InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Divine ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: ::picks fingernails:: No, I'm not doing or saying anything very interesting at the moment… might as well get on with the story, ne?

Divine

Chapter Seven

"True love is the greatest thing in the world…

Except for a nice MLT-

Mutton, Lettuce and Tomato sandwich,

When the mutton is nice and lean

And the tomatoes ripe…"

William Goldman, 'The Princess Bride'

The night was rough… very rough. Inuyasha remained squished up to the wall the entire time, knowing that whenever he ventured closer towards the center of the mattress - as well as Kagome - he received a sleepy swat on the ear for his trouble.

At that point in time, as Inuyasha's hot blood continued to race around his body and assured that sleep was the last thing on his mind, Inuyasha knew that he would much rather have been sitting in the middle of a raging blizzard than lie here next to a beautiful girl. At least in a blizzard he wouldn't be in so much of a bother…

But eventually his body calmed enough to allow a hint of his exhaustion to creep up on him. That hint soon overwhelmed him and within minutes he had drifted off to sleep…

Although, no sooner had his eyes drifted closed than Kagome had elbowed him awake. "Inuyasha…" she whispered hoarsely through the darkness.

Inuyasha, not too happy about having been cheated of blissful unconsciousness, grunted angrily. "What?"

"What's that to the left of me?" she asked.

Which made no sense whatsoever. "To the left of you… uh… empty space?"

Kagome blinked back in bemusement. "What?"

"You asked what was to the left of you." Inuyasha scowled. Why was she playing games with him at this hour in the morning?

"I didn't."

"Then what did you say?"

"I want you to make love to me."

No, that couldn't be right…

Inuyasha peered at the girl curiously. "Make love to you? Me?"

Kagome nodded quickly, her face eager and uncertain, but her knee was sneakily slipping between his thighs.

"What… right now?" Inuyasha was almost about to complain… what the hell, why not complain anyway? "But I only just managed to get rid of the stiffy."

"Well then," her face loomed closer to his. "We'll have to bring it back… won't we?" her lips brushed across his, teasingly.

Inuyasha swallowed hard. "Oh… don't worry… it's back now."

"I thought about what you said." She whispered, as she pulled herself over him till she was lying flush up against him. "You're right. I'm too upright and I fantasize way too much. I would love you to bring me down to earth with your rough and tumble ways."

"Really…"

"Really."

Well, who was Inuyasha to deny the girl of his dreams… or rather… the girl in his dreams… Because no sooner had Kagome lips sealed against his, than her elbow wedged itself in his back…

That was a bit anatomically impossible, wasn't it?

Inuyasha opened his eyes with a start and realized, with dismay, that the bold girl on top of him was gone, leaving him with the prude girl lying behind him, snoring, but with one joint strategically jammed into his spine.

He'd been dreaming…

With a sigh, Inuyasha carefully maneuvered himself free of the offending body part and gently rolled her towards the edge of the bed, allowing him a little room to spread out. With a sigh, he began willing sleep to come as he tried to fight the arousal that his dream had sparked again…

Kagome woke with a rather inelegant thump as she hit the floor.

"Ow…" she wheezed as she blinked away the double vision and rubbed the arm which had broken her fall. Slowly, she managed to sit up and glared across at the person who had pushed her off the bed…

A pity he was snoring and completely oblivious to her annoyance.

Might as well let him have it… Kagome grumbled to herself as she stood and left the room. A quick glance at her wrist watch told her that it was half past eight on Sunday morning, and it reassured Kagome that she was that much closer to her freedom from her palm's fortune.

First things were first, and that was Buyo. Kagome plodded down the stairs to the kitchen in order to greet her furry feline friend and give him his rather large breakfast. Then she plodded all the way back upstairs again to find the bathroom and get ready for the trying day ahead.

After she'd cleaned her teeth and poked at the bags under her eyes, it was off to check on Inuyasha again… but he was still snoring face down on her pillow. Kagome shook her head and decided to go check if the well was clear yet.

She entered the well house, quite sure that it the time portal would be working… but one giant leap and a thud later, Kagome knew that they were still snowed in. She sighed as she came to realize that they would probably be stuck here until their time was up… or if they just got on with it and had sex.

"Not when I'm this close to the end…" Kagome told herself firmly as she went back into the house.

By this time, Inuyasha was already up and torturing Buyo in the kitchen. "The well working yet?" he asked as he made the podgy cat dance by holding him up by the forepaws.

