InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call My Wife ❯ Complications ( Chapter 2 )

Well, thanks to all the feedback I got for this, I decided to continue it =) Don't expect regular updates or any plot though =p This is just my fun with InuYasha.

Disclaimer: InuYasha and it's characters belong to Takahashi Rumiko.

Enjoy!

 

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“Oi, wench!”

 

I tighten the heavy quilt around me to block the early morning chill as I pad around our apartment. My toes sink into the carpet and I check each and every room for signs of my wife. The study is just the way I left it yesterday; there are papers scattered all over the desk and a rotten apple core in the little plastic bin. I check the living room; the couch is still in its strategic position but the small square pillows are strewn all over the floor. Miroku bought his damn kids over yesterday and they messed the whole place up. Crazy little ball breakers. I check the kitchen. She's not even in the damn kitchen!

Where the hell are you, Kagome?

 

My exposed face and toes freeze as a fresh burst of winter wind gushes into the apartment through the open balcony doors. I can feel my bare body shrink under the thick bed cover, the goose bumps prickle my skin all over, the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight and my nipples go hard as rocks. I probably should have put some clothes on first...Why the fuck are the damn doors open at 6 o'clock in the morning?

 

Ah.

 

There she is.

 

The skinny white curtains flutter out of the way as another puff of wind comes through. I can see her now, out on the balcony and leaning on the rails. I get closer as quietly as I can, soundless on the lush carpet. I lean on the frame of the balcony doors, ignoring the sting of the frozen metal against the small parts of my exposed skin. I pull the bed cover around me tighter and I just...watch.

 

She's wearing one of my shirts, and I love the way it looks on her. I told you already, didn't I? The way the thin cotton drapes over her little shoulders, the way the sleeves reach right down past her elbows, the way the hem at the bottom plays against the skin of her thighs...

 

How the hell is she not cold?

 

I feel my eyebrows scrunch up and that wrinkle in my forehead comes up as I frown. She makes a noise; light and wistful, she barely parts her lips. She sighs, and at that exact moment the wind picks up and throws her hair behind her, a black, messy, silk curtain. I love the way she closes her eyes and tilts her chin up against the wind, the way her long eyelashes flutter on her cheeks and the way her little pink lips curl up slightly into a tiny smile. The wind dies down and leaves her hair tangled and all over the place.

 

Fucking beautiful.

 

I'm done watching, I step onto the cold tiles of the balcony and approach her from behind, and I know she's noticed me because of that pretty little glint in her eyes. They're so blue today.

 

I lean into her and press her lightly against the railing, but I can't do anything with my hands because they're trapped inside this little cocoon I've made for myself. She leans back and her head rests on my shoulder, her windswept hair bunches and can't decide to go down my front or back. She closes her blue eyes, “Mm...”, and she turns her head to nuzzle my neck, “Good morning, InuYasha.”

 

I need to touch her. I don't care how cold it is. I open the quilt and shiver as the wind bites my naked body. I pull her in and wrap the thick softness around her, pulling her closer to me and shielding her the way I should. We stand there for a while; my nose buried into her hair and her light humming vibrating the both of us. She's so close, so warm, but the winter chill gets to my bones and I know she can feel it. I don't want her getting sick.

 

“Get inside.”

 

She mumbles in protest when I shift my weight to move and I stop, “Wench,” I need to touch her. I want to rub my hands all over her soft body, but I need to hold the damn quilt around us. “It's fucking cold; get inside.” She shakes her head and leans her weight further onto me.

 

She dare disobey me?

 

I growl, demanding, warning. I let go of the quilt and I can finally wrap my arms around her, but my limbs freeze almost instantly. I grip her tightly, thankful that the quilt pooled to our feet and at least provides some warmth there. But finally, I can touch her. I'm freezing, but I can touch her.

 

Definitely worth it.

