InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Proposition ❯ All Tied Up: Stay In Bed Kagome! ( Chapter 9 )

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

Okay okay, I know that this took forever and a day to come out and for that I am very sorry! If you guys think that you've been frustrated over the long delay, just think how I feel. I keep seeing all these other brilliant writers putting out a chapter a day and I can't even get one out in a few months! However, I finally had an epiphany about why and while it doesn't change anything, it did make me feel better. It's a rather lengthy explanation so I decided to include it at the end of the chapter. If you are curious, have fun sharing my enlightenment. If not, you don't have to do any tedious scrolling. :)


Well, the votes are in and B wins (8 votes)! ~throws confetti~ yay B!! C had a close second (6 votes) so as a consolation prize there will be a moment or two of MirokuxSango yummyness thrown in. Not a lot, but just a taste because so many of you care.

Now for some reviewer/ writer responses:

Xypherscompany: Okay now you can stop threatening to hurt me and yourself. For the love of god, let go of my leg!.....can I still have the dollar? ~_^;

Ainagirl27: I saw that posted on a wall at work. It wasn't credited to anyone and I really don't want the headache of trying to find out for myself. I really do love that quote because it's so me. My goofiness never ceases to amuse me!

Vashsgurl: Thanks for the suggestion but her Mom already knows. Remember a few chapters ago when her Mom and Kagome had a little chat? Well, after that came the sex talk, that's why she was blushing. So, she has her Mom on her side who I think already knows something in the real story line. That's one smart and caring chick.

Mira: Kagome probably noticed a little after she first woke up. I image she was more relieved than anything; afterall, it saved her life.

Ami-Chan39: Whoo Hoo!!! Inu Yasha plushies!!!! ~dances around hugging them~ All I need is some Gundam Wing plushies and I'm having one heck of a slumber party!!

Inufan : No, I didn't die I'm just like a walking zombie right now. I'm interning for 20 hours a week, working another 20 hours a week plus have classes on top of it. Don't worry though, I refuse to discontinue this story no matter what. Library work is always slow enough for a little chapter work.


HOLY #(%&(! I just realized I have over 100 reviews!! Do you realize that's more than all of the reviews of my others stories combined?! Wow, I guess sex really does sell. Heh, that's kind of the reason this turned out to be a lemon. I was curious if the reason my stories hardly ever got reviewed was because they weren't that great or if everyone was more interested in sex. I guess this is my answer! (it's okay, the first thing I do is limit my search to R too. We're all perverts together!! )





All tied up: Stay in bed, Kagome!
Lady Eclipse





Kagome sighed as she stared out the window. The sky was bright and the sun was inviting yet there she was practically chained to the bed; something she wouldn't put past Inu Yasha if it weren't for the sit command. She restlessly pushed aside her blankets and sat up.
Inu Yasha had wandered off again, presumably to go eat, leaving her blissfully alone. It wasn't that she hadn't appreciated the attention, but after the first couple of days of forced bed rest she began to get restless. The strain that she had inflicted on herself to go visit her friends had left her drained to the point of unconsciousness for the rest of the day. If Inu Yasha had been assiduous about her health before, he was now downright annoying. He left her side only for a quick meal and slept only when she did. His demon senses made it impossible for her to wake up before him.

Kagome swung her legs over the side of the bed and cast another longing glance out the window. Appreciation and empathy for his worry could only hold out so long and hers was at its breaking point.
Kagome worried her lower lip casting a contemplative glance at the door. There was still no sound and it was likely that it would be at least another ten minutes before Inu Yasha satiated himself with her mother's cooking.

A determined grin pulled on her lips and Kagome stood up and decisively walked to her closet. She pulled on some comfortable clothes, slipped on her brown loafers and eased out the door.
Somewhere downstairs she could faintly hear dishes clattering and faint talking. She crept up to the banister and peered down; the coast was clear. Staying low she edged down the stairs one by one stopping occasionally to survey the area. So far, so good; not another person anywhere in sight. Just as her foot touched the last stair, a gruff voice wafted down the hall.
"I know that he's concerned for her welfare, but must he stay in the same house? It's scandalous for a young man to be staying so close to a young, eligible woman." Kagome swung around the banister and ducked behind it flattening herself against the wall. Grandpa walked down the hall muttering to himself. His head was bowed and he was stroking his beard lost in thought.
"He has no excuse for staying here. We are able to give her all the care she needs. Why, in my day the very thought of a young man staying with an eligible young woman..." He moved on continuing to mutter under his breath disappearing into the kitchen.

