InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Where We Left Off ( Chapter 54 )

A/N: As always all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness!! Lemon warning!!! In my opinion anyone under seventeen shouldn't read anything after the first section of this chapter. You have been warned!! This is a long one, so go ahead and settle in. You guys-all of you-are officially and indisputably nuts!! I had no idea that the last chapter would get you all so wound up…lol. Seriously, I didn't!! Anyway, settle down, it's all good. That said, thanks for reviewing and enjoy!! And as always a special thanks to the beta of all betas, Neko!!

Why did it take me so long to update this chapter? Well, I got tired of reading it and re-reading it, and re-re-reading, and I went on vacation. I won't ask for any forgiveness or anything, because I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I do want to say thanks for being patient to some of you (lol)!!!

PS: This chapter is too long to expect no errors, so expect some.

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Chapter 54

Where We Left Off

Heat, fire, unrelenting flames burned through his veins charring his insides, but this was okay. If he was going to die here, then so be it.

Heated hands on the sides of his face…

The feel of her warm skin beneath his clawed hands…

The smell of her, invading every inch of his body, his soul…

Yeah, definitely worth it, he thought happily as her grip tightened on him, pulling him closer as if such a thing was even possible.

He continued to devour her mouth, only allowing his lips to slip momentarily down the line of her neck to her shoulder blade and back up again. The taste of her on his tongue was sweet and sour; it was delicious.

His hand that wasn't cradling her butt, slipped down her side to the ends of her oversized shirt, and then beneath it.

His nimble palm found its way over her soft skin, his claws creating slow circles as it made its way to her succulent breast. He ran the pad of his thumb over her protruding nipple, and then pinched it tenderly as he pulled at it, causing her to shiver and arch towards him, her head falling back submitting to him…to his will.

A growl of approval rumbled up through his throat as his head dipped low, his fangs raking across the soft skin of her neck, while his tongue slowly…methodically tasted every inch.

He wanted her, he needed her, desired her so badly that it hurt just about as bad as it did when Rin had touched him, and for the briefest of moments, he allowed his mind to wonder in that direction.

The pain that I feel, it's not because she repulses me, it's because I need…I have to have her. Does that mean… Could that mean…?

She rocked against him, her hips undulating slowly in a circular motion into his, and his thoughts ended instantaneously.

He stepped forward, flattening whatever he was standing on so that her legs that were wrapped around his waist were balanced on them, her back flush against the wall in front him. His hand slipped from her butt, down the outside of her thigh and dipped up into the front of the short-shorts she was wearing.

His fingers found her nest quickly. The heat of it burned his digits, leaving them slick as they danced expertly across her slit.

“Kagome,” he hissed softly in her ear, his head resting gingerly against the side of hers, as she continued to nibble at the side of his neck, her hand running smoothly over the skin of his muscled back. “I need you…now,” he finished breathlessly, a solitary finger delving deep into her cave.

She rocked against it, as she responded incoherently, “Nee…now.”

One finger exited, two entered her again and the wetness called his name, whispered promises that he knew would not be broken, and begged him to take her with as much fervor and passion as he could muster.

This was good and right, and she was his; it didn't matter what any damnable voice said. She…Kagome was his. He knew that with every fiber of his being; she was his.

“Now, Inuyasha, now,” she begged softly, her head leaning away from him as her eyes closed and she rocked down on his fingers. “Now, please.”

He growled again, as he leaned back away from her, his fingers that weren't buried deep inside her going to his belt buckle and loosening it quickly. His zipper came down and her hand pushed his out of the way as if he was moving a little too slow. She grabbed his member gently yet possessively as if she owned it-if only she knew that she did.

His lips descended on hers again in a kiss that was filled with so much lust, desire, want and fire that he thought if he ever experienced anything like this again, it would be a sign that he was surely dying.

Her hand locked around his shaft, rolled up the length of him, and the pad of her thumb run over the slick sticky substance that was already leaking out of him and he shuddered.

“I want to taste it,” she whispered softly, earnestly. “I want to taste you, Inuyasha.”

His knees turned to instant jello and he almost dropped them both to the ground, but he was somehow able to hold on just a little longer. “Your room, where?” he questioned quietly while pulling slightly away so that he was gazing down into her beautiful exotic eyes that he'd missed entirely too much.

“Upstairs… Pink curtains, but we can't go in through…” she started breathlessly only to cut herself off as she closed in on his swollen lips again.

The hanyou lost his train of thought and greedily took what she offered. His mind was stuck so far away in a world that consisted totally of her and him and nothing else that by the time he'd heard the voice, they'd already been caught.

“Kagome, what are y…ou?” a gentle voice questioned from a few feet away.

Inuyasha didn't need to look to see it was her mother, because Kagome went rigid in his embrace; her inner walls clenching around his fingers as if they were trying to pull the skin off. He buried his face in the side of neck away from her mother and cursed his impatience as he heard Kagome stutter quietly, “Oh, Mom, hi. Meet Inuyasha.”

The hanyou groaned and squeezed her ass tightly with the hand he was previously using to pull off her shorts. He leaned back slowly, his face beet red. He tried to keep the chagrin off his face as he turned to look at the woman. “Uh, hi,” he offered with a slight nod of his head, “I would shake your hand but…”

Kagome slapped him roughly on the back, her cheeks darkening even more. He turned his attention back to her mom just in time to see the woman's entire face go from red to blood red with just a hint of scarlet before she turned her head away and damn near ordered, “Kagome come inside, and bring him with you!”

Watching the woman stalk quickly away, Inuyasha chuckled softly, and told Kagome, “You're in so much trouble. How dare you be out here in the middle of the night letting some dirty hanyou sully you?”

“Inuyasha, this isn't funny! My mom almost caught us ab-” She stopped and looked at him finally understanding the rest of his statement. “There's nothing dirty about you,” she declared sternly, “And I'm grown. If I want to be humped on the side of my mother's house, then it's my decision!”

He tried to keep a straight face, he really did, but the longer he tried the harder it became. Eventually, he found himself just outright laughing at her indignant comment.

“It's not funny,” she hissed while trying to push away from him.

He was still laughing so hard that she found herself still pressed firmly between him and the side of the house. His head was lying on her shoulder as his shoulders rose spasmodically up and down, his chuckles dying down only to escalate again and again.

She slapped at his back and his shoulder angrily, unable to find any humor in their current state of affairs. “Put me down, idiot! Put me down now!” she bit out pushing against him.

The hanyou had heard her, but he needed to get this out before he even attempted to face her mother and the disapproving glares she was sure to throw their way. He wiggled his fingers and she stilled momentarily as if she'd forgotten that his fingers were still buried to the hilt inside of her.

A moan slipped from her and she rocked partially against them, before she realized what she was doing and pushed against him again. “Gods, sometime I just hate you!” she huffed, not sounding half as angry as she should have.