 

I rub the thin material of my shirt against her warm skin, I run my hands up her thighs and the sides of her body, and I linger at her unbound breasts, still so round and full in their struggle against gravity. She hums with contentment, leans into me and places her hands softly over mine. She grips them lightly, leading my palms down her body, over her breasts. I can feel her nipples poking through the shirt and I smirk at the confirmation that she's cold too. She runs my hands further down, and even though she's leading me, I'm moving on my own accord to rest my palms on her belly.

 

She lets go of my hands and rubs her own over herself, joining mine in running over the swell of her pregnancy. Her bellybutton is starting to poke out, but the baby is still too small for us to feel it move. The baby. My baby.

 

Our child.

 

My eyes almost water all over again at the reminder that I'll soon have a son or daughter. The sheer magnitude of the pride that swells inside me almost pushes the tears out, but I keep my cheeks dry. I've cried enough already, and I'm really starting to look like a wimp.

 

But...our child...

 

Mine and Kagome's. We made it. It's ours. She's carrying the product of our love, our offspring, our-- now I'm starting to sound like a wimp, too.

 

I keep my hands on her stomach. It's so round, and the shirt tightens a little around it. I'd love to stay like this; move my hands over her forever, but it's too fucking cold, and definitely not good for the baby. Besides, I'm feeling horny and there's only so much sex I can get before the pregnancy gets too far along.

 

“Get the fuck inside, wench.”

 

The harshness of my words is lost when I give into the urge to nuzzle her neck. I kiss the slender column and she `Mm's again, still not moving. Her skin tastes so good, her unmasked scent and taste is so natural and intoxicating. She laughs when I huff through my nose and puffs of visible air come out of my nostrils. I'm serious this time; we need to get inside, “Kagome...” I press my hips into her soft ass for effect, “Come inside so I can fuck you.”

 

She giggles and nudges me with her plump behind, pressing nicely against my struggling erection, “I don't think Little Inu wants to play...” My jaw drops in indignation. How dare she--!

 

It's really cold, ok?!

 

I growl and she keeps giggling at my apparently comical determination as I pick her up, and swing her around so I have a hand behind her back and a hand under her knees. “Hey, stop laughing! Not funny!” I freeze as the wind hits my exposed privates, shriveling the poor guy even further. Kagome throws her head back in all-out laughter. Her breasts rise into the air right in front of my face and I can see the little bumps their tips are making under the shirt. Her hair swings back and forth, tickling my arm, teasing me to let go of her just to bury my hand in it. I know she's teasing me, but...

 

Fucking beautiful.

 

“Come on, Kagome! Do you realize how cold it is!?”

She's almost hysterical now, laughing that silent laughter that makes your abdomen burn and your eyes water. Alright, it's funny. I can't get it up. But she's laughing too hard and it's really starting to hurt my feelings...

 

“Keh, it's not my fault you're so fat and ugly.”

 

There's a pause in which her laughing completely stops and I realize what I've just said to a pregnant woman with frequent mood swings.

 

Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid--

 

Slap!

 

Slam!

 

I'm left cupping the red mark on my face and curling over as much as I can to conjure up some body heat. I watch Kagome's frowning face through the glass of the closed balcony doors, her hand hovering over the lock. I've gotta fix this! “Kagome! I'm sorry, baby!” But no use. With a twitch of her hand and a little click of the lock, I'm trapped on the freezing balcony, very naked and very small. “Kagome! Open the door!”

 

She does that infuriatingly cute little `hmph!' and spins around, closing the curtains in front of my face and spinning around, “I'm going to take a nap!”

 

I hear her faintly retreating footsteps and I bang my fists against the glass, rattling the doors, “Kagome, no! Come on!” No sign of her. She seriously went to take a nap!? She's leaving me out here!? Bitch! Pissy, fat, annoying, gorgeous, bitch!

 

Hell really hath no wrath like a pregnant woman scorned.

 

I'm so stupid!

 

 

***

 

 

This sucks.

 

“Woah, Yash, you look like shit.” Miroku is looking at me like I put an ugly mask on.

 

I grumble a bit and plop down into my office chair. It swivels and squeaks a bit and the height adjustment is broken so the damn seat sinks right down. “Thanks for putting it so lightly.” My head falls like a bowling ball onto my desk and the impact knocks over my pencil holder.

