InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Just A Moment ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

SO! Here we go, another installment of the weekly(?) soap opera! Yay! (All of Inu-cast groan in displeasure) Shut up plz! (Groaning stops) This chapter is huge because there is a lemon in it and I didn't want to cut it off before the lemon. I felt like only leaving you with a semi-cliffhanger this time. REMEMBER! It could have been worse!

DISCLAIMER: Rumiko Takahashi sold the Inu-tachi to me!! I own them!!

…In my dream last night. So NO I don't and YES she does. *sigh*

Chapter 9

Kagome followed the little girl thankfully, very glad to get away from that confusing situation. Her feelings were a mixture of swirling confusion rampaging inside her chaotic head. Okay, maybe not THAT bad, but she was very, very confused. And very, very hopeful of a short reprieve. But it wasn't to be.

"Rin, Kagome will have to pick flowers with you later. I have things to show her still. You may go pick flowers for the both of us, if you wish." Rin looked sad momentarily and Kagome thought she was going to cry again. But then her little faced cracked a huge grin and she squealed. Kagome shook her head, remembering when Inuyasha had thought SHE changed emotions fast.

"Rin will surprise you! She will make pretty things with her flowers for you!" With that, the little girl took off at a dead run, Jaken chasing after her yelling for her to slow down when Sesshoumaru commanded him to watch her and make sure no harm came to her. Kagome watched her bouncing hair with a wistful sigh and before turning to face the tall demon. He startled her by sliding a hand around her waist gently to guide her out of the dining hall and down to new, unknown places of mystique and splendor.

~**~

Inuyasha watched the monk closely, able to see his hand even in the pitch-black darkness. `Wait for it, wait for it…'

A loud resounding THWAK! Was heard echoing across the clearing and a body hitting the ground made a dull thud. Sango rose from her spot near a tree to rekindle the dying embers of a fire. They were close to the well, close enough to see it, cascading moonlight illuminating it's clearing and the well itself. Sango was worried; they had left for a very short amount of time, and Kagome was not here. A villager had asked them to go and exterminate a youkai that was living beneath their house a few miles from the village on the opposite side of it from the well. They had figured Kagome would go to Kaede's hut if they were not there waiting for her when she returned. They had proceeded directly to Kaede's to find the old woman by herself with no news of Kagome. They went to the well to wait, and now it was dark out, making them terribly worried.

Sango wanted to go and see if she was okay, but could not go through the well without either Kagome or Inuyasha. Kagome was on the other side, so she wasn't an option, and Inuyasha was too angry with her for mating with his brother. She could understand why the hanyou was mad; Sesshoumaru was, after all, an enemy. But she knew that wasn't even it. He would have been just as angry if it had been anyone else she had coupled with. Sango's blood boiled because she knew that the stupid hanyou expected her to just keeping waiting for him. Well, now she wasn't anymore, and they may have lost her for good. She would eventually be drawn to the taiyoukai because of their bond and Sango knew that somewhere in there, Kagome held some sort of feelings for Sesshoumaru. She had known right off that the kind-hearted girl could not kill him, even if she had pretended for a moment that she could. Sango had the feeling that Kagome was not in her time at all, but somewhere in the western lands, where Sesshoumaru's enchanted castle was. A barrier that was not detectable and made the castle invisible protected the castle from unwanted visitors or attacks. Only ones of the royal blood could see it, and therefore could get in. Sango had been told about all of these things before, and she remembered how some of the more powerful inuyoukai's had some magical power too, able to do spells and the such. She had absolutely no proof, but only a strong feeling that Sesshoumaru had hidden his and Kagome's presences long enough to get her out of range and then to his castle.

