InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Noodle Delights! ❯ Delicious Noodles ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hums a little tune as she starts typing out the story for Savory…

Fyrloche…Yes I'm a redhead you dolt! Actually dark red to be technical…*Author sticks her tongue out at him as she runs off with her lover.

Dragon Master 333…Wouldn't you like to know…author yells from a distance, as she gets silenced by an overly amorous dark haired man.

InuyashaSano…giggling...giggling

As the readers hide for various reasons, one daring one watches so that she may tell everyone this. The author does not own Inuyasha and the Food Network as well as Van, the author's lover is responsible for the lemony content of this story.

Delicious noodles…

A miko mused as she started looking for something to fix for her dinner…her mother having gone with her grandfather to watch Souta's baseball game. Despite the slight rain delay, it was going to continue on, and according to her mother. They should be back within the next hour…possibly two.

Thus giving the miko the time to reflect…

It has been almost two weeks of pure humiliation for her as she attended school. Inuyasha being no where to be found, to take things out on, made life exceptionally irritating for the young woman. Her cheeks flush, as she remembers her friends catching her as she is about to enter the classroom, that particular afternoon.

Wondering why they stopped her, the three girls guard, their friend with a calm eerie manner as they usher her to the closest bathroom.

“What are you doing….hello!?”

“Kagome, your shirt!”

“What about my shirt Yuka?!”

The young woman turns her friend around, so that she looks into the mirror. “Gee Kagome, I don't know you tell me.” The friend replied with a bit of amusement as she points at her reflection.

Confused for a second, she shrieks in embarrassment once she realizes the state of her shirt. Diving into a bathroom stall to fix it, she realizes something frightening. She's cornered like a rabbit in front of a fox…three foxes to be technical.

“Oh Kagome….you are coming out of there aren't you.” Eri asked evilly. Her mind is whirling with the most personal of questions to ask her friend. Ayumi and Yuka both chuckled, with their own little giggles as they sat and made themselves comfortable in various positions on the bathroom floor, sinks…or counters.

When she had come out, Kagome had immediately tried, to remind them of class, but Ayumi smiled. “I guess you didn't hear Kagome, because you were apparently ahem busy, we had a free period, due to a teacher's meeting about the upcoming festival.”

Groaning loudly, the girl had to endure close to 45 minutes of questions, that she couldn't or wouldn't answer on grounds, that…well….

To put it in plain English, what she and Inuyasha do together stays between them! It didn't matter to the girls one iota though…till this day the three of them have not let up on her one bit!

It was annoying…but still they were right. Inuyasha was indeed gorgeous….

Blushing now at the thought of what had happened on the school roof thanks to him, the miko smiles warmly as fluttery thoughts sink low and deep into her belly. Looking up towards the well house, she lets out a small smile, as a familiar blue light emits.

Smiling as a familiar silvery white head looks out from within the doors, she waits til amber eyes on her.

“Hey wench…”

“Sit boy!” Saying it as soft as she did, Inuyasha is stunned somewhat as he is yanked to the ground with a gentle force. Not hurting as much as it did, he realizes why…

Apparently it had rained…and now he was covered with mud.

“DAMNIT KAGOME!”

“WELL THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR CALLING ME WENCH! MY NAME IS KAGOME NOT WENCH NOT HEY YOU…K A G O M E!”

Growling in irritation, she notices as his eyes, seem to flash with interest at the sound she had made. The red in his eyes swirled and as he got up after the spell worn off, she trembles a little.

Blushing as images of his chest and what had happened on the roof pop forward into her mind, she can tell he is grinning as he can probably smell how hot she has gotten in just these few moments. Turning around rapidly and running into the house, she doesn't realize that her actions could be construed as a mating chase to the hanyou.

So when he is right behind her before she even turns around, she eeps in surprise.

“Don't do that!” She yelled, as she pushed him away momentarily. “And you are not going to track that mud into my mom's house!”

Seeing how the hanyou says nothing and just smiles wider, she runs upstairs to grab her grandfather's robe. Knowing full well her brother was to small, and as to hers or her mother's robes?

Well, the idea of Inuyasha in pink or a pale blue was not normal…it wouldn't have suited him. But her grandfather's plain black one would work just fine.

Running back towards the kitchen, her eyes widen, as she finds a handsome and very naked hanyou standing with his back to her. Almost dropping the robe, at the sight of smooth chiseled skin, and fantastic squeezable ass that she remembers so well, the hanyou chuckles with amusement…

“I know you are there Kagome…like what you see?”

Humiliated, as he had nailed her turbulent emotions on the head, she throws the robe at him with enough force to create a breeze. His laughter warming her, as he shrugs it on over his body, the miko gathers his clothes to throw in the wash….

“There is some left over fettuccini if you would like in the fridge Inuyasha. Help yourself…”

“Fettuc…what?”

“It's a different kind of noodle…wider…bigger…lots more can be done with it try some.” The miko yelled as she went looking for detergent, strong enough to get the mud out.

Hearing the fridge open and close, the miko had finally found what she was looking for and started the washer. His clothes in the process of being clean, the miko walks out to see her hanyou once again standing by the fridge, his claws fingering the noodles with puzzlement.

He does not notice, his loose tying of the robe, makes a certain miko itch to touch.

