InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Extended Seduction ❯ Stupid Summer ( Chapter 2 )

Stupid Summer

 

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine; they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. The following story is for entertainment and not profit

 

 

Kagome's hands were still trembling from the adrenaline of her verbal war with the stupid hanyou. She couldn't even remember what had set her off. It was the heat. The summer had finally arrived and with the increase of temperature had come an increase in the frequency of their fights. `Stupid Inu Yasha. Stupid heat. Stupid summer.'

 

She had headed for what she thought would be the cooling shade of the trees, but found herself overwhelmed by the stifling heat that had become trapped beneath the leafy canopy. Her clothes felt damp and her skin was sticky with sweat. She needed to bathe; not only would it make her feel cleaner, but a good soak always improved her mood.

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`Slug demons! Why did it have to be slug demons?'

 

The mucus swollen pests seemed to invade his territory every summer, but this year they had been worse. The wetter-than-normal spring had increased their numbers, not to mention the stench of their slime. It had taken him three days to track down and destroy all that had dared to cross his borders and the unexpected heat had stripped almost all the enjoyment from the task. Now only the clean-up remained. The flesh of the slug youkia would decompose as quickly as that of any other demon, but, unfortunately, the odiferous slime he had become coated in would not. Only one thing would rid his pale skin and silvery hair of the disgusting mucus; he, Sesshomaru, would have to bathe.

* * * *

 

Kagome inhaled the cooler moist air and caught the sound of falling water as it wafted through a break in the trees. A waterfall. She had been hoping for a bath, a relaxing soak in a slow moving stream, but a refreshing shower would do just as nicely. As she neared the source of the sound, a strong demonic aura buffeted itself against her senses. Creeping forward cautiously, Kagome concealed herself in the bushes that lined the bank. Her heart skipped as she peered through the leafy branches.

 

`It has to be an illusion,' she told herself as her eyes remained riveted to the sight before her. `The summer heat has fried my brain.' She ran the flimsy excuse through her mind again and again. `It has to be an illusion.' Anything to calm her pounding pulse.

* * * *

 

`Only a demon could bathe in this river,' he thought as the icy water washed the sticky slime from his skin.

 

Upon finding the glacial stream, Sesshomaru had disrobed to wash his soiled clothing. When he could no longer smell the offensive slug mucus on them, he draped his garments over the lower branches of a tree to dry in the sun. Finding a sturdy rock beneath the falls, he had stepped into the frigid shower to clean the rest from himself. It only took moments for the demon slime to be washed from his person and down stream.

 

With the overpowering stench washed away, his senses picked up something they had missed earlier. He was not alone.

* * * *

 

She could still feel the sweet sting of his nails scrapping across her flesh as she writhed against him. She felt heat pool in the pit of her stomach as she recalled the seductive whisper of his voice in her ear and now, after months of dreaming about it, there he stood before her, flawless and bare.

 

Kagome let her eyes follow the rivulets of water that caressed his skin; down the curve of his cheek to the hollow of his throat, over the pale expanse of his chest to his muscular abdomen. She could barely breathe for the pounding in her chest as she allowed herself to follow the flowing water lower.

* * * *

 

Casually pulling his fingers through the heavy wet strands of his hair, Sesshomaru let his eyes scan the river bank in search of his intruder. `How could I be so careless?' he chided himself. `Stupid stinking slugs.'

 

It only took a moment for him to spot the crouching woman on the far side of the stream, her green pleated skirt and dark hair helping her blend into the underbrush. He realized that he should have recognized the familiar scent of his half brother's miko. Stretching his senses farther, he looked for any sign of her hanyou protector, but there was nothing. She was alone. He fought the urge to smile. `Stupid woman.'

* * * *

It was as if she had blinked. One second she had been admiring the youkia from a distance and the next she found herself pinned to the rough bark of a tree by his powerful naked body. Her pulse was racing and she knew that he could feel it, too.

 

“Did you see something you liked?” His voice was low and unhurried as his fingers released the wrist he had pinned above her head. Her mind clouded by his closeness, Kagome shook her head to clear the dreamy fog.

 

The heady scent of her fear and sexual arousal rose to fill his lungs, driving him to torment her once again, “Do you not find me attractive?”

 

A shiver raced up her spine as he leaned in to let the heat of his words caress the shell of her ear. “I…uh…” she fought with her brain to form words as the shimmering silver of his hair fell about her. `Stupid pretty hair.'

* * * *

She hadn't realized that Kagome had gotten so far from camp when she had volunteered to fetch her. Sango wiped the sweat from her brow as she continued her search for their wayward miko. As she neared the river she knew ran through the dense wood, she felt the distinct presence of a very powerful demon. “Please,” she whispered, “don't be near Kagome.”

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru heard the carefully placed footsteps of the demon huntress that traveled with his half-brother. Her approach was hurried, but stealthy. Inhaling the miko's pleasing scent, he moved so his lips were only inches from her own.

 

“I should kill you,” he whispered, pausing to taste the rise in her fear, “but…”

 

As he pulled away, Kagome searched her narrowed eyes for the rest of his words, but no sooner had she found his gaze then he was gone. Snapping her head in the direction of the opposite bank, she searched for the fluttering white silk of his drying clothes. They, too, were gone.

 

“Kagome,” the concerned voice of her friend broke through her racing thoughts, “are you alright?”

 

Reluctantly, she tore her eyes from the empty branches across the river, “Yeah. Fine.”

 

Sango eyed the other woman doubtfully, but could find no sign of injury on the distracted miko. “We should hurry back before the boys start to worry.”

 

Again Kagome agreed and allowed herself to be led back towards the camp. `Why did it have to be him?' She thought to herself. `Stupid heat. Stupid summer. Stupid pretty hair.'

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru watched from the top of the falls as the older woman led the miko away. “Stupid swollen slugs,” he muttered. “Stupid stinking slime. Stupid summer.”