 

My work. The place I need to tear myself away from Kagome and my bed to come to everyday. The sound of people typing and phones ringing becomes mushed together with the dinging of the elevators and the steam from the coffee machine. Useless background music. I guess the place isn't so bad; the hours are too long but the pay is good and I can buy my wife and kid whatever the hell they want.

 

I press my forehead to the cold, sterile white surface of my desk and Miroku's annoying black head pop's into my peripheral vision. He smiles knowingly, “Did Kagome cut you off again?”

 

Miroku.

 

He's annoying, but he's always right.

 

He sighs and puts a hand on the hunch of my back, “How long?”

 

It's become a routine of ours, sharing our marriage problems. It turns out the guy really knows what he's talking about; he's been married for ten years and his woman manages to take care of his three little clones every day.

 

I groan the answer out, muffle it against the pile of paper that's probably stuck to my face; “Three weeks.”

 

“Oh, snap. What does that feel like?”

 

I leer at my perceptive friend and don't appreciate his sarcasm one bit. What does it feel like, though?

 

I squash my face back into the desk and scrunch my eyes shut to force concentration from my aching loins; “Fucking torture.”

 

Gorgeous bitch.

 

Miroku doesn't seem to understand my pain...I suppose he's used to it. His wife ain't exactly the most submissive wench...“You'll get over it, Yash. This feeling you're experiencing right now? It's called fatherhood,” He smiles a toothy smile and his eyes glint. They match his brown tie. “You've got to get used to not having much sex, you know.”

 

“But...” I sit up now, and the chair squeaks beneath my weight, “I'm used to having sex every day.”

 

Damn woman.

 

Miroku laughs at me again. I suppose I'm just going to have to get used to that, too, “Yash, Kagome isn't going to want it every day. Not anymore.”

 

I catch my reflection in my blank computer screen. Now I really do look like shit. My shirt is crumpled, my hair is all over the place, and even the fur on my ears looks ruffled. I can see the dark, dark bags under my eyes and the visible lines that stretch underneath them. I can see the lines on my forehead that aren't usually there. I feel old.

 

Kagome...?

 

You're probably still mad at me from all the stupid fights we've been having.

 

That's what I think, until I remember the tear stains on her cheeks when I watched her sleep this morning. Fuck, baby. What the hell is going on with you?

 

You don't want me anymore?

 

I've never felt less sexy in my entire life. I've never felt less useless.

 

Am I just your husband now? The father of your child? Some responsible, un-sexual entity that pays the bills and says `Honey, I'm home!' after work every day? Have I served my purpose already? Are you becoming like all the other women that loose their sex drive and devote their lives solely to their kids? That...just doesn't seem like you, Kagome.

 

My throat tightens for the thousandth time this week and the toasty air in the artificially heated office is starting to suffocate me.

 

You said...you said--

 

“Oh, God, InuYasha,” She wraps her thick thighs around me and tears open my dress shirt. The buttons fly all over the place and bounce off the closed in walls of the tiny closet. “Fuck me! Right here, right now!” Her voice is strained, and so fucking desperate.

 

I love it.

 

She claws at my bare back, and I'm not even touching her but she's moaning. Her head falls back onto the wall and she starts panting, little whimpers coming out with each exhale of breath. My grip tightens on her waist and I barely notice it. Those wonderful hips of hers start moving in little circles against mine.

 

I don't know what's gotten into you, Kagome, but I fuckin' like it.

 

My wife groans and uses the wall behind her as leverage to push off and slam me against the opposite wall. We hit the door and it rattles, and for one short second I'm worried about getting caught. A very short second.

 

The people outside are enjoying their dips and champagne while a few musicians play soft music. I really can't remember whose wedding it is, or why we even accepted the invitation.

 

And I really don't give a fuck.

