InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Club ❯ Is This a Date? ( Chapter 7 )
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By: NinjaGamer 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.03.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.03.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any characters associated with it. This story is rated for a mature audience.
Lemon warning.
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The dress had a smug fit, like it had been tailored specifically for her. It probably was. She had been surprised to find the black dress waiting for her at Inuyasha’s apartment. It had been a week since they talked, but with all the school work she had been doing, it seemed much shorter. When he called her, the conversation had been brief – or rather his command was. ‘Be at my apartment at 5, don’t be late.’ Before she could respond, he had hung up. While it pissed her off, she could not help but feel excited. When she arrived, she expected nothing more than the two having sex before going about their business – not that she was against the idea, it had been a busy week since her last and she was starting to get antsy. That’s when Inuyasha showed her the dress, commanding her to put it on and get ready. When she asked where they were going, he simply replied, ‘out.’ She could sense that he was not in the mood for questions, so she took the dress and retreated back into his room to change. It felt weird wearing something that cost more than she made in a few weeks.
The more she was with Inuyasha, the more she felt like she was on a date. The brash individual she had met in the club was still there, but he was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude. He went out of his way to ensure Kagome was adjusting to the new atmosphere. She had never been to a restaurant as fancy as this one and immediately felt out of place. Inuyasha seemed at home. She was thankful he took the lead, ordering everything from the wine to the main courses. When things had finally settled, a silence had settled between the two. Kagome fidgeted nervously, trying to find something to talk about.
“So Kagome,” Inuyasha started his voice low. Her eyes immediately shot up to his at the sound of his voice. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” she answered. I wonder how old he is? He looked her age, maybe even a few years younger. She was tempted to say he was older because of his apparent wealth, but that had nothing to do with age. His parents probably put together a trust fund for him.
“Twenty-two?” He seemed surprised. He muttered something that Kagome thought sounded like, ‘I’ve had younger.’ Odd.
“Is that a problem?” she asked. She was not sure how being ‘only’ twenty-two could be a problem.
“Well, that’s up to you.” He wore a small grin. “I’m thirty-five.”
That shocked Kagome. Nothing in his attitude or appearance hinted at that age. “I…” Her eyes caught sight of his small white ears. Right, he’s a half-demon. “I’m fine with that,” she said, back straightening as she recovered herself.
His grin widened. “I figured you would be.” Kagome felt her cheeks reddened. She knew he was referring to the older couple she had been with the day she met him. He leaned back in his chair. “But let’s keep my age between us. I don’t want people to start thinking I’m an old fart.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to woo any more ladies?” she teased. Was it a pain of jealousy she felt?
“Not at all. I’m just afraid I’ll lose the younger ones.”
She had an exaggerated expression of understanding. “Oh I see. You like robbing the cradle without others questioning you.”
He gave a huff, crossing his arms. Kagome could not help but be impressed at how handsome he looked in his suit. “I don’t go that young, but I have to admit I have a thing for girls in their twenties.”
So I’ll be cast aside when I’m not? She pushed the thought aside. Somehow, she doubted his interest in her would remain that long. “Oh? You like inexperienced girls?”
He snorted. “Please. You have more experience with sex than some people my age.”
Kagome was a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her was upset about his casual reference to her sexual experience. Even now, she was still trying to settle how she felt about them. Another part of her was overjoyed she had embraced the lifestyle at the club. Because of the club, she had grown closer to both Miroku and Sango and met Aya and Shinji. Most importantly, the club had introduced her to Inuyasha.
She decided to turn the conversation onto him. “So how long have you been a member?” She could see him thinking.
“Since it opened, well, the first one that is.” He paused, thinking back. “So… twenty years or so?”
“The first one?”
“Yeah, Kouga had another club. It was smaller and it didn’t have the night-life cover.”
“What happened?”
He shrugged. “People found out and the city moved in. They claimed it was a brothel, but no one there was a prostitute. Either way, Kouga learned a lot from the experience. This one has been going strong for nearly fifteen years and not a single peep or investigation into its true purpose.”
Kagome was still reeling from the timeline. “Twenty years?” Kouga was like Inuyasha. He didn’t appear a day older than twenty-six.
Inuyasha was grinning. “If you think I’m old, Kouga should be mostly in his grave by now. He’s probably around eighty or ninety.”
“But—” She paused as things began falling into place. “He’s a demon,” she said with conviction.
“Right.” Inuyasha smiled. “A smart one. That’s… different.” She narrowed her eyes. He quickly backtracked. “No, I’m just saying you’re the first woman I’ve been with to… Uh…” She continued to silently grill him. She knew what he meant, but it really wasn’t a compliment considering what his involvement with other women were. She knew Sango was just as bright as she was, but Inuyasha never bothered to talk to her, let alone his other women. “So, uh… You’re in college right?” he said, trying to start the conversation up again.