Inuyasha pushed back, his fingers slipping out of her, but he didn't step away from her; she was still pinned against the wall. He frowned in thought as he stared at her without so much as saying a word.

The hanyou figured she must have understood his unspoken question, because a second later, her hands were on his cheeks caressing them, her thumbs running lightly across his lips. She then leaned in kissing him softly once, twice, three times. Each one was longer and more indulgent than the last until they were locked in another passionate embrace.

The seconds dripped by slowly before Kagome pulled back, seeming to have just realized something. “Inuyasha, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Tokyo with Sesshomaru. I just talked to you; you were with him.”

He grinned sheepishly, as he reluctantly stepped back and set her down on the ground in front of him. “Would you believe me if I said family portraits?” he queried as he zipped up his jeans and refastened his belt.

She glared up at him while adjusting her attire. “Explain, because I didn't know anything about you coming to Kyoto. Were you trying to sneak up on me to see if I was cheating on you or something?”

Noticing that she was done straightening out her clothing, he glanced down and realized for the first time that they were standing in the middle of a garden. Taking one giant step out of it, he reached back and picked her up, setting her down in front of him again. “Well, you see it's a long story. But the gist of it is no, I didn't come here to spy on you. Hell, I didn't know we were coming to Kyoto until the plane was making its final decent. I thought we were going to Okinawa. Rin and Sesshomaru knew, but they figured if they told me ahead of time, I wouldn't have come.”

“Why not? And why didn't you tell me that you were going out of town?” she questioned, but before he could answer she added, “I tell you everywhere I'm going and you couldn't even tell me you were going out of town to take family portraits? There sure seems to be a lot of double standards going on here.” She said the last part like she didn't believe him as she started to turn and walk away.

He grabbed her arm quickly and pulled her back to him so that they were standing breasts to chest. “Look, I'm not lying to you. Over the past couple of days some things have been going on that I can't explain right now, but I will explain it to you eventually, okay? I promise, I will, but I have to make sure that I understand it first. Second-“

She cut him off, “Was there a first?”

He rolled his eyes and kissed his teeth in an exasperated manner and continued, refusing to let her deter him from his explanation, “Second, I didn't know about the trip until late yesterday and we left this morning first thing. I'm really sorry I didn't call you, but my cell phone was off during the flight, and the one time that I did see that you called, my arms were filled with Rin and the pup's luggage.”

She looked at him skeptically, and he sighed dejectedly, his shoulders slouching forward. “I swear, Jaded One, I wasn't doing anything wrong.”

“It's not nice to swear,” she mumbled pushing him in the center of his chest. “And I'm not the only jaded one here.”

One eyebrow rose higher than the other as he questioned, “Did you just push me?”

“I'm furious with you, don't think I'm not! You should just be glad I haven't done more than that,” she snapped, her arms coming up to cross beneath her full breasts.

The hanyou looked like he'd just been kicked in the face. This wasn't making any sense. She was mad at him and she just let him almost screw her? Wait, did this mean that there was a possibility that he wasn't going to get any?

“But you…You… We almost… We were about to… You can't change your mind now!”

“That's sex, but it doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you, Takahashi” she clarified, her hands dropping to her sides. “You had me thinking that you didn't want… Like you didn't…” She huffed and snapped, “You don't want to know what I was thinking!”

He knew exactly what she'd been thinking, but that didn't mean that he was going to bringing it up. “Your imagination was getting the best of you, was it?”

She rolled her eyes, but didn't respond.

He could live with that, he really could and he would. The hanyou stepped towards her quickly and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Are you still `the girlfriend,' or do I need to call up that girl from the café down the street from your house?”

Kagome grabbed the nearest piece of his flesh she could reach between her right forefinger and thumb, pinching and twisting it mightily.

“Ow,” the hanyou growled releasing her, but she didn't let go of the flesh, she held onto it as she stepped closer to him.

“You're mine, do you understand me? You and your thingy belong to me, okay? Higurashi Kagome, say it!” she demanded twisting the patch of skin roughly.

He glared at her, but he didn't fight out of her hold even though he knew he could. There was something primal in her actions and the way she was making sure that he knew where home was.

“You're nuts,” he hissed, his knees bending purposefully to give her a better grip on his side. I'm definitely a glutton for punishment.

She leaned into him so that her face was a breath away. “We all know that, and if I remember correctly that's what you love about me, isn't it? Now say it, my mom is waiting!”

…that's what you love about me, he couldn't help repeating silently. It warmed him and made his heart just a little lighter. Did he love her? Is that what it was? Is that why he'd come here tonight knowing-at the time-that it would be the death of him? Is that what all this mess meant?

“Fine,” he hissed.

“Not good enough!”

“Okay, okay,” he growled urgently, “Me and my thingy are the property of Higurashi Kagome. Now, stop pinching me, damn it!”

“Kagome, Inuyasha get in here,” he heard her mom shout, and the wicked witch finally let go of his tenderized flesh.

He scowled at her hoping, she couldn't see the big grin he was trying to hide as he rubbed at the area gently. He stood stock still for a moment just watching her hips sway to the right and then to the left and he almost forgot everything that had happened in the last 48 hours.

What does this mean? She can touch me and it doesn't hurt. She can drive me to my fucking knees and pick me up again without so much as touching me. Without her…without her I felt like I was seriously on the verge of losing it, but now it's like it didn't even happen. It's like she just made it all go away.

When he'd left the hotel earlier that night, his intention was not to come here, he was just going to run through the city take in couple of sights and go back to the room. At least that's what he told himself he was going to do.

But as soon as the night air hit him, he was damn near flying; every thought in his head was of her. The sound of her voice so broken on the phone, the knowledge that she actually thought that he was capable of cheating on her, and the fear that this thing inside of him was going keep them apart.

That last thought was what he supposed did it. It had him running at top speed in the direction of town that he knew she was staying in. He didn't know exactly where the shrine was located, but he knew the address and he knew her scent like he knew his own. He knew he'd find her.

His purpose was not to grope her, but to just prove to this beast inside of him the he was in charge. He supposed that he'd proved that with the first touch to her wrist when he pulled her out the door.

He was scared out of his find mind that he was going to feel some kind of pain or something untoward, but all he felt was need, desire, lust to just be near her…in here…with her. Yes, there was burning and fire and everything else that went along with passion, but that pain that he'd felt with Rin was nowhere in sight.

He knew that once that fact had been proven, he could've stopped, but he'd also overheard a few of the things that she said to her mother and brother about not wanting to be with him anymore, and that knowledge almost blinded him and sent him crashing to his knees.

So no, once he had his hands on her, he was not going to let her go until he was sure that she'd never be too far away…too unreachable again. He wasn't going to let her go until he was sure that she was still `the girlfriend'…she was still his girlfriend.

