InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ En Famille ❯ The hook up ( Chapter 4 )

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

Citrus content - kids, don't read.

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To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

-Madonna

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: Thursday night :

[Shit! He'll be here any minute!]

Kagome hurried to throw her clothes in the laundry bin and check on the roast in the oven. Her mother had made the best pot roast in the world, and hers wasn't too bad, given she had her mother's old cooking journal and a few tricks of her own. She loved to cook, normally finding the activity soothing, but this time she was a nervous wreck.

How did one act when a man came to their apartment to help concieve a child?

[This is going to be so weird! I've never thought of Miroku in that way and I'm sure he hasn't either!]

When the doorbell rang, she dropped the magazines she'd been cleaning up from the table and cursed. "Door's open!"

"Hey Kagome," Stepping into her apartment and leaving his shoes beside the door, Miroku made his way past the living room to the kitchen where he set down the bottle of wine he'd brought to go with dinner.

"I'll just be a sec ok? Make yourself comfortable, there's soda, beer and some champagne in the fridge!" Kagome grabbed her pile of messy magazines and dumped them on her office desk, shutting the doors after her.

Smoothing down the skirt she'd decided to wear, she touched up her hair and threw back her shoulders, mentally giving herself courage as she walked over to the kitchen. "Hey you."

Looking up from the bottle he was trying to open, Miroku smiled and came over to peck her cheek, "How are ya brat?"

"Are you ever going to stop calling me brat?" Kagome pouted up at him, fighting the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks.

With a casual shrug, Miroku headed back to the glasses he'd set out, "Not likely."

The oven bell sounded, making him turn and watch her pull on some mittens and open the door. Closing his eyes at the wonderful aroma of her mother's famous roast, he smiled and opened them again to resume his serving. "At least you'll be able to feed the kid decent food."

"Like there was ever any doubt?" Kagome set it down on the platter and smiled, "I made your birthday cake last year, remember?"

"You made it?" Miroku handed her a glass and leaned against the counter, "I was told you'd brought it so I figured you'd run to the store."

"Nope, baked it myself," Kagome moved around the kitchen counter to the small table set for two, "I hope you don't mind using this smaller one, the formal dinning room is currently occupied by scraps of cloth, cut outs, magazines and all kinds of stuff."

"Of course not, this makes it all the more intimate," Miroku brought over the salad and bread, still in awe of the girl's cooking abilities, "Did you bake this bread also?"

Kagome shrugged, "It doesn't really take that long to mix everything together and stuff."

"Its baked from scratch?!"

Nodding, she sat and sipped her wine, "I like the smell of freshly baked bread, you can still get a catch of it if you really focus on the scents in the room. I bought myself a really good oven specifically for that."

"You're amazing you know that?" Miroku took his seat and watched her serve them both salad, roast and a few slices of bread.

"Sorry its not much but I got a call and didn't have time to make soup or rice," Kagome apologized.

Miroku laughed, "Woman, you baked a loaf of bread from scratch and made my favorite roast. Do you really think I mind not having soup?"

Kagome shrugged, "You've never cared much for soup anyways, have you?"

"Nope"

Changing the subject to what they'd done earlier that day, Miroku was glad to see her gradually relaxing. She'd been nervous when he'd first arrived, her jerky motions had proven it easily, but she was calmer by the end of the meal, thanks in part to the three glasses of wine she drank also.

"It was so weird Roku, I've lived in this city for more than five years now and I had never been mugged," Kagome shuddered. "My new credit card should be here soon, the other one is canceled and I should get my ID's in the mail too."

"Poor Gome, must be a sign right? Inuyasha - bad vibes = no good for you." Miroku was glad to hear her laugh at that.

"Inu's sweet, he just plays the tough guy, you should have seen him when he found me," Kagome smiled, "The poor dear, he's a great guy."

"Hmph, and Kouga?"

"Kouga's going to marry Ayame"

Miroku's eyes widened, "Oh ho, is there something I don't know about? I'll have to call him."

"Do you guys share all your conquests?" Kagome asked

"Not all of them, nope," Miroku frowned, "Did I tell Inuyasha about Eri? Or was that Loren? Hmm…"

"Jerk!" Kagome slapped his arm, "I didn't mean for you to tell ME!"

"Oh? But you have the right to know," Miroku reminded her, "Of course, I'm not certain of the number myself so we'll have to guess."