 

Kagome's hands are in my hair, on my ears, my shoulders, my back. Everywhere. Her soft, soft lips attack my neck, trace my jaw line, biting, nipping, sucking. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the delicious attention. It's a real strain to talk, but my voice manages to come out in a little pathetic squeak when those nails run straight lines from my collarbone to my hip; “'G-gome? What the hell's gotten into you, woman?” She grunts in response and pulls me back a step or two to the opposite wall, sandwiching herself between me and the grey surface of the janitor's closet.

 

She keeps licking and sucking at my neck, sending tremors right through me. “I don't know...I just need you so badly...” Every stroke of that sweet little tongue is stoking the fire that's growing between us, and the friction between our hips is building up heat, delicious heat. “InuYasha, I want you so much. I always want you so much.” I get a nice confidence boost, and suddenly, I feel like the sexiest man alive.

 

I love that you make me feel this way, Kagome.

 

Her dress had been a forgotten bunch around her waist and I remove the slinky, soft material from the writhing woman and take the time to fold it nicely - as nicely as I can - onto a nearby shelf.

 

“Hang on there,” I wrap my arms around her gorgeous body and they slide easily along her sweaty skin, “I'll give you what you need.”

 

Just gimme a minute...this is hard.

 

The fact that she's writhing and naked now does nothing to help the heavy rock between my legs that's making my dress pants feel way too tight. Kagome leans in and takes a small ear into her mouth and all coherent thought flies through the crack under the door...

 

The sensation...

 

Is she crying? “Inu,” Her voice is strained, her eyes are watering- “I need you to fuck me right now,” I pin her to the wall firmly with my hips to hold her up while I free my hands to get rid of my clothes. She's clawing at any bits of skin I expose and I fumble with my belt when her hips stop going in circles and start rubbing against me, hard. “If you don't get inside me, this second...” She sounds extremely frustrated and annoyed now, and I actually concentrate on my belt rather than her legs opening wider against me...the fact that she took her underwear off earlier while we were still sitting at our table...

 

By the Gods, Kagome, you can have whatever the hell you want.

 

I finally get the damn pants to my knees and just about explode in my briefs when those hands and those nails seize me through the material. She's rough and gentle at the same time, this perfect mixture that will surely drive me insane some day. She grips my shaft and holds onto it, panting, like she'll die if she doesn't have it. She pulls me up so I can position myself near her pussy now, but I take a moment to consume the smell that's coming from between her legs.

 

Her core is soaked, dripping, puffy and so desperate.

 

“Wait.” I groan and fall to my knees before her, “I wanna taste you.” I lean in and stretch out my tongue, and that mind-numbing smell is almost tangible. I can taste it, and it tastes fucking incredible. Her heat is coming out in waves, with each shuddering breath, and my tongue is so close to my precious treasure that it catches a drop of her thick, creamy honey.

 

Crap. I think I just came in my pants.

 

I almost yelp when those sexy nails grab at my ears and yank me up, and Kagome is around me in a split second. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist and I can feel all the thick cream of hers rubbing all over my length. She knows exactly what I like and exactly how I like it...sneaky woman.

 

Her nails dig deeper into my back this time, and I hiss at the pain; she pulls me close and growls into my ear, “What part of `fuck me, now' don't you understand!?”

 

I'm buried inside her in a heartbeat and she screams.

 

Those delicious juices run down my thighs and I go all out; I plow my wife so hard into the wall I'm sure she'll go through it. Oh, does she scream.

 

Her smooth back arches off and I can go even deeper; “Inu! Yasha!” the sweat is tangible in the air around us and the suffocating room is filled with grunts, groans, moans and moisture. I watch, mesmerized at her expression; her hair style destroyed and stuck to the sweat on her face, and her bouncing breasts, jolting in time with my thrusts. My abdomen presses against hers as I grind into her to give her clit some extra stimulation and I can feel myself pumping inside her, on the outside.

 

Holy shit...

 

“Harder!”

 

I fuck her harder.

 

“My God, InuYasha,” She screams my name and I know the people outside know exactly what's going on; “Faster!” I think about the prim and proper men and women in their tuxedos and gowns, the judging stares they'll give us when we emerge from the tiny closet. And, honestly; I don't give a shit.