Is she the one? Is she the one it chose? Is she my…

“Takahashi, come-”she started to say, breaking into his musings. She glanced down at the area he was rubbing, an apologetic look on her face and he decided quickly that he'd ride this cart till the wheels fell off.

“Ow,” he murmured, his head dropping forward slightly, his eyes sad.

She sighed and turned to face him. “You're such a baby,” she quipped teasingly while holding out her hand to him. “I guy can tear your chest open with knife and you barely flinch, but you can't take a pinch?”

He didn't move and didn't respond, but his head did drop just a little lower.

She sighed again, heavier this time. “Come on, I'll kiss it for you later, I promise,” she told him in a patronizing tone, but he didn't care because a promise was a promise.

Her fingers moved hypnotizing, calling him to her and he couldn't help but to think that he was being called to his death. Even knowing that, he moved smoothly towards her, interlacing his fingers with her own as soon as he was close enough. She pulled him forward and towards the front door and he followed helplessly.

“Remember, you promised to kiss it,” he whispered cheekily as she stepped over the threshold in front of him.

“And if my mom doesn't kill us both, I'll keep my promise,” she whispered still holding tightly to his clawed hand.

He felt her shaking nervously and for the first time he realized that through all of her bravado she was seriously scared or at the very least nervous. His mood changed quickly, taking on a stern no nonsense façade. He'd be damned if he let anyone, even her mother, talk down to her or make her feel bad for doing what they were about to do.

Everyone hates me eventually, right? What's one more person, he told himself, closing the distance between them as they came to a stop in the doorway to what had to be the living room.

It was a small room for a living room; about the size of his bedroom, he would've guessed, decorated very quaintly. There was a dark green couch against one wall, which is where her mother sat staring at the two of them, and two plush chairs sitting across from the sofa with a table between them. A younger guy about the age of 17, he deduced, was sitting in one of those, his arms crossed over his t-shirt clad chest and a smirk on his face.

Souta, her brother, he presumed quickly, his eyes locked on the young man's face.

Is that little shit smirking? He is fucking smirking! He told!

“Have a seat,” the older woman ordered quietly, her eyes trained on Kagome.

Inuyasha moved towards the chair pulling Kagome behind him, but she moved towards the couch that her mother was sitting on, pulling him in that direction. They both stopped and looked back at each other, neither saying a thing and neither letting the other's hand go.

Souta cleared his throat noisily, but Inuyasha knew that it was to cover up a laugh.

He forced himself not to snarl at the boy, because he'd protected Kagome when he couldn't. Even still, the boy was starting the get on his very last, already irked, nerve.

Inuyasha tugged lightly, pulling Kagome to him and spun, sitting in the chair across from her mom, and a foot or so down from the little shit.

Kagome looked up at him and blushed.

He knew she wanted out of his lap because her mother was here and for half of a second he thought about ignoring her. Deciding quickly that this was indeed her family and perhaps he should respect them or at the very least pretend to until they did or said something to Kagome that pissed him off, he reluctantly released her. She slid to the arm of the chair that he was sitting in, her hand still interlaced with his.

Four pairs of eyes stared at one another quietly, no one saying anything.

Inuyasha could only imagine what was going through her mother's head. She was probably thinking about how disrespectful it was for him to just show up at her house in the middle of the night to fondle her daughter. Or that he must have some big balls-no pun intended-to make her daughter cry one minute and suck face with her the next, or she could've been thinking that Kagome had lost her mind to even consider being with a hanyou.

Yeah, any of those will work, he decided.

“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” her mom finally asked breaking the silence.

“Mom,” `the girlfriend' started, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean-“

“Get her, mom,” Souta cheered from the sideline.

Inuyasha's head turned slowly towards the teenager. He's definitely on my shit list.

“Shut up, Souta,” Kagome growled quickly, and then turned her attention back to her mom. “I'm sorry, that's all I can really say. I didn't know you were going to come outside. I mean, I didn't even know that Inuyasha was in town,” she continued. “When I saw him, I guess I…we were just a little too excited to see each other. I'm sorry. I know you're disappointed in me.”

Inuyasha squeezed her hand, and then released it so that he could rub her back in order to let her know that he was there and would take over when she needed him to.

“I see,” her mom snapped, sounding even more perturbed. “And you, Inuyasha, what do you have to say for your actions?”

I'm grown and so is your daughter, he wanted to hiss, but decided quickly against that. Damn, I'm biting my tongue a lot tonight. He glanced up at Kagome as he took her hand in his again and smiled. Turning his attention to her mother, he stated, “Well, I'm sorry you caught us in such a provocative position, but I really missed her. I didn't expect anyone to be up this late.” He turned to glare at Souta, who flinched back, and then finished while turning his attention back to mother hen, “Things got a little carried away, but it's my fault. She didn't know I was coming and when she opened the door, I was on her before she could react.”

“Inuyasha!” Kagome reprimanded in a low threatening tone, but the hanyou didn't turn his gaze away from her mother. For a brief second, he could've sworn he saw the side of her mouth turn up ever so slightly, but it was so quick he wouldn't have placed a bet on it.

“I see,” she stated eyeing him and Kagome carefully. “So, I've heard apologies and excuses, but neither one of you have apologized for crushing my roses or told me what you're going to do to remedy this situation.”

All three of the onlookers stared at her gape mouthed, neither speaking as she continued, “You see, a lot of sweat and elbow grease has gone into making that garden beautiful and I have a rose show this weekend, and now because of the two of you all my and Nola's work has gone straight down the toilet. There's no way that I have any chance of winning.”

“Your garden?” Inuyasha whispered, not realizing that he was speaking out loud.

“Well, yeah,” she retorted as if it were a no brainer. “Did you think I was upset because of what the two of were doing? Sure, it was shocking to see, because no mother wants to see their daughter in that sort of predicament, but the two of you are grown, after all. And I'm quite sure you do a lot worse in Tokyo.”

His mouth started to move and Kagome growled, cutting him off as she hissed threateningly, “Don't…you…dare.”

He had to chuckle at that. What did she think he was going to tell her? How he bends her daughter over his bed, couch, sink, counter, and any other thing that catches his fancy? Or was he supposed to tell her that her daughter is a freak? Or maybe he would tell her that her daughter was just as, if not more, delicious than the richest cheesecake and sweetest wine.

He smiled at his thoughts, missing most of the conversation that was going on between Kagome and her mother.

“Good, so long as we understand each other,” her mom stated, standing slowly to her feet. “Let's go, Souta. Give your sister some privacy; I'm sure she'd like to tell Inuyasha goodnight properly.”

Inuyasha blinked up at her as she turned a knowing look towards him. “Uh, sorry about your roses,” he offered quietly.

