InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Twist ❯ Paperwork ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own anything… especially not Inuyasha

 

A/N: A OneShot Yashita/Kagome lemon set within the `Time Lapse' universe, offered to the luscious Angelgoddess as a belated b-day present.

 

This ficlet has absolutely nothing to do with the main storyline, and is a pure, unadulterated excuse for smut.

 

Also posted on Live Journal May 25, 2006.

 

 

Paperwork

 

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Yashita rocked back in his chair and contemplated the matched set of grooves in his desk top. The fresh damage was pale against the oxidized wood; he distantly wondered how long it would take before news of this latest loss of control reached Sessaki. Damn…it's so fucking hard… He glanced down at his crotch, where physical evidence of his agitation strained against the zipper of his fatigues, and left another set of gouges as he pushed out of his chair and stalked over to the window to glare out at the inoffensive gardens.

 

Sessaki hadn't told him that Kagome would be at the Academy that day, had just let him take his squad of pimply-faced, knock-kneed cadets out onto the obstacle course to run through the simulated fire exercise. He'd heard the whine of her motorcycle engine, and could only watch helplessly as she rolled past without a glance in his direction into the parking courtyard. All morning, he had barely noticed what the cadets were doing because he was so distracted by his senses straining for the slightest contact even out there on the Academy grounds.

 

As soon as he could, he'd handed the cadets over to his junior officer and returned to the building. Her scent was tantalizingly scattered throughout the corridors and dojos; he slipped into hunting mode and stalked his bitch…until he ran straight into the wolf.

 

Kogashu stood directly in his path, arms crossed, spell-darkened eyes intent. “You won't get within twenty feet of Kagome, so you might as well relax before you pop a gasket…or go youkai…” He took a step backward as Yashita's eyes flashed red and his hair briefly flickered silver.

 

“It's none of his fucking business…”

 

“You can barely control yourself, mutt-face. After the elevator incident, he doesn't trust you to not fuck her in a public place.”

 

“She was more than willing, the elevator was jammed…and it still isn't any of his…”

 

“He begs to differ, and told me to inform you that you'll be confined to the fortress if you don't get a grip.”

 

With great effort, Yashita stopped himself from pummelling the wolf into bloody pulp, reasoning that he should save his energy for taking out his brother, who was the real reason for his frustration. He turned away from Kogashu and disappeared into his office to try and lose himself in paperwork. Fat lot of good that did. His youkai kept parading vivid, increasingly erotic images through his mind, until he was snarling furiously, his groin unbearably tight…and his desk collecting an impressive array of claw marks.

 

The hanyou punched the windowframe, listened to the glass rattle with satisfaction, and considered going through the opening to try to run off his spectacular case of blue balls. To have held her so close, to have tasted her skin, to have felt her shiver delicately under his hands, to have lost himself in her sweet mouth…Fuck! So not helping… Yashita squeezed his eyes shut, grimly contemplating yet another evening of taking the problem in hand…

 

“Hello, koibito. Thinking of taking up landscape design?” He spun towards her soft, slightly husky voice. The object of his desire, of his fantasies, leaned against the doorframe, smiling a slow, sexy smile, and he nearly creamed himself on the spot. Kagome straightened up, and stepped into the office, closing the door firmly behind her. “You must be somewhat preoccupied; I've been lurking here for at least five minutes admiring you.”

 

He tore his eyes away from her curves, and put his back to her. “Kagome…it isn't safe for you to be around me right now. You'd better go…and quickly.” He heard her breathing accelerate…and then the `click' of the bolt being shot home on the door. He tried again, his youkai clawing its way up into his throat, turning his voice into a guttural snarl. “I'm not in control right now…Sessaki will bust my ass and send me to the fortress if I touch you…” Under his hair, his ears were twisted so hard in her direction that they actually hurt, waiting for the door to unlock, open and close, so he could howl his frustration, throw himself through the window and run…run away from his want, his need…

 

The sound of fabric dropping to the floor whispered around the blood surging in his ears. Sock-clad feet padded softly towards him; he flung out his arms and drove his claws into the wood of the windowframe to stop himself from pouncing. Slender, finely muscled arms slid around him to clasp in front of his chest and squeeze gently and then Kagome pressed her body against him. Yashita sucked air between his teeth, anchored himself by his claws, forcibly preventing himself from twisting violently and taking her down on the floor…but then her hands caressed down his torso, and nimble fingers undid the clasp of his camouflage trousers, easing them open and releasing some of the pressure. When her hand cupped his throbbing shaft, he snarled and cracked the venerable wood with the force of his clenching fists.

 

Kagome's fingers stroked until his knees shook, her other hand working its way up under his khaki t-shirt to lightly tease his nipple, all the while slowly grinding her hips against him from behind. Yashita arched his spine, his head falling back onto her shoulder as he groaned deeply, his toes curling inside his boots.

