InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Poison ( Chapter 8 )
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By: chelseatygers 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.14.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 677 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.14.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 677 | Status: Work In Progress
*Song for the chapter: Poison by Meg Myers*
Inuyasha was still afraid the next morning, trying not to remember what he had done to Kagome yesterday as it only made him more anxious and aroused. He wondered if she’d even remember. Not remembering would be worse than remembering, and the thought almost made him hyperventilate. The worst part was that he didn’t really regret it. She hadn’t been truly present and participating, he knew that, but that experience with her was more than he had allowed himself to dream of and he would take the memory to his grave, one brief moment of… he didn’t know what to call it, but he knew he’d think about it every day until he either died or went crazy.
He waited until he heard the front door close, signaling that Kagome had called a car and left for school. Cursing his cowardliness, he slipped out of his room only to come face to face with the very one he was trying to avoid. How the heck did she do that? They stared at each other, and despite his guilt and previous attempt at avoiding her, he was glad to see her. Not daring to take his eyes from hers, he leaned back on the opposite side of the door he had masturbated against the night before, allowing her to make the first move.
“We need to talk, Papa Yasha,” she said.
He flinched. So they were back to that. At least she didn’t sound mad. Kagome broke eye contact and walked downstairs, expecting him to follow. She led him to the sitting room and gestured toward his arm chair, taking a seat on the sofa for herself. It was all so formal he almost wanted to laugh, but decided it was best not to under the circumstances.
“I believe we can both agree that what happened last night was a mistake,” she said primly, doing her best impression of Kikyo. He rolled his eyes.
“Cut the shit and be yourself, Kagome,” he spat out, suddenly upset. A mistake? Maybe for her, but she had enjoyed herself regardless.
She glared at him, tears forming in her eyes. “Don’t act like you know me,” she hissed. “We’ve hardly met and we’ve already—already—“
“Look, please don’t cry,” he pleaded. “I’m sorry, and I know that’s not enough, it can never be enough.”
“What will Mother say?” she whispered, horrified.
“Nothing. Because we’re not going to tell her, okay? Neither of us wants that,” he said urgently.
“But how—Alright,” she nodded, following with a sigh. “I’m sorry, too. This never would have happened if I weren’t so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. This was all my fault! I should have thrown that drink out before you moved in.”
“What did you do to Hojo?”
“Is that the boy you… you were with?”
Kagome blushed. “Yes. I need to apologize to him, too. This is all so terrible.”
“I showed him the door, then I went back to take care of you,” he muttered, his poor choice of words making him blush as well.
Kagome fidgeted nervously in her seat, biting her lip like she had before until she noticed how his eyes were drawn to it. “Um, I’m late for school, so I’ll just…”
“I’ll take you.”
“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, not looking at him.
He sighed. “I’ll drop you off just this last time, okay? I’ll get a car for you from now on. I think it’s best if maybe we stopped hanging out so much. I’ve been… attracted to you ever since I first saw you,” he finally confessed, feeling his heart twist in his chest as she turned her face away and appeared to be trying not to listen. “I’m sorry I took advantage of your vulnerability like that and I understand if you don’t want to be friends.”
“You’re still my best friend,” she said, eyes on her feet. “I just think we need to, like you said, not hang out so much. We spent a lot of time together and it was obviously unhealthy and we formed attachments we shouldn’t have. I don’t want you to feel so bad about yesterday because,” she closed her eyes, “because I liked what you did to me even though I knew it shouldn’t have happened. I—I think you are very nice and handsome and just great and when you—when you touched me like that…” she stopped, absentmindedly pressing her thighs closer together and touching her lips. “I’m sorry. I just like you so much,” she finished in a whisper.
“We should probably get going,” he said hoarsely.
Kagome nodded and grabbed her school bag, awkwardly brushing past him to the door. They spent the entire ride in silence, each going over the words the other had said and storing them away in their hearts. He dropped her off without a goodbye and immediately went into work, an hour early and completely furious. Inuyasha had just lost the one bit of goodness in his life and although it seemed like she reciprocated his feelings to at least some degree, there was no way she would allow them to be together. And he could understand, really. If anyone else knew about what they had done they’d think it was disgusting, but knowing and feeling are two very different things.
