InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silence the Fairytale ❯ Meeting in the Middle ( Chapter 37 )
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By: White Luna 
Kagome is finally feeling better.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2010 | Updated On: 09.05.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 3.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome is finally feeling better.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2010 | Updated On: 09.05.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 3.2K | Status: Work In Progress
A/n: ^^.
J Luc Pitard: Mm no it's not the end ^^. I know what you mean about stories about their families, but I promise it won't be like 'they now sit on their ass, and they get fat eating bonbons cause the world is perfect'. It'll be harder, going through youkai hunting them down, and raising small children in a world that hates them. And I swear Kagome isn't gonna get lazy. She won't be useless ><. Rawr! Woman rawr!
Unistar: I'm happy you really enjoyed the sweet moments, sometimes I wonder if I overdo it lol.
misfitstep: It's ok. I can hear your fangirl squeal from here. I understand. I do the same things o//o. So they can commit us together, ne ^^?
SplendentGoddess: Rereading it, I suppose it does I suppose that WOULD be like the season finale, ne ^^? How smart you are. Yes, if the story was over, it would have a big fat OWARIIIII at the end. I had thought of that too, that her having the jewel could have brought danger, how right you are to point that out and I'm happy I considered it @@. I'm so happy you're realizing all the ways I'm tying it all together ;____;! I never thought this stuff out before and now I'm trying to and it's apparently working out xD;;. Rofl yes this could be a never ending fanfiction, but I don't plan on it being that way. @@ Just obscenely long. Mou. Chapter 37 and the whole world is new and different and so much can happen... ROFL. I'm happy you enjoyed that scene, I needed to add some lol's in the midst of all the seriousness and waff.
Soliea0death: I'm thinking Sess will definitely show up at some point, just to keep life interesting. I'm happy you enjoyed it ^^-v
KnittingKnots: Ily woman.
Sovergeinty: ROFL. ILY. Silly person.
I finished the outline for the 300th hit gift picture for you guys! I'll post it soon on my dev.art page and post the link in a chapter after I have it colored ne?
WARNING: Lemon <3 ~~~
Not ten minutes ago she had been screaming at him for what a baka he was, for something he didn't understand. He could only sit there helplessly staring at her, gaping like a fish as she continually yelled at him. Then she did a complete 180, dropping her face in her hands and beginning to wail about what a bitch she was. Hestiantly, he was reaching for her, touching her shoulder gently.
"Kagome... it's ok, you're not a bitch..." he tried, anything to get her to stop crying. This was the third time in as many days she had burst into hysterical tears, and he could only be thankful her ribs had been healing nicely or he was sure she would have been in a ton of pain from the exertion of her crying.
"I am dough!" she emphasized, taking a giant shuddering breath as she threw herself in his arms, her stuffy nose causing her speech to lisp. He smiled, holding her closely. He had heard about what an emotional wreck breeding women could be, but he never imagined this. Luckily this was something he had been through with her on some level, her wild mood swings, and for the experience he was grateful. Though he was a tad more sensitive to it now, knowing she was carrying his child, a fact that boggled his mind even a month after they had learned of the fact. They hadn't been able to make love since she had been injured, he had been too scared and worried, but he was more than willing to withhold as long as she and their unborn pup could be safe.
Then again, he had to find satisfaction in... other ways, ways he hadn't felt compelled to do in a long... long time. His right hand was his new best buddy...
His ears lowered at the thought as he patted the back of his blubbering wife, rubbing it soothingly and sighed. He supposed he should have been more careful with everything, waited until the timing was better, when they were both ready for this...
He should have taken heed to the fact she was ripe and ready for a child, not ignored it like he did even though he smelled it. But of course the impression of what are the chances quickly became oh...
...THOSE are the chances...
By no means was he disappointed, though. In fact, he was thrilled. He was having a pup with the woman of his dreams, his mate, the woman who didn't reject him for taking her as his without her perimission. Something that baffled him, that in all his life he would have never guessed. The reality of the situation was that he never even expected to have the interest of ANY woman, let alone one willing to be with him as a hanyou. Kikyo had been what he deemed a godsend, a once in a lifetime opportunity. A taste of love, a chance at glimpsing what a monster like him didn't deserve and though he assumed maybe he should feel grateful for the experience, in fact it had left him jaded and wanting.
He had wanted more, and then along came Kagome, giving him everything he ever had dared fantasizing about and then some. She had filled the role of his wife without complaint, naturally fitting into this jigsaw puzzle of his life seamlessly as she always did no matter the situation. She seemed to glow on the days the discomfort didn't win, whatever happiness she managed to find out of their situation she milked effortlessly like honey.
...in fact, she hit me for not acting on the fact we were mates sooner... Only Kagome...
He sweatdropped, cuddling her closer as her crying subsided. She was shivering in his arms, and he smoothed her hair over her back. "You ok?"
Kagome leaned back, her nose flushed a cute pink, her eyes red and blotched from the strength of her sobs. "I dun know whuss wrong wif me Inu..." she sniffed loudly again, reaching for a stray piece of dirty cloth and blowing her nose into it with a loud snort. Inuyasha blinked and held in his chortle, sure that it would only distress her that he found her state amusing.
"I'm sure it's my fault," he said teasingly as he stood, returning to the task he had originally been doing before she had burst into tears. So far, he had managed to get enough dried herbs and dried fire wood for him to be satisfied for several weeks but he was not sure it was enough. Either way, it had already snowed the last week, and Inuyasha knew they were in for a long 3 months within their den. So like it or not, he had done the best he could and what they had was what would sustain them.
"Howssit yer faulb Inbuyasha?" Kagome was still rubbing her nose with her psuedo-hankerchief, blowing on it for the last of what remained in her sinuses. She was so focused on that that when she felt herself pulled back against his strong chest, hands splayed across her abdomen she turned bright red. Fingertips danced inside her loose yukata, running down the inside across the soft flesh of her stomach to press against her womb.