Suddenly Inuyasha stood and started toward the well with slow, precise steps. Sango smiled softly, thankful the pain in the ass had finally decided to check and see. If he came back quickly and by himself, her suspicions would prove valid and maybe even correct. Then she would tell him what she thought, but right now he would only get angry at her and probably be more stubborn about going in the well to get her. Sango settled back against the tree and heard movement not far from her. She kept her eyes closed and her senses alert, waiting to see if the monk dare touch her. She was uncertain and disconcerted when nothing happened. She cracked an eye open a little and found him sitting close to her, his cursed hand in his lap. He was staring at it with a lost look, almost sad. She watched as he traced the hole beneath the prayer beads with a fingertip and felt a yearning to comfort him. She felt a certain kinship with him; both of them were orphaned lost spirits whose souls needed comforting. They had both lost their parents to Naraku and looked to the next day with dread in their hearts. She sighed and laid a hand over his cursed one, watching his reaction closely. His eyes were unreadable, not the usual lecherous look he gave her when he was about to do something perverted.

"Sango…" he whispered and used his good hand to cover hers, caressing it lightly, making tingles go up her arm. She didn't know why, but this moment was so different, like a once in a lifetime chance she would not get again for a very long time, if ever. So she boldly scooted closer to him until their bodies were touching and lifted his cursed right(?) hand around and behind her, wrapping it around her and placing it safely on her hip. She leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder, somehow comforted. She did not mind at all when his hand squeezed her hip lightly but did not stray from that spot. His legs were crossed and his other, normal hand in his lap. She surprised herself with her own audacity when she rested her left hand on his thigh and used her right hand to trace the lines and creases in his palm. She marveled at her hands softness from the stuff Kagome had given her and smiled softly. He seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because his next question reflected it.

"How did you get your hands so soft with all of the calluses you must have had from Haraikotsu?" His voice sounded far off and oddly pitched, lower and than normal. When she answered him, her own voice was courser than normal and different.

"Kagome gave me some stuff that you rub on your hands to make them that way. She called it `moist-er-eye-zer'. She said it smells good as well, the one she gave me is called Mango's." Sango felt her hand being pulled up to his face and his breaths tickled the delicate, still slightly callused skin. He inhaled deeply and smiled seductively.

"Still smells sweet." He kissed her palm and closed her fingers over it. "Tastes sweet too." She blushed and he gently set her hand down on his lap to wipe a strand of hair back into the bunch behind her ears. She looked demurely at her hands and tried not to turn every shade of red known to man. He lifted her chin with gentle fingers and looked deep into her eyes, keeping her there. Her lips parted gently and her breathing rate increased, along with her heart, which felt about ready to jump out her throat.

"Sango, I know I have been a very lecherous man. I promise you I will not always be like that, this moment being apart of that. Would you mind if I kissed your lips?" Sango thought any moment she was going to die, she was sure. Her heart was racing faster than if she had run miles without stopping. His heat pulled her closer to him still and she nodded, unsure of how to answer in words. Speech was impossible at the moment anyway. The hand under her chin stroked the side of her face lightly and then he was leaning closer, so close she could not look into his eyes because it hurt. Her eyes shut and his lips met hers gently, lovingly sweet. He kissed her long and slow, deepening it only when she started to respond to him. Her lips tasted of honey and melons, making him hungry for more. His tongue slipped into her mouth and flicked along the roof and then down the side of hers. She followed his retreat with her tongue and found herself wanting more. Her right hand managed to slid into his hair to hold him still while she pressed her lips harder into his, catching him offgaurd. But he was equal to that and soon they were dueling back and forth, their fury rising higher and higher.

A loud cough broke into their fun and they saw an angry hanyou staring down on them, trying not to grin. His arms were crossed as usual inside his sleeves and his eyes were half-closed as he looked down on them. Sango slowly stood, straightening her clothing, unable to meet Inuyasha's eyes. Miroku, on the other hand, stood brushing himself off and had the nerve to walk directly to the hanyou and look him straight in the eye as if nothing had happened.

"Did you get Kagome? Where is she?" he asked pleasantly, almost too pleasant. Inuyasha's face blackened and his eyes grew dark.

"She left home a while ago, is what her mother told me, hardly a few minutes after we left. She said that she saw her go right into the well house and that she didn't emerge. So, she's either here somewhere, or there's a backdoor out of the old well house, which there isn't." His voice was calmer than Sango expected and she realized that the poor dog demon thought it was his fault. She looked up from where she was bending over putting out the fire.