Kagome led out a sigh of relief then began to slide along the smooth surface of the wall inch by inch, her eyes never still. She reached the corner and chanced a peek around it. The living room was empty but the TV was on droning about some miracle product. Kagome dashed across the room and crouched behind the back of the couch. Her shoulder was beginning to throb and fatigue had stolen the elasticity of her muscles but her goal was in sight and there was no going back now. One hand pressed to her shoulder as a meager act of consolation, she crawled along the length of the couch, her ears straining for the slightest noise.
"...surely such a time saving device is worth a small fortune..." the man on the TV said in too bright tones. Kagome paused at the end of the couch where she got her first view of the front door.
"What are you doing?" Came a youthful voice from overhead. Kagome started so violently that she fell back hard on her butt. She peered up at Souta who was leaning over the back of the couch.
"Shhh!" She glanced around the room with a panicked expression. "Keep your voice down." She got back on her knees.
"I thought you're supposed to be in bed."
"Not all the time! If I stay in there any longer I'm going to go insane!" She scowled at the carpet thoroughly irritated with the whole situation.
"Inu Yasha told me to keep an eye out for you." Kagome jerked her head up sharply, her eyes widening slightly. "He said that if I caught you out of bed I should tell him." Kagome's eyes narrowed, her lips pursing,
"Okay, what's it worth to you?"
"What do you mean?" His grin ruined the innocent expression.
"Don't play games with me. What do you want to keep quiet about this?"
"Hmmm..." He tapped his chin and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know if I can put a price on my sister's health." Her mother's voice floated down the hall further stirring Kagome's urgency.
"Please, Souta?" She clasped her hands together. "I need fresh air and exercise. I'm going crazy cooped up in my room all the time!" Her mother's voice grew closer and Kagome bit her lip casting uneasy eyes in her direction.
"Are you sure you're up for it?" When she turned her gaze back upon him his face was earnest. "You look kind of pale."
"It's just from lack of sunshine, I'll be fine. I promise not to push myself too hard."
"Oh, all right." He grinned again but this time it was filled with camaraderie. "Just watch out for Inu Yasha, he's really serious about all this." Kagome smiled wryly,
"I've noticed." Souta disappeared again on the other side of the couch and Kagome hastily scurried forward. Her mother's voice paused near the entryway and Kagome leaned slowly forward peering around the corner. Her mother's back was to her as she riffled through her purse. Taking a deep breath, Kagome eased out of the living room and padded down the hall. The front door loomed before her beckoning her onward. Her steps became quicker as did her breath. Her shoulder's ache grew more pronounced but she ignored it in favor of her goal mere feet away. Casting a final glance over her shoulder, Kagome eased the door open a crack and scanned the immediate area. The entire area was devoid of any brilliant patches of red or the raspy mutterings of her grandfather. Heaving a sigh, Kagome opened the door just enough for her to slide through. She closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath of the fresh air and smiled as a gentle wind pulled at her hair.
Kagome slid the door shut behind her and, her eyes warily surveying the area, walked out into the open.

Kagome made it as far as the first tree on the grounds before her muscles trembled and began to feel weak. Her body started to feel laconic and her shoulder throbbed in time with her pulse. She leaned against the sturdy wood of the tree taking deep breaths. The soft grass swayed enticingly in the light breeze, the longer strands brushed against her ankles enticingly. Kagome's eyes fell closed, her posture drooping, standing very still leaning heavily upon the tree. She slid down a few inches. The wind soothed her bangs from her forehead bringing with it the scent of fresh green things. Somewhere in the distance the lazy hum of bees wafted through the air. She slid down a few more inches; her knees were starting to shake. The sunlight softly poured down on her head sending dazzling patterns of red through her heavy lids.


"What do you think you're doing?" Kagome's eyes snapped open. "You're supposed to be resting." The faint rustling of grass accompanied an exasperated sigh from behind her. "Well?"
"I am resting." She replied pushing away from the tree. A clawed hand gripped her good shoulder and turned her around. Bright amber eyes glared at her.
"Running around outside is not resting."
"I am not running around." She returned his glare. "I'm just taking a little walk."
"You've exhausted yourself, how healthy is that?"
"What makes you think that I-"
"Your legs are trembling so bad that you can barely stand." Inu Yasha interrupted impatiently.
"That's only because I haven't had the chance to build them up." He hooked an arm around her waist and, in one swift movement; the other arm caught her under her knees effectively sweeping her off her feet. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm putting you back to bed."
"I don't need-"
"Yes you do." He started walking back to the house.
"You big bully, put me down!"
"No." He nudged the door open with his foot.
"This isn't fair! Stop treating me like a child!" She made a vague effort to struggle free but her movements were minimal and left her panting.
"See, you're too tired to even resist a little." He stalked past the couch where Souta watched with amusement. He mouthed 'I warned you' as they passed.

"How am I supposed to get stronger if you guys don't ever let me out of bed?" She huffed as he walked up the stairs. "The doctor said that it would be good for me to start moving around."
"You push yourself too hard." He shifted her weight in his arms to free a hand to open her door.
"I do not."
"You're in pain." He crossed the room and gently set her down on her bed.
"I'm not-" She resisted the urge to hold her aching shoulder, the pain was making her vision sparkle.
"You're a terrible liar. I can see it written all over your face."
"Don't I get a say in anything?!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest wincing. Inu Yasha tilted his head to the side, a wry smile quirking his lips.
"No." Kagome glared at him, her face scrunching up into a scowl.
"This is my life so I won't let other people tell me how to live it. If I want to get up and move around then that's my decision." She stood up but the gesture was not as forceful as she would have liked it to be.
"It's a lousy decision and it's not just your life anymore." He gripped her waist and pulled her back down. She glowered at him as he straightened.
"This isn't over. You can't keep me here forever." He grinned. "I'm serious. When my shoulder fully heals and I get my strength back you won't know what hit you."
"Wonderful, I can't wait. If you would just lay still like you're supposed to, then that will happen even faster." He raised an eyebrow. Kagome groaned and let her back sink into the welcoming mattress.
"Fine, fine. Happy now?" She kicked her shoes off and pulled her legs up onto the bed.
"Very." His tone was smug.
"It's only with an infinite amount of patience that I'm not s-wording you right now." She grumbled.
"You...patience?" His brows soared.

