InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If only in my Dreams ❯ Sunbathing ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Neisha 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2006 | Updated On: 08.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2006 | Updated On: 08.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer!!! I do not own Inuyasha or its characters.....
If Only in my Dreams ch2
Inuyasha sat perched in the god tree. His search for a cold bath hadn't done much to remedy his current situation. While he had had that dream so many times, something about this was different. He could still taste her on his lips, still feel her skin beneath his touch. He could still smell her arousal, see the passion within the depths of her eyes as she gazed up at him. God he had never wanted her so much. He wondered how much further his dream would've gone if Sango and the others hadn't woke him. He shifted, his body growing hot again at the directions his thoughts had again taken him. He was definitely not going to get any rest tonight, and a cold bath had definitely not helped, at least not when his mind kept wondering to the visions of his dreams...
He could hear Kagome shift in her sleep, and while her pulse had slowed and her breathing had once again evened out to a steady rhythm, her scent was still intoxicating. Her arousal still clung to her skin driving him insane with his want of her. Her soft voice murmured incoherent words as she talked in her sleep. Morning would be here soon, and while he was fairly certain the others wouldn't know why he had left during the night, his mind still urged him to find some kind of believable excuse, just in case..
He jumped from the tree, his legs stretching as he lifted his nose to the air. Since sleep refused to find him again he figured he may as well hunt for breakfast. Perhaps a good hunt would take his mind off the raven haired beauty who even know turned in her sleep drawing his attention.
Her face was upturned, a small smile gracing her lips..Her left hand rested beneath her jaw, her right hand resting just beneath her breast. Her shirt had ridden up as she turned over, it's hem resting just below her rib, a vast amount of her stomach bare to his gaze. Her sleeping bag had come unzipped somewhere during the night, it's edge thrust forward to lay over her exposing the delicious length of her leg, her skirt having ridden up to rest high upon her hip. He moved closer to her, his eyes taking in the beauty of her bared skin. His fingers ached to touch her, to caress her as he had in his dream, but it was not to be. She'd never allow him to touch her in such a way, never share with him the secrets of her body. He reached to pull her sleeping bag over her, hiding her body from his gaze. He reached to brush her bangs from her face, to smooth it's silken texture behind her ears as his gaze admired her, memorized each detail of her face. She was such a beauty, though not just in her outer appearance. She was pure, heart body and soul, untouched by the harsh world around her, unaffected by the guilty sins that life continually thrust at her. Yet somehow she had always stayed pure, and while someday she would become some man's mate, he knew that even after her innocence was gone, she would still remain the pure soul he loved. He turned from her then, his heart unable to bear the thought of his Kagome with any one but him. He made his way into the forest, his nose searching for something that would serve as breakfast.
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Kagome woke with the sun, it's first early morning rays finding her wrapped securely within the warmth of her sleeping bag. One didn't sleep long past sunrise in the summer months. Soon the morning heat would be nearly insufferable, though judging from the snoring that could be heard from Miroku, she doubted that any of her friends would be up any time soon, despite the heat. They must have traveled long into the night to get back to Keade's village because no sooner than they had lain down they were all asleep. Kagome pushed her way out of her sleeping bag tucking Shippo in before she turned to leave. She had gone to bed last night wanting a bath, and judging from the intensity of her dream last night that had been within the warmth of a spring she supposed that perhaps her subconscious was trying to tell her that a bath was most definitely in order.
Inuyasha didn't seem to be near as he wasn't perched in his normal place within the tree, but that was most beneficial on her behalf. She didn't know if she'd be able to face him this early in the morning, especially after the things she had done with him in her dream. Thank goodness she was the only one who knew of it.
She moved to grab her yellow backpack, and slinging it over her shoulder she made her way into the forest and to the waiting spring and after a rushed bath she reached for her towel, and once dry she bent to spread the towel at the edge of the spring before moving to lay upon it. This had become quite the summer habit, though usually Sango was with her. She hated tan lines and as this was the only way to avoid them she made herself comfortable before closing her eyes to enjoy the heat of the sun upon her skin.
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Inuyasha made his way back to camp. He'd caught a few rabbits for breakfast, and once he'd cleaned them he'd decided to leave them at camp and disappear before Kagome woke. Though for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was had him running like a frightened child. He'd dreamt of her before, truth be told he'd dreamed of her on MANY...MANY occasions, but something about this had him on edge. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd awakened shortly after he had, fully aroused as he had been. Perhaps it was the desire, the passion he'd seen in her eyes as she gazed up at him, though he was fairly certain that the desire he'd witnessed had nothing to do with him.
He stepped into camp, and dropping the rabbits by the campfire he turned to leave as quietly as he had entered but Shippo's exhausted snore pulled his attention to her sleeping bag. And all at once it dawned on him....she wasn't there....Shippo slept alone and sure enough her scent no longer lingered within their small camp.
He followed her faded scent, his nose tipped to the air as he followed her scent frantically...What was it about the wench that had her believing she could wonder around without some sort of protection. He rushed through the forest resisting the urge to call out to her. He didn't want to call attention to the fact that she had once again wondered off. It was a wonder that she had survived as long as she had, though that probably had a lot to do with him as he was ever to far from her side..
And all of a sudden he saw her, her body glistening beneath the light of the sun, each muscle well defined from her years of traveling with his era. She was perfect in every sense of the word,soft in all the right places, toned in all the rest. She lay with her eyes closed, her raven hair lay spread beneath her, her arms drawn above her head to bend at the elbow, her breasts thrust upwards.....oh dear god, what had he done to deserve such sweet torment? Her body lay bare beneath his gaze and for the life of him he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away..His body hardened, his breath shortened, his eyes flickered between amber and red as his demon fought for the right to claim it's mate...