"I'm pretty sure this is my fault, baka," he kissed the side of her neck tenderly, suckling the fleshy bit of her pulse point and she gave a small sigh of longing. She had been indisposed, but damned if she wasn't feeling a bit horny...
"Ahhh...h-hai," she stuttered, feeling like a virgin all over again as he chuckled against her throat and released her from his grasp. He stood from his crouched position behind her, reaching for a few pieces of wood and throwing them on the makeshift firepit they had.
It was midday, sunlight streaming into the cavern they resided in. The opening to the outside was over twelve feet high from the bottom of the cavern, and it took Inuyasha's help to get to the outside. It was a sudden drop from there, and the interior of the cavern was cozy as it was mostly underground and well insulated from the outside. The actual opening was no more than 2 and a half feet tall, and perhaps 3 feet wide. It was deceptively small for the spaceous interior. The ceiling was 15 feet tall, and it was a decently large room. Kagome had been estatic when they had returned, and found the things she had left behind intact more or less.
Except for her prized kimono... the ones she never had gotten to wear. Bugs had eaten away the material mercilessly and Kagome had cried, pressing the ruined material to her face and mourning the memories she had lost and never gotten to enjoy. Inuyasha had consoled her, not quite understanding why she was crying over clothes. He informed her he would get her new ones, and she sobbed harder, shaking her head.
Of course he wouldn't understand, the first gifts he had gotten her, the beautiful forest green kimono that she had looked at one thousand times but was always too afraid to wear. He told her, when she had informed him of her sentiments, that it was worth it.
"Why?" she had asked. She didn't understand how he could be so insensitive.
That is at least until he told her, sternly, with a scolding look in his eyes, "You sacrificed those things so you could learn not to sacrifice your life. If you were dead, you wouldn't be missing them anyway, wench. Stop moping about it, I'll get you some new shit."
She had turned surprised eyes to him as he had walked off, wondering when it was he had gotten so wise. Perhaps, she considered, he always had been and was too busy not jumping her to act that way. Or maybe, she was too busy keeping him distracted with her childish actions before that. Her eyebrows lifted at the thought, but she didn't comment further after their conversation ended.
So, she didn't cry when she later ripped up the material where salvagable to be used at cleaning cloths and patches for clothes later, making the thing as useful as it could be instead of letting it go to waste.
Damn him and his sensibilities. Why the hell does he have to make so much goddamn sense. With his making sense... and stuff. I thought that was the wife's job.
She groaned deeply, pressing her face into her palm. Lately she had been feeling anything but sensible. She had been crying over every little thing, barely able to eat without wanting to heave up her stomach. Her favorite foods suddenly made her queasy, and all in all she was just irritable. A very miserbale woman who was feeling very unbeautiful though Inuyasha reassured her he thought otherwise.
"What's sexier than what I conquered!" he had said when she had asked him why one day.
She promptly hit him for that one comment, and he didn't use it to cheer her up again.
Going through her other treasures, her eyes watered when she uncovered a dingy cloth that held a small mirror within. She had wrapped it up to keep it from cracking, and it was in impeccable condition. She had held it to her chest lovingly, thanking the Kamis beyond all thanks this one prize had survived. Away she tucked them in the corner inside a bag. Her kanzashi, her mirror, her jade comb... These little trinkets had survived her trials and travels and for it she was eternally grateful. Her bone comb remained within her hair most days.
Not long ago though, she had convinced Inuyasha she was tired of her hair. She had made him unsheath Tetsusaiga, a pregnant woman on a mission, and made him cut her hair with it. Needless to say, under most circumstances it would have been hilarious to see him wielding the giant beast of a weapon with his opponent of hair, but Inuyasha was a nervous wreck.
"Just cut the damn thing! It's so heavy, and I'm sick of it tangling! I won't be able to bathe as often, and I want to be comfortable!" she had snapped peevishly at him when he had protested, and her bad mood was the incentive he needed to get it over with. "Fine, fucking hells, pushy wench..."
He sliced, cutting off a heap of locks that had gone from her butt and removed up to above her shoulders. When she looked in the mirror, her hair shorter than it had been in all her life, she burst into tears again. "INU! NOT THAT SHORT!"
He was red in the face, confused and abashed. "You didn't tell me how short! Kagome! Come on, don't cry..." He ran his fingers into her hair, cupping her face. "It suits you, it looks good. Don't cry, eh?" Bright eyes lifted to him, uncertain and asking.
"Really...?"
He smiled, putting as much luster as he could manage into it. "Really!"
She bought it, and though he wasn't lying, he missed the raven locks as well. He had always loved her wild mane, reflecting her true nature. They were both children of the world, people who didn't belong anyplace, and her untamed hair had somehow been a crown of that fact. But he couldn't blame her, knowing as uncomfortable as she had been. Throwing up had been hard on her injuries, and she spent some days crying in pain the entire day. It had been all he could do to make her as happy as she could be given the circumstance, and if that meant cutting her hair he'd do it. Even if it took Tetsusaiga, which it did.
Damned if they didn't have another knife. Just another thing added onto the list of stuff they needed. Their cutting knife was rusting and she had insisted it would do no good. She had been right of course but it was awkward using his father's heirloom on such a thing...
I'm sure he'd forgive me for the sake of a breeding bitch and her ways...
In fact, he found most men didn't blame another when confronted with the words, "My wife's pregnant, so I..." He was damned sure if it took cutting off his hand, he might just do it so she wouldn't cry again. Luckily, it wouldn't come to it, and he was thankful because he was needing it. Coughing into his palm at the ecchi thought, he crouched on his haunches and began striking a flint to start a fire for their lunch. Kagome watched him from where she sat on their old futons, having been dusted off and cleaned to the best of their ability. She spent many days there, trying her best to allow her body to recuperate, but he could tell she was so very bored. Honestly, he couldn't blame her.
