InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Twist ❯ Balancing Act ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

A/N: For my `evil twin', Alterfano, who is supportive, creative, and delightfully perverted in the very best ways!

 

This is from the `Time Lapse' universe, and is nothing more than an excuse for Kagome and Inu to get it on whilst wearing their motorcycle leathers. An alternate sex scene for Chapter 59, `Riding Lessons', if you will.

 

First posted on Live Journal on October 5, 2006

 

Balancing Act

 

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The setting is inside the garage at the Sunset Shrine in the waning hours of the Night of the New Moon, after the motorcycle tour of Tokyo.

 

Putting down her helmet outside the door, she squeezed through the narrow space between him and the workbench. While Inuyasha balanced the bike, Kagome snapped the kickstand fully into position and turned the front forks slightly to the left. “Okay… you can let the stand take the weight now.” He allowed the motorcycle to settle, and she waited for him to exit the shed.

 

Instead, he turned and caught her in his arms, hugging her close. “Thank you, koishii. Now I understand why you enjoy riding this thing.” The arms around her didn't loosen; instead, they shifted to hold her more intimately, his splayed hands moulding her to him. Kagome held her breath, hoping she guessed his intentions correctly, and then relaxed into his embrace. Inuyasha began humming deep in his throat, and his lips whispered along the shell of her ear until he caught the lobe in his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. She closed her eyes and stroked her fingers across the smooth leather of his jacket, the thick, dark braid of hair hanging down his back swishing audibly with his movements. Bringing up both hands to cup his face, she ran her thumbs along his jaw line and then lightly traced the edges of his human ears with her fingertips before stroking along his shoulders.

 

His mouth and breath were warm on her skin, and as she arched her neck to give him better access, he took the opportunity to unzip her jacket. Gently bending her over backwards, he kissed across her collarbone and pushed her tank strap aside to reach the Jewel scar, all the while slowly grinding his leather-restrained bulge against her belly.

 

Kagome softly moaned from his attentions, and reached to open his jacket, to bring his warmth closer to her body. She slipped her hands inside the sleek garment, conscious of the contrast between the silky lining and the soft weave of his cotton tank. Kissing the divot at the base of his throat, she smiled when his contented sigh rumbled through her lips, changing to a bit of a growl when she worked the tank out of his waistband and ran her fingertips over his bared flesh. He smells so good… leather; forest glades… warm skin… mmmmm… She pushed his shirt up, used the pads of her fingers to outline his sculpted abdominals and defined pectorals. He arched his back when her lips and teeth caused his nipples to instantly and achingly harden.

 

“Uhhhhh… I can feel that all the way to my toes…” he groaned, his hands pressing their bodies even closer. As he shuddered, Kagome moved with him, heat pooling between her thighs while her tongue danced over him, utterly turned on by his responsiveness to her touch. Inuyasha moved her back slightly, then reached between them to pop the clasp of her fly and lower the zipper, then flattened his palm against her belly and slid his hand into her trousers. Plunging his fingers into her slick folds, he braced her hips with the other hand as he slowly rubbed over her most sensitive flesh before sliding even deeper. Pressing heated kisses to her neck and face, he couldn't suppress an arrogant smirk as she stiffened and gasped, then bucked hard against his hand; he held her close while she jerked and whimpered into his skin.

 

“Inu… yasha… let's go in… please?” she pleaded, shuddering as his thumb twisted ever so slightly and sent jolts of pleasure through her body.

 

“ `M already in…” he murmured back, lost in the heat, the wet, the tiny shocks radiating through her with every movement of his fingers. Hot damn, sometimes being clawless has its advantages… His other hand slowly smoothed up under her tank top, tracing the contours of her back, steadying her as she rocked urgently against him. Kagome hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers and shoved both them and her panties down over the swell of her hips, trying to give him greater access. She fumbled awkwardly with his fly, distracted by his nimble fingers, but managed to unzip the heavy black cowhide and ease both the trousers and underlying boxers down his body. The feel of the smooth leather sliding past the soft skin and hard muscles of his buttocks and thighs kicked her arousal into a higher gear, and her velvety sheath tightened around his long fingers, wringing a low groan from his throat.

 

Inuyasha barely allowed her slender calloused hand to circle him when he pulled his hips away and turned her around, keeping up the motions of his fingers. The feel of the tight, hot flesh of his erection pressing against her rear distracted her slightly, and she gripped his wrist with one hand while blindly groping for support in the dark shed. His free hand caught her elbow and slid down her arm, guiding her to a cool, slick surface that she quickly identified as the gas tank of her motorcycle. He swept her hair to one side and mouthed the nape of her neck while positioning himself behind her.

 

“Oh!” she gasped, then keened his name long and brokenly as he gently synchronized the pumping of his fingers inside her with the pulses of his hips. Bracing herself with both hands on the motorcycle, she cried out and rose up onto her toes, pushing hard against him when he guided his shaft into her velvet heat. Crouching slightly to accommodate her smaller stature, Inuyasha curled himself around her, his fingers rhythmically caressing her nub and then snaked his other hand up under her tank to cup one breast, rolling the hard nipple between his fingertips until she was gasping and her knees were shaking.

 

Just when she was sure her body couldn't be wound any tighter, his hand moved down her torso to grip her hip, hard, as his short, powerful thrusts picked up momentum… and she felt the motorcycle beneath her hands start to lose its equilibrium and sway dangerously. “Inuyasha… the bike…” she gasped out; he grunted, his face buried against her leather-clad back, and abruptly swung them both around. Kagome yipped; she flailed in empty air for a moment as they tottered, their balance badly compromised by their clothing and then gratefully found the dusty surface of the work bench under her hands.

