InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dusk Curse ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Confused

 

~Keene, NH

~5:30PM, June 2, 2000

 

Kagome pulled into a McDonalds and pulled into the drive through. She kept her voice carefully neutral as she asked Sesshoumaru for his order and then placed it, along with hers. She drove around the corner, paid for it, and then waited in line to pick it up. Soon the car in front of them was moving away with their food and she could pull forward. She picked up the food, handed it to Sesshoumaru, and drove away without saying a word to him, making sure she didn't look at him.

 

After pulling into a mostly empty parking lot, she finally turned to him and looked pointedly at him, waiting to be handed her food, while she unbuckled her seatbelt. He returned her look without a word for many moments before fishing her Big Mac out of the bag, along with some fries. One thing she did like was McDonald French fries. She took her food from him, placing her drink in the cup holders after taking a sip out of it. She opened her food and ate it quickly, remembering that she had not had breakfast or lunch. Her burger was soon gone so she started on her fries. They were dwindling by the time she was somewhat satisfied. She polished them off and looked at her salty, food covered fingertips.

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe anybody could eat so fast. She acted like she was starved. He finally finished his burger just as she ate her last fry. He watched as she bundled up her trash, put it on the floor, and then looked at her salt covered fingertips. He had the strongest urge to take her hand and lick off every grain of salt, but he reprimanded himself firmly for even thinking it.

 

His eyes jerked in their sockets as she slid her finger into her mouth and licked the salt off, smiling. He felt himself getting warmer and warmer, his body shook. His mind was playing images of her tongue licking certain places on him erotically instead of her finger. He bit hard into a French fry.

 

“Have you heard of a napkin?” He snapped at her. Her eyes turned up to his, and she gave him a defiant look before running her tongue even more slowly, even more erotically down her finger, not knowing how she was seducing him. How much she affected him. He almost groaned out loud at her deliberate slowness, the way her eyes stayed on his, the way her tongue…

 

He reached across and grabbed her hand, jerking it towards him, making her lean toward him. He was leaned forward as well, inches from her face, inches from that so very kissable mouth.

 

“Do you have any idea what your doing?” he growled, his eyes burning. Kagome was afraid. Did her manners bother him that bad?

 

No, that couldn't be it. She looked up into his amber eyes and saw raw heat in them, burning, staring straight into hers.

 

Was it just her, or did it get really hot in here all of the sudden?

 

She suddenly realized how very close they were, and her eyes fell from his eyes, and stopped on his lips. Full, beautiful lips. They were like none she had ever seen before. She could see every crease, the moisture on them. A few grains of salt from the French fries. And she so wanted to taste them, to see if they were as good as they looked. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his strong shoulders were so close, the rest of him falling slowly away from her to where he sat in the seat.

 

“What AM I doing?” She asked, remembering his question. The grip on her hand slackened, but she did not pull away from him. She wanted to get closer…

 

Finally her senses returned and she looked back up into his eyes, seeing the infuriation there. The heat she had thought she saw and felt was all anger, not what she was feeling. Nothing like she was feeling. She pulled away and sat back into her seat. Her hand shook as she reached out and grabbed her still cold drink, sipping out of it in an attempt to cool off. She allowed herself a glimpse of Sesshoumaru, but he was sitting back in his seat, staring straight ahead.

 

Sesshoumaru refused to look at her, afraid what he had seen had been his imagination.

 

Imagine, he was afraid, afraid of what he thought he had seen. The only thing he had ever been afraid of in his life was being wrong, just this once.

 

A few minutes later she started the engine and put the car into gear, driving out of the parking lot and starting into the same direction as they had been going.

 

For almost two hours neither of them had spoken, staring straight ahead. They had not shared any glances, or checked to make sure the other wasn't watching them. Both of them kept their eyes on the road as if their lives depended on it. The sun was approaching the horizon when Kagome began climbing a steep hill. Ten minutes later, she pulled over to the right side of the road where there was a decent parking place. She got out and stood for many moments, considering not sharing this with him. Her goodness prevailed and she walked around to the car.

 

Sesshoumaru was surprised when there was a knock on his window and then the door was being opened. When he saw the creature standing before him, his breath left him. The sun setting behind her haloed her, making her look angelic. Her dark hair swirled in the breeze and caught the last rays of the sun in it, turning parts of it golden. Her face was thrown into shadow, making her seem mysterious. Her shapely body was outlined by the golden colors behind her. He could feel the heat from her body, barely a few feet from his.