“I would say that its fine, but I would be lying. However, it was wonderful meeting you,” she intoned politely, and Inuyasha admitted that there was definitely something that he liked about this woman. Maybe it was because she didn't seem to sweat the small stuff, or maybe it was because he could see little bits of Kagome in her face. He didn't know which is was for sure, but he was sure that with time, he'd like her even more.

The little shit finally stood to his feet as well and started across the chair that he and Kagome was sitting in and for a fraction of a second Inuyasha thought hard about sticking his foot out and tripping the runt up. After all, if it wasn't for him, he'd be getting laid right now.

Well, he'd probably be done, but still that was neither here nor there. He would've gotten himself some.

“Next time you'll think before you threaten to tell on Nola and me,” Souta whispered at Kagome.

Her eyes seemed confused for a second, and then they brightened vividly as realization dawned on her. “You didn't!” she shouted. “You went and got Mom?”

Souta grinned and charged toward the stairs, his longs legs carrying him swiftly out of her reach.

She growled again and clenched her teeth tight. “That little two-faced shit,” she growled softly.

“Yeah, well little brothers are like that,” Inuyasha offered, pulling her down into his lap so that she was cradled against his chest.

She growled again. “I'll kill him!”

Leaning in, he sniffed her disheveled hair, ran his clawed hands over the smooth skin of her thigh and whispered huskily as he gently kissed her cheek, “You know; you really haven't had that much dog in you to be growling as much as you do.”

She leaned into him, her face still set in a deep scowl causing him to wonder if she even realized what she was doing or if she had heard his comment.

“That little prick,” she hissed softly.

She was angry at her brother, he could see that, but it was done and over now. Remaining angry really wasn't going to solve anything. “Let it go, Wench. It's done with. Besides, all things considered, it worked out pretty nicely, don't you think?”

She finally looked at him, her face relaxing slowly, her eyes warming as if she was seeing him for the first time that night. The upper part of her body turned towards him and she snaked her arms around his neck. “I can't believe you're really here, Takahashi. I mean, just a few hours ago, I was cursing you out and thinking that you didn't want to be with-”

A solitary finger to her lips stopped her dead in her tracks.

He stared at her for a long moment pondering exactly how to say what he needed to and not have her read entirely too much or too little into it. “That's one thing that I don't think you'll ever have to worry about.” He noticed the serious look on her face as if she was trying to decipher what he was saying and so he added jokingly, “You know in the youkai world, possession is more than 9/10ths of the law; it's everything, and you've already claimed me as yours, right?”

She smiled at the memory, her cheeks pinking.

Her head lowered timidly and then rose as she mumbled softly, “I can't believe I said that to you. You must be thinking that I'm crazy now. Just claiming you like your some piece of meat or something. I'm sorry. ”

His face fell; he'd been hoping that she meant those words. Brushing off his thoughts, Inuyasha smiled ruefully and retorted seriously, “You don't have any reason to apologize to me; it actually felt kind of good-in a crazy way-to actually be wanted for a change, you know?”

He did his best to hide his disappointment from her. Well, maybe not his best because she commented on it right away.

“It's not that I don't want you like that, Inuyasha. I just figured-“

“Don't worry about it,” he told her quickly, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek.

She stared at him wanting to say more, but clearly not knowing where to even begin and that was perfectly fine with him. His head tilting to the side, he took in everything about her that he'd missed slowly: the curves of her lips, the arch of her neck, the rise of her sensuous cheek bones, the smell of her sweet breath, the glint of her beautiful eyes, and the way her eyebrows drew together so perfectly when she was cogitating hard over something silly.

Gotta love her, he told himself as he patted her gently on the thigh and whispered, “Well, I guess I should be off now.”

“You're leaving now?”

He smirked back at her despondent face. “Yeah, I mean that's really one hell of a run back to the hotel.”

“But you just got here,” she told him urgently, her voice anxious or was that desperation.

Whichever it was, he didn't like it.

“Okay, well…” she started to say but trailed off. Her fingers twisted in her hands in a childish sort of way and she murmured so soft that had he been human, he would've missed it totally, “I…don't want you to go.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead again as he stood agilely to his feet, her clasped protectively in his arms.

Setting her on her feet as he neared the front door, he spared a long moment to glance around at the room, before his eyes fell on her upturned downtrodden face. He tried not to notice that she was fighting back moisture, but that was a futile venture at best.

She's definitely going to be the death and the best of me, he told himself.

Lifting her chin, he leaned down to her and decided that maybe he should let her in on the plan. His breath misted over her ear causing her to shiver, and he smiled to himself liking that with the slightest touch from him, he was able to arouse her in such away. “Go up to the room with the pink curtains and open the window.”

She stared back at him wide eyed. “Oh…okay,” she acknowledged, finally figuring out what he was saying. “Well, I wish you could stay longer, but I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?”

Inuyasha chuckled. “Bet on it,” he quipped, leaning forward to scoop her up with one arm. He planted a nice one on her. It was just long enough to let anyone that was watching know that she was taken and just deep enough to let that same person know that sex was definitely a part of their relationship.

He set her back down on the floor in front of him, spared just a moment to run his thumb across her chin and then turned, exiting the house, closing the door tightly behind him.

He heard the lock click a few seconds later and the sound of feet padding quickly up the stairs followed by a curse directed at Souta, and then a slamming door. She was in her bedroom.

He decided he'd wait for a few minutes maybe a little longer to give Kagome some time to calm down and the runt a few minutes to fall asleep, because if they were interrupted this time, he was not going to be held responsible for what he did.

Simonkal of Inuyasha

Where is he? she mused, her anxiety rising with each second that trickled by.

Is he mad at me? Is he upset about what I said? She wanted to believe that was not the case, because the kiss that he'd planted on her when he left definitely told her otherwise.

Damn it, Taka- Her thoughts cut off as strong arms slipped around her waist pulling her flush against a strong chest and she sighed in relief not needing to look to see who it was.

Melting into him, she whispered softly, her arms falling to her waist to lay on top of his masculine ones, “It's about time, dog-boy.”

He brushed her hair to the side and kissed the side of her neck tenderly. “Why are you still dressed?”

She spun then, coming face to face with that damn smirk that melted her heart every time she saw it and she realized that absence really did make the heart grow fonder. “I was waiting on you to do it.”

He snorted almost arrogantly, but in such a casual way that it didn't upset her or make her want to show him otherwise.

He took a half step back away from her, lifted her arms over her head and told her with his eyes to keep them there; she did. His claws raked slowly down her arms, down to the sides of breasts, her waist, and then dipped beneath her shirt pulling the garment up as his hands roamed expertly over her heated skin.

“Did you lock the door?” he asked huskily, not taking is eyes away from the task at hand.

He spun her around away from him, her shirt moving further up her body, then quickly over her head and disappearing from her sight all together. Something cool and wet, wide and rigid ran up her spine sensuously and she shivered while taking a subconscious step forward.

