InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Consummation ❯ Sweet Consummation ( Chapter 1 )

AN: To anybody reading this: Thank you very much. About all my other stories… *cough* … Uh… I don't know…? :\ I'm so very sorry for leaving them hanging, but things change, responsibilities change, and so does life and I just couldn't write them anymore. Maybe one day I can finally finish them all ^^; I certainly hope so.

Anywho, here I am with a little one-shot with *GASP* LEMON *GASP*. Yeah, yeah. But this isn't based on sex, it's based on love and unity, having total, entire faith and trust in the hands of your lover. I like it actually, and I'm quite proud. I still hope, though, that my innocent family never sees this. ._.;; Ah, well. I hope you enjoy because I had fun writing it. ^^

…Are you still reading? xD; Kudos and cookies to you, then, because I admit that I tend to skip over Ans as well. Well then, on with the story.

 

 

 

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A small breeze rattled the panes of glass in her room, and she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. A bird cooed softly from the other side of the window, and her eyes drifted shut, lacking fatigue. She was anything but tired, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest, the constant thumps reminding her of why she wasn't sleeping. He called to her, and she was trying to resist. The small thought of her comrades being in a far-off land hunting youkai was traitorous, and she slid back the covers, sliding her bare feet on to the cold floor.

She slid on a pair of jeans, her mind far from the task, as her heart continued its relentless tempo. She absently slid a sweater over her tank top, and slipped outside her room, down the stairs, and out of the house. Her shoes crunched lightly against the few rocks scattered on the pavement as she walked towards the well house, her body moving of its own volition. She opened the doors of the tiny hut, and closed them behind her. The well gaped at her, calling to her, and a tiny rush of adrenaline laced her blood, rushing through her veins.

This was wrong, she told herself. It was wrong to desire him, to want him, to feel his arms hold her tight. It was betrayal, she chided, unfair and cruel. It was deceiving, and she shuddered, closing her eyes. And yet it felt so right, whispering sweet nothings in her ears, his fingers stroking through her hair languidly, telling of unsaid words and thoughts. She slowly moved towards the edge of the well. It was relaxing, lying beside him, and watching the stars twinkle as she counted the seconds they were together. She braced a knee against the rim of the well, and moved to jump. It was painful, her mind whispered, and her heart lurched. But she wanted more. She needed more.

She jumped and felt the familiar pull of the magic as she drifted back to a feudal era. She landed on the compact soil, and began climbing the walls, as her heart echoed loudly in her ears, a rhythm, a beat, a driving force as her legs and arms continued to move. She was closer, she knew, and he was waiting. Calling.

She climbed over the top and stood, her eyes closing as the night breeze encompassed her. A bead of sweat slid down between her breasts and she shivered. It called memories to her, unbidden, but not unwelcome. Her eyes fluttered open, as to her right, the wind suddenly shifted and she walked towards the forested area. She entered and continued to walk, her mind and her heart guiding her as she passed tree after countless tree, the denial and disagreement inside her slowly fading away to a dull whine that she ignored.

And then he was there, watching her. And she was across from him, standing, waiting, wondering what to do. She thought if he might shun her, might cast her off and say, `It's over', and break her heart. But he held out his hand to her, and she moved towards him, reaching out her own until their fingertips touched, igniting a spark that raced through both their palms.

And then her arms were around him as he embraced her, running his fingers through her hair. She slid her arms up his back and pulled him to her tighter, afraid that if she let go he might disappear. His head lowered to her and he snuffed at her neck. She sighed and leaned into the comforting action, as her own hands moved up to trace the contours of his back, the wisps of the ends of his hair tickling her. She rubbed her cheek against his and he pulled back, to her regret and also mounting excitement.

He could tell, she knew, and his eyes met hers flaring with an emotion, a passion that she knew so well. She brought her hands to his face and traced the smooth lines of his cheekbones, the markings scattered across his skin, and softly, slowly, sliding her fingers across his lips, relishing in the softness, the warmth. He brought his face down to hers and she willingly complied, barely touching, lips brushing with the slightest contact, teasing, exciting.

His hands continued to part her hair as he moved closer, more insistent, and she pressed her body against him, softly, seeking his comfort, his safety. She kissed him, gently, and dragged her lips from his mouth to trace kisses along his jaw, up his face to his ear where she kissed the shell and then gently bit down, teasing him, enticing him.