 

I fuck my bitch faster.

 

I latch onto a nipple between my lips and catch the breast mid-bounce. Kagome squeals, she forces the soft, soft globe further into my mouth and I lathe it completely with an excessively salivating tongue. I can't help it. I'm drooling all over her.

 

It doesn't help that her hands are everywhere at once, that her soft, sweaty thighs are wrapped tightly around me, rubbing and squeezing. It certainly doesn't help that she looks absolutely divine; even in the dingy janitor's closet we've found ourselves in, even next to a ragged mop and a shelf of detergents and window cleaners. To top it off; she's soaking wet, searing hot and so, so tight...

 

“Fuck!”

 

My head bangs against the damn keyboard and the office chair squeaks and whines at the sudden movement. The people in nearby cubicles look up from their work at me, with those strange `What the hell?' faces.

 

“InuYasha...” Miroku's black head pops into view, “...what the hell?” I swallow hard, and shift a little in my seat to check for any dampness. Phew. I didn't wet my pants. Miroku rolls in front of me on his wheeled office chair, “What was that about?”

 

I blink a few times, trying to think of an excuse for phasing out; “Uh, what was what about?” Miroku looks at me like I'm insane, and it makes me wonder if I am. We hear someone clearing their throat and our heads snap up.

 

Ah, this sucks ass.

 

Kikyou.

 

She leers down at us as if her ten thousand dollar suit makes her a more important human being somehow; “Are you two ready to get back to work?” It feels like her eyes are shooting lasers, and Miroku rolls away, bowing his head and grumbling something I can't quite hear. I roll back to my desk too, and shuffle some papers here and there to show her I'm working.

 

But she keeps damn leering.

 

It's creepy, unnerving, and I know she's about to punish me or something. “Sorry, boss.” I try to look sincere, loyal, hardworking, because I don't want her to keep me working late again. She `hmphs' and it isn't cute at all. It's bitchy, annoying, but I don't really care if she docks my pay, bans my gym access, or throws me into a smaller office.

 

Just don't make me work late.

 

Kagome hates that.

 

Kikyou sucks in a deep breath and her little slits for nostrils barely flare after all the plastic surgery they've suffered; “Three new assignments just came in, Takano-”

 

“Oh, come on-”

 

“You're staying until they're done.”

 

 

***

 

 

I sink in to my bed finally, as quietly as I can, and the mattress sinks under my weight and molds around me so comfortably, I almost fall asleep instantly. My beautiful pregnant wife is on her side, a small hand tucked under her cheek, sandwiched against the feather down pillow. I look at her face and I forget all about work, all about my frustrations. Her inky hair covers half of her face and her lips are parted a little.

 

I love you so fucking much, Kagome.

 

She shifts and my heart beats faster, I don't want her to know how late it is and I've just come from the office. She'll kill me if she wakes up now. Still, I can't help it; I reach out and press a palm to her round belly. I rub the cotton of her nighty against her skin and it soothes me more than I thought it would. I take a deep breath and exhale it through my mouth. Her eyes scrunch tightly and she stirs.

 

Crap.

 

Her eyes open and I'm lost in that damn blue. Her eyes have been so blue lately. “Inu...?” She shifts and starts to sit up, propping herself on and elbow. Her hair falls from her face and I can see them; I can smell them;

 

Tears.

 

We stare at each other for a moment, and it tortures me because I don't know what she's thinking. “Kagome,” I sit up beside her and she keeps looking at me. Her eyes are empty, and the invisible gap between us is practically tangible. I reach out for her again; I'm desperate to close this growing gap, this opening gate that threatens to take my wife from me. My hand is near her face, an inch from feeling her soft, soft skin.

 

She's snapped out of her daze and she jerks away from me. It hurts, this distance between us.

 

I can feel the telltale sting of tears in the corners of my eyes; “Wench, are you ok?” There's another pause; a long stretch of silence.

 

She gets out of bed and leaves our room.