"I think I know where she is." Sango said, waiting to be pounced on by an expectant inuyoukai.

~**~

Kagome sighed for the umpteenth time as she wondered about love. And Sesshoumaru. And Inuyasha. And what in the world she had said earlier in the hall. What was that? She could remember it clearly, as if she had memorized it, but she hadn't even ever heard it until she had recited it in the hall. It had sounded like an incantation for something… but what she didn't know. They walked into another room, this one rectangular and about the size of a small house. It did not have the high ceilings of the dining hall, but instead a beautiful blue sky painted clearly with enormous detail on it. There was a clear glass door that went all the way across the room that showed the outside with sunlight making separate particles distinguishable. The wall on the left side was only decorated with a beautiful, light green color, a huge bureau with a tall mirror that was about ten feet tall and five feet wide taking up the space next to the wall.

She stepped forward onto a plush rug that should not have existed in this time, yet it felt so springy, and then she looked closer and realized that her rug was emerald green grass! It was thick enough that it sprang back up after she had stepped off of it. She pulled her shoes off and dug her toes into it, thoroughly enjoying it. She investigated further and found on the right side of the room was a large cabinet that when opened, held many different weapons and armor. She realized that there were two separate parts to the armory and weapons. There were smaller duplicates of everything in there. She came to the end of it where there was a place for two swords, a set of armor, and a bow. The quiver was already there and she recognized it as the one that complemented her bow. She remembered the bow still in her hand and carefully set it on the hook and notches, finding that it fit perfectly. Simply out of curiosity, she picked up the smaller version of the swords that were in the case. It was a simple one; nothing special about it, except that it looked oddly like the larger one would fit Sesshoumaru's hand perfectly. So she hefted the smaller sword and found it was just as she had somehow suspected, it fit her hand like a glove. The weight was perfect, light enough for her to handle without a problem, if she knew how to handle one. She set it down, eyes wide, and turned back to her left. There, by the clear wall that separated this room from the outside, sat a large bed with a dark blue canopy and sheets.

"Oh, My, God." She whispered each word out slowly. The canopy was pulled back on one side and the bed exposed to view. There on the bed were at least dozens of red roses, twisting to the ground and around anything they could. Other flowers accented the pretty roses, including a few large daffodils, which were scattered throughout on the bed. She numbly picked up a particularly large daffodil and inhaled its sweet scent, unable to completely register all that she was seeing.

Sesshoumaru watched her joy as she saw the room, felt the grass under her cute toes, and studied the room's contents. When she got to the bed, he thought for a moment she would faint. Her whispered words did not pass over his sharp ears. But she had made her way unsteadily to it and picked up a daffodil, surprising him. He always thought females liked roses the best. Kagome seemed to be enjoying the daffodils the most; she was different in so many ways that it seemed logical that her favorite would be different. He permitted a small smile on his face when she found the jewels that sat up by the pillow and gasped aloud. She picked up the diamond piece that he planned to have fit into her tiara and inspected it with awe. She gave him a quick, totally stricken glance before going and inspecting every single jewel, paying the most attention to the emerald. He watched as she turned that over and over in her hand, watching as its faceted face sparkled at her, glowing in her iridescent sapphire eyes. She seemed at a total loss for words and then decided none were needed as she set them all down and stood, taking the few steps to stand directly in front of him. Her confused, questioning eyes did all the speaking needed. He ignored the questions in her eyes and instead walked to what looked like a bare part of the wall on the right side, save a gigantic picture of Sesshoumaru in his larger form. He ran expert fingers down the right side of the picture and it swung out, revealing the largest wardrobe/closet area she had ever seen. On the left were outfits much like the one Sesshoumaru had on now, and quite a few replicas of it. There were others in there too, some ornate, some beautifully colored, some simple but of a rich material. Slowly became smaller and smaller, finally ending at a peak with the right side. There her eyes took in the site of the most glamorous and magnificent dresses she had ever seen. Many at the end matched the clothes Sesshoumaru had, but four at the beginning were ones that did not have a counterpart, but all would go with his usual outfit that he wore. All were cut differently and were decorated differently or had different colors or trim on them. And every dress seemed like just by looking that they would fit her perfect, many accenting her curves.

