InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ad ❯ A Night of Spontaneity ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

A Night of Spontaneity

Inu Yasha rolled over once again as he stretched his limbs to cover his entire bed, which embraced him warmly, but it did not help. Her scent still lingered there. It wasn't strong enough to provide the comfort he needed to find sleep, but it wasn't weak enough to go unnoticed. It was just lingering there, like a ghost from the past trying to catch up to the future. He growled in frustration.

At first, he had been grateful Kaede hadn't been in to change the sheets. It felt good to crawl into bed with her scent there. It was like a reminder that she would join him, but as time passed, and the cruel reality set in, he became irritated, slightly at first. But, soon, it grew like a little itch on your back just out of your reach. "Fucking wench!"

"She should be here, by your side, like the bitch she is." His youkai instincts demanded.

"She should be here to keep you company." His other half replied. He looked down at little Inu and saw that it too had a reason for her company.

"Fucking luck! I have to want the one woman that has scruples in this fucking city!"

"But, then again," a sly smirk spread across his lips, "a prolonged game of seduction can end in a magnificent explosive week of mating…"

Inu Yasha froze at his words. Mating…he had thought of mating her. Could his instincts be telling him something, or was he that sexually frustrated that he would mate her just to get some relief? "It's only been like two weeks. I've gone longer…maybe not since I started, but there was a time I didn't fuck at all!" He complained as he studied his nude shape in the mirror. Little Inu was standing to attention, while the rest of his body was covered in sweat. Sweat he had shed for her - for her scent.

Mating was serious business. To a youkai, it could turn the most virile males into impotent fools, just like marriage did to humans. Mating was a life sentence in which you joined your soul, body and heart with another person. There were no secrets between the two, no fears, no mistrusts. If any of these elements should appear, it could kill the mated pair. This was a commitment that spanned all times. Once bonded, the souls would search for each other in each incarnation until time, itself, stopped. It was no wonder most males shied away from that sort of commitment. As Inu Yasha looked down, he was aggravated to find that thoughts of being bound to the young miko, time after time, with him being the only man that would ever truly satisfy her needs, made little Inu pulse with excitement.

"Fuck this!" Inu Yasha growled. "I don't need to know what it means, just how to fix it. And, there is one hell sure way of doing that."

.

>{>{>{>{>{>{>{>{> <}<}<}<}<}<}<}<}<

.

Miroku had enough! Sango had made it clear after Higurashi-sama almost caught them. She was not going to be in any hidden relationship. She wasn't ashamed of him, and he shouldn't be ashamed of her. Then, she had sent him home. Now, it was fourteen hours later, and he was taking action. Perhaps he was being impulsive. He hadn't thought things through: just that he wasn't going to risk losing Sango. It was eleven, so the vixen should be at home. Dressed in the first pair of jeans and shirt he found, Miroku made his way up to her apartment. He rang the bell to catch her off guard. And when she answered it wearing her favorite pair of satin black man's pajama bottoms and a cotton white tank top, he almost forgot his mission. Almost, but, the thought that another man might see her like that made him bend down and wrap his arm around her knees so he could throw her over his shoulder. Sango yelped in surprise as he closed her door behind her. She yelled obscenities in the elevator as it went down to the underground parking garage. She promised to impair his reproductive organ if he didn't explain himself as he walked her to his car, but all that he could do was admire the sweet sound of her voice.

Somehow, Sango found herself buckled into Miroku's Lincoln Navigator, which worried her. He never used a car this big while in the city. What was he up to? Miroku started the red car and drove out of the garage grateful he had locked her door. "You better have a damn good excuse Hoshi, or I will show you why I was meant to be a lawyer!"

He didn't flinch. He just moved his hand from the gears to her knee smiling. She smacked it away. "This is kidnapping, you know?"

"I know, but I'm desperate."

"Where are you taking me? A hidden cabin in the mountains, so you can lock me up and hope I will never escape?" Sango let the sarcasm drip heavily from her lips with each word.

"We can play hostage and kidnapper after…I will even let you be the hostage this time."

"After what?"

"After we talk to my father."

"Nani?"

"You're right; we have nothing to be ashamed of. So, I'm driving us to dad's country house. We'll tell him tonight…he will probably be taking a rest in the library since mom and him prefer to make love during the day."

"That's more information than I needed." Sango groaned as his words sank in. "Wait, you are serious about this?"

"Hai, after tonight, we will be what Kagome calls 'official.'"