And then his mouth was on hers, a new fire lit inside both of them, and she responded in kind. Her lips pressed against hers, moving, gliding, begging, asking for permission and she granted, opening her mouth to his. His tongue lazily traced the inner part of her lips and she sighed, sinking in to him as her own rose to meet his, shy, and then bold as another spark shot through her. She traced her tongue over his teeth, his fangs, and his hands entangled themselves in her hair, drawing her ever closer, pressing her to him as if he wished to make them one, and she didn't mind.

He broke off first, and she whined at the loss of contact making him chuckle, deep, throaty, to her immense delight. His mouth slid down the side of her jaw, down her neck, alternating sweet kisses with licks of his tongue and playful nips that enticed her. He paused to pull off her sweater, and she helped him, itching to feel his skin against hers and she sighed as the night air enveloped her. She tangled her hands in his hair as he continued his onslaught, kissing, nipping, teasing her as he ran his tongue along her collarbone to the rise of her shoulder and she shuddered. He slid a strap of her shirt down her arm, trailing behind, his mouth leaving sweet butterfly kisses that made her pull him to her fiercely.

She slid her hands over his armor, finding the clasp and releasing it, tossing it aside where it landed against a tree with a soft thud. She paid no heed, and she gently removed his pelt, where it landed beside them, forgotten for now. Her hands slid past his clothing to his chest, and her hands burned at his heat. She traced his chest with her fingers, leaving trails of heat, and she ran her fingertips gently over one of his nipples, smiling when he shuddered and it rose to attention. As he began to kiss her other shoulder, he gently slid the strap down, and she let her hands drift softly, purposefully, down his abdomen, tracing the outlines of his muscles. She drifted lower, lower, daring him to stop her, yet daring him to let her continue. He nipped hard, as if to say `No, not yet', and she relinquished, satisfied with feeling him. For now.

Her shirt came next, over her head, and she shivered as another breeze passed through the forest. He lowered his head and she caught it with her hands, bringing his face up to hers in a kiss, soft, telling him things she dare not say aloud, but he understood, as he always did, and when they parted he whispered sweet things in her ear. She smiled and gathered his hair, placing it over his shoulder as she began to work his shirt off him. It was her turn, and she rejoiced in feeling him, his broad shoulders and they muscles that lie underneath, deadly, yet so comforting. She could feel his eyes on her, and she let her hands glide softly over his skin as a sleeve came down, a precursor to the next. Softly, ever so softly, she traced her fingers across his chest to his other shoulder, leaning up to kiss and gently pull on a part of his neck that she knew he liked, and a low rumble came from his chest. She grinned against his skin, sliding his other sleeve down his arm slowly, caressing his arms as he lifted them out for her, the top part of his garments hanging uselessly by his sides.

He kissed her firm but steady, and she acknowledged the underlying passion. She entwined his hair in her fingers, and gently pulled him away from her mouth, disappointed, yet excited for the things to come. He immediately drifted down to her breasts, and she sighed letting her head fall back as he gently rubbed his face in the valley between them. He teased her, and she hardened, pulling his face to her chest, refusing to let him go. He kissed, she sighed. He licked, and she shivered. He nipped and her knees shook, threatening to give way. The small flame grew in the pit of her stomach and he knew, growling low against her abdomen and she stroked his hair, as he loved her, softly, quietly.

Gently, she felt herself being lowered to the ground and she wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing him with her. She lay on his discarded pelt, her head cushioned, and he came down overtop her, bracing himself with his arms on either side of her head. She leaned up and kissed him, trailing kiss over his face, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and she kissed the crescent moon on his forehead before meeting his lips again with a building need, a building desire.

One of his hands trailed down her hip and she arched in to it as he moved his fingers over her waist and deftly opened the button and unzipped her jeans. She smiled up at him, as she slowly began to wriggle out of her confines, and when she was done they were discarded near her shirts. She gave him a coy look, and started untying the sash around his waist. He smirked and leaned in to gently kiss her forehead, as his other hand aided her in her task. Soon he was naked on top her, the only barrier a flimsy piece of clothing and she shivered in anticipation. Her hands roamed his back freely, gliding over the muscles that worked to hold him above her, twitching and moving, following the path of her fingers as he continued to trace his lips over her face.

