InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleep Paralysis ❯ Our Mistaken Intimacy ( Chapter 11 )

A/n: Warning: Lime

 

Chapter XI: Our Mistaken Intimacy

 

 

“Inuyasha, tell me… what had you so upset today?” Kagome tossed her school satchel down upon his floor absent-mindedly, reaching up with one hand and pulling her tresses free from the loose ponytail she had worn that day. She placed the tie for her hair upon her wrist, and sat down upon his bed as she reached up underneath her shirt with her other hand and unhooked her bra, releasing her bust from its prison. Inuyasha watched her do this, a lump forming in his throat as his groin twitched slightly as her inane actions.

 

In one way he was flattered, that she could act so at home while she was in his room… on the other hand, he somewhat wished she had not for he was afraid he might pitch a tent while Kagome was trying to have a serious conversation with him.

 

“Uh… excuse me?” Inuyasha stammered out, his voice a pitch higher than usually and he coughed in an attempt to clear his throat once he had heard himself speak.

 

Kagome frowned at him, “I said, what the fuck was wrong with you today?” Inuyasha somewhat scowled at her irritated tone of voice, but he shrugged it off knowing that she hated to repeat herself. Inuyasha kicked at the ground a little bit, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. He didn't want to answer the question, didn't want to talk about what he saw in that mirror… He just wanted to keep it to himself, to not speak about it. So he just changed the subject.

 

“I dunno… uh, hey, doesn't your mom get mad when you stay over here without telling her?” Inuyasha looked up from the floor at her, one eyebrow cocked in inquiry.

 

Kagome glared at him, laying on her back and then rolling on her side so her back was facing him as she answered, “We already talked about this, Inuyasha. She doesn't care.” Inuyasha winced, then felt somewhat guilty as she answered him, knowing he had struck a cord with her just to stay away from a conversation that made him uncomfortable. Great topic change, Yash. Real brilliant.

 

“Uh… okay.” Inuyasha shrugged slightly, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to her. She still faced away from him, and they sat in silence for a moment. Inuyasha fidgeted, staring at his hands and began to bite his nails. The silence between them was uncomfortable, and somehow he got the feeling that he had the brunt end of it.

 

As he was started on the third nail, Kagome interrupted him, “You never answered my question.” Inuyasha stopped, sitting there frozen. He wanted to avoid this. He didn't want to talk about it.

 

You never want to talk about those things… they make you sound crazy, that's why…

 

Inuyasha hissed silently at the quiet confession he had made to himself. He hated to think he ever might be crazy… ever.

 

“Inuyasha,” her voice had an edge of demand to it. She wanted to know, and he knew how stubborn she was. She would keep prodding until she had an answer. And though he knew he was just as stubborn, he found it increasingly hard to ever deny her anything.

 

“I just… I just had a dream. All right?” Inuyasha backed up on his bed until he was resting against the wall, propping one knee up and laying his arm on it. Kagome rolled back over so she could see him, and he looked down at her sweet face… It was etched with concern, and he felt his heart clench at the thought he might ever hide anything from her.

 

He reached tentatively down with one hand, hardly away he was doing so until the warmth of her cheek spread a tingling feeling throughout his nerves. Gently, he caressed her skin in a show of reassurance. “I'm sorry Kagome. It was just a nightmare… just a nightmare, nothing more.” He saw that stubborn pride creep into her countenance, as she shot up and snapped at him, “There's no such thing as `just a nightmare' with us, and you know it! Stop lying to me, Inuyasha!”

 

Inuyasha took his hand back as if he had been burned, and grimaced. “Maybe I don't want to talk about it, woman! Just drop it!” He turned his face away from her, but gave a startled yelp as she grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled him back around to face her, “You better spit it…!” But she stopped short… her angry features relaxed, and softened, some of the fire draining from the eyes that searched his face… so fervently… for something… And he wasn't sure what she found, but as she raised her eyebrows slightly, he knew she had spotted what she was looking for.

 

And when she spoke to him next, her voice still remained soft and smooth, as if trying to coax him, “Please… Inuyasha, please just talk to me…”

 

Inuyasha breathed deeply and allowed his lids to slide close as he concentrated on the sound of her breathing right next to him. “All right… but, this is between you and me, as always… and I'm not going to repeat myself so you better pay attention…” He felt her hair brush against his face, taking it as she nodded in confirmation though he could not see it.