"But why now, all of the sudden, in the middle of the night?" Her voice increased with anger. "When I go meet your parents formally, I would like to be dressed…I'm not even asking for something nice, just clothes. How do you expect me to greet your mother in my pajamas?"

"She'll be in hers." Miroku protested.

"First impressions are important, Miroku. Kami, what will she think of me?"

"That you are the only woman beautiful enough, smart enough and bold enough to satisfy her son."

"I am not in the mood for your flattery boy! Why the hell now?"

"Because I upset you last night."

"I would have come back to my senses. This getting out isn't good for me either!"

"No, you were right. The only reason I haven't been forward about this relationship is because I am afraid of my father. I love you more than anything Sango, and I am not going to lose you because of something that stupid."

The girl stared in disbelief at him before her trembling mouth asked, "You love me?"

Miroku paled. Had he said that out loud? She wasn't supposed to know yet, not until he was sure of her feelings for him. Damn his mouth! It could never keep a secret from her. "Guilty." He replied quietly, too afraid too look at her, but before he knew what was going on, she softly answered,

"Not as guilty as me." Miroku sighed in relief, and pulled the car over so he could kiss her. Realizing they were already in a deserted country road outside of Tokyo, Sango asked softly, "Make love to me."

Miroku obliged, with his hands, mouth and manhood.

.

>{>{>{>{>{>{>{>{> <}<}<}<}<}<}<}<}<

.

Kagome sighed as she entered her lamp lit room wrapped in a comfortable fluffy towel. She was hopping the late night shower would relax her enough to sleep, but it failed. She quickly towel-dried her hair, thinking of the man that left her sleepless.

How had Inu Yasha done it? She was sure it was the real thing. Granted, she had never had one before, but everyone explained it the same way, "When you have an orgasm, you know it."

Hojo had had her naked below him and had failed to deliver. Inu Yasha succeeded on his first swing to first. Why hadn't it been Hojo? She trusted him. She could always be relaxed around him. Why had it been Inu Yasha? The man made her tense with…anticipation. He could arouse her with his words, and his touch was like wild fire on her skin.

She finished drying herself and she slipped into her favorite black thong and matching Virgin Records tank top. She had gotten this combo during spring break in NY. They had gone to a concert at Manhattan College, where their college tour was playing, and Kagome had won it as a raffle prize. She smiled at the wording on the thong. It had been her favorite part. Now, she used the combo to sleep in those restless nights. They did something to her that made her feel comfortable in her own skin and proud to be who she was.

Her thoughts soon drifted from the underwear to the man who was most likely to try to remove them. The thought sent shivers down her spine. "Damn you Takahashi!" Kagome growled, "You're not even here, and you are doing things to me!" She bent down to pick up the discarded towel when she heard a tap on her window. She paused a second, and she heard it again, louder, more urgent. There was another, and Kagome walked over to the window. She quickly wrapped the towel around her waist as she saw the hanyou below her window dressed in sweat pants and a bubble jacket. He was throwing pebbles at her window. She opened the window and asked in a hushed whisper, "What are you doing here?"

"Keh, what do you think? I needed to talk to you." He growled back.

"Be quiet, my grandfather will hear you, and then, we will really be in hot water."

"Please." He whispered. She growled in frustration as she noticed her door was slightly ajar. Knowing her luck, she closed the door and locked it. She turned around with the intent of putting on some pants before she let Inu Yasha in her room. She almost yelped when she saw his eyes looking back at her. Her hands instinctively held the towel closer to her.

"How did you get up here so fast?"

"I'm a hanyou, remember?" He answered, removing his jacket to reveal he wore no shirt underneath. The light from the lamp cast mysterious shadows on his chiseled chest. He also kicked off his shoes. Noticing the haste in which he had dressed, Kagome ventured to ask,

"Is there something wrong?"

"Hai."

"Inu Yasha?" She pressed when he didn't continue. He walked over to her and noticed the wild disheveled appearance of her wet curls. With an indescribable look in his eyes, he slipped his hands around her waist as he leaned forward to take a good sniff of her fresh clean scent.

"Baby powder?"

"Deodorant."

"I don't like it. It hides your scent."

"I think that's the purpose of it." She complained, a little uncomfortable by his intimate hold.

"Inu Yasha, why are you here? What's wrong?"

"You weren't in my bed." He replied as he slipped his hands down to her towel. She pulled back immediately.