She felt warm breath on her neck and stiffened as an arm reached past her from behind to separate the dresses. There she saw a few outfits of different types to wear while working out, or something of that idea. She placed her fingers over her mouth when she caught site of two of them, both with short skirts and loose blouses. They looked oddly a lot like her school outfit… She giggled when she realized this and pulled out one of them. It had a pleated short skirt, the exact length of her skirt. The blouse was loose with a sailor's knot tied in the center, though she did notice that it was slightly more revealing than her own clothes. The major difference between this and her outfit was that it had blue trim where hers was trimmed in green. She found another, cut slightly differently, each time noting the differences and trying to decide which one she liked. She stopped right in the middle of this and almost smacked herself. What, was she thinking she was actually going to have any of these things? She stepped back without remembering that Sesshoumaru was standing right behind her and bumped into him. He wrapped a long arm around her waist and bent his face near her ear.

"You may pick the ones you like best and have more made of those ones, or, if they all displease you, you may make up your own design which you will have to supervise that making of." He slipped away from her and she let out a shaky breath. His breath on her neck, his body so close to hers, his strong arms all made her feel weak and giddy. Her breathing was uncontrolled and her heart beat irregular.

He smirked as he made his way along the row of dresses to find the one he wanted. He was happy with the way she reacted to him. She seemed almost overwhelmed, which was how he would be feeling too if he did not control it. Finally he spied the silver glint that he was looking for. He pulled it out and stood behind her again, watching as she shut her eyes while he held it up to her, his arms holding the dress in front of her.

She caught a glimpse of the dress he pulled out but shut her eyes to try and control her feelings from overtaking her. She felt as if she was being buffeted by a sea-bound wind that smelled so sweet and intoxicating. It dared her and taunted her, wanted her to react. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at the dress, gasping. It was made of the most brilliant silver material, with a white bodice and a section of the front that went to the floor. It had green trim that would go magnificently with the emeralds.

"I will not often ask you to dress any certain way, but tonight I would like have you wear this. I will have the jeweler make a necklace and earrings out of the emerald gem you seemed to adore so." She was speechless as she intently studied the dress to keep her mind off of the demon behind her that was driving her mad. She could feel his arousal on her back and did her best to ignore it, loving the way the dress would show off her cleavage without actually making it apparent. The design of the dress was so subtle and the technique so flawless…

Her next thoughts were abandoned when her hair was brushed off her neck gently, making her shiver. All of her nerves were on fire from trying to ignore her arousal. He ran his warm fingers down her arm, sending tingles all through her skin. He left her wrist to trace the line of the hem of her shirt. She sucked her stomach in, being ticklish, and he laid his hand warmly across her flat stomach. His tongue was licking and flicking her nerves on her neck and she unconsciously tipped her head so he could get a better vantage. He nibbled her pulse while her hand slipped up and found his neck, stroking lightly behind his ear. She heard him growl lowly in approval and so ran her fingertips over the edge of his pointed ear. He purred deep in his chest, making it reverberate through her and send heat through her. His right hand traveled beneath her shirt up and under her bra, making her moan when his fingers grazed the sensitive nipple. His left hand traveled low, in between her legs and pushing lightly on her spot of ecstasy. She cried out and he felt her already moist down there, even through her skirt. He reached beneath that and traveled up her thigh, to her crevasse and pushed against it and out, rubbing her spot again. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow; he could feel her heart pounding right through her back and against his chest. He inhaled her sweet scent and thought he may be able to drown in it. He used skilled fingers to rub and flick the nub he could feel beneath her underwear, as she made cute mewing like noises, making him grow harder still. His fingers pinched and rubbed her breasts, and his other hand brought forth her orgasm quickly, her final outburst almost a scream. He stilled his hands and waited for her to stop shaking before slipping in front of and kissing her delicious lips, Her face was flushed and she was still panting a little. He didn't know what he liked more sometimes, her sensuous responses to his pleasuring or being pleasured by her. When her hand slid to his bulge in his pants, he decided he didn't care, both were great.