He kept the underwear he had taken from her in a plastic Ziploc bag in his briefcase, sometimes pulling it out at work and sniffing it, other times just staring at it. He had stuffed it in his mouth so many times that it smelled more like him than her, and he now regretted all his enthusiastic jacking off sessions, although that didn’t stop him. He hadn’t slept since what happened with Kagome, and it was beginning to wear at him. As a half-demon, he could survive without sleep for much longer than an ordinary man, but the way things were going he was thinking of getting some demon-strength sleeping pills.
What helped keep him up at night was the knowledge of what Kagome did right before she went to sleep. He had stumbled upon it a couple nights after what happened. Stopping before her door on the way to his, he lingered, imagining her tucked away in her cloud bed, dreaming of whatever angels dream of. That was when he heard a small sigh, one that immediately tipped him off to what she was doing. Mourning his inability to see through walls, he jammed his ear against the door to better hear her gasping breaths and sweet moans. Reaching into his pants, he jerked himself quickly, trying to catch up with her. It was just a few seconds later that he heard her climax, saying his actual name, not that stupid nickname, in a loud whisper. He came as well, answering her by whispering her name into the door as quietly as he could.
Kikyo came back from wherever it was she had gone. She always said she was at work, but he smelled sex on her and knew she had been with a man, most likely that Sui-whatever guy she had told him about. Again, she tried to engage him in a battle of tongues, but he refused her, gently this time, reiterating his lies about being hurt and needing time to heal when really he was just not the kind of man to kiss a woman after his mouth had been on her daughter’s pussy. Kikyo was vain enough to believe it and happily went about working and her not so secret rendezvous with that doctor guy. She was hardly ever home and he doubted she had ever even slept in the twin bed he hadn’t bothered replacing.
On one of her visits, which always seemed to be when Kagome was not around, he asked her what he’d been wondering for some time.
“Uh, Kikyo, is Kagome on, er, birth control?”
Kikyo looked at him sharply, suspicious. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that she has this boy hanging around her all the time now and I was thinking that they might, uh, do stuff,” he muttered, the words tasting bad in his mouth.
She laughed. “Kagome? With a boy? They haven’t shown any interest in her, so I’m surprised. Thank you for telling me, Inuyasha, but you don’t have to worry. I put her on birth control immediately when she started her first period. She complained of her cramps so much that it was nearly unbearable for Urasue, so we thought it best to just reduce the amount of times per year we’d have to suffer through that.”
“Wow, um, okay.” He filed the information away for later, trying to suppress his disgust at Kikyo’s actions.
And then Kagome broke the routine, as he had been hoping she would, although it was not in the way he wanted. She brought home a boy, the same one that had been on top of her, the one that had been spending time with her since the first day of school. Hojo. He smelled him as soon as they entered, his fangs baring and a growl making its way out of his throat. Inuyasha had stayed home from work that day, hoping for a glimpse of Kagome before she shut herself up in her room for the night. He usually got back too late to see her cook and do whatever else she did. Kikyo had not been back since yesterday and he assumed she was actually working since she had seemed quite occupied and had not even wanted to chat.
Immediately he was before them, his posture and gestures saying “welcoming, benevolent host” but his face screaming murder. He glared back and forth between them, his gaze softening somewhat as he looked Kagome up and down, taking in the sight of her and enjoying it immensely.
“Hojo is tutoring me,” she explained calmly. “I told him what happened.”
When his eyes widened, she quickly sputtered out, “N-no! What happened with the drink! Why he and I were acting that way!”
Inuyasha relaxed and Hojo looked at him, confused by the conversation and scared. There was still a bruise on his face and Inuyasha smiled, proud of his work. The boy knew what he was capable of. He wouldn’t overstep his boundaries. It looked like Kagome had dragged him there almost against his will, anyway. The kid hadn’t said a word and his hands were shaking. He was too afraid to even look at Kagome. Even though he observed all this, it didn’t stop him from feeling insanely, incredibly, intensely jealous. He still wanted to rip the kid’s throat out.
“Fine,” he nodded, seeing the look on Kagome’s face. “But stay at the kitchen table. And tutor her for real this time,” he added with a growl.
“Y-yes, sir!” Hojo yelped.
Sitting down in his chair, he heard Kagome offer him refreshments and Hojo decline rather loudly. They launched into the tutoring session and soon he was bored with eavesdropping as they were only talking about math. He kept one ear trained for any unusual sounds and went back to his laptop, reading over some messages from Myoga involving Shikon. Every sabotage had been performed so skillfully that it was nearly impossible to figure out who had done it, but Inuyasha believed Kikyo when she said it was Onigumo. Destroying him was even more important now that Kagome was in his life. He didn’t ever want her learning what her father was like or even that she had a father. He would be the only man she needed, in whatever capacity she required.
