InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Sexy Lemon Pants ❯ The Sexy Lemon Pants ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Note: Hey hey! Sorry we haven't put anything new up in so long- life has been pretty weird. But here we go, with another one shot. We do hope you enjoy. ^_^

PS. This is dedicated to Walgreens, which stocks the sexiest lemon print pants we've ever seen.

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The Sexy Lemon Pants

By Fallen Karma Angels

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Clickityclackclickclickity- No, no, that wouldn't do. Tap tap tap- clickclickclack. . .

"Kagome? Inu-Yasha's here!"

Cli- - -

Hm? Oh! Finally!

"All right, mama! Send him up!" Kagome called downstairs without every looking away from her laptop's screen, typing up a furious storm. In fact, she barely processed the creaking staircase and the quick exchanging of pleasantries as she tried to keep her mind on her fanfic.

"He's coming- but we're leaving, darling! We'll be back in a few hours, when the store closes!"

"Mhm," the girl murmured in response, knowing that her mother couldn't hear her but not really caring as the door to her room opened and- in his radiant, hanyou glory- her boyfriend, Inu-Yasha, made his grand appearance. Ooo! Idea! . . . No, wait- that didn't fit either. . .

Dammit.

"Kagome, what are you doing cooped up here on a night like tonight?" the teen boy sighed, leaning casually against the doorframe with a roll of his eyes.

"Shh! Quiet, Inu-Yasha! I need to finish this update!" she demanded blankly- not quite taking in his voice. And now she'd have Ranma barge in on Akane. . .

"Then why did you call me?"

No, the barging in scene was so cliché. . .

"One minute!"

The male sighed. "Kagome, there's life outside your bedroom, you know. Why don't you go and live it for a while?"

And then Ranma would- - - would- - - wait.

"What?! And disappoint my readers!?" Kag cried, seemingly appalled. She smiled all the same, peering at Inu from over her reading glasses as- for the first time in at least three hours- she allowed herself to be distracted. "Look, Inu-chan, I don't expect you to understand, but I really would like to finish this chapter."

"Why? What's so great about it?" Inu-Yasha half pouted, ears drooping a bit as he inched closer, leaning over her shoulder. When he attempted to read, however, he was met with the brisk snap of the laptop being shut. "Hey!"

"It's the lemon chapter," she informed him with a sly smile, kissing him on the nose. "But it's not finished- so no reading ahead!" She pushed him away with a playful smack.

"Oh? Is that the occasion behind your pants?" he inquired with a chuckle, stepping backwards and seating himself upon her bed with a grin. His golden pools drifted over her long, supple legs and most private of centers with a lick of his lips, taking in the purple cotton with the lemon print upon it. "Very symbolic. . ."

"I call it `inspiration'," she countered with a flick of her hair, taking off her glasses and rubbing her deep blue eyes, propping her feet up on her desk. "But yes- that is why I'm wearing my sexy lemon pants."

Ho. . . ?

"Your sexy lemon pants?" he repeated slowly, a mischievous twinkle winking into life behind his eyes as she nodded coyly. "What makes these particular pants so sexy?"

"Well, the lemon print, for starters," she informed him with a subtle wave of her wrist, placing her slender hands on her inner thighs and running her fingers up and down the baggy material. "You know what a lemon is, of course, in fanfiction."

"How could I not, what with last week's demonstration?" he replied in a husky voice that dripped with adoration and syrup. She felt her underwear grow instantly wet at the erotic tone- but hid that fact from her puppy. (Not that he didn't know- his keen senses could cause quite a bit of embarrassment at times.) She continued as if she was not aroused.

"Also, I let you borrow them two weeks ago to wear home when we accidentally soiled your pants with our. . . shall I say, excitement?" she winked and stood, stretching lazily and smirking as her white midriff top displayed her toned stomach to her expectant boyfriend. He was very pleased to notice that she wore no hint of a bra. "And they still smell of you. I'd call that sexy."

"Thank you, thank you," he purred, opening his arms to her and smiling as she sat herself upon his lap, molding their chests together as she wrapped her arms around his neck; ticking off reasons on her fingers. "Anything else?"

"Well, they usually help dig me out of citrusy writer's blocks, but they're not doing very well at the moment," she sighed, rubbing noses with Inu-Yasha as she hooded her eyes, wrapping one leg around his waist sensually.

Ah. . . Now he understood.

The hanyou's eyes widened a fraction, before narrowing with a throaty growl of want. "So is that why you called me over tonight? Looking for inspiration in a new form?"