Kagome had never been so delirious in her life. Forcing herself to wait had made her much more sensitive and responsive. She had lost all sense of self when his fingers had touched her secret place. It had taken many moments before she had come back to earth when she had burst forth, and still a few more moments to regain what little composure possible. So, since he had tortured her so, it was his turn now. She ran her fingers lightly over the hardness in his pants, deepening his kiss. He seemed surprised but did not reject her by any means. She slid her fingers deep within his hair, tickling the nerves at the back of his neck. Her other hand ran across him again, making him growl into the kiss. She tried not to grin but when she pulled back, the grin was stuck on her features as if painted there. She led him to the bed and motioned for him to sit, standing over him. He did, almost surprising her with how docile the usual furiously proud demon lord was acting. She loosened his pants and managed to get them off before kissing him again. Then her nimble fingers went to work on the haori, eventually getting that off, with a little help from him when the armor was involved. For a moment she just stood and stared at the perfect body in front of her. Finally she lifted the edges of her blouse and agonizingly slowly lifted it over her head. She watched to see his reaction and was congratulated by the yearning desire in his eyes that flamed to life. Then she twisted to get the button in the back of her skirt and very slowly undid each and every one. She could see that she was getting the effect she wanted and let her skirt drop to the floor. His eyes drank in her flushed body, seeming to memorize very detail. Her hair curtained them as she came forward, staring into his eyes and kissing his lips thoroughly. She gently knocked him back onto the bed, which he could have easily resisted and crawled over him, grinning sweetly. He gave her an almost amused look until she reached for his hair and pulled it aside the way he had. She sucked on all the nerve endings in his neck before taking his ear in her mouth and sucking. He growled and she smiled, letting her free nipples brush his hard chest. He brought his hands up to caress her, but she took a gentle hold of his wrists and held them to the sides. They both knew he could easily overpower her, but he let her do what she wanted, waiting to see what exactly she was doing. It made the experience that much more sensual and arousing. He felt her purposely move her body back and forth slightly, brushing the end of his erect member. He growled again but it turned to a purr when she continued to suck his ear gently. She took it in her teeth and bit it lightly, making shock waves go through him. Once she was sure he was not going to move his hands, she let them go and used one arm to prop herself up just enough so their bodies only brushed sensuously as she moved. Her hands traveled down his naked body, stopping to tweak his nipples, surprising him when another shockwave went through him.

When her hand grasped his aching shaft he felt as if lightening was shaking him. He could only feel and touch and smell, all other senses seemed to deplete and vanish. All sense of being was gone and all he felt was the intense pleasure. Somewhere in his brain he realized she had gone down lower and that it was her mouth that gripped him and shook his very being.

"Ka-go-me…" He choked out. She decided she liked to see him helpless and so emotional like this. She would have to turn this into an art form. She sucked harder and slid all of his length into her warm mouth, feeling his body grow tense before shuddering as he released into her throat. She slid him out of her mouth and slipped up onto the bed next to him, smiling into his sightless face. Finally he opened his eyes and stared into her proud ones.

"Where did you learn to do that?" He asked in a low voice. She shrugged and saw how his eyes were drawn from her face lower as her movement made her breasts bounce. She blushed and fought back the age-old desire to cover oneself from view.

"I don't know. I just went with instinct. Its not like I've practiced since we were… `together'." Though the term did not specify he knew what she meant. It was her first time last time and she was saying that this was only her second. He was heartily looking forward to seeing what else she could learn, if she could learn that quickly…

"I believe it is my turn again." He announced in a low voice before catching her surprised lips in a kiss. If she had those kinds of surprises for him, he had to make sure and pay her back fully.

~**~

Wow. I dunno where that came from. Hope everyone enjoys my latest try at a lemon! I think I'm finally getting better at it!

RyuuAngel