 

Inuyasha gently bent her over the work bench until she was supporting most of her weight and his on her elbows, and his powerful frame was curved around her, just like when they earlier rode the streets of Tokyo. It only took him a few moments to re-establish a satisfactory rhythm with both his fingers and his hips, but Kagome was whimpering with a mixture of desire and frustration as she tried to spread her legs in defiance of the clothing binding her thighs.

 

“Brace yourself, koishii…” he muttered, and the hand that had been toying with her breasts slid down her body and again gripped her tightly as he rocked into her with increasing urgency, losing himself in the motion of sliding in and out of her molten core while her breathing became short, and her bundle of nerves became even harder under his touch. In another moment, the sensations of his body pleasuring her simultaneously inside and out sent her over the edge, her muscles rippling tightly around him as she first curled inward and then arched backward, crying out his name. With a shout, he followed her into that white-hot moment, locking her against him with one hand while the other remained buried in her throbbing folds.

 

Inuyasha came back to himself a few minutes later, gasping hoarsely, their hearts thundering in his chest, his thigh muscles screaming from the strain of holding the cramped position, and he realized he was resting nearly his entire weight on Kagome, who was flattened underneath him on the work bench.

 

“Sorry… you… okay?” he rasped, reluctantly withdrawing and straightening his legs, but keeping their naked skin pressed together. Kagome murmured something as she slowly pushed back up onto her elbows and tried to catch her breath. He was about to remove his hand from her wet curls when he felt their joined fluids beginning to warmly trickle down her thighs, and the sensation caused an immediate hot surge into his own groin. Smiling into her shoulder blade as a very naughty idea popped into his mind, he stood so that he could carefully turn her in his arms. Kagome sighed and leaned into his chest; he let her rest there for a minute while he plotted their next position.

 

Hiking his own trousers back up until he could move fairly easily, he splayed one hand across the small of Kagome's back to steady her as he leaned down to yank the red leather below her knees, effectively hobbling her. “Inuyasha, what are you doing?” she asked, wobbling a bit. She could barely see his face in the pale dawn light coming in through the doorway and the dusty windowpane, but there was no mistaking the positively feral grin he flashed at her.

 

“Time to clean up.” With that, he gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the work bench, then took hold of her ankles. Bending her knees, he crouched and ducked his head between her thighs as he flexed her legs open. Resting her calves on his shoulders, he smirked up at her startled expression before going to work with his tongue. Even without his enhanced senses, the heat of her body and the taste of their combined juices had him rock-hard within seconds. For her part, Kagome had a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the bench with one hand, and a handful of braid in the other, her back arched and her head thrown back as she tried to urge him even deeper.

 

Steadying her with one hand curled around her hips, Inuyasha gripped his aching erection with the other and stroked himself to the point of quivering urgency. He waited until she was risking splinters from her sensuous thrashing and her breath was coming in short, gasping pants before he stood up fast within the circle of her legs and happily discovered that the work bench was exactly the right height for his re-entry. Kagome's grey eyes were wide with anticipation in the dim light as he tipped her backwards onto her elbows, her shoulders resting on the window ledge and her head jammed up against the glass in a rather awkward fashion.

 

Smiling down at her, he had barely guided himself home when dawn broke over the eastern skyline, sending dust-swirled shafts of rosy light through the open door of the shed. He stopped dead in mid-thrust, violet eyes flashing to brilliant gold and widening from the shocking surge of power that swept through his body in a hurricane of sensation. He swayed and caught himself by digging his just-returned claws into the work bench. The enticing scent of their lovemaking intensified until his head began to spin, making him feel slightly drunk. The soft squeaking noises of their leather clothing along with Kagome's rapid pulse thundered inside his ears… and the tender skin of her inner thighs brushing against the indigo markings curling over his hips sent electrical tingles shivering over his skin.

 

He had to close his eyes until his senses calmed down… and then Kagome nearly made him collapse anyways by tightening her legs around him, and rolling her hips in a very erotic manner that sent jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Gentle fingers touched his cheek, traced the jagged blue stripe blazoning his skin, and he quickly turned his head and nuzzled her palm. Finally trusting his balance, he opened hazy amber eyes and bent down to kiss her, which brought another erogenous zone into range. As her fingers gently rubbed the base of his fuzzy ear, smoothing the soft fur even as her touch made it stand on end, Kagome's lips parted against his. He drowned in the sweetness of her body for a long moment, until his hips began to thrust in concert with his tongue as he completely lost himself in the heat and slickness of their contact.

 

She whimpered and tried to hold herself fast to the edge of the work bench, but her grip was easily overwhelmed by his strength. “Let me…” he mumbled against her mouth, curling his large hands around her thighs and pulling her urgently against him. Kagome bit her lip, moaning, overwhelmed by the coiling pleasure Inuyasha brought into her body. “Pull up your shirt,” he growled, the vibration rumbling through his body and into her core each time they met; she clumsily obeyed as his movements quickened against her, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. “Touch yourself for me…” His voice trailed off as she obeyed, and then her body clenched, hard, around him. Inuyasha arched his whole being into her as she let go, the waves of her orgasm pulling him even deeper, and Kagome was sure the pane of glass behind her rattled in its frame from the sheer force of his roar.

 

For a long moment, he slumped over her, his hair and ears filling her visual field as he gasped into her breasts, only his shaking arms preventing his full weight from crushing her. Then, just as she wondered if he was going to rouse any time soon so she could breathe properly, he raised his head to give her a crooked smile that allowed a tiny bit of fang to slip over his lip. Sweeping her sweaty bangs off her forehead, he murmured, “Now that's what I call a `riding lesson', koishii…”