Usually their days were spent actively before, with something to do and someplace to go and something to kill. Any youkai that had been threatening them were nothing, jokes that didn't even face his blade as he dispatched them bare-handed. He was itching for stress relief, a real fight, something to keep his mind off the mutiny of the daily grind of life. He wished he knew what to do for her, as she drummed her fingers along her knee, pulling the large kimono she used as a blanket further up her body to shield her from the cold.
Underneath it a small body came, Kirara worming her way out of her napping place. She greeted her mistress with a small, "Mew!" hopping into Kagome's arms as she coddled her. "Kirara, you're so big! I can't believe it's been so long already, ne? My kawaii little girl!" Kirara mewed her assent, knowing she had Kagome wrapped around her finger. She snuggled against her owner's affections, relishing in them. Beneath the makeshift blanket her mother lazed against Kagome's legs, sleeping soundly as she did most days. Buyo hardly found a reason to move for anything, except for her rambuncous kitten who would attack her mercilessly and remind her the world existed.
Inuyasha smiled at the scene, lugging a pot of water onto the now roaring fire. He added the raw meat of ducks he had caught earlier in the morning, the last of the season, before they had flown to warmer areas. He added simple seasonings, allowing the meat to simmer in its own juices. He wanted to keep it plain for Kagome's sake, lest her stomach reject yet another meal. He cringed at the thought, standing to walk over to her and dived onto the second futon that laid resting against hers.
Kagome laughed loudly at his antics, leaning away as he burrowed into her side and underneath the arms that held Kirara. He snuffled loudly, making show of his inu nature for her sake, earning him a few sweet giggles in the process.
"Inu no baka, stop that, it tickles!" she bonked him gently on the head, and he feigned death, rolling onto his side and sticking out his tongue. "I've been greiviously injured. Help, help."
Kagome's mouth became alight with a wicked smile, "Help you, ne?"
"Make it better. I've been mortally wounded."
Kagome snickered, dropping Kirara out of her arms and leaning over his prone form. "Gladly!"
She dipped down deep in for a soulful kiss, allowing her hand to reach down and squeeze his soft member suggestively through his hakama, feeling it twitch in her grasp as she pulled at it gently. She heard his strangled gasp inside her mouth, as he struggled to sit up against her affections. He was panting, trying to pull away from her touch even as his end of the kiss became desperate, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and dominating it. She flushed, lying her hands against his shoulders as he pressed down into her body with the weight of his own, careful not to crush her under his passion.
After quite a few minutes of devouring her, he broke off their connection, foreheads pressed together as he looked into her eyes with undiguised lust lying in them. "Kagome... that's not fair, it's hard enough without you teasing me..." he sounded as if he were begging with her, pleading with her not to torture him.
Kagome offered him a gentle smile, running her fingers down his cheek as she whispered to him, "Who said I was teasing?" She watched his eyes widen, as he licked his lips to wet them, disbelief stricken on his face. "B-but I don't want to..."
Kagome shook her head in the negative, silencing him with another searing kiss, once again palming his shaft with her hand and it reacted almost instantly. He was bearing down on her, pushing her further into the futon as he growled into her mouth. She turned away when she needed air, closing her eyes as he kissed his way down her neck, nipping the flesh with his fangs and lapping at the skin to soothe the sting. "...d-don't you think I know what I want... trust me? I'm okay... just be gentle...p-please..." She was stammering, trying to make him understand, but her mind clouded when his hand reached inside her yukata to place itself on her breast. He pinched the nipple gentle, pulling at it, the same one that held her mark. As always, it sent her skyrocketing, arching into his touch and rushing her with an ocean of warmth that shot between her legs.
She rubbed them together, trying to relieve the pressure even as he used his body to work his way between them and grind against her. He was panting near her ear, keeping his weight off of her fully by leaning against one elbow, and he muttered to her, "I don't want to hurt you..." Kagome looked at him sincerely, love blatant on her face, "You won't."
I trust you.
It was all the encouragement he needed as he ripped away her obi, careful not to break it in his rush to savor her bare skin, parting her yukata as if he were unwrapping a gift. Kagome lifted her hands, tangling them in his hair, pulling on it gently as he pressed kisses between her breasts. She moaned softly, rubbing his ears gently in tender want, rising her hips to press against him suggestively. She rolled them against him, trying to prove she was able and willing, and he answered her by pressing his thumb against her nub and rubbing it suddenly.
A loud whine broke free from her throat, as she tilted her head back when he continued to love her body. His mouth moved to the nipple he had yet to show attention to, pulling it inside his hot mouth, sucking on it even as she writhed beneath him. She was murmuring phrases of need to him, asking him for more, and he began to shrug off his haori with her help. She was helping him untie his obi belt so he may continue to pleasure her, his fingers rubbing her swollen lips and teasing the entrance to her cavern in ways that left her on the verge of begging. Together they tried to rush him out of his clothes, the time that had separated them from their last joining pushing them to haste. She was kissing his neck, along his collar bone, biting the flesh gently and he shut his eyes tight as he plunged two fingers inside her, pumping her slowly and she shuddered. Stuttering his name, she let a hand wander inside his loosened hakama and pushed it away, freeing him to the cool air of their home.
Her hand wrapped around his length, tugging the flesh of it gently, and she was suddenly pushing him away from above her. He was too drugged by her touch to do anything but comply, to question her motives as she allowed his fingers to fall away from inside of her, leaving her empty and craving him again. But she wanted this, she wanted to please him as he always did her. Pushing him onto his back, and with not an ounce of shyness, she kissed her way down his body, worshipping that which had time and time again had the strength to save her. Her fingers danced along his muscles that rippled beneath her touch, and he watched her explore him in a daze, hissing when she kissed his nipple and basking in the light of her adoration. She pulled off her yukata and threw it to the cave floor, uncaring if it dirtied, and she pushed away the folds of his haori so she may see more of his naked skin. She drew him into her through look alone, sitting on top of his legs as her fingers outlined the muscles of his stomach. It was an obvious strength, not chiseled but merely defined, and she wondered how any could find him ugly. Hair the color of the moon fanned beneath him, his eyes as bright as the sun and darkened in pleasure, drunk on her touch as he watched her admire him.