 

I don't call after her. I collapse back onto the soft mattress and lay there. I run my hand over the warm space on her side of the bed that she had just occupied, and I can hear her crying. It hurts.

 

I whisper to myself, “What's wrong with you, Kagome?”, but there's no answer. Only the ceiling I'm staring at and the empty space beside me. I snap up and jump out of bed, my eyes wide and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. My ears twitch at the sound.

 

The sound of breaking glass.

 

I rush out of our room and into the kitchen, and I see my wife on the floor, hunched over and surrounded with shattered glass and water; “Kagome!? What the hell are you doing?” The tiny bits of sharpness bite into my feet as I approach her, her torso jerking and shuddering with the strength of her sobs. It hurts too much, and I can't even feel the punctures in my feet. I hate seeing her in pain...my wife should always be happy. She deserves to be happy.

 

Don't I make you happy, Kagome?

 

She sniffles and her sobbing dies down, but still, I don't want to touch her. I couldn't bear it if she moved away from my touch again. Her thin arms wrap around her, as if to protect herself, to comfort herself. I feel betrayed. I'm supposed to protect you, Kagome. Her voice is soft, broken, but I hear it from under her breath, and it cuts me like the glass at my feet.

 

“Are you cheating on me?”

 

My ears are open wounds, bleeding, raw, and her words are like vinegar, acid on my injuries.

 

“What the fuck did you just say?”

 

She lifts her head, and the agony in her eyes is suffocating me, they're so damn blue; “Tell me the truth,” her bottom lip is trembling, and I know this isn't something she just decided in a matter of days, I know she must have been torturing herself for months with these stupid thoughts. I hear her voice again, but I'm lost in those wounded, blue eyes, “Are you cheating on me, InuYasha?”

 

I'm on my knees before her in an instant, my grip like a vice on her shoulders. I have a headache, my ears hurt, and there are bits of glass in my shins now, “What the fuck gave you that idea!?” I can't help it, I try to calm my voice, loosen my grip, but the sheer indignation, the very thought of being with someone else forces my voice to rise. My throat is straining and I'm yelling at her, this woman I love more than my own life, this woman that's carrying my child inside of her, this woman that I call my wife. “What the hell are you thinking!?”

 

“Y-you come home late every night--”

“You think I'd go around fucking other women!?”

 

Don't you realize how much I love you?

 

She starts crying again and the feeling returns to my body, the soreness of my fingertips as they grip her shoulders without mercy, the rawness of my throat as I yell at her, reduce her to whimpers and the stinging wetness in my eyes that threatens to reduce me to whimpers, as well. I stop crushing her shoulders and yank her towards me, crushing her body instead, sandwiching our child between us and crushing her lips to mine.

 

Her eyes go wide, her wet eyelashes stick together, her tongue tentatively responds to mine. I pull away from her when breathing becomes a necessity and hold her face in my hands, cup her cheeks firmly, and keep her eyes on mine.

 

“You'll listen to me now, Kagome,” She lowers her eyes, silent, “look at me,” I shake her lightly, “look at me!” Those beautiful, sad eyes are on mine now and I know I have her attention.

 

I've put up with this depressing shit for too long.

 

“You are my only one,” my voice is low and I try my best not to sink into the blue, “I'll only ever want you, Kagome,” my face inches closer to hers and I bore into her, make her hear me, “In my bed,” I kiss a cheek softly, feel the tear stained skin under my lips and the salty taste of tears, “In my heart.”

 

Don't you dare think anything else.

 

By the time I kiss her other cheek, her eyes are closed, and I can't help but press my lips to hers now, savor the taste that I've been too long denied.

 

I lower my delicate wife on her back to the floor and pour everything I need to tell her into my kiss. She's whimpering now for a very different reason, and I can feel her hands, wet from the water on the floor, on my shoulders, my chest. I can feel her protruding belly against mine; I can feel her full breasts against me through the sheer cotton between us. I break the kiss, ignore the trails of saliva that string between us, and stare into Kagome's dreamy eyes. Her lips, full and tender, move to form words that take a short while to register in my sex deprived brain.

