InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Strangers In The Night ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: Mild Lemon warning!! I should have titled this chapter, `Lust' or maybe even `Desire'. Just to clarify, Inuyasha does not know that Kagome was the same girl from the mall. He wasn't paying attention to her face and he damn sure wasn't close enough to have scented her. On the home front, I might be relocating to Charlotte, NC in July. So during that time the updates maybe slow if at all. That being said; thanks for all of your continued reviews and support and enjoy, my friends.

 

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nya. All others belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 5

 

Strangers In The Night

 

`What am I doing here?' Kagome thought as she stared around the lobby area of what she knew was her office building.

 

For some reason, this place that she knew so well seemed different, cold-dangerous even. Walking slowly through the room, she stared to her left and her right, looking for someone, anyone that could or would tell her what was going on, but she found no one.

 

An eerie feeling came over her, like someone was watching her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Chill bumps rose up on her arms and the skin of her legs that weren't covered by the long, thin skirt that she wore. Kagome gasped as the temperature in the room dropped what she knew had to be more than ten degrees.

 

Wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to maintain her body temperature, she continued to walk down the hallway to her office. `Why do my footsteps sound so loud?' she thought, glancing down at her feet and the red pumps she wore.

 

`Red pumps… I don't own a pair of red pumps,' she thought absently.

 

Another chill ran through her, causing her to shiver and she froze. `Is…is someone here? Is someone watching me?' she thought, not wanting to believe what her mind was screaming at her.

 

“Hello! Is in anybody here?” she called, somehow already knowing the answer. “Sango, Rin!! Hello, anybody!” she called again.

 

She didn't know why she called for Rin, the only other female partner that worked at her firm. Kagome knew the woman was currently out on maternity leave and had been for the past 2 months. Besides, what help, if any, would she actually give her?

 

Quickening her steps as the door to her office came into view, Kagome exhaled. `Thank god,' she thought dramatically as she reached for the handle, but froze before she could turn it.

 

She could feel eyes boring into the back of her head. She didn't want to look back; she didn't want to acknowledge whoever it was because she was quite sure that the person had no business being there.

 

Of its own accord, her head turned slowly.

 

There he was at the end of the corridor, staring at her. There he was with his unnaturally white hair, those two little ears on top of his head, and his tanned skin.

 

`What is he doing here? Why is he here?'

 

Unable to look away, she frantically twisted the knob on her office door, but it wouldn't budge.

 

Terror gripped her and held her like a lover's embrace. Looking around, she backed away from the door and started walking backwards down the hallway.

 

“What do you want? Who are you?” she yelled.

 

He didn't reply, instead he took a few steps towards her and smiled almost menacingly.

 

Kagome turned and ran at full speed down the hall, but, the harder and the faster she ran, the longer the hall became. `What's going on? Why is this happening to me?' she thought, her mind filled with fear.

 

She could feel him drawing closer, could almost feel his breath on her neck, and then she hit a wall that she knew wasn't there a second ago.

 

There was no place for her to go, no doors for her to try, and nowhere for her to hide. It was just the two of them and the air in between and around them.

 

“Please just leave me alone. I'm…I'm sorry I caused you to almost wreck your motorcycle! I'm sorry I yelled at you! Please just…just leave me alone!” she shouted desperately.

 

He paid her no mind as he slowly and methodically approached her, his arms out at his sides, so that his claws dragged ever so slowly across the walls to either side of him.

 

Once again, Kagome found herself unable to look away. His broad chest mesmerized her. The way his legs twisted outwardly ever so slightly as he walked hypnotized her, causing her supple, dry lips to part as she inhaled, slowly taking in everything about this strange toxic being.

 

`I still can't see his eyes. Why the hell can't I see his eyes?'

 

He was right on her, so close that one more step would have him practically on top of her.

 

“S-stay away,” she mumbled. But, in her heart she knew she wanted him to come closer, to touch her. `What's wrong with me? Why…'

 

Her words died on her lips, as his hand came up and gently caressed her cheek.

 

“What are you doing?” she asked in disbelief.

 

His lips curled into the same mischievous smirk from earlier, and then, before she had time to react, he quickly covered her mouth with his own.

 

Kagome didn't know what to think. What was he doing? Why was he kissing her?

 

She pushed against him, but, the more she fought, the closer he pressed against her. The heat of his body pressed firmly against hers caused all common sense to evaporate. She felt his tongue slip into her mouth; it was sweet, soft, hot, and too damn inviting.

 

Kagome moaned and leaned into his touch, giving in to him willingly. The fear that she had been feeling was replaced by unrestrained desire. It was a yearning…a craving unlike anything she had ever felt. She wanted this stranger…this demon…this dangerous, exotic, inebriating person to take her any and every way he saw fit.

 

Pulling away from him effortlessly, she shook her head slowly in a negative fashion, clearly telling him no…but her body, her nether region was slick with juices of wanton lust, desire.

 

Grabbing both her hands, he aggressively pinned them over her head as he closed in on her lips once more. He forced her legs apart with his knee while his lips traveled over to her ear and then down her neck, where he bit her gently, repeatedly.