 

“You're going to miss the beautiful sunset here on the edge of Mt. Monadnock.” She said and stepped aside, implying that he get out. He did, if only because he was so shocked still by her appearance at his door. He stood and shut the door. He watched her walk ahead of him, her hips swaying, her hair fluttering. Almost in pain because of how much he wanted her, he followed her slowly, only watching her in the last rays on sunlight, not caring less about the nature's beauty. She stopped at the edge of the cliff and sat against a rock, watching the sun with a slight smile.

 

“Its so beautiful.” She commented. He slowly, gracefully sank down beside her, as close to her as he dared to get.

 

“Yes. Very.” He agreed, looking out across the horizon, but glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, his meaning not the same as hers. She glanced at him, but what he had meant was lost on her.

 

He lifted his hand to brush a lock of hair out of her face, but saved himself at last second and instead pushed his own hair behind his shoulder. His elbow brushed her shoulder; he could feel it from the tingles in his arm. When he put his arm back down at his side, their shoulders were touching, ever so lightly. He felt her tense up, but she didn't move away from him. He could see the sparkling horizon, the way the leaves shone from the latest rain, the trees, the orange glow. And yet all he could think about was the beautiful creature beside him.

 

Kagome felt the slight brush of their skin and nearly jumped, it felt like lightening going down her spine. As they sat together their shoulders were barely making contact. She sighed, if he was trying to apologize, he was doing a damn good job. She hadn't expected him to come and sit next to her, especially not this close to her. She might as well try and start over again as well, she really did want to be friends with him. She had an urge and thought maybe since he didn't seem to mind touching her anymore…

 

She scooted closer to him and rested her head to the side so it rested on his shoulder. She could feel his blood rushing under her ear and feel the play of his muscles as they tensed. When he didn't move she spoke.

 

“I don't know why we keep having these stupid fights. I don't want to. I'd like to be friends with you, but every time something happens that makes me want to throttle you. I don't know why, but I do know that I'd like it to stop.” She said, her voice low and light. His muscles stayed tense, but he wasn't moving. He didn't answer her, so she picked her head up and looked up at him, feeling from their closeness the heat of his body. Sensing and feeling her move, he looked down at her and their eyes caught and held, as if magneted together, and trying to move closer to each other. They were only inches apart, their bodies touching.

 

She couldn't seem to move, her eyes, her limbs, not even her tongue would obey her. His eyes held something that held her motionless, they called to her, and they seemed to see into her. She felt drawn closer, and still irresistibly closer. She felt, but never registered, when his hand touched her arm and rubbed it gently. He seemed to be getting closer, and closer, his eyes looking bigger. Her eyes focused in on his mouth again, that wonderful pair of lips. Her hunger to taste them overpowered her; she licked her lips and leaned closer still, until their lips brushed. It was soft and sensual, and sent jolts of electricity running through her. She pressed herself closer, this was not good enough. The hand caressing her arm now took a hold of it, and he pulled her closer, up onto his lap, until her upper body was pressed against his. Her tongue ventured out to taste him, his lips, and then the inside of his mouth. His hand ran down to grasp her leg; he pulled it over his lap so she was straddling him.

 

Then his tongue was doing its own tasting, her lips, her mouth. He nibbled at her like a man starved. His hard muscles beneath her felt so hot, so hard, and yet so right. His arms were around her now, holding her tight, pulling her deeper into the kiss.

 

Then suddenly it dawned on her, that she was on top of him, they were kissing, and he was certainly not objecting. She trembled, more from the force of her passion than anything else. Her stomach was scurrying, her whole body felt weak, yet incredibly powerful. Her chest was rising and falling against his, her pulse was erratic and strong. When she moved slightly, angling closer, he groaned. His hand slid slowly down her body, grasping her thighs, pulling her closer. She could feel his arousal against her, driving her to new heights. She felt damp and aching.

 

He certainly didn't seem to be repulsed or disgusted by her now. Not at all. Her thoughts turned. Then why had he pulled from her when she had touched his arm in apology? Had he just been surprised? But it had been more than that, like, well, like she had burned him.

 

What if… what if she had? What if that was what had been bothering him? Guys were said to think about sex every eight minutes. She had never taken Sesshoumaru for the type, but he was a guy. What if, -She blushed at the thought- What if he had been turned on by her?

 

His hands were kneading her rear, causing it to tingle and send heat straight to that spot in between her thighs. She moaned when his hand dipped lower and applied pressure.

 

Suddenly, her shoulders were in his iron grip and she was being forcibly pushed backwards, onto the dirt. She landed hard on her ass, her teeth slamming together. Her whole body felt cold from the lack of contact. Her vision cleared and she found him leaning against the rock, his back to her. She could see by the heaving of his shoulders that he was breathing heavily. His hand on the rock even seemed to be shaking. She stood slowly, her gaze never leaving him. She wanted to do something, anything.