She backed her way down his thighs, looking at his girth and leaning down to take him inside her mouth for the first time. His mouth cracked open in a silent scream, eyes fluttering close as she took him as deep as she could without gagging. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his thighs for support, pushing his hakama away further, her breasts brushing against his legs as she licked him and nipped him. She was unsure of what she was doing, but she was encouraged by the way he thrust past her lips, even as he choked her a bit in his enthusiasm. Fingers wove into her tresses, holding her in place, but not by force. Simply as if he were asking her not to stop, and he was panting, saying her name quietly into the silence the air.
One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, pressing down on the foreskin, and she heard his gurgled intake of breath. He was lifting her by her hair softly, pulling her away and she felt disappointed on her crestfallen face. Had she done it wrong or...?
He was shaking his head, unable to voice the reason, hurried desperation obvious on his face as he guided her to lay on her side. She did as he heeded without asking, feeling him spoon behind her. One leg was lifted with his arm, her knee caught in the crook of his elbow and she knew why he had done so as soon as he thrust his shaft inside of her. She screamed at the invasion, the amazing way he spread her, hot and pulsing. His breath washed over her ear, as he kissed her cheek, her shoulder, and he murmured to her, "I wanted to finish inside you... I couldn't h-hold back, it's been a while..."
She merely nodded in assent, beyond caring, only relishing in the way he pulled out and pushed back into her, forcing her open and hitting something deep within that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Buyo had been kicked off the futon then, and she sulked off into the corner of the cave, and neither heeded her. So far gone into each other as he pumped her again and again, hitting that one spot so hidden, so far back she was screaming his name over and over in the light of the afternoon sun, crying his name to nirvana.
"Inuyasha!"
He was grunting into her hair, which had plastered with sweat along her neck, beads dripping down into the mattress of their futon. He pulled out, pushing her to lie on her stomach and lifting her hips into the air and she complied, high above the world and unable to care what he did so long as he did not stop.
He spread her legs apart with one of his knees, drinking in the sight of her luscious backside, and his hands gripped her waist as one palmed the curve of her ass lercherously. She was his. She gave herself to him, iniated the act of their joining and he was not going to disappoint her. One hand guided her back into him and he sheathed himself to the hilt once more inside of her, her walls tightening around him and inviting him to stay. She cried out loudly, the angle deepening their connection, and she was wailing his name as he drove her further and further into the futon. One hand began to rub her nub again, encouraging it out of its hood, and she was pulling away from his overly intense affections, but he held her fast.
It was blinding, it was too much, she was crying her pleasure loudly. Her womb tightened, trying to drink him in, trying to milk from him his seed. He was driving into her faster and faster, pounding her almost mercilessly as he leaned over her and growled into the flesh of between her shoulderblades. His sweat poured off of him, landing onto her arched back, and he pulled her to him over and over with the hand on her waist. His claws itched to dig into her skin, pierce her but he was ever so careful. They twitched in restraint against her shaking flesh, his fangs worrying his bottom lip as they drew the barest amounts of blood, trying to hold back his orgasm until the moment she had hers, but it was becoming harder and harder with every passing thrust.
"Come for me, K-Kagome..."
She was clawing the futon, ripping at it, her shrieking escalating in volume as she cried from his merciless abandon to her body. The assault left her shaking, unable to support herself as he was the only thing holding her up to him. It felt like the most painful pleasure, bursting her body into fire, wild and untamable. He was pushing her further and further to the brink, unbearable and unvoiceable. She pounded a fist against their bed, shaking her head to clear it of the sensation but she couldn't contain it.
His name broke past her lips once more as a rush of her orgasm let loose like wild stallions trampling her, leaving her broken and exhausted, her body going limp in Inuyasha's grasp as he wrapped his arm further around her stomach to keep her from falling. He pounded her once, twice, and he let out an inhuman roar against her back as he spilled into her. It seemed endless, the amount of his seed that seeped into her, gushing past and dripping between their thighs in evidence of their lovemaking. Shuddering, he pulled himself from inside of her, and collasped to the side of her, swallowing huge gasping breaths of air as he pulled her into his side.
She was still shaking in the aftershock of her release, laying her chest on his head as together they fell into a light slumber, wrapped around each other intimately.
Buyo never bothered to retake her place on the futon.
"Oishiiii! It's so good Inuyasha," she chimed, happiness blooming on her face, as she began to scarf the remainder of their lunch. She was sitting there, still nude. As was he, but the relief he felt at the fact she was able to hold in her food without it regurgitating itself was all he cared. He smiled genuinely, turning his attention to his own bowl of food he slurped without utensils. "I'm happy you like it Kagome."
She nodded in affirmation, continuing to gorge herself on the food that was lukewarm from their inattentions. They had napped for a good hour, the fire that had been cooking dying during their nap. The food had cooked enough to be edible.
Kirara and Buyo joined in the meal together, though Buyo had scratched her offspring on he nose in punishment for trying to take the remains of her own mother's meal. Buyo was never bad-tempered about anything, except her own food. Kirara sulked off in defeat, not wishing to raise her mother's ire, coming to Kagome for some more. Kagome was smiling, about to share before Inuyasha had reached over and plucked her away by the scarf of her neck. Kagome blinked at his actions, and he shooed the nekomata away in irritation, "You ate already, don't become like your mother, cat!"
Kagome giggled, watching the way the cat pouted with an angry flick of her dual tails, licking her coat to hide her embarrassment.
Kagome was glowing, pressing a hand to her womb, dreaming quietly of the thought when the new addition to their family would join them. Inuyasha was watching her over the rim of his bowl, smiling proudly in his own mind as he allowed Kagome her quiet moment of reverie in anticipation for a future they both were finally looking forward to sharing.