"You came all the way here, in the middle of the night, knocked at my window, scared me and insulted my deodorant because I wasn't in your bed?" She crossed her arms and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Keep it down! Some of us like our sleep." Souta banged on the wall. Kagome bit her tongue.

"You're going to get me into trouble." She whispered. "The walls here are paper thin."

"If you remember to cover your moans with a pillow, we should be fine." Inu Yasha joked, but didn't laugh at the look that Kagome gave him.

"Get out." She whispered firmly. He just moved closer and caressed her cheek.

"Do you really want me to go?" His voice sounded so sad, so quiet that Kagome couldn't answer. Was she being manipulated? Or was he lonely?

"If we get caught…"

"I'm not asking you if it's worth it. I'm asking you if you want me to go." His eyes glowed in her darkened room with a fierce rawness of emotion. Kagome felt herself fall into a trance as she leaned into his awaiting lips. The first kiss was tentative, as if they were testing the waters. The second melted into the third, and so on, as the passion increased. Inu Yasha reveled in the feel of her arms clinging to his neck.

"Inu Yasha," she gasped for breath. "W-we can't do this here…my brother is in the next room…jii-chan is down the hall."

"Let me stay with you tonight." Inu Yasha growled into Kagome's neck.

"In what bed?" She almost laughed.

"Yours."

"Inu Yasha," she took a step back to catch her breath, "have you seen my bed?" He turned and noticed her room. Light yellow walls almost looked white in the darkness; her bed was on the far left corner, a small twin bed, probably the only bed she had ever had. Across from it was her desk with her Vaio notebook on top. Besides a rug in the center and a dresser near the door he suspected was a closet, the room was empty. A few pictures on the walls, but Inu Yasha got the impression that she hadn't remodeled her room in her life. As proof was the twin bed with the yellow daisy comforter. He smiled at her,

"My bed is much bigger, and we still ended up huddled at one side."

"If my jii-chan should walk in…"

"You locked the door."

"How did you know?"

"I saw you."

"How fast did you get into my room?"

"The minute you backed away, I came in." He stepped closer and smiled. "I promise to be a good boy."

"I don't trust you Takahashi. You're up to something."

"Listen wench; it isn't my fault you left your scent on my sheets…"

"Are you saying I smell?"

"Yes, and it's driving me crazy!" Inu Yasha growled.

"C'mon you two! It's twelve thirty!" Souta banged

"If you don't like my scent, why are you here?" Kagome whispered angrily.

"I never said I didn't like your scent."

"You said it didn't let you sleep."

"Because it's too enticing." He growled low into her ear letting the vibrations run through her body. She shivered as a response. He began to nip her ear, enjoying the change in her scent. He moved down to her neck, brushing back the wet strands of hair. He pulled her towards him as his hands found the towel. Was she wearing anything under that?

"Inu Yasha, please stop." She wasn't sure how she managed not to choke on her words. "If you stay, you can't be doing things like that."

"Then you are going to let me stay in your bed." He gave her his famous smirk.

"Only if you can prove to me that you are capable of behaving."

"What do I have to do?"

"If you can say one thing without a hidden sexual meaning, then you can stay." She was good, but he was better at getting what he wanted.

"I saw a baby picture of you, today."

"Where?"

"An old friend of your grandfather's showed it to me. You had to be four and had a breaded shrimp sticking out of your mouth. Quite adorable…what happened?"

"Very funny."

"And I can stay." He pulled her towards the bed.

"This is going to end very badly…I always get caught."

"No, you're with me, and I never get caught." He whispered as he sat down on the bed. With one yank, he threw Kagome off balance, forcing the girl to straddle his hips.

"Inu Yasha, you promised to behave." Kagome's eyes flashed with anger as his hand went up her bare thigh.

"But you're the one straddling me." He smirked and Kagome tried to jerk away. He took the opportunity to lay her down. She smelled so good, so fresh, so clean. The scent from her boyfriend had completely washed away, as if he had never rutted with her. That was fine with Inu Yasha. Hobo wasn't man enough to please Kagome, but he was, and when it was time to claim her, he would be sure that his scent could never be washed off her skin.

"Inu Yasha!"

"Damn you two! Can't you get a room elsewhere?" Souta banged again. Knowing his sister, they were probably enjoying a very prude moment, but he couldn't help tease her.

"I was good last time. I stopped when you told me. I promise not to rip your bra this time." Inu Yasha whined as he nipped the skin of her neck and rose back to her lips. She was slowly surrendering.