His hands on her waist held her in place and finally she realized that he'd asked her a question. “Yes, it's locked.”

He chuckled, his tongue leaving the base of her neck as his clawed hand delved into the sides of her shorts. He pulled her back flat against his chest again. One hand now wrapped possessively around her mid-section, the other delving deep between her legs so that he was palming her heated slick nest.

One of his legs moved between her own, widening her stance and giving him more access and she wondered in the moment as his gentle clawed finger parted her lower lips and ran through her wetness, just how she'd gone this long without him. Without his touch, without his kisses, and without this feeling that he always elicited in her; how had she gone this long and still held on to her sanity?

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closing as he slipped one then two of his finger into her and cupped her breast with his other hand. She arched forward, her hips grinding down on his fingers eagerly.

“Takahashi,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he queried seductively while kissing his way down the side of her neck to her shoulder, intermittently nibbling here and there.

He plucked at her clit, sucked at her neck and tickled her protruding nipple as she hissed and shivered against him, her body speaking the words before her mouth knew what she wanted to say. “I…I've missed you…so much.”

She heard material being ripped and felt a cool breeze on her lower half, but she was too stuck in this feeling, the emotion that was roiling through her. His touch, his closeness was making it so that she couldn't think…couldn't focus and didn't want to.

“If you're not careful, I'm going to start to believe that it's my body you've missed most,” he responded while spinning her back around to face him. Her naked body was locked against his, his molten eyes boring holes into her own.

She almost started to look away because of the intensity they held, but forced herself to hold steadfast as she responded, her voice coming out more seductive then she intended, “Would that be a bad thing?”

Her answer was a searing hot kiss, his claws digging into the tender skin of her sides, her back, and her ass. He scooped her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. She met his hunger with her own, her arms coming up to encircle his neck and pull him closer.

Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, each one vying for some semblance of dominance. Kagome rode up higher on him while her hands dug into the roots of his hair. Pulling his head back, she then pulled away from his lips, kissed down the side of his face, and sucked at his neck as her free hand tugged at the material of his shirt, demanding that it be removed.

He growled that same growl from less than an hour ago, and she almost froze, once again feeling like she had no choice but to submit to it.

She fought against it, as best she could, but it didn't matter because he took that moment to lift her higher up his body, her back now pressed against the wall of her room.

She was hot, wet and slick. She could feel it draining down her leg and tracing down the crack of her ass, coating everything it came in contact with. She needed him buried deep inside her. She needed him to drink her in, quench his thirst on her. She needed him so bad…so strongly that she almost cried out, forgetting where they were. Instead, she whimpered his name as her legs landed comfortably on his shoulders.

Her head rolled to the side, her back firm against the wall. She realized in that moment that she was a little too close to the ceiling.

Glancing down at him, she thought about asking him what he was doing, but at the feel of his fingers parting her lower lips, his cool, yet hot wet tongue licking languorously up and down her slit, and then flitting over her clit, she shuddered violently, her pussy throbbing hard against his mouth.

“Gods,” she whispered weakly as she steadied herself with one hand on the ceiling of her bedroom and the other one buried into the roots of his hair.

He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on it like he was hell bent on giving her the best and first blow job of her life. It was so erotic, so damn pleasurable that she pushed her hips forward, driving her clit deeper into his mouth giving him better access to what he wanted, what she wanted and demanded that he have.

“Inu-” she hissed. It was painful; her clit was swollen and throbbing, thrumming begging for release. His mouth dropped lower on her, his tongue lapping at her wet cave like a thirsty dog would to a water bowl.

She rocked against his mouth, rolling her hips upward and his tongue slipped into her. It massaged her walls-inside and out-while his thumb came up to her clit again and she knew, he was giving her the okay to cum.

Her head fell back against the wall in a soft thump that she didn't feel. His hands clasped at her hips holding her steady as if he knew what was about to come and she was thankful to him for it. Because as his soft lips repeatedly met and sucked hungrily against her swollen nether region, her clit thumping and pulsing against his thumb as if it was a tiny little penis, she lost her grip on reality, on sanity and on any and everything that was holding her to this plane with the exception of him.

Kagome allowed her body to roll, jerk, and twist in time with the rapid beat of her heart as her juices burst free from her womb, coating his mouth, his tongue, and rolled down the inside of her thigh.

If she was in her right mind, she knew she would've been overly embarrassed right now, but as her body continued to spasm and jerk and she focused on not crying out like she wanted to, she just really couldn't find it in her to care about such a trivial thing.

Simonkal of Inuy

Inuyasha laid her down on the bed gently and stepped back away from her, his hand running absently down his face as he licked his lips savoring every drop that was her, `the girlfriend'…his girlfriend.

Damn.

She stared up at him expectantly. When he didn't move, he could see the way her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. He looked away from her, his eyes slowly taking in her naked heated body. He drank in the curves of her hips, the rise of her breasts, the flattened smooth surface of her stomach that scorched him every time he touched it, and the gentle rocking of her hips as the last of her orgasm died down.

Shit!

His eyes roamed lower as he stepped towards the bed. It was almost as if it, her body, was calling out to him and he was more than willing to answer it. At least, under normal circumstances he would have.

His fingers traced down the contours of her belly, over the bulbous gentle rise of her meaty womb, down the inside of her thigh and stilled as he knelt beside the bed, his eyes focused on her knees.

“Inuyasha, what are you waiting on? Stop toying with me.”

I don't have any condoms, he thought regretfully, but replied to her, “I'm just taking in the beauty of it all. Besides, what's the rush?” He knew he was buying time, but he wasn't quite sure what he was buying time for. Nothing more than what had already taken place between them was going to happen, nothing. It couldn't…it just couldn't. He hadn't planned this!

She sighed softly and pushed herself up so that she was sitting upright. Still, he didn't meet her gaze, knowing if he did all rational thought would evaporate, forcing him to do something so reprehensible that he would never ever be able to take it back.

Her hand reached out, her fingers running slowly down the side of his face. “I made you a promise, didn't I?”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned softly, finally looking at her. “What promise?”

She swung her legs off the bed quickly and he pushed back standing up, his eyes trained on her, waiting for some kind of explanation.

“Kagome?”

She was silent as she stood slowly to her feet, a timid smile on her face, and her cheeks tinged with a rosy red hue. She stepped towards him, forcing him back against the wall of her room.

“Do you want to tell me what you're thinking, wench?”

Everything in him told him to keep her at arms length. It told him to just tell her that he hadn't planned for this and therefore he didn't have any rubbers, but his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. It was like his body didn't want him to do the right thing. It didn't want him to…to push her away and save this for another day.

Her heated hands were running down the sides of his face, his neck, and dipping eagerly into the neck line of his shirt. He shivered under her torturous perusal. He could smell her arousal thick in the air around them, whipping against his resolve, tormenting him, and pushing him in a direction that he just didn't want to be forced in.