"You're right...sit." She smiled faintly at the loud thud followed by the half-articulated swearing from the ground.
"One of these days I'll be free of this infernal thing and then you'll really be sorry!" Aggravated eyes and a bruised nose appeared over the edge of the bed. Kagome rolled onto her side and smiled at him.
"It's only fair. This is my only defense against your bullying." Her eyelids began to droop.
"You're one to talk, you boss me around all the time." He turned and leaned his back against the bed.
"So we're even then." Her voice was sleepy.
"Wench."
"Jerk." Her statement was punctuated with a yawn.
"You're such a pain. If you would just listen to me for once then we wouldn't have to go through all of this." He sat in silence for long moments watching dust particles dance in a sunbeam. One ear flicked back as the quiet gnawed on him, it was unimaginable for her to let him have the last word. "Kagome?" He glanced over his shoulder to find Kagome curled up on her side with her eyes closed and her breathing deep and even. Inu Yasha, smiling, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.



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Perched on the edge of an ancient forest, a small village also enjoyed a sunny day. The tall grass and crops swayed in the chill wind like a small sea.
Sango and Miroku lounged against a fence on the outskirts of town. Somewhere nearby villagers faithfully tended their fields and Kaede worked on her herb garden.

"It's been a while since we've heard from Kagome and Inu Yasha. I hope that they're okay." Sango mused as her eyes wandered to the lush forest. "I really wish that Inu Yasha would at least let her come every now and then to let us know that she's healing well." Only silence greeted her concerned musing. "Well, what do you think, Miroku?" Still no reply but the silence was broken by the faint giggling of young women. "Miroku?" Sango scowled as she turned her gaze to him. The monk had his eyes glued to the nether regions of a flock of passing village maidens.
"Have you no shame?" Miroku snapped his head back. He blanched at the glare that awaited him.
"I was merely concerned for their welfare, I sensed a dark aura about them." He tried to look prosaic rubbing the back of his head.
"Yea right." Sango stood up. "You always seem to sense that just when a pretty girl walks by."
"A coincidence-" Sango sighed in disgust,
"Must you use the same old excuses? An honest lecher is better than a falsely pious man."
"Really?" Miroku tilted his head thoughtfully. "You don't seem to like my advances but..." His eyes roguishly followed the curves of her body, "...if that's what you prefer..." He grinned.

WHACK

"Pervert." Sango stomped away fairly shaking with anger. Miroku smiled faintly as he watched her leave. Kirara mewled at him from her place at his feet until then left unnoticed.
"What is it, Kirara?" He glanced down at her but she only tilted her head and blinked. "Why aren't you following Sango?" She mewled again. Miroku smiled wryly and sat down on the ground leaning up against the fence, "Have you taken pity on me?" Kirara hopped up onto his lap. "Ah, that's it." He absently began to scratch her ears. "You pity me and are trying to console me." Kirara curled up and rested her head on her forepaws. "That's very kind of you but I don't think Sango would appreciate you consorting with a notorious lecher." Kirara purred softly, her breathing slow and even. Miroku's eyes caught on his right hand, "If only..." His eyes grew distant, "...no..." he smiled wryly. "It's better this way."




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Kagome stared at the ceiling as the sound of crickets chirping floated through her open window. Another agonizingly slow day had dragged by and once again she found herself trapped in her room listening to the seconds tick by. In all honesty she empathized with Inu Yasha and was trying her hardest to humor him but damn it was hard to stay in one place that long. Kagome had long ago grown tired of finding shapes in the textured ceiling and for once she was actually caught up on her schoolwork.
'It's sweet that he's so worried but I wish he wasn't so gung-ho about everything. How am I supposed to fight demons when I can't even get out of bed?' She sat up and stared at the door. It was well past dinnertime so there was no telling where Inu Yasha was lurking.

"Kagome?" The soft voice followed a tentative knock. The door opened and her mother's smiling face peeked in. She was one of Inu Yasha's most ardent co-conspirators; even Inu Yasha's protectiveness couldn't rival a mother's.
"Hi, Mom."
"It's time for Grandpa and I to take Souta to the science fair. Are you sure you'll be alright here?"
"Sure, Mom. Inu Yasha will be here if I need anything." Her mother smiled softly,
"Of course. We'll be back in a few hours."
"Have fun and tell Souta good luck for me."
"I will. Bye, dear." Her mother gently closed the door.

Kagome eyed the door for a few moments, her mind calculating. Her eyes switched to the window that was firmly closed. The dark sky was silent and still; not even a leaf quivered. She could hear her family's voices and the rumbling of the car.
Biting her lip, Kagome pushed back her covers with a steely expression. She slowly eased one leg then the other from the bed keeping a firm eye on the door and straining her ears for the slightest sound. Once her feet touched the warm carpeting, she then slowly eased off the downy comforter. She cast a wary eye at the window but only the moon-touched darkness greeted her. Kagome tiptoed across the room with bated breath cursing each muffled sound. So far so good, the house remained deathly silent, no heavy steps to announce his approach. Kagome almost wished that there were some kind of chaos going on downstairs in case she slipped up and sneezed or something.