 

“I was in this room… I guess, if you can call it a room. There was no body there… except… this little kid… I guess you can call it a kid. She had real white hair, and the blackest eyes I've ever seen. And she was holding a mirror. She didn't talk or nothin', didn't even blink at first. Then I heard this really loud growling, and I looked around and couldn't find it. And when I looked back at her, inside the mirror there… was this… thing, this monster… I can't even describe it. It looked like me, but it had red eyes, and fangs, and white hair… it disturbed me, Kagome… Then the little kid looked at me and said something… like, well… `Your true form ruled by your dark heart' or some stupid shit like that. I don't even really remember. Then I flipped out, and was yelling `no, that's not me' and some crap, and Sessho woke me up. I actually punched him, I was so freaked out…”

 

He looked timidly at Kagome after his speech and she seemed to be lost deep in thought. He squirmed, unnerved by the silence that once again reigned in the room.

 

“…Inuyasha?”

 

Inuyasha jumped at the sound of her voice, looking down at her. “What?”

 

“Did he have… well… weird ears?” Inuyasha's brow crinkled, as he stared at her blankly. He couldn't recall… all he could remember were those eyes, those cold eyes of a natural born killer.

 

Inuyasha could not suppress the shiver that ran though him at the thought, and he shook his head wearily. “I… can't really recall, Kags… why?”

 

Kagome shrugged slightly, “Because… I have dreams of a man with fangs and white hair all the time…” Inuyasha blinked at her, looking somewhat curious. “…really?” Kagome nodded in affirmation, and Inuyasha finally understood why she looked so deep in thought before.

 

“…that's odd… Is it really hard pressed just to be coincidence?”

 

Kagome gave him a look that said `stupid', and he held up his hands defensively, “Hey, I just like to explore all the options.”

 

Kagome sighed deeply as if aggravated with him, speaking slowly, “Inuyasha… how often do people dream of men with white hair and fangs?” Inuyasha got annoyed with her tone, feeling as if she spoke to him like he were inferior or idiotic. “Fine then, smart ass, what color were his eyes?”

 

Kagome stretched, rolling her eyes as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “Gold, of course.”

 

Inuyasha smirked, poking her roughly in the chest, “HAH! The guys in my dream, his eyes were aqua and red. Remember? I even said that!” Kagome glared at him, grabbing a pillow and walloping Inuyasha upside the head with it. “All right, geeze, you don't have to be a jerk about it!” Inuyasha grinned, tackling Kagome to the bed and stared down at her. “So, you admit defeat?” Kagome smirked back at him, squirming against his grasp gently, as if not really trying to get away… as if she just moved to put on a show of resistance….

 

“…Never.”

 

Inuyasha held her wrists down above her head, leaning half way on top of her as he peered down in to her beautiful face. She seemed so relaxed… so at ease with him… it was such a different sight than the Kagome he was used to seeing at school. It made his stomach do flip flops… to knot in excitement at the thought of her trust in him…

 

He had her back. His Kagome…

 

“…That's my girl…,” he whispered down to her, smiling softly at her. Kagome drew in a sharp breath at the smile on his face, and he leaned down and plunged his tongue into her sweet haven at the given chance. Inuyasha groaned into her mouth as he applied pressure to her wrists, holding her more firmly down as he climbed atop of her to straddle her to the bed. He felt himself grin against her lips as she tilted her head to allow him more access, her eyes fluttering close as her tongue stroked his affectionately.

 

Inuyasha's mind felt numb at the taste of her… she was so sweet… She was electrifying… and she sent a shock through every single one of his nerves.

 

He heard her whimper into his mouth, and arch against his chest. He knew she wanted to be released. To be able to tangle her hands in his long black hair, to wrench his head to the side so she could taste him more fully. But he was in control, and that wasn't a game he was about to give up easily.

 

Gently, Inuyasha transferred both wrists to his one hand with ease, and then ran his free hand slowly down her arm. He felt her shiver beneath him, and he felt the goosebumps that were created in his path…

 

Nipping at her bottom lip, he ran his hand lower to ride along her side. She flinched at the touch, though it was through her shirt he knew he skin was heated and sensitive. Inuyasha lapped at her tongue, and sucked on it gently as he drew his free hand up her shirt to rake his fingernails along her ribcage. And when he felt her legs wrap around his waist, Inuyasha knew this was going to be a very interesting night indeed.

 

 

 

 

A/n: Yes, I'm leaving it there. And no, they didn't fuck. Just lots of grope-age and dry fucking. What else? Ah, things are going to pick up next chapter. Stayed tuned… *conspiracy music begins to play* Dun dun dun, the plot thickens.Kukukuku.