 

“Kosaru and I warded your office this afternoon while we were supposed to be on a break; even if Sessaki was here, he can't get in to stop me. He means well, but it's none of his damn business if I want to jump my husband in his office on a summer afternoon…I know that you felt you could do better than the floor of an elevator, but we have to take what we can get…” she purred into his shoulder blade, increasing the slow tempo of her caresses. Her tongue swirled a pattern up the side of his neck as she continued her attentions to his body. “I will let him bust you, however, for not wearing at least a regulation fundoshi…”

 

Unable to form a coherent response, he moaned instead and bit off a whine when she squeezed him a little more firmly while continuing to stroke him languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. She worked his t-shirt up higher, bunching it under his armpits…then there was soft, warm, naked flesh pressing against his back, and all his nerve endings went on high alert. He thrust against her hand, a near-sobbing groan forced through his gritted teeth.

 

He lifted his head from her shoulder and tried to grip control by the throat as it receded into the red gathering at the corners of his vision. At that moment, he realized that he was on full display to anyone walking past his ground floor office window, spreadeagled, his trousers around his thighs and being languidly jerked off by a topless woman. “Kagome?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Better close the blinds…”

 

“Oops.”

 

She released him with one hand, reached and yanked on the string, bringing down the bamboo slats with a clatter, then returned to her previous activity. He bowed his head down to his chest as nearly all the blood raced south and his instincts clamoured to follow. “Kagome…are you sure…?”

 

“I wouldn't be here, never mind doing this if I wasn't sure.” She emphasized her words with another squeeze and a light tug. As he pulled his claws out of the woodwork and turned, she released him and stepped back.

 

His breath caught in his throat. Kagome faced him, her grey eyes darkened with arousal, the hakama of her black instructor's gi slung perilously low on her hips because the top that had held it up was now on the floor along with her bra. His eye was drawn directly to the satiny skin below her navel, and he swallowed at the hint of dark curls just barely visible above the concealing fabric. She stood proudly, her chin up, and shook her glossy waist-length hair back over her shoulders, watching him closely for his reaction.

 

Yashita gulped, and stepped towards her. Kagome smiled softly and met him half-way, gripping his t-shirt and stretching up to pull it over his head. As she reached, he freed his hands first and circled her slender waist, obligingly tossing his head free of the fabric. Kagome rested her hands on his shoulders, slid them around to the back of his neck, and began threading the length of his braid through her fingers until she reached the restraining thong and released it.

 

He closed his eyes and pressed his face into her warm, bare shoulder, drinking in her scent, waiting until his hair was loose and rippling down his back before completely dropping the concealment spell. Kagome sighed, and pressed herself fully against him, her erect nipples sensitized and tingling. Yashita slipped his arms fully around her, wrapping her in a soul-melding embrace and buried his face in the side of her neck, letting her warmth, her scent permeate his being. Her lips began lightly kissing his chest, breathing endearments into his skin.

 

In the semi-darkness, her eyes were nearly black as she cupped his face, running her thumbs over his cheek stripes, searching his eyes for permission. He watched, mesmerized by the tip of her tongue as it swept over her moist, pink lips just before she leaned into him and kissed first one stripe, then the other. He twined his claws into her hair, moaned softly as her lips and tongue wove down his throat…then shuddered when her hands slowly stroked down his body to his hips and began lightly tracing the dark blue tendrils curling on his skin.

 

He was even more startled when she dropped away from him, and her bangs tickled the taut skin of his stomach, her wet, teasing tongue tracing the curling ribbon of blue downwards, his trousers tugged lower until she could reach the point where the stripe began its spiralling coil around his muscular thigh.

 

Yashita stood in his dimly-lit office, paralyzed by the sensations of warm, wet mouth and warm breath following the paths that marked his skin…her breasts rubbed against the front of his thighs as her hands stroked until he was sure that he wouldn't be able to stay upright for much longer.

 

When Kagome licked his tip, and then took him into her mouth, he growled and twisted handfuls of dark hair, panting roughly, now really sure he was going to collapse…and then she began to lap, to stroke, to run her teeth lightly around the sensitive circling ridge…and his knees shook violently, along with his hands. Her fingers were not idle, either; they caressed the base of his shaft, traced the patterns of his beast on his flanks, sending electrical jolts to the base of his brain. Yashita tipped his head back, letting out a long, low moan…and then she pulled him deeper into her hot, wet mouth and the sensation nearly blew his mind.