To untie…to feel every inch of that skin…

Trying to shake her head free of those thoughts, she watches as he tries one. His eyes lighting up like a child would on Christmas day, he grabbed some chopsticks, as he proceeds to throw some in the microwave.

But by then, a certain miko already has plans….for that simple look of innocence over some noodles…was about to meet its match in one of pure sin....

With his back to her now, the miko wastes no time in wrapping her arms around him from behind. Surprised, although not expecting it so soon, he is about to turn around, when he can feel her hands sliding the robe partially off his arms.

Hanging on his body, simply by the loose tie around his waist, the miko slid her hands up and down his back. Her nails skimming the skin that rippled with muscles, she couldn't help but not be stirred as he let out a growling sound of pleasure.

“To paraphrase you Inuyasha…Like that?” She chuckled softly. Her fingers skimming around his sides and to his waist, his breath catches at her light feathery touches. Pressing her body against his backside, he feels the cloth from her tank top, rough but soft at the same time against his flesh.

Leaning his head back as she arches into him, he savors the feeling of her body against his. Her hands now playing with the ties around his waist, it falls to the floor as she undoes it.

Still he does not turn around, the human inside him pressing forth as a forgotten time of month, starts to change his hair from silver to black…

Her hands still playing with his body, the hanyou presses his now human fingers over hers. Her lips upon his shoulders, he tilts his head a little bit as he makes a sound of need. Her lips so close, that standing on her tiptoes, the miko obliges him, by pressing against them with her own.

Strong…sensual…even primal on his human nights, as he is on most others, this Inuyasha unlike before was soft and gentle. She was excited by this…

“Kagome…?” He whispers against her lips. So unsure of himself on his human nights, that the miko knew right now. At this very moment, she had to remind Inuyasha that she didn't care if was human, demon, or hanyou.

She loved all aspects of him…

Kissing him soundly, her body pressed against his back, the miko murmured words of encouragement making his response stronger and surer. Her hands wandering down his body in a teasing exploratory way…he couldn't help but want more.

Light…feathery…gentle inane touches that brush against his nerves. His body although human, soars with as much pleasurable energy as it does with her as a hanyou. Her responses he had thought would change…never did.

And as her murmurs turn to sounds of need, her hands urging him to turn around….

She lets out a pleased sound as he does so. Her hands resuming their search of his body, he jumps as they find their way to his bottom…essentially doing what Miroku always does to their friend.

“Kagome!”

“Hanyou or not Inuyasha…” She murmurs against his lips in pleasure. Her dark eyes looking into his violet ones, with desire, she gives his bottom another squeeze. “I have wanted to do that ever since I saw you bathing…”

His eyebrow rising in humor, as he smiled, he pushes her back against the table. Lifting her up so that she sits upon it easier, he gets between her legs that are parted and surround him with ease…

“And since when…” He murmurs as he starts to play with her pink tank top. “Have you been watching me bathe…?”

Blushing with pure excitement as his lips take a peak within his mouth, the miko lets out a pure of pleasure. Her hands in his dark hair, he knows as she arches her back to offer him more that she is in a high state of need.

Climbing almost on top of her now, a part of him hopes that the table is strong and sturdy. His lips never leaving hers, the human/hanyou presses his naked form against her now. Her sounds of need his hands skim her shirt up more. The need more then ever to feel her skin against his own heats his blood…

Still, his need to prove who was in charge, he stopped and as he moved her shirt up again, he started pressing kiss along her belly.

“You…” He murmurs as he nips at the flesh above her belly button. Her hands wandering where they could reach, her leg raised and holding him close to her on the table. “Have not…”

Kissing further up, he pauses just below her breasts, the skin so inviting, that her nibbles at the indentation between them. He holds her down gently, as she tries to give him more. Her breasts are revealed to his gaze now. Pausing for a moment at the glorious sight before him, he looks up momentarily into her dark eyes, and needs nothing else.

Why?

Because they were filled with nothing but love… So he bends down, and takes a nipple into his mouth. Pulling…tugging ever so tenderly...he hears her soft cries, her whimpering need.

Stopping once again and hearing her protests, he slides the simple white skirt down her legs. Leaving her clad in only her underwear, they were cut high on her hips. Pink and lacy, and soaked with her need…

He smiled…as he slowly peeled them off.

“Inuyassshaaaa….” The girl whimpered as she sat up, aiding him by standing and lifting her feet. Her eyes dazed with need and passion, he simply stands there and looks at her. His eyes studying her body…perusing it…liking what was his and his alone.

“Come here…”

Confused for a second, the hanyou just held out a hand and a finger, and pointed to a spot in front of him. Not liking the order or the way he said it, the miko found her body responding and stirring to his seductive call.

Walking towards him, his breath catches and she smiles. Her breasts and hips swaying with every step that she takes, he drinks in the sight of her. His arms wrapping around her faster then she could blink, he picks her up, and instinctively her legs wrap around his waist.

His body hot and hard and ready to enter her…Kagome whimpers against his lips.

“Now…please…..now…now…”

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Kagome is startled by the phone and almost throws it out the window as she picks it up….

“That was such a nice fantasy…..” She mutters as she talks to her friend.

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Van drives off with author, to not only protect her from rabid fangirls, but to commence on a couple of fantasies of his own….