Rolling her eyes, Kagome focused on her plate and took another bite of her salad, relieved when the topic changed again. Once the meal was done and the dishes were in the washer, Kagome found her nervousness returning and fidgeted with her glass, following him out ot the living room. They stood at the window, looking out over the city for a few tense minutes before she spoke, "I think we should just get it over with don't you?"

"Just get it over with? How romantic," turning to look at her face, Miroku studied her profile and sighed. "But I suppose you're right, is there anything you need to do?"

"Change," Kagome turned and headed over to her room, surprised when he followed her.

"You can change in the bathroom," he explained following her into the bedroom. Studying her picture frames on a bookshelf near the door, he listened as she grabbed a nightgown and closed the door behind her.

Taking the opportunity while she was gone, he turned off the main light and undressed, leaving on only his boxers. [This is going to be weird]

The reality of their situation hadn't dawned on him until they were at the kitchen table earlier. He'd thought about it constantly over the week but he'd been uncertain of their plans going through until then. Being with Kagome was going to be unlike any of his previous encounters with women, not only because she was his sister's best friend and like family, but also because she was nothing like the women he normally chose to be with.

He was used to women being outgoing and fully aware of their sexuality, demanding as much as they gave. She'd been right about his reputation, he was a known ladies man and hardly had to go looking for a bedmate, but this was different. The women he dated were usually tall and shapely, confident in their skills and came to bed knowing what they wanted.

Kagome knew what she wanted, she wanted a child, but she had no idea what she could have when it came to the process of making that child. He'd known she was vulnerable when it came to men, but he'd learned just how vulnerable she was when she'd told him about that idiot Hojo.

And damnit, he wasn't used to petite, tender-hearted, naive girls like Kagome. They had never attracted him, never called his attention. But there was something about her, something that had made him insist they do this. At first he'd meant to scare her off, when she agreed and admitted to her awful dealings with Hojo, he'd decided to see it through and make up for the damage the imbecile had done.

[What the hell was I thinking? I should have just done things her way.]

But he had also meant it when he'd said he wouldn't have a child concieved unnaturally - for a man who defied the conventional ideals of his peers almost daily, he was surprised by how conventional his view on that was.

Looking over to the alarm clock beside the bed, he realized she'd been in the restroom for nearly twenty minutes and was about to go knock on the door when it opened and she stepped out. His eyes having adjusted to the scarce light, Miroku felt his breath catch at the sight before him.

Dressed in a simple pink teddy, Kagome stood hesitantly in the doorway, one leg bent slightly behind the other, one hand resting against the wooden frame beside her. Tied like a halter up around her neck, the teddy had a scooped v-neck that fell modestly to allow a bit of cleavage but not too much. The silky material fell to mid-thigh, molding loosely to her feminine figure, from the swells of her breasts to the curves of her hips, and allowed a full view of her long, slender legs.

Hands fisting at his sides, Miroku's gaze moved up along her body to rest on her face, framed by a couple of loose strands that had slipped from her bun. Seeing her teeth nibble on her lower lip, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be the one nibbling on it, and was shocked by the urgency he felt. Meeting her uncertain gaze, he realized with a start that he'd never felt so turned on by a woman before.

"Does this help? I-I figured something like this might help you... you know," Kagome blushed and moved towards the bed, snapping him from the dazed stupor he'd fallen into.

Watching her sit down and nervously figdet with the blanket, Miroku forgot the shapely curves and sleek legs that had enthralled him seconds earlier and realized just how much she was trusting him with.

And at that moment he was immensely thankful her crazy plan, her determination and most of all, for her courage. She was willing to open up a wound that had left a deep scar on her person and her life for this idea - and she was trusting him of all people to help her through it.

Miroku met her eyes again and was swept over by a wave of tenderness at the fear shown there. Taking his time, he crawled onto the bed and stopped once he'd reached her side, tucking a bang from her eyes, he smiled and was relieved to see her smile back. A single thought flashed through his mind and stuck there for a moment as he looked down at her.

[What the hell could I have done to deserve this?]

"This is weird"

"A bit, yeah,"

He lay beside her propped up on his right elbow. As she lay back, her bun lifted a little on the pillow and brought his attention to her hair. Moving his hands towards it, he carefully slid his fingers along her scalp, removing the pins that held it in place. He released her silken tresses and smoothed them down, over her pillows, her shoulders and onto her arm. Seeing her frown in confusion, he smiled and explained.

"I never could resist hair such as yours, set against your pale complexion it adds to the wickedly delicious picture."