Kagome finally reached the door and grasped the knob. Casting a final glance at the window, she pressed her ear against the door. No sound. She took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob pulling the door back and praying that the hinges were well oiled.

It was a good thing that she had been holding her breath or else she would have screamed very loudly when she came face to face with Inu Yasha. His arm was half extended in the process of reaching for the doorknob himself. His eyebrows were raised betraying surprise before they quickly settled into a frown of mild irritation.
"Kagome."
"Just going to the bathroom." She tried to squeeze past him. Inu Yasha braced a hand on the doorframe blocking her.
"You went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago."
"So, I drank a lot of water." She shoved at his arm but given her weakened condition it was like a butterfly ramming a brick wall. Inu Yasha sighed and shook his head.
"Why won't you listen to me?"
"I'm not that bad." Inu Yasha wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Yes you are." He applied some pressure urging her back into the room.
"You're making it seem like I'm made of glass or something. I think I can make it walking around my own house."
"No, you can't." He eased her back into the room and shut the door behind them.
"I'm well rested now, no shaky legs or anything. Walking around the house is no longer a threat to my life." She braced her fisted hands on her hips.
"The way you do it is. I swear you attract danger. Just stay in bed where I can keep an eye on you." Inu Yasha folded his arms over his chest and lifted his chin. Kagome's eyebrows fell into a frown, how well she knew that obstinate posture. 'I'm not going to take this anymore, he's just going to have to get over it!' She thought to herself with a mental growl.

"You can't make me stay here forever! I'm going downstairs and there's nothing you can say to stop me." She tried to walk around him but he sidestepped in front of her.
"There may not be anything I can say but there are plenty of things I can do to stop you." He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward.
"I mean it Inu Yasha, I'm going out. I won't stay cooped up in here."
"No." Kagome looked up into the fierce stubbornness of his eyes and felt her ire reach a boiling point. He met her gaze with smug confidence.
"That's it! Sit!" Inu Yasha growled as he was rammed down to the floor with enough force to make the house shake. Kagome edged around his prone form then made a dash for the door.
"Oh no you don't!" He extracted himself from the floor's harsh embrace and lunged. He caught her around the waist tackling her from behind. As they fell, he twisted their bodies so that he they landed on his back. He held her tightly to his chest as he glared up at the ceiling. "Damn it! Why do you always have to make things so difficult?!"
"Why do you?" She countered.
"I'm just trying to keep you safe."
"I'm not in any danger. Walking around isn't going to kill me."
"It will at the rate you're going."
"You haven't let me do anything! I haven't walked so much as ten feet without you dragging me back to bed." Inu Yasha remained silent, one hand absently sliding through her hair. "Well?" Kagome raised her head so that her chin rested on his chest, he was still staring up at the ceiling. She frowned and pushed against his hold. "Are you going to answer me or memorize the ceiling?"
"You almost died." His voice was harsh. "If it wasn't for the jewel shard, you might have." His hold tightened, almost painfully. He raised his head and his eyes locked with hers. "Humor me." His vision glimmered. "Please."
"Inu Yasha." He sat up still holding her close then wordlessly stood and carried her to the bed.
"I know that you're worried but I'm perfectly fine. I've never been better." He lay her down but she just sat up again looking rebellious.
"You say that after all the time we've been together? I notice every tremor, every wince, and every sigh." His gaze sharpened as he pressed her with gentle force until her back touched the mattress. He sat down next to her watching her warily.
"I'm not some weak little kitten you know." She scowled up at him, the bridge on her nose scrunched up in agitation. Inu Yasha tilted his head and one ear twitched. A slow, toothy grin overtook his mouth. "What?" Kagome huffed, her scowl coming dangerously close to becoming a pout. Bracing one hand on either side of her head, Inu Yasha leaned over so that their noses almost touched.
"You look exactly like a little kitten all riled up."
"Even kittens can be dangerous when provoked." She curled her fingers into a claw-like poise and held them at his chest. His grin deepened.
"Is that so?" He raised a hand to stroke hers with the tip of his claw. Her fingers grew lax as he traced the outline of her knuckles then ventured further to tease the sensitive skin of her wrist.
"You're really not fair, you know that?"
"And?" His claw slowly trailed up her arm.
"You just bully people around to get your way." His claw reached her upper arm.
"And?"
"And that's really annoying. I'd like to be able to do what I want." His claw rounded her shoulder with deliberate slowness.
"Sometimes what you want isn't good for you." The claw ran the length of her shoulder then eased up along her neck.
"Since when did you become the authority on what's good for me?" His claw slid along her jaw-line until it reached her chin.
"Since you let me mark you." He pressed his lips against hers with a sweet tenderness. He pulled away then kissed her softly just below her eye. "Since you submitted to me..." His voice grew husky and his lips grazed hers once again. "You're mine to protect now." He kissed the underside of her jaw. "It doesn't matter who, when, or how, I won't let anything hurt you." Kagome caught his face in her hands.
"But how can you know just like that? It's not that simple."
"Yes, it is. It's very simple." He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand then gently nipped it. She smiled wryly,
"Maybe I should mark you so that I could get a say in things." He blinked staring at her for a moment then that same toothy smile appeared.
"That would be interesting but..." he kissed her neck and nipped her again. "...you don't exactly have the fangs for it."
"You'd be surprised." Her arms wound around him.
"You surprise me all the time, I'm getting used to it."
"Is that so?" Her hands slid up his back.
"You're the most unpredictable person that I know." He nibbled his way up to her earlobe.
"I'm unpredictable!?" She wrapped her hands around his soft ears rubbing them between her fingertips. "You're the last person I want to hear that from, Mr. Swing-his-sword-first-and-ask-questions-later." He chuckled softly nuzzling her.
"See, you know exactly how I react. There's no telling what you'll do."
"So then you'd better watch out. Who knows how I'll retaliate for all of this forced bed rest."
"Then I guess I need to find better ways to keep you in bed." His voice was a soft caress.
"If I see rope then I'll s-word you until you can't see straight." She replied. Inu Yasha trailed his claw back down her shoulder then down her side.
"No, I'll need to do something you'll like." His claw rounded her hip then strayed to her stomach.
"I don't like staying in bed at all so I don't know what you could possibly do." His claw traced lazy circles around her bellybutton. He raised his head and met her eyes, a heated yet mischievous smile lighting his eyes and lips. His claw descended her torso then slipped under her nightshirt.
"What are you..." Her voice petered out as his claw toyed with the waistband of her pajama pants. He lowered his head again and brushed his lips on her neck.