"Would I be here if it was?" she shot back, irritated and in a fairly dry mood. "He'll scratch you."

"No he won't, he's - ow! You vicious little beast!"

"Told you…" Kagome yawned as she passed on to the living room and tried to turn on the TV… only to find that it was still broken from yesterday, and the most she got was another fizz of smoke and a small pop. Kagome quickly stopped trying to revive the electronic device and went back into the kitchen to sit at the table and stare at the fridge, reckoning that it was probably staring back at her… challengingly.

The battle of wits was interrupted as Inuyasha's head blocked her vision. He'd sat down on the chair opposite her and glanced at her in an accessing, penetrating way. It wasn't an intrusive look, or even suggestive, but Kagome couldn't help but blush and avert her eyes.

"Have a nice sleep?" she asked, trying to divert his mind from whatever he was thinking about her.

"Not really." Inuyasha gave a blasé shrug. "Couldn't really get to sleep with that hard-on you left me with…"

Kagome tried to discreetly hide her fierce blush by pretending to be intensely interested in a jam stain on the table cloth. "Oh…"

She was unprepared for the jab of guilt she felt. She hadn't realized it at the time, but perhaps it was rather rude to take her pleasure like that and leave him with nothing but frustration. But there was an interesting thought…

I had an orgasm in Inuyasha's lap last night…

The strangeness of that thought made her giggle aloud.

"What?" Inuyasha snapped across the table, startling her out of her daze. "You find that funny, do you?"

"No!" Kagome wondered if the heat would ever leave her cheeks. "I wasn't laughing at your discomfort!"

"Of course you weren't." he didn't believe her, judging by that sardonic smirk.

Kagome winced slightly and looked back down at the jam smear. She was finding it hard to believe that she'd done something so intimate in front of Inuyasha… she'd sometimes thought about something similar, but Kagome had always wondered if things would get awkward afterwards…

And she was right. They were very awkward.

She just didn't realize that their awkwardness was due to Inuyasha's disgruntlement at being left hanging…

"Miroku…"

"Sango…?"

"Are you touching my thigh?"

The monk turned his eyes down to judge his companions posterior, then turned his gaze to his lap to locate both hands sitting against his knees, shivering ever so slightly with cold. "No, Sango. My hands are no where near you."

"Good." Her teeth chattered. "Just checking… I can't feel my legs anymore, you see?"

"Don't fret." Miroku consoled her. "I wouldn't be able to feel you legs anyway… my fingers are too numb."

The wind continued to howl mercilessly around their rickety hut. Snow and sleet was already piling up around the door and beyond that the world was a whirling abyss of whiteness. Miroku and Sango sat huddled in the furthest corner from the door, shivering and panting little frosty breathes of mist into the air. The fire had long since died.

"I really think…" Miroku whispered. "That we should reconsider the possibility of sharing body heat."

Sango opened her mouth, as if to loudly shoot the idea down… but then she seemed to pause. "I'm… I'm listening."

If it had been two degrees warmer, Miroku would have had the energy to leap for joy. "Your clothes, Sango, are very wet and cold now. Perhaps it would be better if you freed yourself from them and joined me under my large robes that are very dry and warm."

Sango's head creaked around to glare at him. "You want me to get naked with you, basically?"

"It'll warm me up quite nicely, if you do." Miroku nodded with sincerity. "Then I can share the warmth with you."

Sango shook her head and huddled closer to his side. "The day I get naked with you is the day I lose my mind."

Then I shall pray for the cold to take our sanity. Miroku thought privately. She'll be begging for me given enough time…

Inuyasha's patience was beginning to wear thin. Kagome seemed to have adopted this "We didn't do anything" attitude that was beginning to irritate the hell out of him. It was like she was refusing to admit to herself or him that anything had happened the previous night.

Anyone would think that she had regretted the incident, and just wanted to put it behind them… but she wanted him and he knew it. She knew it too, but for some reason she didn't want to act on it.

She seemed torn… uncertain… but Inuyasha was convinced that if he could just take her all the way then finally she would be able to decide on whether or not she wanted it. Of course… by then, it would be too late. But all little girls had to grow up eventually and discover sex… Inuyasha just wanted to make sure Kagome discovered it with him and no one else.

So Inuyasha would 'make love to her' and if she decided that she never wanted to do it again then Inuyasha would back off… and spend the next few years of their journey together having to wank off his frustration.

Not an ideal prospect, but Inuyasha was certain that once Kagome had a real taste of what could be, then she would stop saying 'no' all the time.