“That’s right,” she said, turning down the gaze. She turned her attention to her wine glass, lifting it to take a sip.
“Oh yeah? What are you studying?”
“History.”
“History?&# 8221; He sounded astonished. “Why history?”
She shrugged. “I enjoy history.”
“Wow. What are you planning to do past college?”
It was easy to see the hidden meaning behind his words. ‘What the hell are you going to do with a history major?’ “I want to teach,” she said, suddenly feeling small. Teaching was a noble goal and many of her friends and family supported her goal, but it suddenly felt insignificant and dull. Up against the giant that was Inuyasha, how could anything compare? He had the money to do anything he wanted. Once this fling with Kagome was over, he would move on and never look back. This was just one of the many cracks separating them, dooming any chance of a real relationship.
“That’s… unexpected.” His tone surprised her. It was not the condescending one she was used to hearing when she told others of her plans. He smiled. “But I guess it does fit you.” That surprised her.
“W-what do you mean?”
“I don’t know… It’s more of a feeling I get about you. You seem to be the teaching type.”
An actual compliment... She could feel herself blush. “Thank you.”
He continued without hearing her. “God I would have loved to have a teacher like you. All the ‘extra credit’ opportunities… It would make all those detentions worthwhile.”
One step forward and two steps back… Still, she could not help but laugh as he launched into a tirade against his high school teachers and how all of them were out to get him. She listened with rapt attention, her head resting against her hands as she propped her elbows against the table. He was animated as he spoke, drawing her farther into his stories. They barely picked at the food once it arrived. Suddenly, food was secondary and the waiter made sure to keep them supplied with water and wine. She even stepped in a few times to share her own high school horror stories.
And then it was time to leave. It was the first time Kagome cursed having a job. Had this been before her deal with Kouga, she had no doubt their conversation would have lasted well into the night. Then, if I hadn’t been working, I wouldn’t be here with Inuyasha. She hated being thankful for the very thing she despised.
They were silent as Inuyasha drove them back to his apartment. The atmosphere between the two had shifted. At the apartment, Kagome went back to change, carefully laying out the dress on the bed. Gazing on it, she sighed. Despite the rocky start, she had had a wonderful time. It was hard to see it coming to an end. Exiting the room, she found Inuyasha over by the window, gazing out over the darkening city. In his hand, he held a glass of brandy.
“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly from her position at the hall.
“I was tempted to come back,” he said in a low voice. It took her a second to realize what he was saying. He meant when I was changing. She felt her chest tighten at the thought. What would I have done? That was an easy answer.
“Why didn’t you?” She could not stop herself from putting a hint of disappointment in her words.
There was a long silence before he turned around to face her. “There was no need.” She stared at him, puzzled. “For the first time since I can remember, I’m actually content.” He smiled. “I was right. You are a special woman Kagome.” His smile grew. “Have a good night at work Kagome.”
She had been dismissed, it was clear. With a nod and smile, she slowly exited the apartment. Disappointment, elation, and anger were just a few of the swirl of emotions inside her. She wanted to sleep with him, but at the same time wanted to hold back. She wanted to keep her distance from him, to keep this just about sex – when the time came. At the same time, she wanted them to become close, to have an actual functioning relationship. All her conflicting thoughts and emotions were just a cover from the one truth that she dreaded above all others.
That she was falling for Inuyasha.
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Inuyasha had caused a hurricane of emotions and then… nothing. A week passed, then two, and there was still no word. Each passing day caused a gnawing worry in her. She was too terrified to call herself. He had told her he wanted someone who would not cling to him or start demanding his time. She was having trouble focusing on her schoolwork. Even Miroku and Sango noticed a lack of her usual perkiness in bed. Without her realizing it, things had become a routine. Yes, she had that wild night at the club, but her core days were spent mostly working on schoolwork or spending time with Sango and Miroku. Inuyasha had broken that routine and made her aware of it. Painfully aware.
Reaching for her phone, she went over the numbers. She found herself pausing at Inuyasha’s. Her heart thumped against her chest and in her head as her finger hovered over the call button. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. Opening them, she slid down a few more number and pressed dial. Phone against her ear, she waited as the phone rang.
“Hello?” a familiar voice answered.
“Hello, Mrs. Goto? This is Kagome… from the club,” she clarified.
“Kagome! My, I was worried we would never hear from you!”
God, what am I doing? “I was wondering if you two had a moment…”
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Knowing the age difference between her and Inuyasha made things easier with Shinji and Aya. They met at a hotel downtown, careful to not be seen entering together. Once inside their room, Aya greeted Kagome with a hug and kiss.
“Kagome! You’re just as beautiful as always,” she said, holding her at arm length.
She smiled. “Thank you Mrs. Goto.” The older woman did not release her grip on her shoulders, studying her carefully.