 

Once, twice, three times she worked him with her lips and tongue and hands, and then he gave a short, guttural growl and pulled away, lifting her to her feet in a smooth motion and kissing her furiously, hungrily, pressing her against him as if he could pull her inside his skin and keep her there. Claws worked at the knot of her hakama, and it finally loosened, allowing the fabric to drop away and puddle around her ankles. Kagome stepped out of it as he backed her up against the desk and dropped to his knees, pressing kisses across her firm belly from hip to hip, encouraging her to widen her stance by running his claws delicately up her inner thighs. She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders, and then slender fingers worked their way into his hair until they reached the base of his ears, rubbing firmly until he groaned into her skin.

 

Then it was Kagome's turn to moan and rock her hips as he nuzzled into her short curls and began tasting her, licking with long, slow strokes, growling ferally as her scent overwhelmed him. She had to abandon his ears to grip the edge of the desk with whitening knuckles as he increased the tempo, his hands stroking up her body until they cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples into hard buds. She tensed, arched her whole body and rose up onto her toes when he nibbled on the swollen centre of her heat…and then a tremour shot through her from head to toe and she quickly clapped a hand over her own mouth to muffle her scream.

 

Kagome whimpered; Yashita glanced up while not ceasing his sweet torment, her hips bucking wildly against his mouth. She was flushed, sheened with moisture, her nipples erect…and his youkai howled. He braced her as he slowly slid up her body until his erection throbbed against her entrance, and she squirmed, trying to rub along its length. She slipped her hand up around the back of his neck and rested her cheek against his. “Please, Yash…I need you inside me…” she breathed.

 

“Koishii…” He clasped her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, then reached in between to guide himself into her. He tried to make it slow, this first entry in far too long, but as soon as her slick velvet walls closed around him, gripped him, pulled him even deeper inside her, he was lost. He curled his spine and drove himself in while she moaned his name, until their silver and black curls mingled, and he gathered her against him.

 

For a long moment, they clung to each other, hearts pounding slightly out of sync, sweat mingling, and then his hand slid up her back, under her hair, cupped the nape of her neck and tilted her face up for a long, hot, wet kiss. Yashita splayed his hand across the back of her hips and pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. Kagome gasped against his mouth, shuddered, tried to pull him even closer, and he lowered her onto the desk's surface, nibbling and suckling her breasts, slowing his rhythm as the cradle of her hips opened up. He tried to concentrate on breathing, staying in control…he wanted to make this moment last…

 

The paper of the reports and documents crackled under their bodies as he slowly, leisurely, made love to her there in his darkened office, his whole being consumed by her heat, her scent, her mewled encouragements and gasped endearments. Kagome ran her hands under his hair to clutch at his back, worked her fingers up his scalp until she rubbed his ear in time with his thrusts, encouraging him to speed up.

 

Her body tensed, legs tightening around his waist, fingernails digging into his flesh. He kissed a path up over her collarbone, up the column of her throat, nipped her chin until he looked into her hooded dark eyes and kissed her flushed cheeks. Holding her gaze, he picked up his pace, watching her eyes widen and then she arched her back. Her body gripped him hard, and he pounded into her as she screamed, clawing at his back. The strength of her body's response broke the fine chains holding his youkai in check, and he snarled, his eyes bleeding red, the ragged stripes on his face and body widening…and he yanked her hips tightly against his groin as he came into her with five centuries worth of repressed desire.

 

For a very long moment, the only sound was their laboured breathing and their pounding heartbeats. Yashita began lightly, gently kissing the side of her neck, flicking his tongue out and lapping up the sweat beading on her skin, then raised his head and they kissed, long, slow and sweet, deep with contentment and affection. “Thank you, koishii,” he whispered, and felt her smile against his lips.

 

“It was my pleasure, Inuyasha,” she whispered back, stroking her hands over his back, smiling gently into his golden eyes. He held her tightly, kissed her thoroughly, pressed his forehead against hers, nuzzled her cheek. He began to pull out; she stopped him with a muffled complaint. Conscious of the fact that his trousers were still down around his knees, he picked her up, locking her hips against his, turned and shuffled carefully to sit down in his desk chair. His very naked, very warm and very affectionate wife straddled his lap as she cuddled against his chest, her dark head tucked under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him; she returned the embrace as tightly as she could.

 

Her wriggling reminded him that they were still intimately joined and then she deliberately ground her hips against his before walking her fingers up his chest and nibbling on his chin. “I don't have to be home for a while yet, koibito…”

 

He gave her a slow answering smile; his heavy-lidded eyes gave him the look of a feral predator, and a shiver went up her spine. “Good…because I have a few centuries to make up for…” He leaned in to nibble on her earlobe as she twirled his sidelock around her fingertip. She breathlessly groaned, as her nipples hardened and tingled when his lips found a particular spot just under her jaw, while she rubbed her thumbs over his chest until he inhaled sharply and growled lightly. His hands cupped her hips, and pulled her down firmly even as he thrust up. His dark amber eyes glimmered in the light as he repeated the action until she was writhing and panting, then leaned in to purr against her throat, “Mine…”