"…and of course, when they dropped that bomb in Hiroshima a load of people died and the entertainment industry was blown to hell…" Kagome was babbling on again about things he didn't understand. How she managed to talk so much and wash plates at the same time was a fete known only to women. Her voice even managed to drown out the music from that 'radio' device of hers. "…I mean, they were even resorting to showing films against the sides of buildings because there were no theatres, can you believe it!"

Inuyasha grunted and took the slippery plate she handed him and began drying it was his designated towel.

"…and that's when manga started to evolve, based on an American style cartooning called "Disney" or something…"

Inuyasha grunted again as he set the plate down and started drying another.

"… and Bambi! Oh I love that film - I cried so much that my mother had to drag me out of the theatre…"

Was there no way to shut her up?

"…I was so happy when we got the video, but then Grandpa taped over it with some kind of R rated film about gangster warfare - so there was me traumatized for life the next time I tried to watch Bambi and all I saw was a man being pushed into the trunk of a car and being stabbed repeatedly…"

Inuyasha set down his dry plate with a clang and refused to pick up the next one.

"… which reminds me of that time when I didn't take a bath for two whole weeks because I was scared of getting sucked down the plug hole… hang on… why've you stopped drying plates?"

Inuyasha shrugged nonchalantly. "I want to wash now."

"Oh… ok," she pulled her hands out of the sink and flicked the soap suds away. "Just hand me that towel and we'll swap-"

"No." Inuyasha interrupted and put a hand on her shoulder to stay her. "I need you to show me how to do it first."

"Oh…" she turned back to the sink. "Well, first you pick up the dirty plate like so, and then you…" she trailed off as she became aware of how closely Inuyasha was standing behind her. His chest brushed her back as he leaned forward to see over her shoulder. "Um… she struggled to remember what she was saying. "Right, and you put it in the water and then you use the scrubber to scrub the dirt off…"

Inuyasha's arms slipped beneath hers and his hands moved to join her grip on the plate and scrubber. "Carry on…" he said, his breath whispering across her hair.

Scenario #7: The whacked out "Ghost" rip off…

Kagome found it even more of a struggle to remember how to wash the plates… "And… well… then you scrub in a circular motion like this…" But with Inuyasha's hands covering her own, he was forcing her to wash very slowly indeed… he was making the simple act of washing up a very sensual act indeed.

"In circles…?" he affirmed in a low voice as he stepped forward ever so slightly. Kagome found her hips trapped between the counter and Inuyasha. Her pulse began to race and her fingers trembled against the plate.

"In circles…" she nodded slightly, well aware that they were scrubbing a clean plate by now.

"Then what?" his voice was almost playful beside her ear.

"W-We rinse the plate…" she reached for the cold tap to let the stream of water wash the suds away. Neither she nor Inuyasha released the plate as they guided it over to the stack beside them. "And… that's how you do it…" she prayed that he would release her now and let her do the drying a good few metres away from him.

"That was last plate, Kagome."

So it was…

"Now what do we do, Kagome?"

She also wished that he would stop saying her name in that way… it made as shiver run all the way down her spine at the way it rolled off his tongue.

"We wash our hands, with the soap…" she picked up the soap in one hand and turned on the hot water. Inuyasha's hands joined hers under the flowing water and Kagome sucked in her lips as he took over the job and seemed to be washing her hands for her. She marveled at how large his hands were compared to hers… so strong and so male compared to her delicate little digits. The pads of his fingers were thick and callused… and she clenched her thighs as she remembered just where else those fingers had been.

As his hands meticulously washed hers, he nudged her head aside and began alternately kissing and nibbling the shell of her ear. Kagome's eyes became hooded and she near melted back against him.

Once again, Kagome found it all too easy to get lost in the moment as she tipped her head back against his shoulder and granted his lips access to her throat. His hands wet hands left hers and traveled up her arms. When those dripping fingers suddenly arrived under her shirt to press against her belly, Kagome's only reaction was to press her hips back against his. It was an interesting sensation, to have wet but warm fingers splayed across her stomach, and smoothing down to pass beneath the waist band of her skirt. Kagome's breathing grew choppy as she pressed against him even more as questing fingers drifted over the material of her underwear.

"Kagome… I want repayment for last night…" he whispered into her ear, causing another shiver to creep down her spine as a grimace pinched Kagome's face - a grimace of pleasure from the way his fingers rubbed her center through her panties.