"Shh." He whispered into her ear then slowly licked the lobe. "Just close your eyes." His fingers breached the waistband and entered her with the sinuous ease of long practice. She gasped, her eyes opening fully. He began an achingly slow rhythm rubbing her between thumb and forefinger while he continued his assault on her ear. Kagome bit back a moan as electric shocks of sensation began to build flashing through her system.
"Inu Yasha." She gripped his forearm. He nibbled the sensitive spot just below her ear and increased the pace. Her breathing became labored and her muscles trembled as her pleasure built.

Too much...too much to stand... It might have been a devious gesture to keep her occupied but his touch had awakened a desire in her that had an intensity she didn't understand. True, it had been weeks since last they made love but it seemed as though her body had forgotten its more primal needs in favor of healing. Now his tortuous touch had reminded her body of that sweet ache of completion and made it crave it all the more intensely for its long absence.

Her blood throbbed through her veins inflaming her shoulder but she was too far-gone to care. It had been so long...too long. Taking his head into her hands she kissed him firmly, her leg enticingly twining with his.

Her hands then fell from his face to his shoulders where she pushed the material away and slid her hands down his biceps. She kissed his neck as her hands lovingly flowed across his chest and down to his abdomen pulling the fabric down his arms. His thick gi fell free to tangle with the sheets. Inu Yasha moaned softly leaning into her touch. Kagome stopped at the waist and twisted her fingers around the knot of his belt tugging at it surreptitiously. The knot came free with little struggle and the ends fluttered loosely at his sides.

"Kagome-" He tore his lips from hers catching her rogue hand. "I...your wound-" He said shaking his head. He brought her hand to rest above her head and held it there. Desire and concern shone in his amber eyes.
"It's alright."
"But..."
"Everything will be alright." She lightly touched her lips to his.
"Are you sure?" He brushed her cheek with his thumb.
"I miss you." She curled her fingers around his. His eyes softened as he nodded slowly. He lowered his head and reverently pressed his lips to hers in a potent caress. He withdrew his clever fingers from within her and brought
his hands up her sides then worked their way back down undoing the buttons of her nightshirt. It had been so long... He pulled the soft material aside as he went and his mouth was hot on the trail of his hands. He kissed his way down her chest and through the valley of her breasts. Once he reached her abdomen, he slid one hand underneath her back and lifted her a few inches from the bed. His other hand carefully slid the fabric free from her shoulders and eased it down her arms. With additional help from Kagome, he finally pulled it from her body and let it flutter to the floor. Inu Yasha lowered her back down and kissed her again. It was a feather-light touch on the corner of her mouth then another barely brushing her lips. His mouth then grazed down her throat and paused at the base of her neck where her pulse fluttered erratically. Soft heat burned under his lips and he closed his eyes inhaling deeply. The solid tattoo of her heart resounded in his demon senses and his heart raced in time with hers. He ran his tongue down her chest tasting the beads of sweat that had begun to collect there.
A stifled moan broke free from Kagome as she arched her back wantonly. Inu Yasha held her firmly in place and his lips trailed further sliding over to her right breast. "Stay still," his voice was low and raspy, "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." His tongue traced the outline of her taut nipple and his teeth delicately closed over it sending little pinpricks of sensation coursing through her. Kagome's fingers tangled in his hair as he suckled with teasing deliberateness. He released the nipple with a final tug then moved up just above the nipple and sank his teeth into the warm flesh.
A sharp intake of air hissed between her teeth, at this point Kagome wasn't sure whether it was painful or pleasurable. Inu Yasha soothed the bite with slow tongue swipes a rumbling purr vibrating in his throat.

Kagome was always distantly amazed by Inu Yasha's obsession with that particular mark. In the course of their lovemaking, he would bite her in various places but never enough to draw blood or scar. Yet, he would never fail to renew that small mark on her breast. And even stranger yet, the act always left her far more aroused than pained. Something about it set her blood on fire and made her body ache horribly for him. The first time it had confused and frightened her, now it only fueled her raging fire and spurred her into action.