 

Kagome allowed her head to lean lazily to the side as another moan escaped her. She felt his free hand travel down to her waist, but she was too weak to stop him. The only thing she knew at this moment was that this man was giving her what she had needed for so long.

 

His hand slid gently up between her thighs as his claws glided sensually over her tender flesh, sending her spiraling over the edge into an oasis she welcomed.

 

As she tried to lose herself in the feeling of ecstasy that was slowly descending over her, Kagome thought haphazardly, `Why don't I have…panties on?'

 

All thoughts died instantly as the first of his fingersslid across her slick nest, then gently…slowly invaded her feminine canal.

 

“Pl…please,” she moaned as her hips gyrated against his hand, begging him to continue. She wasn't sure what had come over her or why she was allowing him to do these intimate things to her, but she knew with every fiber of her body that she desperately wanted it…needed it.

 

She felt him insert another finger and another one as he found the perfect rhythm, inciting electrical shocks within her that traveled throughout her body, beginning in her abdomen and spreading outward.

 

He plucked at her womanhood, toyed with her g-spot, pushed her to the brink and then pulled her right back.

 

Kagome felt like she was losing her mind…like she was delirious with this unbelievable feeling of euphoria. “Oh God, please!” she begged, throwing her head back and arching her breasts towards him.

 

She gyrated hard against his hand, wanting, needing, and demanding the end she desired.

 

His lips found hers again and she sucked on his tongue possessively…aggressively, while she tried to sink her nails into the back of his leather jacket.

 

She was silently demanding he give her everything she deserved, everything that she had been denied.

 

Her body shook uncontrollably as tremor after tremor rocked her to her very core, causing her to scream out in agony drenched pleasure, “Please, God please! Yes, yes, yes!”

 

As her orgasm died down, she watched through fog-hazed eyes as he stepped back away from her, a gloatingly boastful smirk on his face.

 

Lifting the fingers of the hand that had just been buried within her to his lips, he slowly sucked her juices free from each one.

 

Kagome panted breathlessly and blinked a few times as she collapsed weakly to her knees. It was like a dream… It had to be a dream because the moment she looked up, he was gone.

 

“No, don't go!” she screamed as she sat up on her bed, breathing hard.

 

Shaking her head, she looked around the room and realized immediately that it was all a fucking dream, just a dream and nothing more.

 

Feeling the wetness pooling between her legs, Kagome ran her fingers gently over the slits of her secret passage and sighed dejectedly, `It was a wet dream. I had a wet dream about a stranger on a motorcycle, who I almost killed.' Pulling the covers up around her waist, she stared out her bedroom window and wondered for the umpteenth time that night, `Who was he and why am I still thinking about him?'

 

After she left the scene of the earth-moving encounter, she came straight home. Once she had parked in the secure covered garage, she got in the elevator that would take her to her floor, but as she pushed the button her heart almost stopped.

 

She could've sworn that she heard someone revving their engine outside and, if she knew the difference between a motorcycle and a car engine, which she did, she was sure that it was definitely a motorcycle.

 

At the time, just the thought that he may have followed her scared the wretched hell out of her. But, as she opened and closed her apartment door, locking it behind her, she couldn't help the intoxicatingly arousing feeling that came over her as well.

 

Even now, thinking back to that made her feel stimulated and stupid all at the same time. How could she let a stranger that she knew absolutely nothing about invade her mind and her body in such away?

 

After cleaning herself off with a Kleenex, Kagome laid back down and pulled her covers up around her neck.

 

Staring out the window at the bright moon, she thought sadly, `It's better this way. I'll dream about him and maybe think about him every now and again…as long as I don't know him and he doesn't know me, there's no way that he can hurt me.'

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Walking through the door of his condo, Inuyasha tossed his keys on the counter and shook off his leather jacket. Laying it over the back of the nearest chair, he tried to keep himself from thinking about the woman that he'd almost collided with, but found it was like pulling teeth from a toothless man. It just wasn't happening.

 

Initially, he'd been pissed that she'd almost caused him to wreck and then had the audacity to yell at him like it was his fault. His mind told him to call her every fucking name in the book, but he couldn't for some reason.

 

He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but then he heard her lock her doors as if she thought he was going to do something to her. At that moment, he thought about jumping off his bike and pretending he was going to attack her, just for the hell of it of course.

 

Then it happened; her scent changed from anger to arousal. It was the damnedest thing really.

 

He'd been wondering why she was staring at him, which caused him to immediately think that she was mentally belittling him or making fun of him because he was a hanyou…but her scent… Gods, her scent bespoke of someone in heat and he knew that it was directed at him because they were the only two people there.

 

It was so fucking mesmerizing…so overwhelming that, for a moment there; he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing.

 

For a very brief, delicious second, he wanted to bend her over his bike and take her right then and there. No questions asked, no names given, no words spoken, he just wanted her like he'd never wanted anyone in his whole god damn life.

 

He didn't care that it would make him appear no better than the slut he'd just fucked. For one moment inside her, he'd be that.

 

`What the fuck was that about?' he thought, still trying to act as if it hadn't happened…as if he hadn't felt a connection with the loud mouthed bitch.