Kagome laughed nervously, "Wickedly delicious? There's nothing delicious about me."

Gazing down to her modestly covered breasts, he saw the hint of her pink nipples and shook his head at her statement. "Believe me, there's plenty."

Lowering his hand to rest on her stomach, Miroku felt himself nearly shaking with need and wondered at this desperate lust in him. As her tongue slipped out and moistened her lips, he inwardly groaned again and looked her in the eye. "I don't want to scare you Kagome, tell me if anything frightens or hurts ok?"

He watched her nod tersely and realized how tense her body was. She lay taught as a wire, ready to spring at the first touch. Cooling his ardor for a bit, he raised a his hand to her cheek and gently cupped it, making her eyes meet his. The fear and uncertainty there again touched something inside him and cooled his body even more as he forced himself to try and calm her fears.

He forced his voice to take on his usual teasing, soothing tone in hopes of getting through to her. "Hey now, there's nothing to be scared of 'Gome."

"I'm not scared," Kagome whispered, "I'm embarrased and feeling horribly insecure right now."

"Well don't be," Miroku stroked his finger along her cheek in small circles, "There's no reason for you to be embarrased about this. I promise we'll make it work."

Kagome rolled her eyes, "That's just it Miroku, it won't work, I can't make it work, that's what I'm so embarrased about."

That brought on a frown from him, "What?"

With a sigh, she shrugged and looked down from his eyes to a small freckle beneath his chin. "I couldn't make Hojo..."

"Want you? Gods Kagome, believe me that's not the case here, that was his own fault." Miroku moved closer so his body lay pressed alongside hers, lifting one of his legs to lay between hers and leaving the proof of his desire resting on her thigh.

With a hardly audible gasp, Kagome nodded again and continued, "And I could never... well my body couldn't quite..."

"Respond?" Miroku nearly gawked, eyes widening in shock, "You're not saying you never had an..."

"I told you I haven't been with anyone else," Kagome defended herself. "And I'm not the type who'd do it on my own, my body just doesn't work ok?"

Seeing tears of hurt and frustration well in her eyes, Miroku's gaze softened and he gently brushed his thumb over them, wiping away the few drops of that escaped. Licking the moisture away, he slowly rolled over and lay atop her, his lower body nestled between her legs, his upper body held up on his elbows.

He could feel her slight trembling beneath him and knew it wasn't from passion, a wave of tenderness flooding through him. Eyes locked on hers, he lowered his head and brushed a kiss over her lips. When she would have said something he added pressure to the kiss, closing his eyes and focusing on the feelings she evoked in him. He was careful not to scare her, gently nibbling on her lip, pulling back and brushing his mouth over hers.

When she opened her lips, he took it a bit furthur, gently easing his tongue inside. She tasted sweet, warm, different - special. She returned the kiss with equal care, hesitantly, uncertain even in that. There was a softness to her, her mouth, her tongue, her body beneath his, and he found himself trembling with the realization of the responsibility he'd taken on.

He broke off the kiss, raising his head to look into her face, eyes softening as he saw hers closed, a dreamlike smile on her features. Lowering his head to trace the contours of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, he felt hers slip out and touch him, a bolt of lust shooting through him.

"Gods Kagome, the boy was a fool."

"Hmm.."

Kagome hardly heard his words, relishing in the heat coursing through her at his touch. His hands had moved from the bed, while his mouth pressed kisses to her neck. They skimmed over her sides, tracing over her ribs, sliding up to her breasts. She realized they felt fuller and achy, and gasped when his hands settled over them, asessing their weight and kneading gently.

"Shh... its ok," Miroku whispered into her ear, nibbling on the ridge.

His lips moved and captured hers again as his fingers focused on the buds straining against the fabric of her teddy. Gasping again at the fire that spread through her, Kagome's hands moved along his arms, to his back, gripping it tightly.

Needing more, Miroku lifted his hands to her neck, untying the straps there and lifting himself off her. Smirking at the mewled protest she gave, he pulled her to sit up with him and kissed her again before lifting the teddy from her hips and off, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Kagome gasped, her ardor calming at the feel of the cool air on her bare body. Lifting her arms to cover herself, she was stopped by his taking her wrists and pressing her back into the bed, hands up beside her head.

"Give me a moment," Miroku whispered, leaning back to get a god look.

It was shocking, the way her arousal could be heightened by his gaze alone, but it was also amazing how good it felt to be worshipped by a man. And worship he did. The look in his eyes, his expression, his very stance, made her feel precious, beautiful, completely feminine and desireable.

