InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Crystal Clear ❯ Uncouth Awakenings ( Chapter 2 )

A/N-Provacative situations in this chapter. Nothing really bad, but you get the picture…
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Chapter Two
Uncouth Awakening


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*Kagome’s POV*

I’d realized after some hard hours of sleep that I wasn’t sleeping in a normal place, first being that I was sitting up. But more importantly, I was lying against something, or someone. It wasn’t in the norm for me, and that was all I knew.

My breathing was becoming more careful now.

Come on, Kagome, think…what the hell did you do last night?

I didn’t remember anything, at least, not yet. I just knew that it’d been a hard last few days for me because Grandpa had passed away. I was strangely comfortably numb, though…I didn’t know if it was the hard night of sleep, or the person I was apparently sleeping on, but I just couldn’t cry. I was sad, yes, but all the hysteria of before, all the pain and suffering…it was just gone.

Grandpa had lived a good life, and was now in heaven (or whatever). He would be happy there, forever watching over the shrine. Maybe that was why I wasn’t sad now.

Okay, so, I was lying on someone…

My eyes still hadn’t opened, but I used my other senses to tell me something about where I was.

First, I was very comfortable, up against a firm, warm surface that could only be a man’s chest. My arms were wrapped around his naked upper body, and where my hands touched his back, it was feverously hot, as usually accustomed with a deep sleep. We were both wrapped in cloth, maybe his shirt. He was strong, hot, and he was holding me back, one hand on my shoulder and the other comfortably poised at the small of my back, right above the elastic of my black skirt.

Which brought me to my second observation…I was straddling his lap. Only the cloth of his pants and the cotton of my panties were between the most intimate places of our bodies. It was the other reason I knew this was a man I was straddling…It had to be dawn, or more, if I would only open my eyes and find out. A very important part of his anatomy was at attention, and brushing against the inside of my right thigh.

I thought most men would have to be awake to have this current problem…sure, it gets hard several times at night, but it’s been hard for a while now. Possibly, though I wasn’t sure, getting harder by the minute…

Swallowing, I frowned very hard to myself. I was scared to open my eyes now…

I prayed very hard and allowed my face to bury into his chest again, though carefully so I wouldn’t wake him. Judging by the way he smelled, I was lying on…

Inuyasha.

I truly hoped I was. He was the only one I wanted to be lying on at any time, in any given moment.

But if it was Inuyasha, he had a huge boner…that was a first for me to see. It was also taking up most of my brain’s morning space.

I suddenly had an urge to giggle, which was covering up my newer urge to start poking him. I was lying on Inuyasha, probably in a tree…and he was suffering from a mildly amusing case of morning wood. He would blush badly if I told him, or he knew. My attempts to stifle my giggling ended up with a snort, and then an all out giggle fit burst out afterwards.

I froze. He didn’t move, but he had to have heard me…

I finally opened my eyes and nearly jumped because I was staring right into his amber gems, eyes wide awake. A light blush spread across his cheeks, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the same reason I was giggling. He could have just been warm.

“Inuyasha…hi.”

He swallowed, closed his eyes, and slowly opened them again. “You have a problem with holding still.”

Oh god…he’d been awake for a while. He still had a boner, but either he was ignoring it and hoping I would, or implying that it was my incredible moving skills that had aroused him. If that was the case, and if he was actually so bold to say so, then… that was me? Or just a male thing? After all, it was morning. I couldn’t be mad or embarrassed about it even if I wanted to.

I could be embarrassed about the dirty thoughts I was starting to have. I quickly smashed every thought away. He had a damn dog’s sense of smell. If I got aroused back, it would be my turn to blush.

I smiled. I couldn’t help it, I just felt so giggly today. “I’m sorry…”

He huffed in amusement. “Are you drunk?”

My smile turned into a grin. “Not unless you got me drunk last night.”

His hands fumbled, but stayed right where they were. I was suspicious that he may have been enjoying the feel of skin on his, but, by my weird attitude, I couldn’t prove it.

“Just stop wiggling,” he said, tightening his grip on me.

My movements stopped, because I had actually been trying to get up from him, figuring ‘okay, joke’s over, get up now and move on’, but apparently…“Y-you don’t want me to get up?”

His eyes stayed closed, his precious ears flicked as if something blew against them. “If I didn’t want you there, woman, I would have dropped you.”

I smiled since he couldn’t see me. This was like a dream.

“Woman” was his new term of endearment to me. It used to be wench, but for some reason, woman was moving into its place. I didn’t mind. Maybe one of these days, he’d call me something even more endearing, like bitch. I don’t know why that wouldn’t bother me, but it wouldn’t.