 

“You can fuck me now, InuYasha.”

 

Oh, hell yes!

 

Her legs are around me in the instant that I press myself to her, and I can't control myself, my hips ram into hers, my mouth is all over her. The delicious noises she makes urge me on, press her further into the wet floor. I absently remember the broken glass that must be at her back, and I halt when I feel that biting feeling in my palms this time. “Bed,” I manage.

 

I gather her in my arms, pull her off the floor with plans to get her in bed before I continue to ravish her, but once I'm standing upright her legs are around me again, and this time it's her rubbing herself against me. She's panting in my ear, clutching at my back.

 

“Inu...” Her breath is hot on my neck now, her crotch warm and wet against mine, “I don't think I can make it to the bed.”

 

I drop her onto the couch instead.

 

I'm straddling her waist and looming over her flushed form, “Promise me something, and I'll make you feel so good...”

 

She licks her lips and I realize how fucking horny I am, “What is it?”

 

I lean over her and stretch my arms above her head, resting my hands on the couch's armrest. “Promise me, that no matter how bad things might get between us, no matter how many insecurities that might be bothering you, promise me, Kagome, that you'll never, ever, think I'd cheat on you.” I kiss her; it's a short kiss, “Oh, one more thing;”

 

Her breathing slows down and her lusty expression is replaced with one of love. It looks so good on her, this love I see plastered all over her beautiful face. Her skin is glowing, her cheeks are pink. I pull her baggy shirt off, remove her simple cotton underwear, and her glorious naked body is revealed to me. She looks so delicious...

 

“Oh, InuYasha...” Her back arches a little and her eyes shut tight, I suck on her collarbone, lick at her neck, kiss her breasts all over, taste her everywhere. I tease her nipples; have my fill of them before the lovely access is denied by my baby. Her legs open wide for me and that smell, that scent of hers that's so different in her pregnancy, is thick in my nostrils. My mouth waters. I want to taste it.

 

I continue my trek downward and she's moaning, desperate and excited. I caress her round belly with my lips and hands, and play with her half innie-half outie bellybutton with my tongue. I finally reach the source of that supremely fertile smell, the very air around her dank with arousal and new life. I breathe hard at the apex of her thighs; take in the sight of her open flower, pink and dripping. I know she can feel the hot puffs of air coming from my mouth, the deep intakes of scented oxygen through my nose. I look at her now; flick my eyes toward hers, dead in those deep, deep, blue eyes.

 

“You're fucking gorgeous.”

 

I bury my face in her crotch and she screams.

 

I press my erection into the cushion of the couch and try to ignore her hands in my hair, massaging my scalp in that soothing, sexy way. I try to ignore her thighs around my head, the damp, soft skin on either side of my face. I tune out those incredible noises she makes, the way she throws her head back and exposes the column of her throat. I forget all of these things that threaten to lead to my undoing, and I concentrate on the delicious pussy in my face.

 

I nuzzle her clit, penetrate her with my tongue, and sound stops coming from her mouth. Her lips are parted, jaw trembling, but no sound. I lance her, rub her, stroke her, flick her, fuck her and the sound starts again. All I hear now is my name.

 

And it sounds good.

 

“InuYasha!”

 

Her thighs clench around my head, her inner muscles around my tongue. Her cream tastes different this time as it oozes out of her, but I still it tastes better than anything, this essence that is unique to my wife.

 

Before I know it, she grabs me and pulls me up, and I just about explode when those same juices coat my length. She rubs against me, trying to create more friction, stimulation, preparing herself for penetration.

 

It's fucking sexy.

 

I position myself and I can feel her bracing herself, and I freeze before I take the delicious plunge. She's not the only one that's disappointed.

 

“Inu! What are you waiting for?”

 

“W-what about--?” There's a pause, and god bless her, she knows what I'm trying to say.

 

Her hands trace calming patterns on my back, “You're afraid of hurting the baby?” I only swallow and nod, shaking, poised at her entrance. She lowers her eyes, deep in thought.

 

Hurry up...

