InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Demon Inside ❯ Closer than Before ( Chapter 2 )

Demon Inside

Chapter 2: Closer than Before

 

AN: geez… talk about delayed update… I apologize to my faithful readers… my computer went all BLAH on me and the former Chapter two and three were erased…so I'm just going to go off of what I remember.

 

Thank You reviewers!! Here is the Long Awaited Chapter 2

 

 

She lay there dormant on her side, her back to the terrace much to the detriment of Inu Yasha. Moreover, a light sheen of silk blocked his view of her face, even if she had faced his direction. He could not see her face and that frustrated him.

 

He would have to go closer.

 

He sucked in a deep breath.

 

Inu Yasha did not wish to rouse her from slumber. If only he could just see her face—that innocent loving face he had yet to see in a state of sleep. He imagined her high cheek bones relaxed. He visualized her luscious lashes curling about her closed eyelids. And how he fantasized her lips closed if only to gasp in long breaths of air. Her lips… the thought alone roused his desire for her to unprecedented levels.

 

Every step he took pounded with his heart and it was then that he realized something.

 

I've never been so close to her before…

 

Inu Yasha reached his hand out to remove the veil restricting his view of her to a dark silhouette. The veil was shakily pushed aside and now it was only her back to him. He let out another breath of air.

 

Her nightgown allowed some exposure of her bare shoulder. He took in a shivery breath and let his free hand touch her smooth skin there.

 

Even smoother than silk…

 

Becoming slightly bolder with his strokes he closed his eyes relishing in the velvetiness of her bare skin upon his rough fingers.

 

It was then that she stirred.

 

At the sudden movement he drew back stumbling to the wall that the bed lay against obstructing any possible view of him in the case that he awoke her. His heart was in his throat and it throbbed in a melting pot of shock, nervousness, and anticipation.

 

Time slowed and he heard no more sound coming from the bed. He sighed in relief and crawled back to the bed poking his head between the curtains of silk so that both his hands were free.

 

Her position had merely shifted, more accommodating to her.

 

She was on her back. One arm was up beside her head and the other closer to him down by her side. Her head was (much to his excitement) within his sight—an untarnished view of her angelic façade. All breath in his lungs was knocked out.

 

His free hand touched the side of her face, past her eyes, her nose. He smiled.

 

Like a button…

 

His fingers traced her cheeks which eventually brought him to her… lips...

 

“Soft pressed,

Gently stroking,

Supple, pink crests,

So much yet spoken.”

 

Silently and almost unconsciously he came to her. They were almost nose-to-nose when he became aware of her breathing—slow and subtle. His eyelids dropped once more. Her hot breath lingered on his lips, drawing ever so near to hers. Without faltering his lips met with hers. Inhaling her fragrance flowery and wild and light a wave of heat crashed into him and he was taken aback. Drawing from her presence he slinked back. Back into the shadows and into his room above hers. Back into his bed and back into his dream world which was all Kagome.

 

My Kagome.

 

 

Kagome was a Shrine Priestess, and even in her sleep was she aware of her surroundings. She had to be aware of foreign auras and ready to attack any demons that threatened the safety of her village. She had grown so used to this sleeping pattern that even with the bore of the evening ceremony she was unable to sleep soundly.

 

This night was no different. After Sango left her she settled in her bed.

 

“I must say that the down beds are much more comfy than sleeping on the cold shrine floor” she thought in spite of her self. In spite of having to be forced here to marry some stranger—some demon stranger; in spite of missing her jii-chan, her brother the village children; she reveled in the comfort of her mattress.

 

Kagome drowned herself in memories. Memories of bonfires and story times with the children were still fresh in her mind. Kagome remembered her brother Souta at her table working on his self-invented style of calligraphy. Opening her eyes for a brief second, she wondered if the Demon Lord would allow her family to attend their wedding.

 

The incense billowed up into the sky and it was then that she wanted to float away. She wasn't ready to marry. She didn't know the first thing about being a good wife. Never-ending lessons were provided at the palace by Mistress Saigon. But they were about tedious things like pouring tea. Surely there was more to being a wife than pouring tea!

 

It was then that she heard light footsteps approaching again. The aura was nervous and excited—curious. She sensed no threat so she decided to pretend that she was still sleeping. Shock ran up and down her spine as she felt this person stroke the bare skin on her shoulder. Instinctively, she turned on her back. The figure drew back probably against the wall her headboard rested against in fear. Her skin still tingled where she was touched.

 

The figure waited some time before approaching her again. She heard heady breaths and was convinced that this person was male. Maybe it was the stranger she saw the night before she was carried away. Her heart pounded at the memory of his midnight hair and violet eyes. She remembered the way the lantern-light gave his hair golden streaks tracing its length.

 

Lost in reminiscence she almost didn't notice the touch of his rough fingertips drawing little patterns on her cheeks. His other hand cupped her chin and her heart throbbed against her ribcage she could barely keep her breathing composed. As he drew closer she could feel that he struggled with the same predicament. She couldn't determine whether she was really blushing or just warmed by his ragged breaths—Maybe both?

 

He ceased progression for a moment to probably admire before drawing even closer than before to join their lips in romantic union.

 

The kiss was chaste yet deeply savored by both contenders. Heat and tenderness were relished for blind seconds. And then he drew back leaving her mouth gaping, thirsty for more. But he didn't proceed again. Instead, his thumbs gave her cheeks one more stroke and then he departed. Kagome's eyes flew open but he was already beyond the veil of the canopy. She took in a deep breath and sprung up from the mattress, but he had already started to climb from her terrace.

 

It had all happened too fast for Kagome. She was lying down and then she was being stroked and then…

 

Oh my…

 

She raised her fingers to her tingling lips.

 

My first kiss…

 

Insatiable heat circulated throughout her whole body before being dominated by fear…

 

What would the Demon Lord think?

 

 

AN: What would the Demon Lord think INDEED??

 

alright ladies and gents… faithful readers… here's the second chappie… did you enjoy it? Were you expecting more? Did you hate it? How am I to make this better… I'm thinking of submitting this one to the Anime North Fanfiction Contest once I finish it… I unno… is this story contest worthy?

 

Anifreakangel… OUT!!