J Luc Pitard: Mm no it's not the end ^^. I know what you mean about stories about their families, but I promise it won't be like 'they now sit on their ass, and they get fat eating bonbons cause the world is perfect'. It'll be harder, going through youkai hunting them down, and raising small children in a world that hates them. And I swear Kagome isn't gonna get lazy. She won't be useless ><. Rawr! Woman rawr!
Unistar: I'm happy you really enjoyed the sweet moments, sometimes I wonder if I overdo it lol.
misfitstep: It's ok. I can hear your fangirl squeal from here. I understand. I do the same things o//o. So they can commit us together, ne ^^?
SplendentGoddess: Rereading it, I suppose it does I suppose that WOULD be like the season finale, ne ^^? How smart you are. Yes, if the story was over, it would have a big fat OWARIIIII at the end. I had thought of that too, that her having the jewel could have brought danger, how right you are to point that out and I'm happy I considered it @@. I'm so happy you're realizing all the ways I'm tying it all together ;____;! I never thought this stuff out before and now I'm trying to and it's apparently working out xD;;. Rofl yes this could be a never ending fanfiction, but I don't plan on it being that way. @@ Just obscenely long. Mou. Chapter 37 and the whole world is new and different and so much can happen... ROFL. I'm happy you enjoyed that scene, I needed to add some lol's in the midst of all the seriousness and waff.
Soliea0death: I'm thinking Sess will definitely show up at some point, just to keep life interesting. I'm happy you enjoyed it ^^-v
KnittingKnots: Ily woman.
Sovergeinty: ROFL. ILY. Silly person.
I finished the outline for the 300th hit gift picture for you guys! I'll post it soon on my dev.art page and post the link in a chapter after I have it colored ne?
WARNING: Lemon <3 ~~~
Chapter 37: Meeting in the Middle
Inuyasha stared cluelessly, mortified as Kagome cried into both her hands.Not ten minutes ago she had been screaming at him for what a baka he was, for something he didn't understand. He could only sit there helplessly staring at her, gaping like a fish as she continually yelled at him. Then she did a complete 180, dropping her face in her hands and beginning to wail about what a bitch she was. Hestiantly, he was reaching for her, touching her shoulder gently.
"Kagome... it's ok, you're not a bitch..." he tried, anything to get her to stop crying. This was the third time in as many days she had burst into hysterical tears, and he could only be thankful her ribs had been healing nicely or he was sure she would have been in a ton of pain from the exertion of her crying.
"I am dough!" she emphasized, taking a giant shuddering breath as she threw herself in his arms, her stuffy nose causing her speech to lisp. He smiled, holding her closely. He had heard about what an emotional wreck breeding women could be, but he never imagined this. Luckily this was something he had been through with her on some level, her wild mood swings, and for the experience he was grateful. Though he was a tad more sensitive to it now, knowing she was carrying his child, a fact that boggled his mind even a month after they had learned of the fact. They hadn't been able to make love since she had been injured, he had been too scared and worried, but he was more than willing to withhold as long as she and their unborn pup could be safe.
Then again, he had to find satisfaction in... other ways, ways he hadn't felt compelled to do in a long... long time. His right hand was his new best buddy...
His ears lowered at the thought as he patted the back of his blubbering wife, rubbing it soothingly and sighed. He supposed he should have been more careful with everything, waited until the timing was better, when they were both ready for this...
He should have taken heed to the fact she was ripe and ready for a child, not ignored it like he did even though he smelled it. But of course the impression of what are the chances quickly became oh...
...THOSE are the chances...
By no means was he disappointed, though. In fact, he was thrilled. He was having a pup with the woman of his dreams, his mate, the woman who didn't reject him for taking her as his without her perimission. Something that baffled him, that in all his life he would have never guessed. The reality of the situation was that he never even expected to have the interest of ANY woman, let alone one willing to be with him as a hanyou. Kikyo had been what he deemed a godsend, a once in a lifetime opportunity. A taste of love, a chance at glimpsing what a monster like him didn't deserve and though he assumed maybe he should feel grateful for the experience, in fact it had left him jaded and wanting.
He had wanted more, and then along came Kagome, giving him everything he ever had dared fantasizing about and then some. She had filled the role of his wife without complaint, naturally fitting into this jigsaw puzzle of his life seamlessly as she always did no matter the situation. She seemed to glow on the days the discomfort didn't win, whatever happiness she managed to find out of their situation she milked effortlessly like honey.
...in fact, she hit me for not acting on the fact we were mates sooner... Only Kagome...
He sweatdropped, cuddling her closer as her crying subsided. She was shivering in his arms, and he smoothed her hair over her back. "You ok?"
Kagome leaned back, her nose flushed a cute pink, her eyes red and blotched from the strength of her sobs. "I dun know whuss wrong wif me Inu..." she sniffed loudly again, reaching for a stray piece of dirty cloth and blowing her nose into it with a loud snort. Inuyasha blinked and held in his chortle, sure that it would only distress her that he found her state amusing.
"I'm sure it's my fault," he said teasingly as he stood, returning to the task he had originally been doing before she had burst into tears. So far, he had managed to get enough dried herbs and dried fire wood for him to be satisfied for several weeks but he was not sure it was enough. Either way, it had already snowed the last week, and Inuyasha knew they were in for a long 3 months within their den. So like it or not, he had done the best he could and what they had was what would sustain them.
"Howssit yer faulb Inbuyasha?" Kagome was still rubbing her nose with her psuedo-hankerchief, blowing on it for the last of what remained in her sinuses. She was so focused on that that when she felt herself pulled back against his strong chest, hands splayed across her abdomen she turned bright red. Fingertips danced inside her loose yukata, running down the inside across the soft flesh of her stomach to press against her womb.
"I'm pretty sure this is my fault, baka," he kissed the side of her neck tenderly, suckling the fleshy bit of her pulse point and she gave a small sigh of longing. She had been indisposed, but damned if she wasn't feeling a bit horny...