I shuffled a little bit because my hips were stiff, and realized that that may have been what he was talking about. He made a small, indiscernible sound. I swear that his hard-on got harder…

God, I was turning myself on. I’m pretty sure I was in trouble.

“I’m sorry, Inuyasha. I’m just stiff.” I was so glad I’d managed that much without blowing a fuse. I was tempted to say “it appears you are, too” but that would have been cruel. You just don’t say that to quiet, innocent men, especially if they couldn’t help it.

What was freaking wrong with me today? My grandpa just died…why was I acting like a horny school girl?

…because I am one…

He growled, hands moving suddenly to my hips. He lifted me literally off of him, wiggled his hips around for a minute, and then sat me back down. Okay, maybe he could help it…

I flushed full on, mouth slightly hanging open in surprise. Now, his erection was right up against my panties. Did he do that on purpose, or was it now more comfortable for him?

We were so close together, and we’d never been in this situation before…but I wanted it so badly. I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning like this…so close to the person I love. I didn’t know why I was blushing like a fucking schoolgirl. I was going to spoil the moment.

I was starting to get uncomfortable myself, not quite sure what to do with the problem between my legs. Purposely, I shifted again, but this time, I buried my face in his chest so that he couldn’t see me. I couldn’t get the harder-ridge of him off my most intimate of places, and the sensation of any part of him there, even just brushing me, was driving me mad. I tried and tried, but he had me where he wanted me…and I wasn’t going anywhere.

It was suddenly hot, and the more I thought about where he was touching me, the worse it got. I was turning myself on, and I swear I was going to cry if he noticed.

“Kagome?” He asked, but instead of being unsure of himself, he used a very stern tone. He wanted me to look at him. I couldn’t do it.

Shit…he noticed.

Inuyasha moved his hands to my outer thighs, just right underneath my skirt hem. His fingers lightly grazed the skin of my legs, and that feeling in my stomach doubled into something so powerful, I made a small noise of discomfort. It was such a different sensation, everything he was doing to me…I liked it, but I didn’t want him to know I liked it.

I felt him inhale deeply, and mentally sighed. Of course he was going to know that I liked it…he could fucking smell it.

I kept my face buried in his chest. I was suddenly so mortified, and it was making me mad. I didn’t want to be embarrassed.

“Do you want me to put you down?” He finally asked softly after like five minutes of my mental struggling, his hands still on my thighs. They froze, and he kept them very vigilantly there, not moving anything even the least. Even his breaths were a little shallow now. He seemed to be reaching my level of discomfort.

Breathe, Kagome…just breathe.

I swallowed hard, and finally looked up to him. I know I could see his pulse jumping around in his neck. He seemed generally worried. Not embarrassed, but concerned… At the same time, he was struggling mentally with himself.

I guess I never thought that Inuyasha could react to me in such a way. Sure, I’m female, and I’m not terribly ugly or anything…but I always assumed his emotions were with someone else at the moment…

We held each other’s gaze for what seemed like forever. Cliché, I know. It seemed like neither of us was going to move. I didn’t want to break his gaze first, though I wasn’t sure why.

Why, Kagome, why do you have to be such a horny toad?

At last, he smirked at me before I could do anything else, and I had to glare. This wasn’t funny (okay, in a way it was, but I was fucking mortified). What the hell was wrong with him? “What?”
“You are as red as a tomato.”

My god, I was embarrassed, and he was making jokes! I snorted automatically. I couldn’t help it, or the next reaction, which is why I got into trouble. “I don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?”

He stared at me hard, his gaze careful, as if trying not to show me what he was thinking. He was breathing deeply again, and it occurred to me that he was trying to scent me without me knowing. Of course, I’d been with him long enough to know the signs. He usually acted like that when he knew I had ramen…or chips…and he hadn’t eaten in a while.

His grip on my legs unexpectedly tightened, and he pulled me forward. I yipped in surprise. His erection pressed hard against my center, actually dipping into the natural groove of my vagina, almost entering me through the cloth of our clothes. The impression was so new, and I was so stunned, that my blush returned full force and then some, and my eyes widened impossibly ample. My stomach clenched with another new sensation that I wasn’t quite familiar with, and I looked at him, so unsure of myself.

I didn’t want to talk. If I screwed this up somehow, I wasn’t going to be able to look at him for weeks.

“Why would you say that?”

That’s it…I was going to kill him…

His grip moved to my ass and pressed, rubbing himself provocatively against me. Damn it, he knew good damn and well what he was doing…though I could have been throwing his brain off a little bit. I hope he didn’t regret this and decide not to talk to me later on…I mean, it wasn’t his fault, was it?