Stop her, the sane part of his mind whispered, this isn't right. You know where this will lead. He wanted to stop her. He wanted to listen, but the pull that she had over him, the need and the desire that he had within himself to just be close to her was so much stronger than any rational thing anyone could say to him at the moment.

Her breath was hot and sweet against his face as she whispered things to him that he couldn't quite comprehend. Her face came closer to his as his eyes closed expectantly. Her soft lips pressed firmly against his. One of her hands found their way beneath his shirt, while the other was gripping and raking in a very primal exotic kind of way at the skin on the base of his neck.

Stop her, he told himself as his hands found her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed his hips into her, and growled into her mouth as he leaned forward deepening the kiss. Stop this now, he told himself again, stop it before you…you can't stop!

Every fiber of his being was fighting against him as he released her naked hips and placed them in the tight area between their bodies in order to push her away. He pushed, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. She didn't budge because the force behind that pathetic push was nonexistent.

“Ka…Kagome,” he growled, dragging his lips away from hers while trying desperately to block out the way her touch, and the scent of her was invading every coherent thought he was having.

No condom, no condom, no…fucking… condom, he kept repeating to himself. He closed his eyes to her, trying pathetically to hold her to him while pushing her away at the same time. He could've moved, shoved her to the side and jumped out the window, but just as badly as he knew he needed to do that, he didn't want to and couldn't make himself.

Help me, he pleaded weakly to any God that was listening at this moment of blatant fornication.

Her succulent lips were on his chest, sucking at his nipples, and causing his will to fracture like a devastating crack in a crystal vase.

He wondered offhandedly at which point it was that she'd started undressing him, and then he wanted to kick himself because her tongue had roamed further down his body to his navel. The manicured nails of her tender hand was raking over his side and sending shivers down his spine, while that other damnable hand had his belt undone, his jeans unfastened and unzipped and was eagerly stroking his member.

Not…good, but so fucking good, he growled silently his hips undulating in tune with her eager strokes. Tell her, tell her now!

“We can't, Kagome. We…shit… I…don't…,” he started to say, but the feel of cool heat on his throbbing member froze his body and plunged his mind into a world that he hadn't visited since he'd started seeing her. She's sucking…

Glancing down, he realized quickly, that she was on her knees before him, one hand wrapped around his cock, her tongue running down the underside of his shaft slowly. Her eyes were closed as if savoring her task, focusing.

“Ka…gome?” His hand reached out touching the side of her face, drawing her attention.

She opened her eyes, stared up at him with angelic eyes seconds before her lips parted again, and closed over the head of his swollen member swallowing as much as she could only to pull back again, allowing him to see the glistening head of his dick. She flicked her tongue over the head again, sucked forcefully on it like she was trying to suck every ounce of semen out of him, only to loosen her jaws and repeat the process again and again.

“Shit!” His head fell back against the wall, and his hand moved slowly from the side of her head to the roots of her hair.

Her mouth moved like a heated whirlpool over him. It was like she was sucking him in, drowning him in a sea of her only to let him rise briefly for a breath of air and drag him right back down again into that sweet unnatural oblivion that he didn't really mind dying in.

He felt the head of his dick ride over the ridges of her mouth, bounce against the soft wet flesh of her right jaw only to be repeated on the other side of her mouth. It was almost as if she wanted to make sure she tasted him in every corner of her mouth.

In that moment, the only thought he could managed was a husky, Damn. His knees started to weaken as he held on to the roots of her hair with one hand while holding onto the edge of the wall with the other in an attempt to keep himself from dropping to the floor.

She gripped him tighter, twisting up and down his shaft while her mouth and jaws suckled his swollen head. Her tongue lavishly whipped out against the underside of his cock, stroking it like a professional Fluffer from a porno set. She greedily sucked him in and pulled him out only to repeat the process each time faster than the last.

She was determined, ferocious, famished, and ravenous. His cock was her meal, her final dinner before execution, before she flat lined. She devoured him like a lion would a zebra, a snake would a mouse or praying mantis would her mate. She owned him, every cell, every nerve, and every muscle. She owned him.

It was dizzying thing, making his head light and his muscles clench. He hissed her name through his clenched teeth as he tried to hold on to what was left of himself, but he knew this battle was lost the moment he tried to play it with her.

She moaned, her hand coming up to cup his balls gently allowing them to roll through her fingers gingerly. He moaned under his breath, his hips bucking forward into her mouth as she gently squeezed his testicles in tune with the circular pumping motion of her hand that was wrapped around his shaft. Her jaws…her wonderful God-gifted jaws sucking against him pulling him forward, forcing him back, and tearing his will to shreds.

“Fu..uck,” he hissed, his muscles stiffening, his toes curling within his shoes, his hands balled into fists in her mane, and his hips pumping feverishly into her mouth.

He was cumming, he could feel it spilling up and over, edging out, pushing him to the end of oblivion. Her scent of renewed arousal surrounded him, swallowed him whole, clogged his mind and senses to what's right and what's wrong and he grunted one last time pulling her head closer.

He didn't want to cum in her mouth. He didn't want to. Not to her, not the girlfriend, but he was so close, it was right there waiting…calling his name…demanding an opening, an exit…release!

“Move!!” he growled.

She didn't; it was too later.

It only took two more pumps into her heated decadent mouth and his seed spilled down her throat and over her tongue until it had nowhere else to go, and began draining down the side of her lips.

He pushed her away weakly, his knees giving out beneath him, this feeling…this fucking feeling...

He jerked his dick, trying desperately to ease the exquisite ache that twisted his insides like some sinful beast from a horror movie.

His breathing was heavy and labored as he doubled over, his member clasped in his hand while the other kept him from collapsing to the floor.

He was tired, exhausted actually, but he still wanted her…needed her. He knew she was near, a few inches, maybe a foot away from him, and he reached out grabbing her roughly with one clawed hand.

Dragging her to him, he kissed her fully and forcefully. He could taste his seed on her tongue, smell him on her breath and that only served to turn him on even more.

Mine, he raged in head. At least, he thought that was him. Mine!!

He growled again, dragging her beneath him. He pushed her back so that she was laying on the floor in one fluid motion. She moved before him, spreading her legs wide, the look in her eyes fueled with desire, need, admiration, and lust.

Gods, he wanted her so bad, he could literally feel himself inside of her, dancing against her walls.

He shook his shirt off his shoulders, pushed his jeans down his legs and off his body totally, along with his shoes, and pulled her down further so that she lying there waiting like a succulent dish of desire and poison. Her waiting hips pushed up against his, telling him that she was ready.

His world twisted into itself, blurred in a haze of mist and cleared only for the process to repeat again and again. He growled, his body lay rigid his over hers, the deep seated need to be one with her if only for this one moment in time tore at his very core, driving him the brink of insanity and held him there seemingly dumbstruck.