“Please, there is no need for formalities between us. Call me Aya.” She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly. “There is something different about you since we last met.”
“Honey please, can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?” Shinji said from beside the bed. He had already removed his shirt. Kagome smiled shyly under her continued scrutiny.
Leaning closer, Aya’s voice was a whisper. “We’ll talk after, okay?” she said with a comforting pat. Nodding, Kagome followed the older woman to the bed. Silently, the three continued stripping. Working together, Aya and Kagome took turns preparing Shinji. Kagome watched as Aya swallowed her husband’s cock, her eyes flicking up to look at Shinji. His head was back, eyes closed as his hands rested atop his wife’s head. Smiling, Kagome took her turn. Tucking a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she took his hard cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head, she sucked with all she could, her tongue running along the base of his shaft and tip. Just as she was getting into the rhythm of it, Aya stopped her. A quick repositioning followed as Shinji lay back on the bed while the two women circled around him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, looking over at Kagome.
Before Kagome could answer, Aya spoke to her husband. “Dear, just use one.”
“But—” Aya’s stare silenced him. He sighed, grumbling as he rolled over and reached for the basket on the nightstand.
Kagome gave a puzzled glance over at Aya. She sensed something behind the question. “He’s unable to have kids,” she explained quietly. “Because of that, we’ve never had to use condoms. And since he’s only been with you and me…”
“We don’t have to use one then,” Kagome offered.
“No, no. It’s fine. He can wear one.” After a short seesaw dispute, the condom was discarded. Taking position over him, Kagome lowered herself onto his bare cock. Aya watched with a smile as her husband’s cock disappeared into the younger woman.
Kagome was thrilled to finally have a distraction, to have something to focus on besides Inuyasha. Her moans joined Aya’s as she rode Shinji. There was no urgency to rush, no push for a quick release and move on to the next one. She bounced atop him at a leisurely pace, her back arched as she ran her hands across her stomach, up to her breasts. Aya’s hands were already there, cupping and massaging, pinching gently when she thought Kagome’s attention wandered. Sliding her hands against the other woman’s, their eyes met. A blissful smile crossed Aya’s face as her husband’s tongue probed her. Seeing her smile caused her own to appear. She pulled the woman’s hands from her breasts, their fingers entwining as they gripped the others hands.
Kagome was being sucked into the atmosphere they created. The feeling of love and comfort was overpowering – a completely different experience from the club. It was so powerful, she felt loved. She rolled her hips as she slid up and down Shinji’s cock. Her breaths were deep as she closed her eyes, wanting to lose herself in the warm atmosphere. She felt Aya’s lips against hers. She welcomed the stranger’s tongue. Kagome could feel the weight of the kiss. It was the kiss of lovers, of someone who cared. These two were strangers yet she felt closer to them intimately then she did with Miroku and Sango.
Kagome knew that she was not going to cum, but the usual frustration that come with the realization was missing. She was content that both Aya and Shinji had enjoyed themselves. Aya squeezed Kagome’s hands as she came, gasping for breath as her body quivered. Shinji was quickly approaching his own orgasm. That last minute was a wild rush of movement as he tightened his grip on Kagome’s waist, driving himself against her. With a gasp, Kagome felt her lower jaw quiver as she slowed to a stop, Shinji completely inside her. She could feel him twitch inside her as he came. It was somewhat frightening to feel the warmth spread inside her. After a few seconds of reminding herself it was okay, she felt the fear pass. Aya rolled off her husband, lying on the bed beside him as she enjoyed the bliss of her fading orgasm. Kagome sat perched atop Shinji, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath.
Shinji was nearly completely soft when she lifted herself off him. Warm moisture ran against her leg as she moved across the bed to squeeze against Aya. The older woman offered a tissue. With a smile, Kagome accepted it and began wiping cum from her leg and pussy.
“Was that the first time without a condom?” Aya asked suddenly.
Kagome looked up from her work, surprised by the question. “Uh, no,” she answered shyly as she turned her attention back to her legs. “It’s the first time not pulling out though.”
Aya gave her one of her gentle smiles. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It was… interesting.” It was a reluctant admission. Aya and her husband were nice people. She wanted to avoid them thinking she was a slut. It’s probably far too late for that. She thought back to the mood that permeated their activity together. It was an amazing feeling, one that she was immensely jealous of. The love between the two was so painfully obvious that it made Kagome feel faintly guilty to be doing this with them. I wonder if it’s like this between Sango and Miroku. She knew the two loved each other, but it had a different sense to it. What she had felt between Aya and her husband was not superior to what Sango and Miroku had, only different. Is it because they’ve been together for over twenty years? All she knew was that one day she wanted to experience the same bond with her future husband. She avoided thinking about what her current lifestyle might be doing to that dream.