 

“Sesshoumaru?”

 

He turned when he heard her voice, knowing he couldn't hide the animalistic hunger in them. What shocked him was that the same emotion was reflected in hers. She seemed uncertain, her actions slow, her breathing rapid and uneven. She took a step towards him. Stopped. His jaw clenched. He was wrong. Any girl would be turned on if they were kissed like that. She was not exempt. He felt the disgust she must be feeling, the anger.

 

“Why didn't you stop me?” He couldn't help but ask. He wanted to know why her good sense hadn't come into play. Was she afraid of him?

 

“Stop you?” She echoed, looking shocked. Why would she stop him? She wanted this, didn't she?

 

“You should have.” He turned from her, hiding himself from her. The last vestiges of sunlight turned his silver hair golden. She hesitantly walked to him, stood behind him. Her hand could not stop itself from reaching up, stroking his hair, loving its silky texture. It slid through her fingers. He was tense, worse then tense, he seemed to have frozen. She pulled her hand back. He took a hurried step from her and turned, his eyes angry, but still heated. Maybe the heat wasn't as she thought. Maybe she was wrong. As the thought took hold, so did her hurt. Why would he kiss her like that if he were still disgusted by her? Not some kind of apology…

 

Her spine straightened in anger and hurt.

 

“You DO think I'm repulsive.” Her voice was utterly cold, and hurt deeply. His angry look faded and something close to shock replaced it. Repulsive? What was she, in denial?

 

“Listen to me.” He took her shoulders in his strong grip, trying to make himself clear. “You are not repulsive. Not at all.” His voice, now deep with feeling, made shivers go up her spine with its huskiness. Her mind tried to sort through what he was telling her. But it didn't make sense. His arousal, his melting kisses and touches, coupled with his reactions, the way he looked at her, and the things he said. Nothing made sense. Utterly confused, she looked up to the source of her confusion for answers. His eyes did not help her any.

 

“You don't… your not…”

 

“No. Isn't that obvious?” And now he pushed her away again. She was still so confused.

 

“Then, why did you push me away?” She asked quickly, pushing her advantage. She had to know. She stepped up to his side, laying a hand on his arm. And this time he did not flinch, he did not pull away. When he looked at her, his eyes glittered.

 

“Isn't that obvious as well?”

 

“No. Tell me.”

 

He didn't get her, not at all. She should be running away, trying to get away from him, not pressing him for answers. He saw the innocence of her gaze, she truly didn't understand. It was obvious as hell in his eyes. He wanted her, he would devour her, crush her, hurt her. And he didn't want to do that. Besides, if she was responding to him, really was, then it was caused from stress, the recent breakup, not an attraction to him.

 

He had to tell her something, but not the truth, at least, not the whole truth, never the whole truth.

 

“We shouldn't, that's why. You're stressed from your recent breakup. And I'm a guy. I'll take what I want, and you'll be the one who gets hurt.” He broke from her grip then, making his way to the car, straining his eyes in the near darkness. If she hated him, then fine. It was a tactful lie, a lie that would keep her from knowing the real truth, that he was weak. He had already admitted one weakness to her, that he was attracted to her. She didn't need to know the rest of them. And he would make sure she never did.

 

Kagome just stood there, shocked, angry, relieved, and grateful, all at once. She was shocked at what he had said. She was relieved that she definitely didn't repulse him. She was angry with him for pushing her away. And she was grateful to him, for thinking of her. Her recent breakup. He thought… oh god. He was trying to protect her. Warmth for him spread in her belly, in her chest, not the same kind of warmth as before, but a happy, slow warmth, not heady and fast.

 

She started toward the vehicle he disappeared into. She opened her door, looked at him, but he was staring into the semi-darkness. She sat down, closed the door, and strapped on her seatbelt. She started up the car, turning the headlights on, and pulled out onto the road, heading into the nearest town, called Jaffrey. She drove through the town, found a promising looking building, and pulled up. She cut the engine, and still silence rang on. She popped the trunk and undid her seatbelt.

 

“Wanna give me a hand with the luggage?” She said lightly. His gaze locked on her momentarily, piercing her. But she was getting out of the car, not waiting for his answer. She pressed the lock before checking to be sure she had her keys, and then shut the door. She waited and watched while he got out and locked his door as well before closing it. She walked around to the back and pulled open the trunk and pulled out his suitcase, handing it to him when he came up from the front of the car. Her fingers deliberately brushed his as she let go, making the contact last as long as possible, before quickly turning so he wouldn't see the blush on her cheeks and pulled out her own suitcase. Hopefully it was dark enough…

 

She looked up at him; he looked slightly confused, and a little unsure.