If Only in my Dreams ch2
Inuyasha sat perched in the god tree. His search for a cold bath hadn't done much to remedy his current situation. While he had had that dream so many times, something about this was different. He could still taste her on his lips, still feel her skin beneath his touch. He could still smell her arousal, see the passion within the depths of her eyes as she gazed up at him. God he had never wanted her so much. He wondered how much further his dream would've gone if Sango and the others hadn't woke him. He shifted, his body growing hot again at the directions his thoughts had again taken him. He was definitely not going to get any rest tonight, and a cold bath had definitely not helped, at least not when his mind kept wondering to the visions of his dreams...
He could hear Kagome shift in her sleep, and while her pulse had slowed and her breathing had once again evened out to a steady rhythm, her scent was still intoxicating. Her arousal still clung to her skin driving him insane with his want of her. Her soft voice murmured incoherent words as she talked in her sleep. Morning would be here soon, and while he was fairly certain the others wouldn't know why he had left during the night, his mind still urged him to find some kind of believable excuse, just in case..
He jumped from the tree, his legs stretching as he lifted his nose to the air. Since sleep refused to find him again he figured he may as well hunt for breakfast. Perhaps a good hunt would take his mind off the raven haired beauty who even know turned in her sleep drawing his attention.
Her face was upturned, a small smile gracing her lips..Her left hand rested beneath her jaw, her right hand resting just beneath her breast. Her shirt had ridden up as she turned over, it's hem resting just below her rib, a vast amount of her stomach bare to his gaze. Her sleeping bag had come unzipped somewhere during the night, it's edge thrust forward to lay over her exposing the delicious length of her leg, her skirt having ridden up to rest high upon her hip. He moved closer to her, his eyes taking in the beauty of her bared skin. His fingers ached to touch her, to caress her as he had in his dream, but it was not to be. She'd never allow him to touch her in such a way, never share with him the secrets of her body. He reached to pull her sleeping bag over her, hiding her body from his gaze. He reached to brush her bangs from her face, to smooth it's silken texture behind her ears as his gaze admired her, memorized each detail of her face. She was such a beauty, though not just in her outer appearance. She was pure, heart body and soul, untouched by the harsh world around her, unaffected by the guilty sins that life continually thrust at her. Yet somehow she had always stayed pure, and while someday she would become some man's mate, he knew that even after her innocence was gone, she would still remain the pure soul he loved. He turned from her then, his heart unable to bear the thought of his Kagome with any one but him. He made his way into the forest, his nose searching for something that would serve as breakfast.
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Kagome woke with the sun, it's first early morning rays finding her wrapped securely within the warmth of her sleeping bag. One didn't sleep long past sunrise in the summer months. Soon the morning heat would be nearly insufferable, though judging from the snoring that could be heard from Miroku, she doubted that any of her friends would be up any time soon, despite the heat. They must have traveled long into the night to get back to Keade's village because no sooner than they had lain down they were all asleep. Kagome pushed her way out of her sleeping bag tucking Shippo in before she turned to leave. She had gone to bed last night wanting a bath, and judging from the intensity of her dream last night that had been within the warmth of a spring she supposed that perhaps her subconscious was trying to tell her that a bath was most definitely in order.
Inuyasha didn't seem to be near as he wasn't perched in his normal place within the tree, but that was most beneficial on her behalf. She didn't know if she'd be able to face him this early in the morning, especially after the things she had done with him in her dream. Thank goodness she was the only one who knew of it.
She moved to grab her yellow backpack, and slinging it over her shoulder she made her way into the forest and to the waiting spring and after a rushed bath she reached for her towel, and once dry she bent to spread the towel at the edge of the spring before moving to lay upon it. This had become quite the summer habit, though usually Sango was with her. She hated tan lines and as this was the only way to avoid them she made herself comfortable before closing her eyes to enjoy the heat of the sun upon her skin.
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Inuyasha made his way back to camp. He'd caught a few rabbits for breakfast, and once he'd cleaned them he'd decided to leave them at camp and disappear before Kagome woke. Though for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was had him running like a frightened child. He'd dreamt of her before, truth be told he'd dreamed of her on MANY...MANY occasions, but something about this had him on edge. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd awakened shortly after he had, fully aroused as he had been. Perhaps it was the desire, the passion he'd seen in her eyes as she gazed up at him, though he was fairly certain that the desire he'd witnessed had nothing to do with him.
He stepped into camp, and dropping the rabbits by the campfire he turned to leave as quietly as he had entered but Shippo's exhausted snore pulled his attention to her sleeping bag. And all at once it dawned on him....she wasn't there....Shippo slept alone and sure enough her scent no longer lingered within their small camp.
He followed her faded scent, his nose tipped to the air as he followed her scent frantically...What was it about the wench that had her believing she could wonder around without some sort of protection. He rushed through the forest resisting the urge to call out to her. He didn't want to call attention to the fact that she had once again wondered off. It was a wonder that she had survived as long as she had, though that probably had a lot to do with him as he was ever to far from her side..
And all of a sudden he saw her, her body glistening beneath the light of the sun, each muscle well defined from her years of traveling with his era. She was perfect in every sense of the word,soft in all the right places, toned in all the rest. She lay with her eyes closed, her raven hair lay spread beneath her, her arms drawn above her head to bend at the elbow, her breasts thrust upwards.....oh dear god, what had he done to deserve such sweet torment? Her body lay bare beneath his gaze and for the life of him he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away..His body hardened, his breath shortened, his eyes flickered between amber and red as his demon fought for the right to claim it's mate...