Behind them, there was a faint snore from Shinji. Aya looked over her shoulder to her snoozing husband before looking back to Kagome. “I have to say, it’s nice to have someone to talk to after sex.” Kagome smiled before turning her attention to the wastebasket. Aiming her shot, she managed to toss the used tissue into the basket. A silence fell between the two as Kagome lay back on the bed. In order to fit, both her and Aya shifted to their side, facing each other. “I mentioned earlier that you seemed different.” A smile crept across her face as she kept her voice low. “Did something happen?”
“I… met someone,” Kagome said, matching her volume.
Aya nodded sagely. “I figured something like that.”
“It’s a little complicated.”
“I figured that too. Why don’t you tell me about it?”
Kagome was not sure why she was so open with Aya. Maybe it was the tender atmosphere the woman generated or because the woman was an interested stranger; a stranger Kagome could simply walk away from. Either way, she explained the entire situation the best that she could. The simple act of talking did wonders to settle the torment the situation was causing. Aya simply listened, her smile never wavering – even as Kagome touched on the events that led her to waking in Inuyasha’s apartment. When Kagome finally finished, she let out a long breath. It felt like a million tons had been lifted from her shoulders.
“My! That’s quite a story!” Kagome only nodded her agreement. “You must really love Inuyasha.”
“What?” Love? “I don’t think—”
“Oh no, I can definitely tell you are headed that way.”
“I barely know him.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t fallen for him. When I first met Shinji, it took me awhile to realize I was in love with him. Looking back now, I see that I had fallen for him the moment we first met – the time after was just me realizing it.”
Kagome was uncomfortable with where this was leading. Me? In love with Inuyasha? It was a frightening prospect; terrifying actually. If it was any other person… “I’m still not convinced.”
“Time will make things clear.”
She was silent for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course!”
Kagome licked her lips, her eyes trailing down. “Why did you want someone to sleep with your husband?” It was something that bugged her ever since she had first been with them at the club. It was so clear how they felt about each other. They had spent so many years in the loving care of their partner only to throw it all away. It just did not make sense to her. How can you look so damn happy watching Shinji with me?
“That… is a difficult question.” Aya retreated in thought, trying to find words to express her thoughts and emotions. “I don’t believe I could give you a satisfying answer. I’m not even sure myself to be honest.” She smiled. “One thing I do know is that you are a special woman. If it had been anyone else that night, I think it would have ended in disaster. I wasn’t expecting things to turn out like this, but I’m glad they did.” Reaching out, she ran a hand across Kagome’s face. “It sounds strange, but I don’t want just anyone to be with Shinji, I want you.”
“Me?”
Aya chuckled sheepishly. “You are a loving woman and a woman who is easy to love.” A grin crept across her face. “A little wild too.” Kagome blushed. “But most of all, you’re someone who isn’t afraid to be you. I know it’s weird to hear and it’s even weirder to be telling you all this, but I feel a connection to you. Shinji does as well.”
Kagome was speechless. She had not been expecting this. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that my husband and I will always be here for you.” There was a gentle smile as she ran her hand down Kagome’s arm. “I know you shared with me far more than you would ever share with your parents, maybe even your friends. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
Kagome smiled, giving a short nod. She was glad she had called them – even more that she had talked to Aya. It was nice to know she could talk to someone about Inuyasha and not be judged.
After a few more minutes of talking, Kagome took a shower and dressed. With a hug from Aya and a promise to call again, she left the two in the hotel. Walking out of the hotel, she felt her pocket buzz. Fishing her cell phone out, she glanced down to see a missed call. She frowned, trying to remember when she put her phone on vibrate. Opening it, her eyes widened when she saw the missed call was from Inuyasha. Heart pounding, she slammed her finger against the redial button before holding it to her head. It rang twice before it connected.
“Inuyasha here.”
Her lip quivered as she struggled to maintain herself. “Hey, I saw you tried calling me.” It was amazing she managed to keep her voice steady amidst the excitement.
“Ah, yes. I wanted to apologize for not contacting you earlier. I was in Germany.”
He’s apologizing! He didn’t forget about me! “Ah, no problem.” She mentally kicked herself for such a lame response.
“So uh… I was wondering…” He sounds nervous. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”
Tomorrow’s Friday… She immediately cursed Kouga for stealing her weekends from her. “I have work…”
“That’s fine. Meet me at my apartment at five.”
“Tomorrow at five,” she said with a smile.
“Great. See you tomorrow.” Before she could respond, the line disconnected.
Heart racing, she clutched the phone in her palm. He didn’t forget about me! With a small hop to her stride, she lost herself in daydreams about what tomorrow would bring. I have a good feeling about tomorrow…
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Still no Inuyasha/Kagome pairing! What!? In due time, I promise! Right now, I am trying to balance how quick/slow I progress the story. I still have some things I want to do before I introduce the trigger to the coming mayhem.