 

The truth was, he was confused as all hell and more than a little stupefied. He was absolutely certain she had done that on purpose. Was she… trying to tell him something? Dammit, he hated being confused. It was another weakness, anything not understood was weakness. And he hated weakness more then anything.

 

She was shutting the trunk, slamming it just enough to be sure it locked. She turned toward the front of the building they were parked in front of and headed into it. He was trailing behind, grabbing the door from her and making sure it closed silently behind him. Finally he looked around, trying to figure out where they were. Apparently it was some kind of cheap hotel. His sense of pride immediately objected.

 

“What is this place?” he asked, his voice low and scornful. Her tone when she answered him was cheerful.

 

“What I can afford. It's called the Judia Hotel.” She was headed toward the reception desk. He stopped her with his grip on her upper arm. His knuckled brushed her soft breast and he almost tugged her against him, and then almost let go. But he grit his teeth and turned her to him, but kept the distance between them.

 

“We can do much better then this.” He growled. She just tipped her head to the side, trying to understand him.

 

“No, we can't. I didn't count on you going, and I only have enough for a one-bedroom cheap place, and only enough to go for a week with the cost of food and other possible necessities. So this has to be it.” She explained it gently, matter-of-factly. He let her go, but kept her pinned to the spot with his gaze.

 

“I'm not such an ass as to make you pay. I have money as well. We can go somewhere else.” His voice was softer now, and not as angry. But there was something behind it that she couldn't exactly recognize. Well, actually, she couldn't even begin to interpret it.

 

“Unless you're rich, we can't.” Actually, if she remembered right, he was rich, the huge mansion he and Inuyasha shared spoke of that. She went on hurriedly. “Besides, we're already here. So lets just stay here and next time we'll stay somewhere better.” She took his hand, the one that had fallen from her upper arm, and tugged him toward the front desk. He followed her, putting up a light resistance to her. She knew that if he wanted, she couldn't have budged him. She took that as grudging acceptance and smiled at the male clerk behind the desk.

 

He was rather dirty looking and though tall and dark, he was not handsome. He had a day old scraggly beard, and a slight potbelly that spoke of his alcoholic tendencies. He was looking her up down, as if measuring her, and she immediately began to dislike him. The way his eyes lingered on her breasts angered her, but her smile stayed on her face. Her voice was sweet when she spoke.

 

“Hi. Do you have any rooms open?”

 

When he spoke, his voice was very unsophisticated. “Yeah, we got one. It's got one bedroom, a TV, a bathroom, and a couch. Oh, yeah, and a mini-fridge. Yah wannit?” Kagome didn't like the way he was looking at her at all.

 

“Do you have two rooms? Or at least, two beds?” She asked. The guy's suggestive glances were giving her the creeps. When he realized her implications, he now assessed Sesshoumaru. (Though NOT with the same intensity) His gaze went down to where she was still holding his hand, and she dropped it.

 

“You two ain't together? Coulda fooled me. Not that I'm complainin.” He grinned at Kagome in such a leering way that she had to force herself to stay pleasant. “Naw, we only got the one room with the one bed.”

 

“I'll take it.” Kagome said immediately, before Sesshoumaru could say anything.

 

“What?” Sesshoumaru sounded shocked behind her.

 

The guy looked disappointed, but then he grinned. “Ya know, yer welcome ta stay at my place.” He was waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Kagome, and she lifted her chin. She was about to speak when…

 

“We are all set, thank you.” Sesshoumaru's voice could have sent a baby crying to its mother, it was so cold and scary. She could feel that he had moved up to stand right behind her, the heat from his body was wafting to hers. The guy behind the counter only looked mildly surprised.

 

“Fine. It 55 for the night.” He held out his hand to receive the money, and Kagome dug in her pocket. Sesshoumaru's hand stopped her and he slipped out a hundred and gave it to the guy.

 

“I'll pay.” He said lowly. She bristled.

 

“I don't need you to pay for me. I can take care of myself.” She turned to the clerk. “Give him back 65. I'll pay for my twenty.” She turned back to Sesshoumaru. “And I'll owe you five.” She said firmly.

 

“You owe me nothing.” He countered, but took back his sixty-five. She just sighed exasperatedly and picked up her suitcase, taking the key the clerk gave them and reading the number. 35.