"You could say that, yes," she murmured with a growing smile as she unbound her half-demon's ponytail, running her hands over his tight white muscle shirt and black leather jacket. "Or you could say that my sexy lemon pants put me in `the mood'. . . or you could say that I want them to smell more strongly of my favorite bishie. . ."

"I honestly don't care which of the three it is," the boy breathed in her ear, making her shiver deliciously as he licked her lobe, "as long as it means I get to fuck you. . ."

"It does," she replied with and a moan, throwing her other leg around his waist so that her core was straddling his hardening manhood- hot and wet against the too-tight lump in his jeans. "So do it, while Mama's still out."

"My my- little Kagome's quite frisky tonight," the hanyou snickered, allowing his talons to outline her breasts and tummy with a feather light touch; his mouth finding her collar bone and enjoying the flavor of the skin located there. "Is it really the pants, or are you just suffering from sex-withdrawal symptoms? After all, it's been at least three days since my last visit. . ."

She only groaned in response, throwing her head back and tightening her legs around his hips, grinding them together as her long hair tickled their legs. Lifting her arms as her boyfriend yanked off her shirt, she pulled off his own as he attacked her soft, milky orbs- suckling and blowing and licking until her peaks were hard as rocks and red as cherries.

"So. . . sweet. . ." the boy murmured, pulling her closer to him as his fangs scraped the mark he'd placed upon her neck, kissing it and nuzzling it until he felt as if he was about to explode. She made him so hard without even trying, dammit!

"Inu-Yasha. . ." Kagome rasped, fondling his ears and playing with his soft hair as she snaked her tongue down his shoulder, over the rosary she'd presented him with for his birthday, past the scar his old girlfriend had given him when she'd gotten pissed off- the one right over his heart. She removed her hands from his locks of flowing silver so as to trace the scar, committing it to memory. Such a story it told- she could use it in her own story, some day- fanfiction or not. Placing both palms over the thin strip of dark peach she pushed him back- still grinding into him until she was worried they were wearing a hole in the crotch of her favorite pants.

That wouldn't do. . .

Pealing herself away from Inu's loving lips, she placed a finger to his mouth, lashes fluttering sexily as she allowed one hand to lazily trace its way down his chest. . . then his abdomen. . . then to his zipper; slowly tugging his pants and boxers away as she gripped his manhood lightly. He moaned and bit back a whimper as she began tracing it with a fingertip, then playing with it in her hands.

"Ka-Ka-Kago-chan. . ." he gasped, almost completely loosing it as she continued her ministrations. So close. . . But before he could reach his climax she stopped and removed the rest of her clothing- set her pants carefully on the carpet- laid back upon the lemon print- - -

And spread her legs wide open, inviting him inside with a smile.

He stared at her for a minute, simply enjoying the sight from the bed. . .

Then he pounced on her; ravishing- and rammed himself into her so suddenly that it was almost painful. All the same Kag didn't notice- already too drunk on the taste of him to care. "Faster, Inu-chan," she commanded, lifting her hips off the ground to meet him thrust for thrust. "Faster! Harder. . ."

He complied without complaint, licking, nipping, and kissing her neck and lips till she was almost bruised; she tearing at his back with her nails, leaving erotic red welts. And then- quite suddenly- her inner walls tightened around him-

And both were sent spiraling into ecstasy before flopping back against the lemon pants, spent.

"See. . . ?" Kagome panted with a large grin after a few moments, gently tugging at her boyfriend's hair. "I told you my pants were damn sexy."

"They are," he agreed with a sly smirk. "But they're sexier when they're off of your body."

She laughed and lightly blew on his demon ear, giggling as it flicked cutely. "Pervert."

"Says the girl who writes lemons."

"You know you love it."

"And you know I love you."

Kagome blushed and beamed, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you, too," she whispered, turning her face so as to lock lips and deepen the embrace when- - -

"Oh my God, I've got it!" she cried, leaping to her feet so suddenly that the hanyou beside her almost got stepped upon. "I know just what to do, now!" Racing to her computer and flipping the top back up, she began typing with so much enthusiasm that Inu-Yasha could almost see smoke billowing from the keyboard as he watched, exasperated.

"Kago-chan, you really are pathetic," he shook his head, smiling slightly despite it all as he leaned back against the edge of her bed, listening to the sound of her soothing writing as he waited until he could next be of service.

Which, knowing his girlfriend, would be within the next ten minutes.

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