 

“The doctor didn't really say anything about it,” she begins, “d-do you think-?” Grim realization dawns on her features and I cry out softly, collapsing onto her warm body.

 

“Oh, please, no...”

 

“I'm so sorry, InuYasha,”

 

“...three fucking weeks...”

 

I hear her sigh, feel the rise and fall of her chest. Her hands continue to trace patterns, and all of a sudden I'm very aware of them, aware of what I can't have for a very, very long time. She pushes softly on me and I'm forced to get up with her. Kagome sits up and looks at what must be a very pathetic expression on my face; “Oh, Inu, come on, do it for the baby.”

 

“...little shit is already getting in the way...”

 

She looks at me sternly, but her eyes soften when her gaze trails lower to the strained, weeping rod between my legs. She licks her lips.

 

“I'll call the doctor.”

 

She gets out from under me and skips over to the phone. I lie there, mesmerized by the way her wide hips move and the way her swollen breasts bounce with each step. Little beeps come from the phone as she pulls the handheld from the receiver and dials her doctor's private after-hours number, walking back towards the couch. She makes me move my legs and sits, sinking into the couch. We wait.

 

Kagome suddenly perks up and I can't help but stare...“Oh, hello?” She smiles at me, “Dr. Akagi, this is Takano Kagome, so sorry for calling you this late...oh, thank you...yes, well, I have a question...no, I'm sorry,” She spares me a glance, “It can't wait until tomorrow...” I watch her lips, the crease in her brow as she explains our situation, “Really?...I understand...yes, I understand, doctor...thank you very much, have a good night.” With the press of a button the phone is hung up, and I wait for the verdict.

 

Please, God, I would really like to screw my wife tonight.

 

Kagome's shoulders slump and all hope whooshes out of me. My hands fly to my face and I bite back a scream.

 

Then I feel her hands on me, trailing up my legs softly. When she touches the tip of my manhood, I jerk away. “InuYasha?” My chest is heaving and she looks confused. I don't blame her.

 

“Don't, Kagome, I'll only want more.” She smiles and now I'm confused.

 

She crawls onto me and the hope creeps back. Her little smile is making me frustrated because she knows something that I don't. Her hands run up and down my chest, her long hair tickles my skin as she leans over to kiss me. She speaks to me, asks the question like she's my mother and I'm her child.

 

“InuYasha, can you be gentle?”

 

I'm on top of her in an instant.

 

It doesn't take long for us to get back into position, it doesn't take long at all for her legs to be around me, my arms to be on either side of her head, my hips inching closer and closer. My erection presses into her, finally, and we both sigh when I'm sheathed inside her tight channel. So warm...

 

“Slow, InuYasha...” I pull out of her with an agonizingly long drag, and creep back in, pushing my instincts back. I'm finally inside my wife and my chest is swelling, her arms are around me, her eyes half closed and staring into mine. My stomach rubs against hers and I'm mindful of our child. Slow, so slow. There's no slapping skin, no squelching or banging headboards, just me and Kagome, breathing deeply, and the sound of our kisses.

 

Such a strange feeling, when she clutches me and orgasms without screaming. I come as well, not at all pressured to last longer. I empty myself into my wife; feel the sticky mixture of us as I pull out a flaccid cock. I look down at myself, drawing out of her core slowly, and watch.

 

When I look back at Kagome, she's already staring at me, her hair stuck to her temples and her cheeks dusted pink and beautiful. My heart swells, and I draw in a deep breath, try to fit as much air in the remaining room. I stare into her eyes, and I can't help it. I say it; give voice to the feeling that's making my chest expand.

 

“I fucking love you, Kagome.”

 

She kisses me, dominates me, and I don't even care. This woman has my pup inside her; she can do whatever she wants. She pulls away, and we're staring at each other again like dumb teenagers.

 

“I know you love me.”

 

I just hope you know how much.

 

 

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A/N: This is really fun to write =) I hope you all enjoyed this sequel of sorts. I may continue posting chapters to this, whenever I may feel like taking a break from my originals and having fun with InuYasha.

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