Finally, he heard Hojo stammer out a goodbye and Kagome walk him to the door, shutting it with a sigh. She made her way to where Inuyasha was now pretending to work, heart beating in anticipation of actually talking to her for the first time in days. He was torn between disappointment and excitement when she bent over in front of where he was sitting, attempting to get a schoolbook of hers that was under his feet on the coffee table. She stumbled over her own feet and fell, palms smacking the surface of the table. Her skirt rode up a bit too high and what he saw made him choke. She was wearing a tiny, little thong. Had she dressed for Hojo? Had she counted on Inuyasha not being there? Had he ruined her plans?
Those thoughts coupled with his jealousy and lack of sleep made him so angry he growled, coming to a sudden decision. “Come here, Kagome,” he said in a low voice, shutting his laptop and tossing it on the floor to the side of his chair, not caring if it broke.
Startled at the sound of his voice, she turned to him, obeying without thought. He was pleased. If she had ignored him, things would have become much, much worse. Kagome stood at his side and he could feel her curiosity and reluctance. He said nothing and just as she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist, dragging her face-down across his lap.
“What the fuck is this, Kagome?” he hissed, bringing a hand up to her rear and stroking the skin around the thong. She responded immediately, pushing back into his hand, her wetness making the underwear damp. However, she said nothing, and actions weren’t enough this time.
“I asked you a question,” he said calmly, bringing his hand down on her perfectly round, lily-white bottom with a loud slap.
“Ow!” she yelled, trying to turn her head and look at him. “That hurt! What are you—“
He slapped her again on the other cheek, this time squeezing her afterward. “Just answer the question, Kagome,” he whispered, running his claws gently down the line of her thong.
She shivered and said, “I don’t—“
Two slaps.
“Fine! I picked it out when we went shopping that one time. I liked it so I got it,” she muttered into the armrest.
He slapped her again, hitting both cheeks at once, enjoying the way her flesh jiggled and changed colors to a very becoming red. “Why’d you wear it today?”
“I just felt like it.”
He slapped her again.
“Ow! What was that for? I answered the question!”
“I just felt like it,” he smirked.
Kagome tried to turn over but he kept her down across him, her struggles stimulating his erection. She stopped trying to get away when he began to run a finger down along her thong, ripping it off with a claw and quickly stuffing it in his shirt pocket. He ran his hand over Kagome’s cheeks, hearing her breathing quicken and become heavier, the sensations she felt on her sensitized skin completely new. Her wetness dripped onto his pants and he stuck a finger in her, both of them moaning at the feeling.
“So good,” she whispered. Inuyasha nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see. He withdrew from her, ignoring her cry, and flipped her onto her back on the coffee table. Leaning over her, he kissed her lips tenderly, apologizing, then allowed himself to be dragged into her much more frantic and impassioned response.
“I want to be with you, Kagome,” he whispered into her hair. “Really be with you. I don’t want to be friends or your step-dad or anything else.”
“Me too. Or me neither. You know what I mean,” she whispered back, grabbing him by the hair to give him another kiss with her already swollen lips. He broke apart with an abrupt movement and stared down at her lustily.
“I’ll ‘tutor’ you, Kagome. I’ll teach you things you only dreamt about. So ditch the kid and leave your schooling to me.”
She bit her lip and nodded eagerly, not really paying attention to his words, wanting him to continue. Smiling, he kissed his way down her body, nipping at her breasts and swirling around her nipples with his tongue until she begged him to go lower. He complied, using his fingers and tongue to bring her to orgasm, her hands fisted in his hair as she humped his face. When she calmed down, he kissed her again, slowly and lovingly, supporting her head with one hand and caressing her breast with the other, trying to ignore his own burning need as he sought to arouse her again. She wasn’t ready for all of him yet, but he’d work on her until she was. He sealed the promise to himself by giving Kagome a hard kiss and gently biting her lower lip while pinching her nipple, making her moan and arch into him.
He could wait.