"We got caught last time." She whispered between kisses.

"That's because you were the one misbehaving. Tonight, it's me, and like I said, I never get caught." He explained nipping her nose.

"I'm not comfortable with my brother in the next room…His bed is right next to the wall."

"We'll be very quiet." He was paying attention to the back of her ear, and all rational thought escaped Kagome. His mouth moved down her neck, while his hands brought up her shirt. She shivered at the feeling of his claws lightly scratching her skin.

"Inu…"

"Shh, you don't want to be heard, remember." Inu Yasha's words were distracting enough for to lift her shirt above her breasts. When he saw that there were no other obstacles between her soft mounds and his mouth, he sent a silent prayer to the gods. Last time, they had rushed things, but he was determined to make things better for her. He rolled the nub in his mouth as he suckled like a newborn, while her other breast was being worshipped by his hard callous hand.

"How can he be so gentle?" Kagome wondered while she tried to hold back her moans. The noises were music to Inu Yasha, who was lost in his own world of pleasure. He switched breasts before she got used to the treatment he was giving her and was pleased when her arousal increased. It wasn't just that the scent told him how he was making her feel, it was also that the scent was like concentrated Kagome, and that was what he needed to find peace. He moved down from her breast to the valley between them, drawing the symbol of his mark with his tongue. She giggled slightly, and she relaxed as her eyes closed, but not before holding on to Inu Yasha's arms as an anchor to reality.

He continued to draw his love marks until he reached her navel. First he flicked the ring, getting the desired response; then he traced her navel with his tongue before dipping his tongue in a suggestive manner. She gasped as her back arched. All rational thought had left her body as her nails buried themselves in Inu Yasha's skin. The hanyou found the simple action quite enticing. He proceeded to take turns sucking on the ring and dipping his tongue. Each time he performed the action a bit harder and quicker, as a promise of what was to come, and each time Kagome arched and moaned harder and faster. She had to bite her tongue to stifle the sound she wanted to make when she climax.

She was spent below him, and Inu Yasha thought it was delicious. Her scent was enough to drive a full youkai mad, and his pride soared knowing he had caused it.

He kept going lower, kissing softly, and taking advantage that she was in too much bliss to notice. He pulled back the towel to reveal the black thong. He smirked at the prize. He looked at the letters as his mind began to translate what it said. "Last something or other on campus…last…" Inu Yasha thought as he decided that her pelvic bone deserved his attention. His light nip, followed by sucking, brought Kagome back to Earth. She tried to sit up as she pulled away.

"Inu Yasha…" she gasped. He smirked as he pulled her legs towards him causing her to fall on her back. She stared in horror as he read the words. Oh, the teasing he would submit her to. Inu Yasha let a low growl lose before climbing up her body and spooning her.

"You sure know how to kill a guy's mood." He mumbled as his semi-flaccid erection pressed against her back. "How can I tease you while you are wearing that?"

"The thong?"

"Don't act like you don't know! 'Last Virgin on Campus?' You kill me!" He growled as one of his hands found her breast and began to fondle with it.

"I don't get it."

"Virgin, Kagome…no one wants to be a virgin's first."

"But…"

"Yeah, I know, it's just a thong, but it's a rule all men abide by. You don't bed a virgin unless she's the one. Girls get attached to their first…it's a huge responsibility."

Kagome blushed thinking, "Does that mean he won't try to do…anything like that now that he knows?"

"Damn thong!" Inu Yasha thought with dismay, "Though it would have been nice to be her first. Though I could pretend…then this is all wrong. Even pretending, her first time should be special…not hiding in the dark. Besides, our first time has to be amazing; it has to melt away all her reserves, so she will only be able to find relief with me." He noticed Kagome's even breathing. Having her this close was frustrating as it was satisfying. He knew her scent would be on him in the morning, and any youkai coming near her would be able to tell she was off limits. Raising his youki, he let his aura blend with hers to make the scent more permanent.

He froze. This was the first step towards mating. There was no way he was ready for that kind of commitment, though when he was, he knew he wanted someone like Kagome. She was strong enough to thwart his advances, but feminine enough to bend a little. He was sure that their sex life would be the envy of all of Asia, but more importantly was her integrity, temperament and spunk. She wouldn't betray him, and with that smile of hers, she would make the perfect mother, while keeping him in line. Besides, that spunk is what he needed to keep his day exciting. He knew he could fall in love with a woman like her, if he let himself.