Something deep inside of him was stirring, hissing words, incoherent things that he didn't understand and didn't want to. He shook his head and hoped against hope that she didn't see this internal battle raging inside of him.

His eyes closed to her wanton face as he questioned in a voice so low so raspy that he didn't believe it was his, “Do you love me?”

Silence, so deep so torrential ensued that he almost…almost pushed back away from her. Hands, soft and gentle at the sides of face caressing his skin drew him back, forced his eyes to open and stare down into hers.

She was searching his face for an answer to his question. Her eyes seemed to fade out as if trying to decipher something that only she could, and then came back brighter and more poignant than before. She rubbed the pads of her thumbs over his cheeks, closed her eyes briefly and smiled up at him as she responded without a hint of doubt, “No, I don't love you. I'm in love with you. All of me; it's yours, Inuyasha, if you want it.”

His heart soured and crashed at the same time. Just because she said yes, didn't mean that he could do this. It didn't mean that it was alright for him to…to claim her as his when he still wasn't 100% sure about anything. She could wake up in the morning and regret this! She could stumble upon that stupid ex of hers or someone else for that matter, and forget about him! She could leave him! They weren't married, they didn't live together, and they had no viable reason to even be together now!

How could he even contemplate something like this? How could he willingly claim her like this when he knew better than anyone that humans were a fickle bunch?

Still, he didn't move.

“Look at me,” she whispered softly, and he did. “Why is this so hard for you? We've done this a hundred times before. Why is it so hard now?”

She didn't know, or at least hadn't realized that he didn't have a condom. She didn't understand. She didn't know! That made everything so much worse! This… He couldn't do this! He couldn't make this decision for her!

He closed his eyes briefly, inhaled her scent deeply and then reopened his eyes slowly. “Because you can leave me,” he answered quietly, his golden gaze besieged and sad. “At a whim, you can leave me,” he reiterated, but finished in his head, But I won't ever be able to leave you.

She was smart, she'd figure out why his answer was so cryptic. She'd figure it out before this went any further and she'd stop him, wouldn't she? She'd make the decision for him!

He may not have known exactly how this whole mating thing worked when it came to the choosing part, but he was quite sure that if he went bare back it…he was done. It could not be undone, regardless of whether she decided later that she wanted him or not; it could not be undone. His spinx would reach out latching onto the soft tissue of her inner walls, tying her to him and him to her. It would bind their bloods, their lives, and change her ever so subtly.

He hadn't even realized that he was looking away from her until she turned his face back to her and whispered, “I'm not going anywhere. I've already tried, remember?”

He shook his head slowly. “Kagome, I want to, but this time isn't like all the rest. It's differ…different.”

Their eyes met and he wanted to believe that she had some sort of understanding of what he was trying to tell her. Before he could try to register another thought; however, her hips rose up against his then rocked down so gently that as the head of his penis broke through her moist heated slit and sank slowly deeper and deeper into her, he found it almost impossible to hold his position over her.

His arms started to shake, a shiver ran up and down his spine, and small shocks of what felt like electricity raced out to each of his limbs. His hands balled into fists and his head hung forward resting on hers heavily as she slowly gyrated up against on his dick, silently begging him to come play with her…come join her.

He tried to open his eyes, to glare down at her and tell her…yell at her that she'd just royally fucked him, but he couldn't fight his way through the heat, the flames that surrounded him, burning him and remaking him from the inside out. The feel of her soft grooves… The heat… the exquisite pleasure that riled up inside of him…

“What are you doing?” he questioned stupidly, his forehead still resting against hers.

She reached up, snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Making love to my boyfriend, of course.” She kissed him again, her lips hot against his, her tongue flicking out tasting his flesh sensually while damning his very soul to the bowels of hell.

How was he supposed fight this! How was he supposed to stop her, when if he was truthful with himself, he would've admitted that this felt more natural than waking up in the morning. It felt like the awakening of a part of him that he hadn't even realized was asleep. It felt like the dawning of a new day and the deadening of a past that he'd been running from for too many years.

No matter how wrong he knew this was, he couldn't deny that it felt…it felt right.

It may feel right, but I can't just claim her. What will I do if she rejects me? What will I do if I claim her and she's not the one? Just because I want her today, will I want her tomorrow? Will she want me?

His hips rocked back against hers slowly, his member digging deep into her as a moan slipped from his lips, her breasts arching up towards him, calling him, begging him, pleading with him.

He stilled quickly after realizing what he'd done. He shivered against her, hating her and loving her all at once, but repulsed by himself for not being strong enough to pull back…to run…to do the right things when she couldn't.

“Do…do you love me?” she questioned softly, her tone holding so much uncertainty that he knew she was waiting for him to break her heart.

He stared down at her, his eyes pleading with her to understand that this was about so much more than love. It was about his mortality. It was about so much more than that fickle thing called love. He closed his eyes, and replied, “Does it matter? It has nothing to do with this, Kagome.”

“It has everything to do with this, Takahashi. Do you love me? Do you want me? Do you need me the way that I need you? It's the only thing that matters.”

His mind floated back to a time long ago when he'd basically told her that she wasn't good enough…that she wasn't the one. He wouldn't do that again, he couldn't hurt her like that again, because the truth was if he could have it his way at this one moment and time, she would be all he ever wanted, craved, and lived for. She would be his…his only…

“Yes,” he hissed. “Yes, to every question you asked me. Yes. Gods, yes.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes glistening. “Well, then show me.”

How many mistakes had he made in the past? How many times had he done something that he knew if he could do all over again, he would? How times during his life had he stumbled and fell flat on his face? How many mistakes…

Staring down at her, his confused expression slowly vanishing to be replaced by an accepting scowl, he realized that regardless of whether this was actually a mistake or not, to him it would never be one. It would never be something that he regretted. If it killed… If she at some point and time decided that she didn't want him, he would willingly leave her and wait on her in the afterlife in hopes that maybe they could do it right the next time.

He knew that if he did this, it would not be a stumble by any means; it was a comeuppance that he didn't deserve and probably never would, but it would still be his. This was his one reward in a lifetime of heartbreaks.

It was selfish and it was stupid. It could've been considered callous and uncaring and he knew he could've easily been equated to that bastard Kouga and maybe even Dinshu, but in that moment, that second in time, it all made undisputable sense to him.

He wasn't Dinshu and he wasn't Kouga. Because he loved her, truly and deeply, he loved her. If she allowed him to, she would never want for anything. She would be cared for and treated like the Queen that she was, and he would never put anyone before her, never.

It was the reason why he'd followed her home the night he first saw her. It was the one reason why since being with her, he was able to heal. It was why when he wasn't with her, he felt as if he was coming undone. It was why he'd shown up on her door half crazed and out of his mind after his fight with Ginta. It was the reason why he'd chased her down at the hospital, begging her not to leave him and to give him a chance to make this thing between them right. Finally, it was why he found it almost impossible to deny her anything, even this, his life.