My eyes enlarged when he did it again. Jesus Christ, he was going to kill me! “Inuyasha?!”

“Do you want me to put you down or not?”

Now surely, at this point, every one should understand my dilemma… The most gorgeous man I had ever met was being suggestive as hell, and I wanted him. I loved and cared about him, but the change in behavior was confusing to me. I wanted this so badly, but the doubt that this wasn’t actually what he would want, that he was just being a horny guy, or that he would later on regret it, was still there.

But, if he didn’t want it, would he be doing this now?

Maybe…I’ve heard of stupider things being done.

I was so nervous now, and I felt so stupid for it…but I bit my lip, refusing to drop his gaze. Please don’t let him regret this… “A-and if I said no?”

He smiled, and it was genuinely sexy. God I freaking loved him. “Then I guess it’s a no.” One hand lifted to my jaw, cradling my cheek, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.

Part of me, that stupid part, was hoping for a kiss, but I wasn’t really prepared for the real thing. His lips were so soft against mine. With each passing moment they moved more assuredly, and I responded, placing my hands around his neck. I started to gradually relax, now that I knew that he wanted the same thing that I did, at least right now, anyway. We were still nearly connected in other areas, and I swear I felt him twitch…

Inuyasha shrugged off his haori top, lips still interlocked with mine, and wrapped it around my shoulders. I was confused; after all, I wasn’t cold. But it left his upper body bare, and he was suddenly looking scrumptious.

His hands began to roam under my shirt and up my back, like he could feel every muscle in my skin working with him. I grabbed his head and held on for dear life as I let him touch me. The purpose of the haori became clear when he lifted my shirt halfway up in the back so that he could touch without much in the way. He didn’t want anyone to see what he was doing to me.

At the thought of the possibilities on that one, a large shiver ran down my spine. He growled pleasantly and kneaded the skin under my bra on my back with his fingers.

Maybe he was going to undress me under his shirt…the provocative thought nearly left me breathless.

This was what I wanted. To be so close to him, to have him touching me affectionately…and yet still part of me was afraid that something awkward was going to happen, and that we wouldn’t be doing this again.

A second thought occurred to me then. If we did this, was he going to make me his mate? I’d heard of demons sleeping around, but Inuyasha never struck me as that type.

He shifted again, and I was reminded of his growing excitement. Was this really happening? Were Inuyasha and I actually happening?

Fumbling with my bra, I could almost feel his frustration with the damn thing. I could swear that he was clawing it, preparing to rip it off me. It was the only good one I had left at the moment…I would have to resort to wrapping them with cloth if he tore this one.

Feeling momentarily useless, and hoping to slightly distract him from the destruction of my bra, I ran my hands along his biceps and shoulders, feeling that muscle just underneath the skin. He was smooth, firm, and wonderfully toned. I suddenly wanted my mouth on his body.

His attention left my mouth, swollen and used, and moved to my neck, where he affectionately began to nuzzle. His hands moved to my sides, thumbs skimming along the flesh of my stomach just beneath my breasts, lifting my shirt up even more. He had given up on the bra. Lips touched my pulse for just a second then moved to the joint of my shoulder, pushing my shirt sleeve aside so that he could reach my collar bone. I gripped his triceps and went for the arch of his neck almost hungrily.

He smelled so good…he tasted even better. I locked on to him, my throat working to taste all of him. Feeling instantly brave, I let my hand trail downward towards over his stomach to the object that had started it all between us.

“HEY!”

My head smashed into Inuyasha’s chin in surprise at the small interruption, the smashing of bone into bone quite a mood killer. My head was hurting already.

I looked up to see Shippo, sitting there happily on a branch just above us.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, while a threatening vibration grew from Inuyasha’s chest. He had taken his haori off my shoulders and was gradually putting it back on.

Realization settled in rather quickly. How long had he been sitting there?! What did he see?!

I straightened my shirt back into place and watched as Inuyasha tied his clothes back into array. He was going to kill that kit. I wasn’t going to stop him this time…I could almost feel the anger flowing off of him in waves.

He glanced at the boy the way he glances at demons when he’s about to destroy them.

“Brat, you are so dead…”

Shippo grinned sheepishly. He knew damn good and well what he’d busted…

Inuyasha was pissed.

It was over. The moment was spoiled.

And I was suddenly so fucking humiliated…

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A/N Like I said, just messing around with this story right now. I’m not going to let them do something so soon…although I would love to do that. Chapters are shorter than I would like them to be, too, but I’m on vacation, and my time is limited.
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