Without much conscious thought, Kagome tugged his pants down his hips sliding her hands wantonly down his firm thighs. Inu Yasha's greedy kisses stilled and his ears twitched. She kissed his ear lightly dragging her nails upward. Inu Yasha groaned throatily and abandoned her breast to halt her marauding hands.
"Kagome...I..." His voice cracked, he was already at his breaking point. One further push and...

"Let me take care of you." Her tone was as silky as the hands that returned to their caress down his sides. She pressed her lips to his throat earning a hitch in his breathing followed by a shaky murmur. A faint smile touched her lips as she lightly bit the tendon. Inu Yasha stilled, a fine tremor rippling through his muscles. She could feel his soft growl in her teeth before she actually heard it. Inu Yasha shifted his weight so that his body caged hers and he swiftly pinned her good shoulder with one hand while the other gripped her side tightly. His lips crushed against hers stifling the small gasp. His hand slid down her waist taking the pajama bottoms with it. His fingers flowed gracefully along the curve of her backside and down her leg. Once he reached her calf, he fisted the material and yanked it off in one swift motion tossing it aside with a faint growl of displeasure. He made quick work of his own pants and sent them to the clothes pile.

He kissed her fiercely delving deeply into the sweetness of her mouth as he returned to the embrace of her body. Kagome moaned harshly as he massaged her inner thigh. He silenced her by biting lightly on her lower lip. His eyes half-closed he positioned himself keeping a firm hand braced on her hip. He broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to see her eyes now hazy with heat and unfulfilled need. He slid into her welcoming warmth with a soft sigh.

He paused despite the silent protest of his body. There, wrapped in the gentle embrace of flesh, he found the comfort he had longed for ever since she had fallen. Those tense weeks of waiting, watching her but unable to reach her, burdened with the ever rising terror of her mortality. Even after she had woken up, she was too fragile and weak to touch. Despite her fiery nature and words of reassurance, he could not ignore the lingering scent of blood nor her pale pallor. But here and now, his head swimming in her scent alive with passion, he found the comfort he had longed for. The primitive reassurance of health and life.
He thrust again savoring the delicious thrill of pleasure that ran through his body. Kagome moaned, her good arm holding him tightly.
He thrust again harder. His skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat and his muscles trembled under his tight reign of control. Every nerve in his body was tuned to her wary of the slightest hint of pain...of pleasure. She trembled raising her hips to meet him as surged forward again.
He pulled her up against him, supporting them both with one hand braced on the bed. His rhythm became harsher responding to her soft whimpers and the heat of her blood.

His nerve endings throbbed dangerously; it had been so long and her body felt so soft and yielding... Inu Yasha bit down savagely on his lip. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth along with a sharp pang of pain. He drew out his rhythm and took deep breaths trying to ignore the frenzied need burning painfully. This was for her...always for her...and he would finish with her...always... However, just when he almost got some semblance of control over his demanding libido back, Kagome, impatient as always, hooked a leg around his thigh driving him deeper into her.
Inu Yasha made a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan and lost the battle. He let the frenzied rhythm take him and moved with all the passion of his long pent up need. They rocked together in that ancient pulse clamoring for completion.
Kagome no longer hid her cries but sang them loudly relishing the moment. Shockwaves pulsated from her center and everything tightened in delicious anticipation. Everything contracted to that one spot, that one touch, the precipice that loomed ever nearer.
Inu Yasha cried out burying his face in the crook of her neck where her pulse pounded like a wild horse. Kagome wound her fingers in his hair holding him close; her eyes dazed and unfocused yet tender. "...Kagome..." He sounded so young and vulnerable. She kissed the top of his head and closed her eyes letting the wave of intense pleasure carry them both away.


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His hand clutched hers; even in sleep his hold was firm. Kagome smiled softly, the shadows of the room emphasized the bags under his eyes. It was hard for her to catch him asleep. Usually, the moment that she first stirred, he was wide-awake and attentive. She gently brushed the soft white hair away from his forehead and caressed his temple with her fingertips. A quiet murmur escaped his lips and he leaned into her hand. She brushed a thumb along his cheek.
"Everything will be all right. Don't worry about me." She whispered hating the exhaustion she saw etched into his beautiful face.
"...Kag...ome..." his hand tightened around hers. He whimpered, his ears flat against his head. "...don't...leave me..." His eyes were tightly closed and a faint tremor passed along his skin.
"I won't, I promise." She kissed his forehead. "I'll never leave your side no matter what." He spent a few more restless moments, his breathing shallow and his grip firm. Kagome stroked her fingers through his hair and soothed the worry from his brow.
"Kagome..." he sighed. His arm came around her waist holding her tightly and he brought his head down to rest in the crook of her neck.
"Everything will be all right, I promise." She held him tightly quietly watching the shadows dance on the walls.
'Somehow...'



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In a quiet garden, a young woman kneeled amongst the various plants hard at work. The day was warm, the air was fresh, and everything was growing with a content determination; especially the weeds. Sango tugged fiercely at the unyielding plants scowling at their resilience. With a final heave, she managed to break the roots free. She casually tossed it over her shoulder and sat back to wipe the sweat from her brow. She closed her eyes listening to the lazy drone of activity around her. A day this nice had to be industrious when the weather could be so uncertain.