Aya is starting to have a larger role than I intended her to have.
As always, thanks for the reviews!
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The dress had a smug fit, like it had been tailored specifically for her. It probably was. She had been surprised to find the black dress waiting for her at Inuyasha’s apartment. It had been a week since they talked, but with all the school work she had been doing, it seemed much shorter. When he called her, the conversation had been brief – or rather his command was. ‘Be at my apartment at 5, don’t be late.’ Before she could respond, he had hung up. While it pissed her off, she could not help but feel excited. When she arrived, she expected nothing more than the two having sex before going about their business – not that she was against the idea, it had been a busy week since her last and she was starting to get antsy. That’s when Inuyasha showed her the dress, commanding her to put it on and get ready. When she asked where they were going, he simply replied, ‘out.’ She could sense that he was not in the mood for questions, so she took the dress and retreated back into his room to change. It felt weird wearing something that cost more than she made in a few weeks.
The more she was with Inuyasha, the more she felt like she was on a date. The brash individual she had met in the club was still there, but he was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude. He went out of his way to ensure Kagome was adjusting to the new atmosphere. She had never been to a restaurant as fancy as this one and immediately felt out of place. Inuyasha seemed at home. She was thankful he took the lead, ordering everything from the wine to the main courses. When things had finally settled, a silence had settled between the two. Kagome fidgeted nervously, trying to find something to talk about.
“So Kagome,” Inuyasha started his voice low. Her eyes immediately shot up to his at the sound of his voice. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” she answered. I wonder how old he is? He looked her age, maybe even a few years younger. She was tempted to say he was older because of his apparent wealth, but that had nothing to do with age. His parents probably put together a trust fund for him.
“Twenty-two?” He seemed surprised. He muttered something that Kagome thought sounded like, ‘I’ve had younger.’ Odd.
“Is that a problem?” she asked. She was not sure how being ‘only’ twenty-two could be a problem.
“Well, that’s up to you.” He wore a small grin. “I’m thirty-five.”
That shocked Kagome. Nothing in his attitude or appearance hinted at that age. “I…” Her eyes caught sight of his small white ears. Right, he’s a half-demon. “I’m fine with that,” she said, back straightening as she recovered herself.
His grin widened. “I figured you would be.” Kagome felt her cheeks reddened. She knew he was referring to the older couple she had been with the day she met him. He leaned back in his chair. “But let’s keep my age between us. I don’t want people to start thinking I’m an old fart.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to woo any more ladies?” she teased. Was it a pain of jealousy she felt?
“Not at all. I’m just afraid I’ll lose the younger ones.”
She had an exaggerated expression of understanding. “Oh I see. You like robbing the cradle without others questioning you.”
He gave a huff, crossing his arms. Kagome could not help but be impressed at how handsome he looked in his suit. “I don’t go that young, but I have to admit I have a thing for girls in their twenties.”
So I’ll be cast aside when I’m not? She pushed the thought aside. Somehow, she doubted his interest in her would remain that long. “Oh? You like inexperienced girls?”
He snorted. “Please. You have more experience with sex than some people my age.”
Kagome was a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her was upset about his casual reference to her sexual experience. Even now, she was still trying to settle how she felt about them. Another part of her was overjoyed she had embraced the lifestyle at the club. Because of the club, she had grown closer to both Miroku and Sango and met Aya and Shinji. Most importantly, the club had introduced her to Inuyasha.
She decided to turn the conversation onto him. “So how long have you been a member?” She could see him thinking.
“Since it opened, well, the first one that is.” He paused, thinking back. “So… twenty years or so?”
“The first one?”
“Yeah, Kouga had another club. It was smaller and it didn’t have the night-life cover.”
“What happened?”
He shrugged. “People found out and the city moved in. They claimed it was a brothel, but no one there was a prostitute. Either way, Kouga learned a lot from the experience. This one has been going strong for nearly fifteen years and not a single peep or investigation into its true purpose.”
Kagome was still reeling from the timeline. “Twenty years?” Kouga was like Inuyasha. He didn’t appear a day older than twenty-six.
Inuyasha was grinning. “If you think I’m old, Kouga should be mostly in his grave by now. He’s probably around eighty or ninety.”
“But—” She paused as things began falling into place. “He’s a demon,” she said with conviction.
“Right.” Inuyasha smiled. “A smart one. That’s… different.” She narrowed her eyes. He quickly backtracked. “No, I’m just saying you’re the first woman I’ve been with to… Uh…” She continued to silently grill him. She knew what he meant, but it really wasn’t a compliment considering what his involvement with other women were. She knew Sango was just as bright as she was, but Inuyasha never bothered to talk to her, let alone his other women. “So, uh… You’re in college right?” he said, trying to start the conversation up again.
“That’s right,” she said, turning down the gaze. She turned her attention to her wine glass, lifting it to take a sip.