Unable to bear any more, she tugged her hands from his hold and sat back up, hands coming to the waist of his boxers and tugging them off. Impatient, Miroku helped removed them and kissed her again, pressing her back with his body. They lay there, hands roaming, lips clinging, reveling in the feel of their bodies touching so intimately. Chest to chest, belly to belly, his thighs between hers.

Miroku found himself wondering when it had ever been like this, so right, nearly perfect. Kagome marveled in the sensations he was causing her, glorified in the knowledge that he'd been right and she'd been wrong. The problems before hadn't been her fault, she could feel passion with a man, and such passion. His lips, his hands, everything about him had her blood boiling, an unfamiliar ache growing within her.

"Please Roku," she whispered his name, unconsciously using his nickname and something about it enflamed his lust.

"Yes, now," positioning himself, Miroku entered her with in one stroke and moaned, her body tight and warm around him.

Kagome sighed, feeling for the first time completely fulfilled, until he started moving in a steady rhythm. The feelings he was evoking, the trembling of her body, her look of wonder added a glow to her features he was sure to never forget. Her passion increased, steadily building, sending her finally spiraling into a shocking climax that had her clutching at him, back arched and then she was melting onto the bed, gasping for breath and vaguely noting the gentle kisses placed along her neck.

It took her a moment and then she realized he'd stopped moving, and he was still within her, and he hadn't reached the same height she had. Insecurities returning in a rush, she raised tear-filled eyes to his.

"Y-You didn't...?"

"Oh god don't cry," Miroku leaned down and kissed her again. "I didn't reach it yet, no, I was kind of in awe watching you."

She flushed, he chuckled, "It was quite a sight."

She gave a low moan and turned her head away, eyes closed and praying her blush would die down. He laughed and rained kisses along her neck, shoulders, and face. "Don't be embarrassed, its incredibly arousing for a man to see the pleasure he brings a woman. Hell, I hand't realized exactly how arousing it was either so don't worry."

"But the whole point was for you to," Kagome sighed. "You know."

"I will," Miroku nipped her ear, "But now comes the challenging part."

"What is it?" Kagome asked

He moved, bringing a gasp from her lips again, "Seeing if I can do it again."

She looked up into his eyes then, her own open very wide, "That's not possible, I'm so..."

"Tired? Spent?" Miroku chuckled, "Therein lies the challenge."

Lips settling over hers, he started up his rhythm again, slowly. Kagome relished this second time, her hips moved beneath his, joining, gaining a moan from him. She felt powerful, feminine and even sexy. They built together, steadily increasing their pace, their kisses and caresses becoming more and more heated by the second. Reaching her peak, she cried out, screaming his name when he tensed with her and let go.

They returned to the world of the living moments later, a knocking on the roof shocking them both from the langor that had settled over them in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Kagome's grouchy neighbor, Mr. Totousai stomped his foot and yelled for them to keep it down, a giggle escaped her lips.

Miroku chuckled, their eyes met and they broke out into a fit laughter.

Rolling off her, he settled by her side on the bed, arms still holding her around her shoulders until their laughter died down. Looking down into the content smile on her lips, Miroku leaned down and brushed a kiss across them, pulling back to smile into her eyes. "Feeling ok?"

"Oh yes," Kagome reached up and touched his hair, which had come loose from his ponytail at some point. "Thank you."

"Don't," Miroku kissed her again, "No regrets?"

"No!" Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as he lay his head down on her bosom. "I'd never felt anything like that, never even imagined..."

Miroku curled up to her side, "I told you he was an idiot."

"Yeah, and I was an idiot to believe him," Kagome sighed, "But that's past, now I know better."

"Much better," Miroku kissed the spot above her heart, laying his head there, soothed by the steady beating.

"Are all male doctors such good lovers?" Kagome asked, "You know, since you do work with the human body all the time, you must know all the spots that are hypersensitive to the touch."

"I don't know, haven't slept with any to be honest," Miroku chuckled at her playful swat on his back, lifting his head to mock glare. "Careful brat, some people might find a spaking a turn on."

Kagome laughed, "Oh no, I'm too tired for more."

"Hmm..."

"...you wanna bet?"

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Welps, they've hooked up, the whole point was for them to get together and get her nocked up, so it had to happen sometime soon. I'm not telling when she'll get the baby though -evil laugh-

Thanks to all the folks who've reviewed!

Ja!