The voice, it made sense now. Maybe it was only because he wanted it to, but it did. The fact that she could hold him and caress him when Rin couldn't; it made sense now. It all made sense now.

His head dipped low, hungrily devouring her lips as his hips rocked into her. His clawed hands ran down the side of her legs to her knees. He pulled her legs up so that they were wrapped around his back. He reached beneath her, elevated her hips giving him better access to the deeper more intricate parts of her womb.

He figured if he was going to do this without her permission, he mightiest well make sure it was done right. After all, there was only one first and only for something like this.

She moved against him effortlessly allowing him the entrance he desired.

He located her hands and pinned them over her head on the floor and found the groove he was seeking easily. Time stilled and wavered as their bodies moved perfectly against one another, each meeting the other's undulating hips with passion and a need that would go unmatched by any other lover they may have had.

He allowed the heat and sheer expert carving of her grooves to pull him towards the edges of forever, show him a few glimpses of a future that he'd reached for in the past, and push him back again.

She whispered incoherent things in between moans as her nails sunk into the skin of his hands but he held her in place as he continued to slowly undulate into her, his hips rolling against her, hitting areas and feeling things that he'd never experienced in his life.

He'd known that there was a definite difference between wearing a condom and not wearing one, but this sensation that he realized words hadn't been created to describe was so unbelievable that it needed to be outlawed.

The floor slipped from beneath the two them, giving him the feeling that he was floating as his heart raced within his chest, his breathing almost a pant. Her body rolled up against his, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her brow.

She whispered fractured syllables of his name softly, her moans becoming louder and louder with each rock of his hips and he knew that she was almost there, ready to drag him into that unknown oblivion that she only allowed him glimpses of from time to time, but this time…this time he'd show her his.

He pushed back so that he was squatting between her legs, his member still buried deep inside her. Her hand came up searching out the heat of his body, raking angrily across his abdomen burning him, but he ignored it as he gripped her hips and pulled her to him repeatedly, pounding into her over and over again.

His member was slick with her juices and a tempered mixture of his own and he closed his eyes to it, allowing the feeling of her soft walls clenching and pulsing around his staff to pull him forward with her over that edge and into the darkness below.

She sprang up, clawing at his shoulders as she hissed, “Dear God.”

He pulled her to him so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, her chest to his and allowed her the ride him. His mind was lost, wrapped up in everything that was her, and he found it almost intolerable to hold on, but as he felt the first throb of her womb, her heated juices spurting down over his member, he lost it completely.

The world around him went black, the only thing making sense, the sensations…the feelings. The heat that twisted up from the pit of his belly and travelled swiftly down his shaft bursting from him and into her was an ungodly sinful thing that neither existed in heaven nor hell, nor this earth…this realm; it was too unnatural and exquisite.

He tumbled forward, his hips pumping into her swiftly as she cried out almost painfully, her hips roiling against his, drinking him in and spilling out her own goodness.

The world blurred again, darkness faded to light, evil to good, and sickness to health and finally…finally he knew that there was no him without her. From this point…from this second as he held rigid inside her as he sealed this one-sided deal, she was his.

She arched up against him, her body stiff and rigid beneath his, her face contorted in pleasure, as her nails dug into his shoulders leaving ragged red marks. He leaned forward, his breathing heavy as he felt the pulsing at the slit of his penis slowly begin to decrease telling him that it was done, and he whispered softly in her ear, “Whatever happens from here, always remember that I love you.”

Time started around him again as he laid still above her, allowing her to calm down and allowing himself to soften inside her. He reached up in one fluid motion pulling the blankets and pillows off her bed. Lifting her head, he positioned one of the pillows there, and then shifted so that he was lying beside her on the other pillow.

Staring up at the ceiling, he knew that there was no possible way that this could be undone now. What he'd just done… What he'd just given her, could not be taken back. She was his…she was marked. Any youkai that came across her would know and would respect the binding, but a human man wouldn't know the difference.

I did this without her permission. If she decides that she doesn't want to be with me tomorrow, a week from now, or 2 years from now, there isn't a damn thing I can do. I can't make her stay with me, because she doesn't know…she hasn't accepted me. She's my mate, but I'm not her's.

She rolled, her arm slipping around his bare chest as a sigh slipped from her lips. “That was so…so good,” she whispered sleepily.

“Uh, yeah,” he replied softly, slipping his arm around her and pulling the covers up so that they were covering her shoulders.

“In the morning, we're going to have to do that again.”

He chuckled at that. “I don't know about that, wench. Your mom doesn't really know that I'm here and I think after all that damn noise you just made, I should be heading back to the hotel soon.” He flinched internally at the thought of leaving her.

How fucked up was that? He'd just claimed her and couldn't even bask in the fucking after glow. No, this was totally fucked up no matter how he looked at it. It wasn't a mistake, but it was still fucked up.

She pushed up at that and stared down at him. “No!”

He stared back at her, trying to read her expression. “No? You know I can't stay here. Your mom would be pissed.”

She frowned, but didn't say anything else as she snuggled back down against him, a sad sigh slipping from her lips.

As her breathing evened out, he reached up and brushed her hair away from her face. Pushing back, he stared down at her face and sighed softly. She was definitely his, he was sure of that. He could smell her scent changing, twisting and turning into something that was a mixture of him and her, but definitely more him.

Part of him wanted to apologize to her, for what he'd done, but the other part wanted to rejoice in his selfish actions. He knew that when the time came, when his chickens came home to finally roost, he'd be the one suffering for his inability to tell her no.

Kissing her forehead, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her to him. I don't regret it. I'll never regret it, even if you hate me for it later, I'll never regret it.

Maybe that's what made it just that much worse.

Until Next Time… (More Fluff to come. Your .02 cents are appreciated!!)

Spinx: Hidden species within the lining of all male demon's penises; it only comes out once in their lifetime to bind their chosen mate. Think of a snake about the diameter of nickel or dime with millions of tiny teeth, no eyes, no legs, and clear as a bubble. At the point of ejaculation, it shoots forward, latching onto the walls of the female's uterus where it pumps the male's DNA and blood into the female host. Within seconds, the spinx dissolves into a liquid similar to sperm and drains from the female body as nothing more than semen. The blood and DNA binds with the female's, transforming it slightly, thereby making the mating process irreversible.

A/N/N: This explains, in my story, how Inutaishio was able to have a wife and a mate. His spinx never bound itself with Sesshomaru's mother, and it explains how Dinshu and Kouga could call their wives their mates, but know otherwise. The male knows when this is taking place or has taken place, the female feels nothing more than a more explosive orgasm. That's my story…and this is my story, and I'm sticking to it!!

Next Chapter: Stir Crazy Women

Acknowledgments:

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