The sound of splintering wood had Sango on her feet and running before her mind had time to fully register it. Loud shouting grew even louder as she raced into an open field, already she was regretting leaving her boomerang at Kaede's hut. She slowed her steps cautiously as she approached a wooden fence now broken in one section. Her foresight was fortunate for a very large man nearly knocked her over as he stormed by dragging a young maiden behind him. Sango watched their departure with consternation then turned her attention to the fence. There, lying at the foot of it, was Miroku littered with various flecks of wood.

"Miroku!" She raced over to him and fell to her knees beside him. "What happened?" She shook his prone form but he remained deathly still. "Miroku, answer me!" She pressed two fingers to his throat; his pulse was ominously shallow. Fear gripped her heart as she held her palm to his chest, there was no steady fall and rise of breathing. "No." It felt like a vice was squeezing her heart. Suddenly, Kagome's description of something she had called CPR flashed through her mind. Without any hesitation, she parted his lips and bent over.

"Eh?!" She stopped, her eyes bulging before falling into an expression of mingled shock and anger. There she was inches from his lips ready to give him the breath of life and her rear was getting the oh-so-familiar grope.
"YOU IDIOT!!" She roared slapping him as hard as she could.
Miroku stared up at her, an unrepentant smile on his face as a red handprint appeared on his cheek. She growled quickly getting to her feet.
"Ah, Sango, is it really you?" Miroku sat up.
"Like you didn't know, you perverted lech!" She spun on her heel and stomped away.
"Wait! Are you going to leave after I so narrowly escaped death?" He got to his feet.
"Yes and it's no less then you deserve!"
"Surly not I-" He hurried after her.
"You jerk, I was really worried!" She said without slowing her steps.
"It must have been your kind voice that brought me back from the brink."
"Every time you're injured, I end up getting groped!" She continued her rant ignoring him.
"Not every time..." His tone grew wistful as his impenitent eyes began to roam. Her eyebrow twitched and a wave of red filled her vision.

"That's it!" Before her good sense could regain control, Sango spun around and, taking two fistfuls of his robe, hauled him roughly forward. She crushed her lips against his in a very passionate kiss then released him and pushed him away. A bit dazed, Miroku missed a step and ended up falling down hard. He peered up at Sango who was blushing deeply and looked just as shocked as he did. One hand went to her lips as she stared down at him.
"I...uh..."

Miroku's mouth opened and closed in a vague attempt at speech but all of his eloquent words deserted him. He just stared up at her with an expression similar to a landed fish.
"...S-Sango...?"

Sango shook her head fiercely then straightened and composed herself. Her posture was painfully rigid.
"Now I trust that you'll leave me be for the rest of the day." She walked away as quickly as her shaking legs could carry her.

Miroku swallowed heavily watching the roll of her hips exaggerated by her embarrassment and anger. A dazed smile spread across his face as his long fingers rubbed the red mark on his cheek.


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OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE

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~chibi versions of all the characters come dancing out chanting 'omake'~


And now for something completely different!

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Kagome sat on one end of her bed glaring defiantly at Inu Yasha who was sitting opposite of her at the foot of the bed.
"I'm going out and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"I thought that you would say that." He shook his head wearily. "So, I have come prepared." He lunged and pinned her to the bed with his body. He quickly caught one hand and pulled it to the bedpost.
"What are you...?" He pulled out some rope from his voluminous sleeves grinning triumphantly at her. "You wouldn't!" She made a grab for the rope.
"Inu Yasha!!" Kagome squirmed valiantly using what little strength she had to try to buck him off or free her wrist from his vice like grip. Her muscles trembled with the strain but his grip remained firm. Inu Yasha easily pinned her wrist to the bedpost and neatly tied it there with the same skill that she had learned to lament from the 'tree incident.' Before Kagome could begin clawing at her restraints, he captured her other hand and repeated the process. Kagome was panting by now and her writhing had fallen to half-hearted heaves.
She glared up at him as he finished the final knot.
"You're such a brute," she said.
"I've heard that before." He sat back and surveyed his work with a critical eye. Kagome pulled against the ribbon but it held fast.
"What is it with you and tying people up?!"
"You're the only person I've ever tied up."
"Should I be honored?" She pulled her wrists down hard.
"I've never really cared what other people did to themselves before."
"Oh no you don't. I'm not going to let you say something endearing to get off the hook for this one!" She tugged again harder.
"Too bad. You're staying there until-"