 

Her scent called to him, suffocated him, clogged his nostrils so much so that, even after he'd driven off, it forced him to double back which was the weirdest part of the night.

 

Inuyasha wasn't sure what he would say or do had she still been there and thank god she wasn't.

 

As he neared the scene of the almost accident, the hanyou pulled over just in time to watch her drive away and, just like the crazy ass stalker which he knew he wasn't, he was on her tail.

 

The entire time, he kept asking himself, “What the hell am I doing? Why am I following this bitch?” And each time the answer came to him on the wind. It was her scent; that sweet, spicy, and exhilarating aroma.

 

He'd never smelt anything like it in all the years that he'd been living, and, for some reason, he was quite sure that he never would again.

 

He'd watched from a block away as she pulled into the garage of her condo complex. At that moment, he openly laughed at himself. How the hell could a strange woman that was probably running home to her husband and children capture his senses in such away?

 

His senses hadn't even been this in tune with Kikyo, and that was saying a lot.

 

After giving her a few minutes to get inside, he then pulled up to the entrance of the garage and revved his engine. Why he did that, he hadn't a clue. Maybe subconsciously he wanted her to know he was there, or maybe, just maybe, he wanted to scare the living shit out of her.

 

After that little incident, one would think that he would've gone home, but he didn't. Instead he parked his bike and followed her scent up the stairs to her door.

 

Standing there staring at the gold numbers, 2325, that stared back at him, Inuyasha felt like nothing less than a predator.

 

The feeling that came over him was, quite honestly, inexplicable. How could her scent cast such a spell on him? It was like a banshee calling him to his death and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to resist it.

 

Don't get him wrong, he didn't want a relationship. He just wanted, needed-desperately needed-to fuck her…to be near her or, better yet, in her.

 

Sure, this sounded rather crude, but he was half Inu youkai; scent was what they lived and died by. It was what they trusted more than sight itself.

 

After standing there for more than a few minutes, breathing in the remnants of her scent and feeling like a perverted freak, Inuyasha finally left, hence his reason for getting back home after one o'clock in the morning.

 

The hanyou still couldn't believe that he'd done that. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd never done anything even remotely similar with any of the few women that he dated before Kikyo. And to top it off, hadn't he just sworn off women of all color, creed, and shape?

 

`I'm losing my fucking mind,' he thought, pulling off his sweater and tossing it on the floor.

 

Kicking off his boots, he then unfastened his belt and unbuckled his jeans. `Who is she?' he wondered again, for the millionth time, as he slouched down on the couch, his head hung low.

 

Shaking his head, the hanyou stood to his feet quickly and tried to shake off the memory of the woman whose face refused to leave his mind.

 

`I don't give a shit about her or who she is. I just want to bottle up her scent, that's all. It's just her fucking scent that I need, fuck who she is!' he thought trying to make himself believe that there was nothing else about her that he found even remotely enticing.

 

It damn sure wasn't her perfectly defined face or the lovely shade of chocolate brown that stared back at him. He was god damn sure it wasn't the way her supple, perfect lips pouted just before she screamed at him. Nope, it couldn't be any of this that had him craving a fucking stranger.

 

`It's just her scent, that's all.'

 

Inuyasha thought about going into his room, but he quickly remembered the whore he'd screwed earlier that night. No, he definitely wasn't going back in there until the maid had a chance to fumigate it.

 

Turning on his heels, he went into the closest guest room and laid down.

 

Come to think about, he didn't know why he had two guest rooms; it wasn't like he had family or friends that came over to stay.

 

He'd been thinking about turning it into an office, but then he put it off because, after the wedding, Kikyo was supposed to be moving in. He figured he'd just let her handle it.

 

Inuyasha's thoughts stopped immediately. What had just happened there? Did he just think about Kikyo and not think cunt, trick, bitch, slut or whore?

 

`What the hell is going on?' he thought, staring up at the ceiling.

 

Running his hand down his bare chest, he told himself to not think about her at all, and just like that his mind was filled with thoughts of the woman with the all too damn intoxicating aroma.

 

Honestly, the hanyou didn't want to think about her either, but she was the lesser of two evils, wasn't she?

 

She wasn't the one that hurt him. She hadn't tricked him into marrying her and she damn sure hadn't made a fool of him in front of 200 people, including the Paparazzi.

 

Hell, he didn't even know her name or what she did. What harm could be done if he spent a few minutes thinking about her? What would it hurt if he took a few moments here and there imagining her bent over in various, mind-blowing positions?

 

It's not like she knew him or had weaseled her way into his life or something. She was just a stranger, a nameless, sweet smelling stranger that had unknowingly dragged him all the way to the other side of town by his dick.

 

There was no possible way that she could hurt…betray him because she didn't know that he existed.

 

Inuyasha rolled over onto his side and sighed contentedly for the first time in five months. As he drifted off to sleep, he had no idea that, for the first time in ages, he would have no dreams of betrayal. Instead, he would dream only of her. The women he didn't know, but, subconsciously, desperately needed to know.

 

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

 

Next Chapter: Sessions for the Heart

 

Acknowledgements:

 

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