InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ In The Pink ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Wish I did, but I don't.

 

A/N: A sequel (sort of) to the ribald conversation between our hanyou and our houshi which debuted in `Hot Pink'. Special thanks to Butteryasha and his dialogue suggestions.

 

Written for the 500-words or less `Pink' Quickie Challenge, February 2008, on InuErotica.

 

Warnings: Mild suggestion of non-con (okay, you have to squint to see it, but still) and Inuyasha's potty mouth.

 

 

In the Pink

 

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You wanna know when I started likin' pink? Keh. Remember the day when you asked Kagome why she looked like she'd been `sat,' because her hair was full of leaves an' grass?

 

You guys had gone on ahead lookin' for an inn to exorcise while she was bitchin' at me about something. She'd worked herself up a good head of steam when I glanced at her like I always do when she's rantin', just so it looks like I'm payin' attention. Meanwhile, I checked out her flushed pink cheeks and her heaving breasts… gods, her nipples go so hard under her shirt… and I had my usual insta-boner.

 

When I got a noseful of her arousal, though, this time somethin' inside me kinda broke. Not much difference, scent-wise, between fightin' and fuckin'… oi. Right now my `sword' is gettin' more action than your `staff', so who's the expert, asshole?

 

Anyways, when all my blood headed south faster than a retreating wolf youkai, I sorta glazed over. Kagome got even more pissed and instantly went for the `sit', but instead I filled her hot little mouth with my tongue while I pinned the rest of her to the ground.

 

Fuck, she looked so beautiful laid out beneath me, her hair spread wide, her eyes this big as I kissed her until we both couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure if she was into it, because she dug her fingers into my shoulders like she was gonna push me away. Kagome's real skittish about kissin' and shit; Naraku doesn't scare her, but me tryin' to kiss her? Major freak out.

 

Her scent was bouncing wildly between `turned on' and `scared spitless', so I waited for her to pick one. Hell, I wanted her, bad, but I wasn't gonna force her. My arms started cramping and I pushed up a little to stretch `em; she must have thought I was gonna leave and made up her mind real quick. She let out this tiny whimpering growl… yeah, she growled at me; it was cute… and kissed me back, kinda nervous-like. I tried to be gentle, but after what felt like fucking forever she finally let me back into her mouth. She squeaked and tensed up when I moved her legs apart, but I stopped myself from ripping off her clothes… barely… and kissed her some more until neither of my heads could think straight.

 

When she rolled her hips, probably because her back hurt, I nearly lost control, and then I did lose it when she innocently bared her throat. Her skirt was off and I was inside her so fast and so deep that we were both stunned by how easy it was. Fuck… she was so slick and tight that I couldn't hang on long enough to make sure she got something out of it besides grass stains.

 

Made it up to her the next time, though… aw, shit. Look sharp… the girls are headin' back this way…

 

(496 words)

 

~tbc