The door burst open revealing a surly old man.
"What's going on in here?! I was trying to meditate when all of this ruckus-" his darting eyes fixed on Inu Yasha straddling the bound Kagome. His jaw visibly dropped as his eyebrows soared. "What are you doing to my granddaughter?!" He sputtered.
"Uh oh..." Kagome rolled her eyes to the heavens in a silent plea for salvation.
"I'm keeping her in bed." Inu Yasha replied in a somewhat baffled manner. Grandpa turned an interesting shade of red.
"Disgraceful! I...you...injured...DISHONOR!" The color shifted to purple starkly contrasted by his bulging eyes. Inu Yasha shot a dubious glance at Kagome and found her to be rapidly approaching Grandpa's hue.
"What?"
"I can no longer stand your disgraceful treatment of my granddaughter." He tucked a hand in the front of his gi. "For my family's honor, I must defeat you." He whipped his hand out flinging several spell scrolls at Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha flung his arm up and the wards bounced off his sleeve and fluttered harmlessly to the floor.
"Knock it off old man or I might have to hurt you."
"Inu Yasha don't!" Kagome squirmed to pull herself into a sitting position. "Grandpa," she turned her pleading gaze on him, "it's really not what it looks like. Inu Yasha really was just trying to keep me from moving around and reopening my wound."
"You don't have to lie for this scoundrel, Kagome!" He flung a few more scrolls at Inu Yasha. This time they were neatly shredded in mid-air.
"What else would I be doing?" He cast another questioning glance at Kagome. She reddened even further and looked away. Somewhere buried underneath the heat of embarrassment he could barely detect the scent of desire. She chanced another glance and their eyes locked. Understanding danced between them and Inu Yasha rapidly joined the contest for tomato look alike.
"There can be no compromise. Inu Yasha, I challenge you to a duel of wits and strength. If I win, then you must leave never to be seen again."
"Grandpa!" Kagome pulled forward with all of her strength.
"And if I win?"
"Inu Yasha, don't encourage him!"
"Then you may keep her do to with as you will." He replied solemnly.
"What?!" Her face froze in a mask of disbelief.
"I accept."
"WHAT?!?!" Her jaw dropped and all of those interesting colors fled her face. "Untie me this instant! I will not be some prize in a male ego driven contest!"
"What's the challenge, old man?" Inu Yasha grinned deviously.
"The hardest of them all. One must be pure of heart, strong of mind and..." he popped his gnarled fingers.
"And?" Inu Yasha prompted.
"And sure of thumb." He proudly held out his thumb with a smug grin.
"Huh?"
"I challenge you, Inu Yasha, to a thumb war."
"You've got to be kidding!" Kagome sweat dropped and hung her head. "I'm doomed either way."
"Thumb war it is." Inu Yasha held out his thumb, his face intensely serious. Tension crackled in the air as their hands locked with thumbs held high; proud warriors on the field of battle.
"One two three four, I declare a thumb war!" They cried in unison. "Five six seven eight, try to keep your thumb straight." The thumbs burst into action weaving intricate patterns in the ancient dance of thumb combat. Inu Yasha employed the same tactics that he used with a sword...bashing away with brute strength while Grandpa used his usual skills of muttering mystical chants and shrewdly using overcomplicated tactics.
It was truly a battle of the ages with many near misses and thrilling escapes. But in the end, there can only be one victor.
"One...erg..two...three..urg..four!" Inu Yasha thrust his arms into the air and did a very un-cool victory dance.
"How could this be?" Grandpa wailed falling to his knees.
"Deal with it old man, I'm the best."
"There can only be one recourse for this shame of defeat." He pulled out a dagger and held it aloft. "I will go help your mother in the kitchen." He stood up and left.

"That has got to be the stupidest thing that I have ever witnessed." Kagome said flatly. Inu Yasha turned around, the devious grin back in place.
"I won." He crawled up onto the bed.
"So." She flushed trying to avoid his eyes.
"You weren't listening to the conditions of the duel?" He grabbed her chin and angled her face so that she was forced to look at him.
"I can't believe you guys were serious about that." She did her best to look irritated.
"We were."
"So if Grandpa had won, you would have left me forever?"
"Nah, demons don't have much honor." His hand lazily trailed down her abdomen to linger at her thigh.
"Well then it wouldn't be fair for you to get the prize if you weren't going to do the same for him."
"Demons aren't fair." Kagome gaped at him incredulously.
"Please tell me that you're kidding. You're not really going to..." His hand slipped up her nightgown and his grin turned downright lecherous.



"Men are perverted idiots!"


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Heh heh heh, since I already did B and a little C, I thought what the hell and added in a little A! :P Gotta love the omake theater! ^_^


Thanks for reading and as always please send in your suggestions for future chapters....I'm getting a little tapped out here!

Lady Eclipse








Okay, now for those of you who are desperately curious as to why I can't just sit down and write a chapter instead of taking months and months.

I finally figured things out when I noticed my drawing style. You see, I can't just sit down and draw a picture either. I do a huge amount of draw and erase and will leave it and come back to it whenever the mood takes me. Sometimes I'll work on it for an hour and have only made one tiny change. I have a lot of half finished drawings stuck into a binder and when I feel the need to draw, I'll go through them and see which one I have an idea how to finish or make better. A lot of the time I get stuck on how they should be standing or what they should be wearing so I just leave them until I think of something that is just right for their expression and apparent attitude. Everything has to be just right.

That's exactly how my writing style is. I'll write a scene but then get stuck on what the character should do or say next. Mostly, I'll just skip on to a different section and start writing a different scene. From then on, everyday I read over what I have and do a lot of draw and erase. I'll add a sentence and delete a sentence and try to connect all the little scenes.

I rarely force myself to just write in whatever when I get stuck. It just seems wrong to me. So, I'll continue skipping over sections until I'm struck by inspiration and I know just what should come next. Thus, aside from all my little typing errors, my stories are very carefully put together and usually in character to the best of my ability.

I still get really upset that I read these amazing stories by authors who only need a few weeks but I guess I just can't change my style.

It's not a great explanation, but it's the truth. I'm not going to change it because I feel that the finished product won't nearly be as good if I didn't do so many nit-picking changes and waiting for just the right thing to pop out of my head.

That way, I'm satisfied with what I've created.

Hopefully this has been enlightening to you and you can have a little patient with my messed muse!