InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hauntings ❯ I dont have a word for this that ends with the sufix -ing ( Chapter 8 )

Kagome was back in her dream again, back with Inuyasha. She sat floating in the darkness, but she was used to it, used to the silence, used to how close and intimately he would hold her…used to the kisses he would gently place on her forehead, cheeks…her lips.

 

They no longer felt like the kisses of a lover, a blush no longer tinted her pale face. They were the soft comforting kisses of a friend or a relative…the kind you would give your pet, just a brush of the lips on soft skin.

 

She sat silently in his lap waiting, like so many other nights, for his explanations or his stories that he wanted to tell her. Yet like so many other nights it would not come, never on a night beginning with his heavy sigh.

 

“I had a lot on my mind today.” She said, breaking the silence and causing him to tense.

 

“What about?” he asked pulling her closer to him, he felt so calm when she was near.

 

“You, mostly. I wanted to talk with you, be with you…Inuyasha…” She sat up in his lap, gazing directly into his hazel eyes, “I wanted to see you.”

 

His lips curved into a smile, it was a sad smile…but a smile nonetheless. “I know, I heard you talking with Helium.”

 

“You KNOW that fuzz ball?!” He almost laughed at the face she made.

 

“You could say he's my mentor. He taught me how to play mean tricks on people without hurting them. Made things more interesting.”

 

“Inuyasha…Is there a way? Is there a way I can see you?!” She was close to desperate now.

 

He closed hi eyes and pressed her head to his chest. “I've been thinking about it as well Kagome.” His hand stroked her hair, her back, and caused one of the string-width straps of her pajama top to fall around her shoulder.

 

She wore her new silk pajama top with matching pants that her grandfather had bought her that afternoon. It was midnight black and as thick as a coat of paint. Golden dragons with ruby red eyes and emerald green wings and talons were hand sewn into the delicate fabric in patterns that made the silken thread they were made of come alive and dance across her body, metaphorically speaking of course.

 

“Kagome…I don't know if there's a way you can be with me…outside these dreams.” Panic rose in his throat as hot tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He could handle any kind of enemy, had battled off his consuming hatred and anger and kept himself from becoming and evil spirit…but a weeping woman destroyed him...especially…this weeping woman.

 

He held her close, holding her gently to comfort and soothe her, her head tucked under his chin. Why couldn't he have been born fifty years later, why not her fifty years earlier? Why did they have to find each other like this?! He pulled away and held his face close to hers.

 

“Kagome just because we can't be together physically doesn't mean we can't be together here.” He dipped his head a bit lower and hovered. His gaze skimmed down from her sad wet eyes to linger on her full red lips. Her moth was close and dangerously tempting.

 

If he kissed her now it wouldn't be like before…it wouldn't be an excuse for physical contact, it wouldn't be a kiss to comfort. He tried to think, tried to consider the consequences of allowing himself to feel this way again, but there were times when needs, desire, and lust simply overpowered logic.

 

“I'm wanting the hell out of you right now Kagome, more than before and that's scary…I've always wanted you, day and night, reality and these dreams.” He watched her eyes go wide. “Does it scare you Kagome, to be wanted by a ghost?”

 

Her heart fluttered to her throat. She gazed back into his eyes, eyes dark and dangerous with desire. “Nothing about you scares me,” she lied. Everything about him and the dreams frightened her, but she enjoyed the thrill.

 

He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry possessive kiss that was nothing like he had ever taken from her before. Her arms lifted, wrapping around his neck, she shifted her body in his lap to where she was straddling him, and her lips parted, heated. The change happened quickly and he was lost in her, drowning in her. The hand that had been stroking her hair now fisted it as the kiss rushed toward searing. He finally pulled away, breathing raggedly, but kept his gaze on her. With her head tilted back he could see the pulse in her throat beat madly and was compelled to taste just there.

 

The assault on her neck left her limbs shuddering and her heart hammering. She said his name, tried to, but it caught in a gasp as he tore at her black silk pajama bottoms. She felt it give way, shivering as the material slid over her hips and pooled around her feet. His hands were on her breasts his fingers slipped beneath the feather-light fabric to rub against her stiffened nipple, molding, sliding from silk to flesh and back again. Then he tore that too, and she gloried in the sound of delicate material rending.

 

The breath that tore in ragged through her lips exploded out. Pleasure was thick and she felt herself to be in an erotic half-world where there was only sensation. Than he plunged his fingers into her, lacing that hard, rough shock of pleasure through her unprepared system.

 

Her eyes burst open with shocked excitement and she found herself gasping for breath in her room. The dream was gone…Inuyasha was gone…

 

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Inuyasha could still hear her heavy breathing as his mouth set to work on her quivering body. He had tasted her, the dark honey of her mouth, the damp silk of her breast, the creamy taste of her belly, the polished satin of her thighs. Than the heat of her as he licked his way between them.

 

Now he looked around the dimmed room lit only by the golden glow of the many flickering candle flames. He new where he was…he was in the old library…and he was in chains.

 

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MUAHAHAHAHA!!! I figured it was the best place to leave it off. I'm going through some horrible events right now. I have so many ideas but everything I write down sounds like smelling of dead rotting flesh pieces of green colored crap with whole yellow corn that I could have SWORN I chewed up that night at dinner!

 

So yeah…Now that I've grossed myself out I'll just get moving. Yes Inuyasha has been taken prisoner…but you'll learn about that in a week…or two…or whenever I feel like updating…

 

Helium decided not to be here with me cuz he's off visiting a friend. We had a fight and so koak_a_kola offered to take care of him for a while. She's borrowing him and the stuffed animal he inhabits! Yes, I found a stuffed toy that looks just like him!

 

So he won't be back until he apologizes for yelling at me and I can't update without him! Oh no! What if his absence is what's keeping me from writing?! *runs to the phone and calls kola*

 

Lates!

rin