Inuyasha was still afraid the next morning, trying not to remember what he had done to Kagome yesterday as it only made him more anxious and aroused. He wondered if she’d even remember. Not remembering would be worse than remembering, and the thought almost made him hyperventilate. The worst part was that he didn’t really regret it. She hadn’t been truly present and participating, he knew that, but that experience with her was more than he had allowed himself to dream of and he would take the memory to his grave, one brief moment of… he didn’t know what to call it, but he knew he’d think about it every day until he either died or went crazy.
He waited until he heard the front door close, signaling that Kagome had called a car and left for school. Cursing his cowardliness, he slipped out of his room only to come face to face with the very one he was trying to avoid. How the heck did she do that? They stared at each other, and despite his guilt and previous attempt at avoiding her, he was glad to see her. Not daring to take his eyes from hers, he leaned back on the opposite side of the door he had masturbated against the night before, allowing her to make the first move.
“We need to talk, Papa Yasha,” she said.
He flinched. So they were back to that. At least she didn’t sound mad. Kagome broke eye contact and walked downstairs, expecting him to follow. She led him to the sitting room and gestured toward his arm chair, taking a seat on the sofa for herself. It was all so formal he almost wanted to laugh, but decided it was best not to under the circumstances.
“I believe we can both agree that what happened last night was a mistake,” she said primly, doing her best impression of Kikyo. He rolled his eyes.
“Cut the shit and be yourself, Kagome,” he spat out, suddenly upset. A mistake? Maybe for her, but she had enjoyed herself regardless.
She glared at him, tears forming in her eyes. “Don’t act like you know me,” she hissed. “We’ve hardly met and we’ve already—already—“
“Look, please don’t cry,” he pleaded. “I’m sorry, and I know that’s not enough, it can never be enough.”
“What will Mother say?” she whispered, horrified.
“Nothing. Because we’re not going to tell her, okay? Neither of us wants that,” he said urgently.
“But how—Alright,” she nodded, following with a sigh. “I’m sorry, too. This never would have happened if I weren’t so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. This was all my fault! I should have thrown that drink out before you moved in.”
“What did you do to Hojo?”
“Is that the boy you… you were with?”
Kagome blushed. “Yes. I need to apologize to him, too. This is all so terrible.”
“I showed him the door, then I went back to take care of you,” he muttered, his poor choice of words making him blush as well.
Kagome fidgeted nervously in her seat, biting her lip like she had before until she noticed how his eyes were drawn to it. “Um, I’m late for school, so I’ll just…”
“I’ll take you.”
“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, not looking at him.
He sighed. “I’ll drop you off just this last time, okay? I’ll get a car for you from now on. I think it’s best if maybe we stopped hanging out so much. I’ve been… attracted to you ever since I first saw you,” he finally confessed, feeling his heart twist in his chest as she turned her face away and appeared to be trying not to listen. “I’m sorry I took advantage of your vulnerability like that and I understand if you don’t want to be friends.”
“You’re still my best friend,” she said, eyes on her feet. “I just think we need to, like you said, not hang out so much. We spent a lot of time together and it was obviously unhealthy and we formed attachments we shouldn’t have. I don’t want you to feel so bad about yesterday because,” she closed her eyes, “because I liked what you did to me even though I knew it shouldn’t have happened. I—I think you are very nice and handsome and just great and when you—when you touched me like that…” she stopped, absentmindedly pressing her thighs closer together and touching her lips. “I’m sorry. I just like you so much,” she finished in a whisper.
“We should probably get going,” he said hoarsely.
Kagome nodded and grabbed her school bag, awkwardly brushing past him to the door. They spent the entire ride in silence, each going over the words the other had said and storing them away in their hearts. He dropped her off without a goodbye and immediately went into work, an hour early and completely furious. Inuyasha had just lost the one bit of goodness in his life and although it seemed like she reciprocated his feelings to at least some degree, there was no way she would allow them to be together. And he could understand, really. If anyone else knew about what they had done they’d think it was disgusting, but knowing and feeling are two very different things.
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Apparently, to Kagome “we shouldn’t hang out so much” meant “we should never ever ever talk again ever for the rest of forever”. It had been days and he had barely seen her. She had even bought groceries, instructing her driver to take her to a store after school one day and using the card he had given her for emergencies. He guessed this could be seen as an emergency from her point of view, but now he didn’t even have the excuse of asking her what she wanted for dinner in order to see her, hear her. Inuyasha now moped about whenever he was at home, wanting to just sit next to her and listen to her voice but not able to even have that much. She would cook dinner, leave him a plate, and take her food up to her room immediately. He considered hiding all the food so she’d have to talk to him, but he knew she was stubborn and would probably starve before knocking on his door.He kept the underwear he had taken from her in a plastic Ziploc bag in his briefcase, sometimes pulling it out at work and sniffing it, other times just staring at it. He had stuffed it in his mouth so many times that it smelled more like him than her, and he now regretted all his enthusiastic jacking off sessions, although that didn’t stop him. He hadn’t slept since what happened with Kagome, and it was beginning to wear at him. As a half-demon, he could survive without sleep for much longer than an ordinary man, but the way things were going he was thinking of getting some demon-strength sleeping pills.
