha wasn't sure what to do; deny he felt anything, tell her she was mistaken, or feel ashamed that she hated having a hanyou love her.

“Because… knowing it,” Kagome searched his face, “… made me realize that I felt it too.”

InuYasha's eyes flashed up to look into hers. His ears flicked forward in hope then back in denial. She couldn't possibly mean what he thinks….

“The day I ran from you. When we were together in the stable… was when I first trusted…. When I first really wanted to be with you.”

“Then,” he searched her face, trying to find anything that could possibly make this a cruel joke, “why did you run from me?”

Kagome smiled shyly once more. “It's… complicated.”

InuYasha could only gaze at her. So eagerly did he want to believe her, so eagerly did he want her to never doubt him again. “Kagome?”

She looked up at him so desperately seeking understanding that his heart lurched.

Her scent, still so wild and alive, was now also humble and open. Mixed with the salt of her dying tears, she smelled of heaven itself.

Her face was flushed and shy and innocent, as if she needed nothing more than to be protected, and he wanted so badly for her to want him, need him in that way, in everyway. He could not hold back.

He lifted her into his lap and held her close, trying to protect her from all doubt, from all pain, from the one thing that could try to take her from him… herself. Closing his eyes to feel her warmth, InuYasha breathed her in and waited to see what she would do.

Kagome was stunned to find herself sitting on his lap, but she eased and nestled closer into him, her head resting against his collarbone. Her heart pounded with the sound of his, so strong and so fierce. His white hair drifted around them and she sighed in pleasure as a wisp brushed her cheek. A rumbling was beginning to vibrate in his chest that caused her to feel comforted and safeguarded.

But still, she knew he had to know what had been happening to her. He had to know about the powers that have been growing in her, and the strange light that she saw.

She lifted her face to him reluctantly. “InuYasha?”

His golden gaze was dark velvet, becoming deep liquid nectar. They brimmed with expectation as they gazed into her own.

Her voice was caught in her throat before she huskily whispered, “Please….” But the rest of what she wanted to say would not come out.

Before she could continue with her sentence, his lips lightly skimmed hers in a caress, making all words fly from her thoughts.

He looked down at her, seeking any sort of hesitation, refusal, or hate. Instead, he saw beauty in everything as she looked up at him in wonder.

He slowly smiled and dipped his head down again and pressed his lips against hers, just touching, not tasting.

It was Kagome that made the kiss real. She lifted her hand to caress his cheek and pulled him closer to deepen the chaste kiss.

He moaned and closed his eyes as if in pain as he held her tighter, pulling her against him. He clung to her lips as if his life depended on it before letting them go and kissed them over and over, harder and harder until her lips were red and swollen. And she returned each kiss with as much fervour.

He lifted his head and panted, looking down at her with heavily hazed eyes. “Kagome, please… tell me… you want….”

She just smiled.

But it was a smile that answered everything he wanted to know as he crushed her against him and again claimed her lips. He flicked his tongue against them, testing her. She opened them slightly and lifted her chin so he could taste her all he wanted. And he did. He delved his tongue inside and teased her own, trying to draw it out, to taste him back. Kagome complied and wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her hands into his thick silky mane.

Her soft pants inside his mouth made his ears strain, begging to hear more. He couldn't taste her enough and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off his lap in order to straddle him, hitching her grey kimono higher up her legs so she could, never breaking the kiss in the process.

Kagome gasped as he pulled her tighter against him. His mouth crushed onto hers, dipping deeper into her mouth, and drinking her greedily. She gripped his hair harder to keep hold of the searing kiss.

InuYasha was almost afraid she would push him away, and that she would tell him to stop. Instead she held him tighter. Her legs that straddled him clasped hard around his hips, her arms wound more around his neck, her hands convulsing into his hair and clothing, fisting onto whatever she could for balance and control. But was more amazing was that her lips would not yield against the force of his own.

His head spun and hot spikes of passion pierced everything she touched, sending waves of pleasure to his sex, making it grow and pulse in need for more.

Kagome could feel a hotness between her thighs and could not fathom its cause since her own heat was rocking her, both figuratively and literally. She couldn't help but push her wetness against him, trying to dull the sharp ache in her pelvis.

InuYasha gripped her ass, trying to keep her from thrusting against him, as it was already sending him over the edge. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes. His breath was coming out in heaving gulps and he could not ask what he so desperately needed to ask.

Kagome only looked back at him and quickly nodded.

In a guttural groan, he drove her against him and rolled them over so that he lay over her, shielding her from the cold and wind, and protecting him from her uncontrollable thrusts against him. He rested his hips on hers to gently hold them still, and held himself up on his elbows so not to crush her beneath him.

His clawed hands flexed into her hair, splaying his fingers behind her ears to lift her face so he could take the passionate kiss further. He mouth felt torn when it finally left hers, but eased as he suckled her jaw line to her neck.

Kagome inhaled in sharp pleasure. Her eyes closed, though she could see the world growing brighter and more pronounced behind her lids. She didn't want to look, too afraid that what she would see would send her over the edge when all she wanted right now was to be where she was, to never stop feeling all she was feeling in his arms at that moment.

She could feel his emotions flood over her in swells and she wanted nothing more than to be carried away by them. She loved the way they made her body and heart feel. She wanted nothing but this feeling, forever more with him.

His mouth traced her life vein to kiss and suck the sensitive nook of her shoulder and neck. She tasted salty from the ocean mist and also sweet from her own self. InuYasha wanted nothing more than to kiss that one spot until that taste was all he could ever taste for the rest of his life.

Kagome moaned out in dizzy arousal and pulled her hands through his hair, desperately seeking the very things that would make him go wild.

Gripping gently onto his ears, she traced her fingers lazily and seductively over their ridges.

InuYasha bucked hard against her and growled against her neck. “Kagome… no….”

She smiled and continued to stroke, teasing and pulling at his sensitive parts.

His chest was vibrating loud and hard, tingling her breasts and making them full and her nipples hard.

InuYasha gripped his hands beneath her shoulder blades and dug his claws in, unable to control the urge to take her hard and fully, to finally brand her as his own. His hot member jerked painfully at the thought of being embedded in her tight heat.

Kagome hissed at the cold pain in her shoulders and lurched her back up, pushing her breasts harder against him and her sex onto his.

He buried his face in the hollow of her throat, breathing in her scent as if breathing for his very life. “Kagome… are you sure…?”

She caressed her face against a vulnerable ear and hushed him, but a slight prickling in her made her stop her actions. Something was coming.

InuYasha growled huskily and brought himself up to kiss her again, biting at her lower lip. “This time there won't be anything to stop us.” He halted in heartbreak as he watched her eyes go suddenly wide in fright. “Kago…?”

Kagome gasped too late as InuYasha was thrown off her.

“HEY SHIT FACE, GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WOMAN!”