If he didn't stop then she was going to climax right then and there and leave him unfulfilled all over again.

He seemed to know that, as Inuyasha took the opportunity to gently spin her around and back her up abruptly against the counter again. Kagome's intake of breath was sharp as she felt a hard bulge pressing against her stomach.

Inuyasha's hands restlessly roved over her hips and thighs.

Kagome fought for sense. "Inuyasha… we shouldn't…"

"Don't you want this?" Inuyasha's hands cradled her neck as his lips seared kisses across her face. "You already told me that you do…"

"Not… not like this…" she whispered, but her body rebelled against her mind as her leg lifted to rub her inner thigh against his hip.

"Why does you mouth keep pushing me away when your body keeps inviting me closer?" he teased slightly, smoothing his hand down her thigh to cup the soft flesh of her behind. "Is your mouth listening to your brain and you body listening to your heart…?" He cupped his hand around her other thigh and pulled her up until she was seated against the counter. Here it was much gratifying to find that his arousal fit perfectly against the heated juncture of between her legs. "Or is it the other way around…"

"I don't… I don't know…" she had no idea what he was talking about anyway. All she could concentrate on was the feel of that hard ridge pressing against her center. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles had long since turned white.

When Inuyasha's hands moved to grip her bottom as his hips thrust against her, Kagome found a small yelp escaping from her throat. The heel of one foot collided against the cupboards beneath her with a sound bang while her other foot curled around the back of his thigh to keep him as close as humanly possible.

She wanted him to do that again, but this time she wanted him to remove the barriers of clothes between them.

Her body knew quite clearly what it desired…

"You want me, don't you?" Inuyasha breathed, but it wasn't a cocky observation… it was a sincere need to know how she felt.

Kagome nodded erratically. "Yes… yes, I want you." Dear god, I need him so much it hurts! I don't know what to do…

"I promise you, you'll enjoy this…" he was reaching down to adjust the folds of his hakama.

Kagome froze. There was nothing like Inuyasha's magic 'wand' to reawaken her sense. "Wait - Inuyasha-"

"No don't do that," he tried to hurry, sensing her swinging mood.

"This really isn't a good place to-"

"No where is to you - let's just get on with it before you-"

"You make this sound like a chore-"

"You're making it one-"

"SIT!"

Inuyasha plunged face first into the linoleum floor and groaned in pain as, expectedly, some of his more precious assets were caught beneath him.

"Sorry!" Kagome hopped down from the counter and began edging away from him. "Uh… it's all… moving too fast for me, ok? And I, uh… I'm going to go out for a while to buy some more food, ok?"

A scowl twisted Inuyasha's face as he pushed himself up off the floor. "Why are you making this so hard?!" he yelled.

Kagome stood in the doorway, looking uncomfortable and somewhat guilty. "I'm sorry…"

"Doesn't it kill you to pull away from the brink so often - to have that much control?!" he snapped at her. "Doesn't it eat at you? You obviously want to break your curb!"

"I don't! There is no curb Inuyasha!" she threw her hands down rigidly. "You're just pushing me too hard!"

"Bull shit! You want it as much as I do!"

"No, I don't! We want this differently!" she hissed. "I want something special, something that will last - but all you want to do is get your rocks off! I won't degrade myself!"

"I'll give you special - if you'd just give me a chance and stop playing around with me!" he ground out.

"I'm not playing!"

"Then why do you keep changing your mind?!" he demanded. "You say you want me but then you literally push me away!"

Kagome's mouth opened but no argument came out. She seemed to have run out of argument.

"Is it because you're self-conscious?" he frowned. "Because you're beautiful, Kagome. I've seen all of you and you don't have anything to be ashamed of-"

"I'm not self-conscious!" she protested.

"Then why are you shying away from what you obvious want?!"

"Because do you have any idea of what this all implies?!" she snapped. "Commitment! Responsibility! There will be repercussions - fortune or no fortune! I'll never be able to look at myself the same way!"

Inuyasha literally growled. "It implies nothing! Sex is just sex - it doesn't change people or require commitment and responsibility! You're just blowing it out of proportion, again!!"

"And you're taking it for granted, again!" she hissed back and whirled to storm out. "I'm going to get food, I'll be back soon so don't follow me!"

He heard her grab her bag shortly before the whole house shuddered as she slammed the front door in her wake.

Inuyasha cursed and slammed a fist against the kitchen table.

Kagome was making this too difficult…

>TBC<