What helped keep him up at night was the knowledge of what Kagome did right before she went to sleep. He had stumbled upon it a couple nights after what happened. Stopping before her door on the way to his, he lingered, imagining her tucked away in her cloud bed, dreaming of whatever angels dream of. That was when he heard a small sigh, one that immediately tipped him off to what she was doing. Mourning his inability to see through walls, he jammed his ear against the door to better hear her gasping breaths and sweet moans. Reaching into his pants, he jerked himself quickly, trying to catch up with her. It was just a few seconds later that he heard her climax, saying his actual name, not that stupid nickname, in a loud whisper. He came as well, answering her by whispering her name into the door as quietly as he could.
Kikyo came back from wherever it was she had gone. She always said she was at work, but he smelled sex on her and knew she had been with a man, most likely that Sui-whatever guy she had told him about. Again, she tried to engage him in a battle of tongues, but he refused her, gently this time, reiterating his lies about being hurt and needing time to heal when really he was just not the kind of man to kiss a woman after his mouth had been on her daughter’s pussy. Kikyo was vain enough to believe it and happily went about working and her not so secret rendezvous with that doctor guy. She was hardly ever home and he doubted she had ever even slept in the twin bed he hadn’t bothered replacing.
On one of her visits, which always seemed to be when Kagome was not around, he asked her what he’d been wondering for some time.
“Uh, Kikyo, is Kagome on, er, birth control?”
Kikyo looked at him sharply, suspicious. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that she has this boy hanging around her all the time now and I was thinking that they might, uh, do stuff,” he muttered, the words tasting bad in his mouth.
She laughed. “Kagome? With a boy? They haven’t shown any interest in her, so I’m surprised. Thank you for telling me, Inuyasha, but you don’t have to worry. I put her on birth control immediately when she started her first period. She complained of her cramps so much that it was nearly unbearable for Urasue, so we thought it best to just reduce the amount of times per year we’d have to suffer through that.”
“Wow, um, okay.” He filed the information away for later, trying to suppress his disgust at Kikyo’s actions.
And then Kagome broke the routine, as he had been hoping she would, although it was not in the way he wanted. She brought home a boy, the same one that had been on top of her, the one that had been spending time with her since the first day of school. Hojo. He smelled him as soon as they entered, his fangs baring and a growl making its way out of his throat. Inuyasha had stayed home from work that day, hoping for a glimpse of Kagome before she shut herself up in her room for the night. He usually got back too late to see her cook and do whatever else she did. Kikyo had not been back since yesterday and he assumed she was actually working since she had seemed quite occupied and had not even wanted to chat.
Immediately he was before them, his posture and gestures saying “welcoming, benevolent host” but his face screaming murder. He glared back and forth between them, his gaze softening somewhat as he looked Kagome up and down, taking in the sight of her and enjoying it immensely.
“Hojo is tutoring me,” she explained calmly. “I told him what happened.”
When his eyes widened, she quickly sputtered out, “N-no! What happened with the drink! Why he and I were acting that way!”
Inuyasha relaxed and Hojo looked at him, confused by the conversation and scared. There was still a bruise on his face and Inuyasha smiled, proud of his work. The boy knew what he was capable of. He wouldn’t overstep his boundaries. It looked like Kagome had dragged him there almost against his will, anyway. The kid hadn’t said a word and his hands were shaking. He was too afraid to even look at Kagome. Even though he observed all this, it didn’t stop him from feeling insanely, incredibly, intensely jealous. He still wanted to rip the kid’s throat out.
“Fine,” he nodded, seeing the look on Kagome’s face. “But stay at the kitchen table. And tutor her for real this time,” he added with a growl.
“Y-yes, sir!” Hojo yelped.