"Why shouldn't I?" He wondered. "Didn't Kagura say that I deserved better than those money hungry bitches? But, does she deserve someone like me? Let's face it, I'm not man enough for her…I'm a swindler with no clue about love.

"But, wouldn't it be a fair trade? She gives me the companionship I want, and I give her nights so hot night she desires." He looked down at her flushed face before holding her tighter. "Yes, Kagome Higurashi, you will be mine! My woman, my wife, my lover!"

He smiled as he watched her sleep. She would be his wife in less than five months, and after that, he had two years to make her forget there was a divorce date. Hey, and as long as the jiiji didn't die, she wouldn't divorce him. This worked out better than he expected. Kagome turned and rested her head on his chest, her body searching for his heat since the covers had been forgotten. Her legs were intertwined with his as his hold became more possessive and intimate. He kissed the top of her head before whispering to the night's air, "That's my bitch."

.

>{>{>{>{>{>{>{>{> <}<}<}<}<}<}<}<}<

.

Miroku had driven Sango back home. She had insisted that they take the steps of their relationship formally. He didn't spend the night, saying, "I need to get some sleep tonight." She smiled and winked.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He smiled. There couldn't be a happier man on the face of the planet. But, happiness was a fleeting thing. That was why Miroku turned his car towards his father's country house. Tonight was the night for revelations! 'Carpe diem,' seize the day, and that is what he was going to do, or at least the night.

It was around three in the morning when Miroku stormed through the front door of the Victorian style manner. He saw a light in the library, so he reasoned his father was still hiding from his mother.

"Father," he began as he opened the door. He heard a woman shriek, and he instantly turned his head as he saw his mother's bare back. "I didn't need to see that."

"And I didn't need you seeing that!" His mother replied as she wrapped an ugly thick robe around her.

"What the hell are you doing here? Didn't we kick you out?"

"I moved out!" Miroku complained. He didn't turn around until his mother tapped his shoulder. His father was angry: having to pull up his pants during his favorite part wasn't his idea of prolonged pleasure. Suddenly, he was glad that he hadn't brought Sango. This would have been too much for her to handle, but to him, it was another Saturday night with his parents.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you that I am in love."

"That's great son. Enjoy the two weeks it will last you." His father complained.

"Miroku!" His wife scolded. "Now, Miro, please tell me that you interrupted us for something better than your usual two week attraction."

"I am willing to commit." His father dropped the glass of brandy he was about to pour himself. Both his parents gave him an incredulous look.

"Who-who is she?" His father asked.

"Sango."

"Like hell you are!"

"Miroku! If she is your son's choice, she can't be bad."

"That's the problem, Kaida! She is one of my best lawyers. She is smart, beautiful, cunning, sharp, and drop dead gorgeous. She has every judge eating out of her hand with just one bat of her eyelashes, and she brings the opposition to their knees with one glare!"

"Sounds like the perfect woman for my son!" She replied.

"The point is," Miroku interjected, "she won't sneak around with me. If I want to have a relationship with her, she wants it to be done right."

"Sounds like Sango Kizu."

"I like the sound of her name…" Kaida added.

"You had to go and pick the best of my lawyers."

"I love her, and she loves me!" Miroku declared.

Miroku Sr. sighed and sat down. "Fine, but do not make it public until she gets her promotion next month."

"She's getting a promotion?" Miroku asked excitedly.

"But you know nothing, and I do not want anyone saying that she earned that promotion by sleeping with you!"

"How do you know that we are sleeping together?"

"Because you are my son…"

"And inherited my sex appeal." Kaida added.

.

>{>{>{>{>{>{>{>{> <}<}<}<}<}<}<}<}<

.

The sun was staring Kagome in the face. She groaned, not wanting to get up. She was wrapped up so warmly and safely that she never wanted to leave that bed. Her door slammed open, and an angry grandfather screamed, "Kagome, what is the meaning of this?"

"Jii-chan…I can explained everything!" She sat up with fright as she stared at his fuming eyes.

…………….

…………….

…………….

………………………… …………………………̷ 0;………………………… 230;…………………………& #8230;………………………… ;…………………………R 30;…………………………&# 8230;………………………… …………………………̷ 0;………………………

Needed a break, gave you an update. Hope you enjoy the lime. Thanks Meche for correcting and staying up with me for another all-nighter.

Kaida- little dragon

P.S. The queen of cliff hangers is back.