“Oh yeah? What are you studying?”
“History.”
“History?&# 8221; He sounded astonished. “Why history?”
She shrugged. “I enjoy history.”
“Wow. What are you planning to do past college?”
It was easy to see the hidden meaning behind his words. ‘What the hell are you going to do with a history major?’ “I want to teach,” she said, suddenly feeling small. Teaching was a noble goal and many of her friends and family supported her goal, but it suddenly felt insignificant and dull. Up against the giant that was Inuyasha, how could anything compare? He had the money to do anything he wanted. Once this fling with Kagome was over, he would move on and never look back. This was just one of the many cracks separating them, dooming any chance of a real relationship.
“That’s… unexpected.” His tone surprised her. It was not the condescending one she was used to hearing when she told others of her plans. He smiled. “But I guess it does fit you.” That surprised her.
“W-what do you mean?”
“I don’t know… It’s more of a feeling I get about you. You seem to be the teaching type.”
An actual compliment... She could feel herself blush. “Thank you.”
He continued without hearing her. “God I would have loved to have a teacher like you. All the ‘extra credit’ opportunities… It would make all those detentions worthwhile.”
One step forward and two steps back… Still, she could not help but laugh as he launched into a tirade against his high school teachers and how all of them were out to get him. She listened with rapt attention, her head resting against her hands as she propped her elbows against the table. He was animated as he spoke, drawing her farther into his stories. They barely picked at the food once it arrived. Suddenly, food was secondary and the waiter made sure to keep them supplied with water and wine. She even stepped in a few times to share her own high school horror stories.
And then it was time to leave. It was the first time Kagome cursed having a job. Had this been before her deal with Kouga, she had no doubt their conversation would have lasted well into the night. Then, if I hadn’t been working, I wouldn’t be here with Inuyasha. She hated being thankful for the very thing she despised.
They were silent as Inuyasha drove them back to his apartment. The atmosphere between the two had shifted. At the apartment, Kagome went back to change, carefully laying out the dress on the bed. Gazing on it, she sighed. Despite the rocky start, she had had a wonderful time. It was hard to see it coming to an end. Exiting the room, she found Inuyasha over by the window, gazing out over the darkening city. In his hand, he held a glass of brandy.
“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly from her position at the hall.
“I was tempted to come back,” he said in a low voice. It took her a second to realize what he was saying. He meant when I was changing. She felt her chest tighten at the thought. What would I have done? That was an easy answer.
“Why didn’t you?” She could not stop herself from putting a hint of disappointment in her words.
There was a long silence before he turned around to face her. “There was no need.” She stared at him, puzzled. “For the first time since I can remember, I’m actually content.” He smiled. “I was right. You are a special woman Kagome.” His smile grew. “Have a good night at work Kagome.”
She had been dismissed, it was clear. With a nod and smile, she slowly exited the apartment. Disappointment, elation, and anger were just a few of the swirl of emotions inside her. She wanted to sleep with him, but at the same time wanted to hold back. She wanted to keep her distance from him, to keep this just about sex – when the time came. At the same time, she wanted them to become close, to have an actual functioning relationship. All her conflicting thoughts and emotions were just a cover from the one truth that she dreaded above all others.
That she was falling for Inuyasha.
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Inuyasha had caused a hurricane of emotions and then… nothing. A week passed, then two, and there was still no word. Each passing day caused a gnawing worry in her. She was too terrified to call herself. He had told her he wanted someone who would not cling to him or start demanding his time. She was having trouble focusing on her schoolwork. Even Miroku and Sango noticed a lack of her usual perkiness in bed. Without her realizing it, things had become a routine. Yes, she had that wild night at the club, but her core days were spent mostly working on schoolwork or spending time with Sango and Miroku. Inuyasha had broken that routine and made her aware of it. Painfully aware.
Reaching for her phone, she went over the numbers. She found herself pausing at Inuyasha’s. Her heart thumped against her chest and in her head as her finger hovered over the call button. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. Opening them, she slid down a few more number and pressed dial. Phone against her ear, she waited as the phone rang.
“Hello?” a familiar voice answered.
“Hello, Mrs. Goto? This is Kagome… from the club,” she clarified.
“Kagome! My, I was worried we would never hear from you!”
God, what am I doing? “I was wondering if you two had a moment…”
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Knowing the age difference between her and Inuyasha made things easier with Shinji and Aya. They met at a hotel downtown, careful to not be seen entering together. Once inside their room, Aya greeted Kagome with a hug and kiss.
“Kagome! You’re just as beautiful as always,” she said, holding her at arm length.
She smiled. “Thank you Mrs. Goto.” The older woman did not release her grip on her shoulders, studying her carefully.
“Please, there is no need for formalities between us. Call me Aya.” She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly. “There is something different about you since we last met.”