Sitting down in his chair, he heard Kagome offer him refreshments and Hojo decline rather loudly. They launched into the tutoring session and soon he was bored with eavesdropping as they were only talking about math. He kept one ear trained for any unusual sounds and went back to his laptop, reading over some messages from Myoga involving Shikon. Every sabotage had been performed so skillfully that it was nearly impossible to figure out who had done it, but Inuyasha believed Kikyo when she said it was Onigumo. Destroying him was even more important now that Kagome was in his life. He didn’t ever want her learning what her father was like or even that she had a father. He would be the only man she needed, in whatever capacity she required.
Finally, he heard Hojo stammer out a goodbye and Kagome walk him to the door, shutting it with a sigh. She made her way to where Inuyasha was now pretending to work, heart beating in anticipation of actually talking to her for the first time in days. He was torn between disappointment and excitement when she bent over in front of where he was sitting, attempting to get a schoolbook of hers that was under his feet on the coffee table. She stumbled over her own feet and fell, palms smacking the surface of the table. Her skirt rode up a bit too high and what he saw made him choke. She was wearing a tiny, little thong. Had she dressed for Hojo? Had she counted on Inuyasha not being there? Had he ruined her plans?
Those thoughts coupled with his jealousy and lack of sleep made him so angry he growled, coming to a sudden decision. “Come here, Kagome,” he said in a low voice, shutting his laptop and tossing it on the floor to the side of his chair, not caring if it broke.
Startled at the sound of his voice, she turned to him, obeying without thought. He was pleased. If she had ignored him, things would have become much, much worse. Kagome stood at his side and he could feel her curiosity and reluctance. He said nothing and just as she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist, dragging her face-down across his lap.
“What the fuck is this, Kagome?” he hissed, bringing a hand up to her rear and stroking the skin around the thong. She responded immediately, pushing back into his hand, her wetness making the underwear damp. However, she said nothing, and actions weren’t enough this time.
“I asked you a question,” he said calmly, bringing his hand down on her perfectly round, lily-white bottom with a loud slap.
“Ow!” she yelled, trying to turn her head and look at him. “That hurt! What are you—“
He slapped her again on the other cheek, this time squeezing her afterward. “Just answer the question, Kagome,” he whispered, running his claws gently down the line of her thong.
She shivered and said, “I don’t—“
Two slaps.
“Fine! I picked it out when we went shopping that one time. I liked it so I got it,” she muttered into the armrest.
He slapped her again, hitting both cheeks at once, enjoying the way her flesh jiggled and changed colors to a very becoming red. “Why’d you wear it today?”
“I just felt like it.”
He slapped her again.
“Ow! What was that for? I answered the question!”
“I just felt like it,” he smirked.
Kagome tried to turn over but he kept her down across him, her struggles stimulating his erection. She stopped trying to get away when he began to run a finger down along her thong, ripping it off with a claw and quickly stuffing it in his shirt pocket. He ran his hand over Kagome’s cheeks, hearing her breathing quicken and become heavier, the sensations she felt on her sensitized skin completely new. Her wetness dripped onto his pants and he stuck a finger in her, both of them moaning at the feeling.
“So good,” she whispered. Inuyasha nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see. He withdrew from her, ignoring her cry, and flipped her onto her back on the coffee table. Leaning over her, he kissed her lips tenderly, apologizing, then allowed himself to be dragged into her much more frantic and impassioned response.
“I want to be with you, Kagome,” he whispered into her hair. “Really be with you. I don’t want to be friends or your step-dad or anything else.”
“Me too. Or me neither. You know what I mean,” she whispered back, grabbing him by the hair to give him another kiss with her already swollen lips. He broke apart with an abrupt movement and stared down at her lustily.
“I’ll ‘tutor’ you, Kagome. I’ll teach you things you only dreamt about. So ditch the kid and leave your schooling to me.”
She bit her lip and nodded eagerly, not really paying attention to his words, wanting him to continue. Smiling, he kissed his way down her body, nipping at her breasts and swirling around her nipples with his tongue until she begged him to go lower. He complied, using his fingers and tongue to bring her to orgasm, her hands fisted in his hair as she humped his face. When she calmed down, he kissed her again, slowly and lovingly, supporting her head with one hand and caressing her breast with the other, trying to ignore his own burning need as he sought to arouse her again. She wasn’t ready for all of him yet, but he’d work on her until she was. He sealed the promise to himself by giving Kagome a hard kiss and gently biting her lower lip while pinching her nipple, making her moan and arch into him.
He could wait.