"Ahhh...h-hai," she stuttered, feeling like a virgin all over again as he chuckled against her throat and released her from his grasp. He stood from his crouched position behind her, reaching for a few pieces of wood and throwing them on the makeshift firepit they had.
It was midday, sunlight streaming into the cavern they resided in. The opening to the outside was over twelve feet high from the bottom of the cavern, and it took Inuyasha's help to get to the outside. It was a sudden drop from there, and the interior of the cavern was cozy as it was mostly underground and well insulated from the outside. The actual opening was no more than 2 and a half feet tall, and perhaps 3 feet wide. It was deceptively small for the spaceous interior. The ceiling was 15 feet tall, and it was a decently large room. Kagome had been estatic when they had returned, and found the things she had left behind intact more or less.
Except for her prized kimono... the ones she never had gotten to wear. Bugs had eaten away the material mercilessly and Kagome had cried, pressing the ruined material to her face and mourning the memories she had lost and never gotten to enjoy. Inuyasha had consoled her, not quite understanding why she was crying over clothes. He informed her he would get her new ones, and she sobbed harder, shaking her head.
Of course he wouldn't understand, the first gifts he had gotten her, the beautiful forest green kimono that she had looked at one thousand times but was always too afraid to wear. He told her, when she had informed him of her sentiments, that it was worth it.
"Why?" she had asked. She didn't understand how he could be so insensitive.
That is at least until he told her, sternly, with a scolding look in his eyes, "You sacrificed those things so you could learn not to sacrifice your life. If you were dead, you wouldn't be missing them anyway, wench. Stop moping about it, I'll get you some new shit."
She had turned surprised eyes to him as he had walked off, wondering when it was he had gotten so wise. Perhaps, she considered, he always had been and was too busy not jumping her to act that way. Or maybe, she was too busy keeping him distracted with her childish actions before that. Her eyebrows lifted at the thought, but she didn't comment further after their conversation ended.
So, she didn't cry when she later ripped up the material where salvagable to be used at cleaning cloths and patches for clothes later, making the thing as useful as it could be instead of letting it go to waste.
Damn him and his sensibilities. Why the hell does he have to make so much goddamn sense. With his making sense... and stuff. I thought that was the wife's job.
She groaned deeply, pressing her face into her palm. Lately she had been feeling anything but sensible. She had been crying over every little thing, barely able to eat without wanting to heave up her stomach. Her favorite foods suddenly made her queasy, and all in all she was just irritable. A very miserbale woman who was feeling very unbeautiful though Inuyasha reassured her he thought otherwise.
"What's sexier than what I conquered!" he had said when she had asked him why one day.
She promptly hit him for that one comment, and he didn't use it to cheer her up again.
Going through her other treasures, her eyes watered when she uncovered a dingy cloth that held a small mirror within. She had wrapped it up to keep it from cracking, and it was in impeccable condition. She had held it to her chest lovingly, thanking the Kamis beyond all thanks this one prize had survived. Away she tucked them in the corner inside a bag. Her kanzashi, her mirror, her jade comb... These little trinkets had survived her trials and travels and for it she was eternally grateful. Her bone comb remained within her hair most days.
Not long ago though, she had convinced Inuyasha she was tired of her hair. She had made him unsheath Tetsusaiga, a pregnant woman on a mission, and made him cut her hair with it. Needless to say, under most circumstances it would have been hilarious to see him wielding the giant beast of a weapon with his opponent of hair, but Inuyasha was a nervous wreck.
"Just cut the damn thing! It's so heavy, and I'm sick of it tangling! I won't be able to bathe as often, and I want to be comfortable!" she had snapped peevishly at him when he had protested, and her bad mood was the incentive he needed to get it over with. "Fine, fucking hells, pushy wench..."
He sliced, cutting off a heap of locks that had gone from her butt and removed up to above her shoulders. When she looked in the mirror, her hair shorter than it had been in all her life, she burst into tears again. "INU! NOT THAT SHORT!"
He was red in the face, confused and abashed. "You didn't tell me how short! Kagome! Come on, don't cry..." He ran his fingers into her hair, cupping her face. "It suits you, it looks good. Don't cry, eh?" Bright eyes lifted to him, uncertain and asking.
"Really...?"
He smiled, putting as much luster as he could manage into it. "Really!"
She bought it, and though he wasn't lying, he missed the raven locks as well. He had always loved her wild mane, reflecting her true nature. They were both children of the world, people who didn't belong anyplace, and her untamed hair had somehow been a crown of that fact. But he couldn't blame her, knowing as uncomfortable as she had been. Throwing up had been hard on her injuries, and she spent some days crying in pain the entire day. It had been all he could do to make her as happy as she could be given the circumstance, and if that meant cutting her hair he'd do it. Even if it took Tetsusaiga, which it did.
Damned if they didn't have another knife. Just another thing added onto the list of stuff they needed. Their cutting knife was rusting and she had insisted it would do no good. She had been right of course but it was awkward using his father's heirloom on such a thing...
I'm sure he'd forgive me for the sake of a breeding bitch and her ways...
In fact, he found most men didn't blame another when confronted with the words, "My wife's pregnant, so I..." He was damned sure if it took cutting off his hand, he might just do it so she wouldn't cry again. Luckily, it wouldn't come to it, and he was thankful because he was needing it. Coughing into his palm at the ecchi thought, he crouched on his haunches and began striking a flint to start a fire for their lunch. Kagome watched him from where she sat on their old futons, having been dusted off and cleaned to the best of their ability. She spent many days there, trying her best to allow her body to recuperate, but he could tell she was so very bored. Honestly, he couldn't blame her.
Usually their days were spent actively before, with something to do and someplace to go and something to kill. Any youkai that had been threatening them were nothing, jokes that didn't even face his blade as he dispatched them bare-handed. He was itching for stress relief, a real fight, something to keep his mind off the mutiny of the daily grind of life. He wished he knew what to do for her, as she drummed her fingers along her knee, pulling the large kimono she used as a blanket further up her body to shield her from the cold.