“Honey please, can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?” Shinji said from beside the bed. He had already removed his shirt. Kagome smiled shyly under her continued scrutiny.
Leaning closer, Aya’s voice was a whisper. “We’ll talk after, okay?” she said with a comforting pat. Nodding, Kagome followed the older woman to the bed. Silently, the three continued stripping. Working together, Aya and Kagome took turns preparing Shinji. Kagome watched as Aya swallowed her husband’s cock, her eyes flicking up to look at Shinji. His head was back, eyes closed as his hands rested atop his wife’s head. Smiling, Kagome took her turn. Tucking a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she took his hard cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head, she sucked with all she could, her tongue running along the base of his shaft and tip. Just as she was getting into the rhythm of it, Aya stopped her. A quick repositioning followed as Shinji lay back on the bed while the two women circled around him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, looking over at Kagome.
Before Kagome could answer, Aya spoke to her husband. “Dear, just use one.”
“But—” Aya’s stare silenced him. He sighed, grumbling as he rolled over and reached for the basket on the nightstand.
Kagome gave a puzzled glance over at Aya. She sensed something behind the question. “He’s unable to have kids,” she explained quietly. “Because of that, we’ve never had to use condoms. And since he’s only been with you and me…”
“We don’t have to use one then,” Kagome offered.
“No, no. It’s fine. He can wear one.” After a short seesaw dispute, the condom was discarded. Taking position over him, Kagome lowered herself onto his bare cock. Aya watched with a smile as her husband’s cock disappeared into the younger woman.
Kagome was thrilled to finally have a distraction, to have something to focus on besides Inuyasha. Her moans joined Aya’s as she rode Shinji. There was no urgency to rush, no push for a quick release and move on to the next one. She bounced atop him at a leisurely pace, her back arched as she ran her hands across her stomach, up to her breasts. Aya’s hands were already there, cupping and massaging, pinching gently when she thought Kagome’s attention wandered. Sliding her hands against the other woman’s, their eyes met. A blissful smile crossed Aya’s face as her husband’s tongue probed her. Seeing her smile caused her own to appear. She pulled the woman’s hands from her breasts, their fingers entwining as they gripped the others hands.
Kagome was being sucked into the atmosphere they created. The feeling of love and comfort was overpowering – a completely different experience from the club. It was so powerful, she felt loved. She rolled her hips as she slid up and down Shinji’s cock. Her breaths were deep as she closed her eyes, wanting to lose herself in the warm atmosphere. She felt Aya’s lips against hers. She welcomed the stranger’s tongue. Kagome could feel the weight of the kiss. It was the kiss of lovers, of someone who cared. These two were strangers yet she felt closer to them intimately then she did with Miroku and Sango.
Kagome knew that she was not going to cum, but the usual frustration that come with the realization was missing. She was content that both Aya and Shinji had enjoyed themselves. Aya squeezed Kagome’s hands as she came, gasping for breath as her body quivered. Shinji was quickly approaching his own orgasm. That last minute was a wild rush of movement as he tightened his grip on Kagome’s waist, driving himself against her. With a gasp, Kagome felt her lower jaw quiver as she slowed to a stop, Shinji completely inside her. She could feel him twitch inside her as he came. It was somewhat frightening to feel the warmth spread inside her. After a few seconds of reminding herself it was okay, she felt the fear pass. Aya rolled off her husband, lying on the bed beside him as she enjoyed the bliss of her fading orgasm. Kagome sat perched atop Shinji, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath.
Shinji was nearly completely soft when she lifted herself off him. Warm moisture ran against her leg as she moved across the bed to squeeze against Aya. The older woman offered a tissue. With a smile, Kagome accepted it and began wiping cum from her leg and pussy.
“Was that the first time without a condom?” Aya asked suddenly.
Kagome looked up from her work, surprised by the question. “Uh, no,” she answered shyly as she turned her attention back to her legs. “It’s the first time not pulling out though.”
Aya gave her one of her gentle smiles. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It was… interesting.” It was a reluctant admission. Aya and her husband were nice people. She wanted to avoid them thinking she was a slut. It’s probably far too late for that. She thought back to the mood that permeated their activity together. It was an amazing feeling, one that she was immensely jealous of. The love between the two was so painfully obvious that it made Kagome feel faintly guilty to be doing this with them. I wonder if it’s like this between Sango and Miroku. She knew the two loved each other, but it had a different sense to it. What she had felt between Aya and her husband was not superior to what Sango and Miroku had, only different. Is it because they’ve been together for over twenty years? All she knew was that one day she wanted to experience the same bond with her future husband. She avoided thinking about what her current lifestyle might be doing to that dream.