 

“Third floor.” The clerk told her. She nodded her thanks, giving him a quick smile, and headed toward the elevator. She stepped into it and pushed the number three, watching as the doors closed after Sesshoumaru stepped in. They rode in silence up through the second floor. Time seemed to tick so slowly. Finally the light above the door changed to the number three and the elevator stopped. It opened and Kagome breathed easy. She could have sliced through the tension in the elevator with a knife. She gulped, trying to regain her composure, and looked up the numbers on the doors.

 

The first one on the left was Thirty-one. The one on the right was thirty. She stepped off, making her way down the hall, thirty-two on the right, and thirty-three on the left. Their room was on the next left. She shoved the key into it and listened while it clicked as she turned it. She opened the door and pulled the key out, going in, knowing Sesshoumaru was right behind her. He set his stuff down next to the door and shut it, locking it. The final click of it made a spiral of fear go down her spine. She shook it off and set her stuff on a chair. The room was small, and needed air. Suddenly, she felt suffocated, stuck. A sudden and unbidden case of claustrophobia hit her hard, making her dizzy.

 

“I'm… going for a walk. I'll be right back.” She started for the door, her eyes fuzzy. His hands closed over her arm before she could make it outside. Her hands were fumbling with the lock. He pulled her away from it.

 

“The hell you are. This place is dangerous.” She felt a funny pull of happiness that he cared, but she had to get out.

 

“Listen, if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come looking for me and then do whatever you want to me. Promise.” She tugged out from his hold and went back to work on the door.

 

Sesshoumaru's mind was fuzzy with thoughts of what she had said. `Do whatever you want to me.' An image of him stripping her naked and fucking her senseless came rushing to him, but he pushed it away with fury. That was not what she had meant. By the time he was thinking clearly again, she was shutting the door; the key in her hand so she could get back in just in case it was locked. He swore heavily, but didn't go after her. Instead, he looked at the clock and started counting the seconds.

 

Kagome leaned against the wall once she got outside. She breathed in the fresh air, thanking god for it. Slowly her head cleared and her heart stopped pounding. She held her hand to her chest. She NEVER got claustrophobia. She wasn't even sure that's what it was, since she had never had it before. She pushed herself away from the wall and stared out into the darkness, welcoming it. She stayed like that for many minutes.

 

“Hey sexy.” The voice behind her made her turn quickly, but it was only the guy from before, still staring her up and down.

 

“Hello.” She answered.

 

“Ya know, it's a good thing you came back down. Saves me the walk.” He grinned. She quirked an eyebrow in question.

 

“Yeah, I uh, accidentally told ya the wrong price. The room was only 40.” Her expression cleared and she smiled.

 

“Well, thank you for being so honest. But you can keep it.” She started to go back inside, and he followed her, taking her arm and stopping her. How many times today had someone taken her shoulders, her arm, or something to either try and get a message through to her or stop her? She smiled wryly and turned to face the guy.

 

“Yeah?” she asked.

 

“Uh, I can't do that. If the money don't tally with the register, we get in trouble. So I gotta give it back to yeh. If you'll just foller me right back here, the register's closed up for the night and the money's back here.” He motioned her into a room behind the front desk and she followed, wondering why he didn't just pocket the money for his habit. Even now, she could smell alcohol on his breath. He lead her into the room and she walked in, wondering where in the world they put money in here, when she heard a click she spun around, suddenly afraid again.

 

This time, she realized, her fears were not unfounded. Of course, he lured her in here… for what? It became clear as he stalked closer to her, his eyes scary. She backed up until she hit the wall behind her, fear slicing through her.

 

“What the… you tricked me.” Her eyes must have shown her terror. She worked to suppress it. “Let me out. Now please.” He ignored her, coming still closer. When she could stay still no longer, she made a break, lunging to the right. Despite the alcohol in his system, he lunged for her, grabbing her quicker then lightening and throwing her back against the wall. A loud scream emitted from her throat, blasting from her lungs.

 

He yanked her hair back and pressed his body into hers, repulsing her. She tried her damnedest to push him away, but when she did, he yanked harder on her hair, making her cease her motions in pain. Oh god, he was going to rape her.

 

“Stop fighting, and you'll enjoy this, pretty one. I wont hurt you, as long as you do as I say.” He leaned close to her, kissing her lips. She kept her mouth closed, and he moved on down to her neck, leaving slobbery trails down her neck. His hips ground into hers. She flinched in disgust and shrank away, trying for one last-ditch effort. Please let him come, please let him hear me, she thought as she screamed.

 

“SESSHOUMARU!!!”

 

He slapped her across the face. “Bitch!”

 

~**~

 

END CHAPTER TWO.

 

 

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