A hand drifted lower and gently caressed her through cloth, and her body arched into his as she drew in an unexpected breath of air. It was not unwanted, though, and she buried her head in his shoulder as his hands caressed her breasts, her stomach, and she fell under his spell as the flame that had started out so small began to burst in to life and she brought his hands to her face, kissing them, licking the fingertips. She made eye contact and held it as his amber eyes blaze with passion and love, wanting, wanting her and she smiled.

She pulled him down to her, and his knee parted her legs as he came to rest above her. He ground into her and she moved against him, wanting, needing, desiring the joining they both desperately craved. Her fingers slid down to his waist where he stood, proud and tall, and she gently caressed him as he alternated growling and moaning low in his chest against her. He pushed harder, and she threw her head back in delight as he touched her, felt her and made her feel in ways that no one else could. She burned, now, and his skin was molten to the touch. Her breathing was coming in shallower as she anticipated, and she needn't wait long.

His hands lowered to pull at the garment stopping them, and her hands were there, helping him and she slid out of it, as it too was tossed to the side and forgotten. All that mattered was him, the delicious weight of his body on hers, as he moved and positioned himself at her entrance. And yet he didn't give her what she wanted yet, and she pouted, as he nibbled on her lower lip that had presented itself. She whined into his mouth and he chuckled again, the vibrations in his chest rumbling up through his throat into her mouth and the whine promptly switched to a moan of desire and submission. She was his, she knew, and she offered herself to him freely.

He rubbed his manhood against her and she gasped, but he never entered and she moaned. Sweet friction, she craved it but she wanted more, much more. She knew he wouldn't hold out longer, and she reached her hand up, pulling his hair back to reveal a single ear that glowed in the moonlight. She lifted her head to it and gave it a gentle but firm tug and he convulsed, sliding in to her forcefully and she let her head drop as a warm sensation ran through her veins, encompassing her and she shuddered in delight as she was filled.

He moved, slowly, and she wrapped herself around him. He pushed back in, and she sighed and moaned, giving him all of her. She kissed him lightly, and he nipped her shoulder, licking to sooth the sting, as he set a steady tempo that satisfied them both. And yet again, not for long. The desire for more drove them both, and he increased his pace, and she rose to meet him as their bodies entwined.

She was his violin, and he played her, together creating glorious music that echoed in their heads. Their bodies sang as they joined in the night, love, lust, need surging through them as they performed in perfect harmony. He played her faster, and she sang for him, her body encompassing him as she locked herself around him and gasped. Her head flew back, breathing for air and a drop of sweat slid down the skin between her breasts, and his tongue darted out to catch it.

The flame burned, her body burned, and her legs tensed as he moved ever faster, and she rose to meet him, the desire overwhelming, consuming. Her bangs were plaster to her forehead, and his hair clung to both of them as she began to feel herself being pushed towards the end. His movements were jerky and rushed, and she knew he was near as well as his breath wafted to her ear and she pulled his head down to her. She was running, running to edge of a glorious peak, and he drove her to it, urging her to let go, to release.

And she did, letting herself fall over that glorious peak as a blinding rush of passion surged through her entire being and her mouth flew open in a silent scream. He pushed against her, and her body rode the waves of her crescendo, as he pushed in to her one last time, his body taught. He held over her as warmth slowly crept in to her body, and she gasped for breath against him as he collapsed atop her, still overwhelmed. He rolled off and out of her, and she rolled on to her side to face him, stroking his face and pushing back his bangs as his breathing returned to a normal pace.

She smiled upon him, and she saw him allow himself a smile before reaching out to her and pulling her firmly to him. She nestled her head against his chest and his hand traced patterns over her back. Content, tired and sated, she felt sleep finally start to pull at her, and she closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of his sweat and his scent, of a rushing water and night air.

His hand continued to stroke her and it soothed her, calmed her. In the back of her mind came the same voice every time. This is wrong, it told her, and she smiled. It's unspeakable, it spoke, and she wrapped an arm around his chest, letting her fingers tangle in his gossamer locks. It's painful, it whispered, and she smiled for it was true. But he leaned down and placed his lips on top her head in a soft, never-ending kiss as he rested there and she felt his body relaxing, drifting off in to sleep. She let herself fall to the callings of rest, and she snuggled closer to him as he draped his pelt over them, covering them, shielding her, protecting her as he always did.

It was beautiful.

 

 

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