Behind them, there was a faint snore from Shinji. Aya looked over her shoulder to her snoozing husband before looking back to Kagome. “I have to say, it’s nice to have someone to talk to after sex.” Kagome smiled before turning her attention to the wastebasket. Aiming her shot, she managed to toss the used tissue into the basket. A silence fell between the two as Kagome lay back on the bed. In order to fit, both her and Aya shifted to their side, facing each other. “I mentioned earlier that you seemed different.” A smile crept across her face as she kept her voice low. “Did something happen?”
“I… met someone,” Kagome said, matching her volume.
Aya nodded sagely. “I figured something like that.”
“It’s a little complicated.”
“I figured that too. Why don’t you tell me about it?”
Kagome was not sure why she was so open with Aya. Maybe it was the tender atmosphere the woman generated or because the woman was an interested stranger; a stranger Kagome could simply walk away from. Either way, she explained the entire situation the best that she could. The simple act of talking did wonders to settle the torment the situation was causing. Aya simply listened, her smile never wavering – even as Kagome touched on the events that led her to waking in Inuyasha’s apartment. When Kagome finally finished, she let out a long breath. It felt like a million tons had been lifted from her shoulders.
“My! That’s quite a story!” Kagome only nodded her agreement. “You must really love Inuyasha.”
“What?” Love? “I don’t think—”
“Oh no, I can definitely tell you are headed that way.”
“I barely know him.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t fallen for him. When I first met Shinji, it took me awhile to realize I was in love with him. Looking back now, I see that I had fallen for him the moment we first met – the time after was just me realizing it.”
Kagome was uncomfortable with where this was leading. Me? In love with Inuyasha? It was a frightening prospect; terrifying actually. If it was any other person… “I’m still not convinced.”
“Time will make things clear.”
She was silent for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course!”
Kagome licked her lips, her eyes trailing down. “Why did you want someone to sleep with your husband?” It was something that bugged her ever since she had first been with them at the club. It was so clear how they felt about each other. They had spent so many years in the loving care of their partner only to throw it all away. It just did not make sense to her. How can you look so damn happy watching Shinji with me?
“That… is a difficult question.” Aya retreated in thought, trying to find words to express her thoughts and emotions. “I don’t believe I could give you a satisfying answer. I’m not even sure myself to be honest.” She smiled. “One thing I do know is that you are a special woman. If it had been anyone else that night, I think it would have ended in disaster. I wasn’t expecting things to turn out like this, but I’m glad they did.” Reaching out, she ran a hand across Kagome’s face. “It sounds strange, but I don’t want just anyone to be with Shinji, I want you.”
“Me?”
Aya chuckled sheepishly. “You are a loving woman and a woman who is easy to love.” A grin crept across her face. “A little wild too.” Kagome blushed. “But most of all, you’re someone who isn’t afraid to be you. I know it’s weird to hear and it’s even weirder to be telling you all this, but I feel a connection to you. Shinji does as well.”
Kagome was speechless. She had not been expecting this. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that my husband and I will always be here for you.” There was a gentle smile as she ran her hand down Kagome’s arm. “I know you shared with me far more than you would ever share with your parents, maybe even your friends. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
Kagome smiled, giving a short nod. She was glad she had called them – even more that she had talked to Aya. It was nice to know she could talk to someone about Inuyasha and not be judged.
After a few more minutes of talking, Kagome took a shower and dressed. With a hug from Aya and a promise to call again, she left the two in the hotel. Walking out of the hotel, she felt her pocket buzz. Fishing her cell phone out, she glanced down to see a missed call. She frowned, trying to remember when she put her phone on vibrate. Opening it, her eyes widened when she saw the missed call was from Inuyasha. Heart pounding, she slammed her finger against the redial button before holding it to her head. It rang twice before it connected.
“Inuyasha here.”
Her lip quivered as she struggled to maintain herself. “Hey, I saw you tried calling me.” It was amazing she managed to keep her voice steady amidst the excitement.
“Ah, yes. I wanted to apologize for not contacting you earlier. I was in Germany.”
He’s apologizing! He didn’t forget about me! “Ah, no problem.” She mentally kicked herself for such a lame response.
“So uh… I was wondering…” He sounds nervous. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”
Tomorrow’s Friday… She immediately cursed Kouga for stealing her weekends from her. “I have work…”
“That’s fine. Meet me at my apartment at five.”
“Tomorrow at five,” she said with a smile.
“Great. See you tomorrow.” Before she could respond, the line disconnected.
Heart racing, she clutched the phone in her palm. He didn’t forget about me! With a small hop to her stride, she lost herself in daydreams about what tomorrow would bring. I have a good feeling about tomorrow…
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Still no Inuyasha/Kagome pairing! What!? In due time, I promise! Right now, I am trying to balance how quick/slow I progress the story. I still have some things I want to do before I introduce the trigger to the coming mayhem.
Aya is starting to have a larger role than I intended her to have.
As always, thanks for the reviews!
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