InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Not ❯ Forget Me Not ( One-Shot )

A/N: This was for the Secret Santa on InuHolidays; Kikyou/Kagome Soulcest with the prompt being Need. For only my second yuri, I think it's pretty good. The person whom received it seemed to like it, hope you all do too. Fic-polish courtesy of Kira. Thanks for reading!

Forget Me Not

I knew you would come. It was only a matter of time.

Did you cry? Scream at him when he fixed his eyes on you with disappointment? Though you bear the majority of the burden that is my soul, you are not me. You don't have my mannerisms, my grace; my touch. And, as much as you and I are the same, you will never hold his heart the way I did while mine was still beating.

You stare at me with those pitiful dark eyes so much like mine. Did you come seeking a lesson? How to be what you once were in a past life? Have you no memory, no connection to my pained existence other than the love you possess for that which was once mine?

You sicken me and, yet, this desire of mine grows to approach you, to take your hand into mine and feel its warmth. To hold you in my clay arms and feel the press of my touch against your supple flesh, to remember what it was to be swathed in its fragile shelter. If you put your hands on my body, I might be able to remember what it was like to feel anything at all, besides dread and anger. Yes, make me remember all but those. You are my precious distraction.

I expected little resistance and am pleased to be met with none as I pull your otherworldly garments from your body; your skin so pale in the glimmer of the moonlight, so familiar… so real. I am but a shell, a vessel containing mere fragments of life. These pieces are disjointed; many are missing, what is whole filled with little more than nothingness. Loneliness and sorrow.

Quid pro quo—I'll give you what you need if you return the favor forthright. Our shared want will be met this night as I lay with you in the dewy grass, watching you squirm at the way its cool blades tickle your skin, some invasively sneaking between the cheeks of your deliciously round rump. My future body is a lovely one. Soft skin, petite curves. I was always a work of art. It's a shame I was still so shy in life. I could have had so much more with InuYasha for so much longer. If you can mimic my ways well enough, you may get to have what I never did; a happy life.

Your caress, of course, will be warm. I know my fingers chill your skin when I touch you, but the movement, the stylization is true to my form while I lived. My fingertips graze a nipple and your breath hitches audibly in your throat. Gasps mingle with shudders as I trade my fingers for my mouth, lapping at the little bud erecting, circling it with my tongue.

I would be lying if I were to say I don't recognize the taste of your skin. Do you know what I mean, Kagome? Have you ever practiced by yourself? Let your fingers slide down between that second set of lips we women possess and touch the little nub that hides between them, just waiting to be rubbed until you can't contain your squeals? Tried to see if you can reach your nipple with you own mouth? I know you have. You dirty little girl, you and I are not so different.

My kisses trace the curve of your breast, my tongue tasting the valley between the fleshy hills of your bosom before flicking down your sternum to your tight stomach. Running around the feudal era, chasing our shared nemesis has made you quite fit, has it not? I would hope your spiritual powers hasten such fitness if you intend to even approach my abilities in combat. I wonder if dear Onigumo has developed any designs on you as he had for me. The true wonder is how easily Naraku can slip into my consciousness, even while the heat of your essence emanates from my destination; the place between your thighs, so familiar and, yet, so strange to see from this angle. I'm met with another delectable gasp as I part your wet folds and touch with regrettably cold fingers the treasure hidden among them.

The way you arch and dip, I can tell these sensations are not unfamiliar. Practiced with a friend, have we? You and the demon slayer, I suppose. It doesn't necessarily ease the trembles of that first time anxiety just because you have tried it before with someone close to you. Believe me, I know. Even with the naughty Tsubaki, I only learned so much.

Again, it would be a lie to say I know not this perfume, this taste, as I remember it well when it graced my senses via InuYasha's kiss, or perhaps his finger in my mouth. Do you like this? Is it not the best wrong, the most exhilarating self-fuck you've ever experienced? I'll make you cum, just once. You'll never be able to touch yourself again; not without thinking of me. Of us, of this shameful submission.

You even sound like I did, when InuYasha's dog-like lapping was so intolerably wonderful. When those tingles ran all over, setting every nerve ablaze, and I moaned and jerked, like you are doing now. I'll crawl up your shuddering figure, like an animal, and pant with you while the aftershocks of orgasm continue to rattle your body.

Kiss me. Open these self-tasting lips with your tongue and recite your lesson. I'm sure you realize practicing with your friend is not going to help you much where InuYasha is concerned, though that doesn't make it any less fun. But if you pay close enough attention to what I'm doing, you'll be able to grasp my typical repertoire. How I move, lick, touch. Granted, I am incomparable when it comes to the sweet little hanyou's heart. But now you have a better chance of at least playing your part in the masquerade, getting him to cum like you should.

Prove to me my efforts were not in vain, fight the urge to recoil at my stiff coldness and graveyard stench and kiss down my body; touch me like a memory. And, Sweetheart, if you can get this mockery of a woman to climax, then that is just a bonus.