Underneath it a small body came, Kirara worming her way out of her napping place. She greeted her mistress with a small, "Mew!" hopping into Kagome's arms as she coddled her. "Kirara, you're so big! I can't believe it's been so long already, ne? My kawaii little girl!" Kirara mewed her assent, knowing she had Kagome wrapped around her finger. She snuggled against her owner's affections, relishing in them. Beneath the makeshift blanket her mother lazed against Kagome's legs, sleeping soundly as she did most days. Buyo hardly found a reason to move for anything, except for her rambuncous kitten who would attack her mercilessly and remind her the world existed.
Inuyasha smiled at the scene, lugging a pot of water onto the now roaring fire. He added the raw meat of ducks he had caught earlier in the morning, the last of the season, before they had flown to warmer areas. He added simple seasonings, allowing the meat to simmer in its own juices. He wanted to keep it plain for Kagome's sake, lest her stomach reject yet another meal. He cringed at the thought, standing to walk over to her and dived onto the second futon that laid resting against hers.
Kagome laughed loudly at his antics, leaning away as he burrowed into her side and underneath the arms that held Kirara. He snuffled loudly, making show of his inu nature for her sake, earning him a few sweet giggles in the process.
"Inu no baka, stop that, it tickles!" she bonked him gently on the head, and he feigned death, rolling onto his side and sticking out his tongue. "I've been greiviously injured. Help, help."
Kagome's mouth became alight with a wicked smile, "Help you, ne?"
"Make it better. I've been mortally wounded."
Kagome snickered, dropping Kirara out of her arms and leaning over his prone form. "Gladly!"
She dipped down deep in for a soulful kiss, allowing her hand to reach down and squeeze his soft member suggestively through his hakama, feeling it twitch in her grasp as she pulled at it gently. She heard his strangled gasp inside her mouth, as he struggled to sit up against her affections. He was panting, trying to pull away from her touch even as his end of the kiss became desperate, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and dominating it. She flushed, lying her hands against his shoulders as he pressed down into her body with the weight of his own, careful not to crush her under his passion.
After quite a few minutes of devouring her, he broke off their connection, foreheads pressed together as he looked into her eyes with undiguised lust lying in them. "Kagome... that's not fair, it's hard enough without you teasing me..." he sounded as if he were begging with her, pleading with her not to torture him.
Kagome offered him a gentle smile, running her fingers down his cheek as she whispered to him, "Who said I was teasing?" She watched his eyes widen, as he licked his lips to wet them, disbelief stricken on his face. "B-but I don't want to..."
Kagome shook her head in the negative, silencing him with another searing kiss, once again palming his shaft with her hand and it reacted almost instantly. He was bearing down on her, pushing her further into the futon as he growled into her mouth. She turned away when she needed air, closing her eyes as he kissed his way down her neck, nipping the flesh with his fangs and lapping at the skin to soothe the sting. "...d-don't you think I know what I want... trust me? I'm okay... just be gentle...p-please..." She was stammering, trying to make him understand, but her mind clouded when his hand reached inside her yukata to place itself on her breast. He pinched the nipple gentle, pulling at it, the same one that held her mark. As always, it sent her skyrocketing, arching into his touch and rushing her with an ocean of warmth that shot between her legs.
She rubbed them together, trying to relieve the pressure even as he used his body to work his way between them and grind against her. He was panting near her ear, keeping his weight off of her fully by leaning against one elbow, and he muttered to her, "I don't want to hurt you..." Kagome looked at him sincerely, love blatant on her face, "You won't."
I trust you.
It was all the encouragement he needed as he ripped away her obi, careful not to break it in his rush to savor her bare skin, parting her yukata as if he were unwrapping a gift. Kagome lifted her hands, tangling them in his hair, pulling on it gently as he pressed kisses between her breasts. She moaned softly, rubbing his ears gently in tender want, rising her hips to press against him suggestively. She rolled them against him, trying to prove she was able and willing, and he answered her by pressing his thumb against her nub and rubbing it suddenly.
A loud whine broke free from her throat, as she tilted her head back when he continued to love her body. His mouth moved to the nipple he had yet to show attention to, pulling it inside his hot mouth, sucking on it even as she writhed beneath him. She was murmuring phrases of need to him, asking him for more, and he began to shrug off his haori with her help. She was helping him untie his obi belt so he may continue to pleasure her, his fingers rubbing her swollen lips and teasing the entrance to her cavern in ways that left her on the verge of begging. Together they tried to rush him out of his clothes, the time that had separated them from their last joining pushing them to haste. She was kissing his neck, along his collar bone, biting the flesh gently and he shut his eyes tight as he plunged two fingers inside her, pumping her slowly and she shuddered. Stuttering his name, she let a hand wander inside his loosened hakama and pushed it away, freeing him to the cool air of their home.
Her hand wrapped around his length, tugging the flesh of it gently, and she was suddenly pushing him away from above her. He was too drugged by her touch to do anything but comply, to question her motives as she allowed his fingers to fall away from inside of her, leaving her empty and craving him again. But she wanted this, she wanted to please him as he always did her. Pushing him onto his back, and with not an ounce of shyness, she kissed her way down his body, worshipping that which had time and time again had the strength to save her. Her fingers danced along his muscles that rippled beneath her touch, and he watched her explore him in a daze, hissing when she kissed his nipple and basking in the light of her adoration. She pulled off her yukata and threw it to the cave floor, uncaring if it dirtied, and she pushed away the folds of his haori so she may see more of his naked skin. She drew him into her through look alone, sitting on top of his legs as her fingers outlined the muscles of his stomach. It was an obvious strength, not chiseled but merely defined, and she wondered how any could find him ugly. Hair the color of the moon fanned beneath him, his eyes as bright as the sun and darkened in pleasure, drunk on her touch as he watched her admire him.
She backed her way down his thighs, looking at his girth and leaning down to take him inside her mouth for the first time. His mouth cracked open in a silent scream, eyes fluttering close as she took him as deep as she could without gagging. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his thighs for support, pushing his hakama away further, her breasts brushing against his legs as she licked him and nipped him. She was unsure of what she was doing, but she was encouraged by the way he thrust past her lips, even as he choked her a bit in his enthusiasm. Fingers wove into her tresses, holding her in place, but not by force. Simply as if he were asking her not to stop, and he was panting, saying her name quietly into the silence the air.
One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, pressing down on the foreskin, and she heard his gurgled intake of breath. He was lifting her by her hair softly, pulling her away and she felt disappointed on her crestfallen face. Had she done it wrong or...?
He was shaking his head, unable to voice the reason, hurried desperation obvious on his face as he guided her to lay on her side. She did as he heeded without asking, feeling him spoon behind her. One leg was lifted with his arm, her knee caught in the crook of his elbow and she knew why he had done so as soon as he thrust his shaft inside of her. She screamed at the invasion, the amazing way he spread her, hot and pulsing. His breath washed over her ear, as he kissed her cheek, her shoulder, and he murmured to her, "I wanted to finish inside you... I couldn't h-hold back, it's been a while..."
She merely nodded in assent, beyond caring, only relishing in the way he pulled out and pushed back into her, forcing her open and hitting something deep within that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Buyo had been kicked off the futon then, and she sulked off into the corner of the cave, and neither heeded her. So far gone into each other as he pumped her again and again, hitting that one spot so hidden, so far back she was screaming his name over and over in the light of the afternoon sun, crying his name to nirvana.
"Inuyasha!"
He was grunting into her hair, which had plastered with sweat along her neck, beads dripping down into the mattress of their futon. He pulled out, pushing her to lie on her stomach and lifting her hips into the air and she complied, high above the world and unable to care what he did so long as he did not stop.
He spread her legs apart with one of his knees, drinking in the sight of her luscious backside, and his hands gripped her waist as one palmed the curve of her ass lercherously. She was his. She gave herself to him, iniated the act of their joining and he was not going to disappoint her. One hand guided her back into him and he sheathed himself to the hilt once more inside of her, her walls tightening around him and inviting him to stay. She cried out loudly, the angle deepening their connection, and she was wailing his name as he drove her further and further into the futon. One hand began to rub her nub again, encouraging it out of its hood, and she was pulling away from his overly intense affections, but he held her fast.
It was blinding, it was too much, she was crying her pleasure loudly. Her womb tightened, trying to drink him in, trying to milk from him his seed. He was driving into her faster and faster, pounding her almost mercilessly as he leaned over her and growled into the flesh of between her shoulderblades. His sweat poured off of him, landing onto her arched back, and he pulled her to him over and over with the hand on her waist. His claws itched to dig into her skin, pierce her but he was ever so careful. They twitched in restraint against her shaking flesh, his fangs worrying his bottom lip as they drew the barest amounts of blood, trying to hold back his orgasm until the moment she had hers, but it was becoming harder and harder with every passing thrust.
"Come for me, K-Kagome..."
She was clawing the futon, ripping at it, her shrieking escalating in volume as she cried from his merciless abandon to her body. The assault left her shaking, unable to support herself as he was the only thing holding her up to him. It felt like the most painful pleasure, bursting her body into fire, wild and untamable. He was pushing her further and further to the brink, unbearable and unvoiceable. She pounded a fist against their bed, shaking her head to clear it of the sensation but she couldn't contain it.
His name broke past her lips once more as a rush of her orgasm let loose like wild stallions trampling her, leaving her broken and exhausted, her body going limp in Inuyasha's grasp as he wrapped his arm further around her stomach to keep her from falling. He pounded her once, twice, and he let out an inhuman roar against her back as he spilled into her. It seemed endless, the amount of his seed that seeped into her, gushing past and dripping between their thighs in evidence of their lovemaking. Shuddering, he pulled himself from inside of her, and collasped to the side of her, swallowing huge gasping breaths of air as he pulled her into his side.
She was still shaking in the aftershock of her release, laying her chest on his head as together they fell into a light slumber, wrapped around each other intimately.
Buyo never bothered to retake her place on the futon.
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Inuyasha eyed Kagome as she tentaively took a bite of the stew, chewing slowly as if considering.... She swallowed. He was waiting apprehensively, waiting for her to roll over suddenly and heave out the contents, nervousness dawning on his face..."Oishiiii! It's so good Inuyasha," she chimed, happiness blooming on her face, as she began to scarf the remainder of their lunch. She was sitting there, still nude. As was he, but the relief he felt at the fact she was able to hold in her food without it regurgitating itself was all he cared. He smiled genuinely, turning his attention to his own bowl of food he slurped without utensils. "I'm happy you like it Kagome."
She nodded in affirmation, continuing to gorge herself on the food that was lukewarm from their inattentions. They had napped for a good hour, the fire that had been cooking dying during their nap. The food had cooked enough to be edible.
Kirara and Buyo joined in the meal together, though Buyo had scratched her offspring on he nose in punishment for trying to take the remains of her own mother's meal. Buyo was never bad-tempered about anything, except her own food. Kirara sulked off in defeat, not wishing to raise her mother's ire, coming to Kagome for some more. Kagome was smiling, about to share before Inuyasha had reached over and plucked her away by the scarf of her neck. Kagome blinked at his actions, and he shooed the nekomata away in irritation, "You ate already, don't become like your mother, cat!"
Kagome giggled, watching the way the cat pouted with an angry flick of her dual tails, licking her coat to hide her embarrassment.
Kagome was glowing, pressing a hand to her womb, dreaming quietly of the thought when the new addition to their family would join them. Inuyasha was watching her over the rim of his bowl, smiling proudly in his own mind as he allowed Kagome her quiet moment of reverie in anticipation for a future they both were finally looking forward to sharing.