InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Three Months ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

"Stay," she commanded.

"Fucking bitch."

There was, Kagome realized later, something to be said for keeping one's mouth shut.

She had, at least, successfully made it out of the shower, had, at least, managed to get her towel around herself -a flimsy attempt at modesty, to be sure, but at this point she would take what she could get.

Her roommate had every right to be angry, she reflected. She had, perhaps, gone too far, using the same command one would toward an obedient dog. But, in her defense, she was a little out of sorts today. Not only had she boldly walked into the kitchen wearing next to nothing -something that made her cheeks flush hotly when she thought too long on it- but she had somehow found herself openly lusting after a man -hanyou- that she had to share close quarters with.

And then she had been caught doing it.

So, really, if she was honest with herself, she would have to admit it was her own fault, the position she was in now. If she had just bitten her tongue, if she had just walked out, there wouldn't have been any reason for her roommate to scramble easily out of the tub and nimbly maneuver through the tight space to block the only exit.

Kagome's vision was filled with the breadth of a golden chest, her nose was filled with the scent of wet inu-hanyou; a wild smell, like a loamy wood after a fresh rain. A drop of water caught her attention, and she absently followed it as it made its way lasciviously across the dips and ridges of his flat stomach. It was like a zealot, that droplet, rallying all the others around it to join it in its exploration of lands unknown. It and its compatriots disappeared into the top of his jeans, which, she noticed, were soaking wet. A small puddle had already formed around his bare feet, the denim so saturated that it had become a deep blue, had become heavy. With no belt to help hold them around his narrow hips, they had slipped lower than usual...so low that she could see the patch of white hair that was an extreme contrast to the dark color of the jeans, to the tawny color of his skin, peeking coyly over the hem like a courtesan peeking over the edges of an ornate fan.

Her breath hitched, her lips, suddenly inexplicably dry despite the lingering moisture in the small room, parted as she desperately tried to pull air back into her lungs.

When her eyes snapped up, she became trapped in the scintillating suns staring down at her through drenched strands of white. A slight smile lift the corners of his mouth, grew until the pearl-white, razor-sharp tip of one fang glimmered from underneath his lip.

Good gods, she had forgotten about those fangs...

As though meeting his gaze was the starter pistol signalling the beginning of a race, he suddenly took a step toward her. There hadn't been much room between them to begin with, but now, now he stood so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body reaching out to her, coiling around her like a winsome cat. This close to him, she nearly had to crane her neck back to keep eye contact with him. His ears stood rigidly at attention, like soldiers being dressed down by their sergeant, capturing every minute noise that she made.

And if she took in a deep enough breath, she'd be able to feel that velvety skin against hers again.

Kagome took a step back. The sink did much to hinder her retreat, like an ally that had just switched sides in the middle of a battle. The edge of the counter dug into the backs of her thighs, but she wasn't sure where else she could go.

Her eyes flickered toward the bathtub. No, that wouldn't help. She already knew the kinds of things that could go wrong in the shower.

He had her pinned now, anyway. He still wasn't touching her. He didn't have to. Because, just by looking into his eyes, Kagome knew he knew that she was quite aware of how fast he could move, and that escape was as likely as a criminal, already strapped to the electric chair, being set free. She vaguely wondered what he would do if she just told him to leave her alone. Because she had a feeling she knew what he had in mind -it wasn't really hard to figure out, didn't take a freaking psychic, was easier than hearing thunder and predicting rain- and he hadn't left her with a lot of options.

In fact, he left her with exactly two.

She could always just surrender to the inevitable, let herself be pushed onto a ride she was already next in line for. Except, while Kagome wasn't the domineering sort, rolling over and just letting him have his way grated against a nerve she didn't even really know existed in her.

And she wasn't even going to kid herself anymore. She wanted it. More precisely, wanted him. If asked, she wouldn't bother to lie. All the posturing, the sexy smirks, the bared flesh and low-slung pants, they had all done exactly what they were meant to do. And, since she was being perfectly honest with herself, she had to admit that he probably wouldn't have had to do any of that to get her in this position.

How sweet, though, that he had put so much effort into it.

So.

She didn't even think about it. That was the key. Because if she thought about it, she'd lose her nerve and wind up being just another ravished damsel lost in the crowd. Since it would happen one way or another, she figured it should, at the very least, happen on her terms.

Kagome reached up, fingers wrapping around the two long chunks of hair at either side of his face, and jerked him toward her.

There was just enough time to see his golden eyes widen, just enough time for a surprised grunt to work its way out of his throat before his mouth crashed against hers.

It wasn't the best kiss, wasn't earth-shattering or electrifying. It was too full of astonishment on both ends to be pleasurable, at too uncomfortable an angle to be satisfying. It was awkward -preteen at her first dance awkward, having to form complete sentences around your secret crush awkward...first kiss awkward.

But there was something in the way he went completely still, something in the way he let her, for a moment, explore lips as smooth and soft as silk before he took control that made it provocative.

His hands came down on the counter to either side of her, sealing her in with the finality of a cage door closing. But Kagome found, as his mouth moved gently over hers, as his hand curled around the nape of her neck, refusing to let her move, refusing to release her for a breath, making her inhale sharply through her nose, that she wasn't really interested on going anywhere.

She whimpered softly as the hard edge of the counter bit deeper into the flesh of her thighs. But he was relentless, molding his hard, lean body against hers so that her breasts crushed against his chest, and the only real choice he left her with was to slide up onto the sink.

And then her knees were in the way, so what else could she do but part her legs as he was parting her lips and let him settle between them?

She was still in his mouth, she could taste it as he slid his tongue against hers, a curious combination of him and her that made her a little more bold, made her tentative caresses against his tongue more aggressive. Her fingers released their grip on his hair and her hands grasped his face as she opened her mouth wider, trying to taste as much of herself mixed with him as she could. She felt the way he hesitated for a heart beat, felt the way he went completely still again, as though every time she took the initiative, she surprised him, like introducing a new hypothesis for a theorem he already thought of as airtight.

Her current position, though, was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The porcelain was cold against her hotly flushed skin where the towel rode up, her butt was halfway in the sink, and she was pretty sure that was the faucet digging uncomfortably into the small of her back. She reached behind her, trying to relieve the unwelcome thrust of hardware into her. Her roommate gave an annoyed growl against her lips as she shifted, but she ignored him, her hand pushing against the first thing it landed on so she could slide forward slightly.

Water, seemingly thawed from a glacier, erupted from the tap, immediately soaking into the towel and running over her backside. Her eyes shot open and her muted scream crammed itself into his mouth. She thrust her whole body forward in an effort to get away from it, throwing herself forcefully into the hard body in front of her.

Inuyasha's arms clamped around her, pulling her against himself, and he took a step back to correct his balance.

Even his mighty hanyou reflexes couldn't compensate for so much thrown at him at fucking once, though. The violence of her movements, combined with the fact that his foot landed in the slippery puddle that had raced unchecked across the floor, like a greyhound released from the gates, since being liberated from the shampoo bottle, turned everything into a goddamn slapstick comedy. He skidded backward for less than a heart beat with just enough time to tighten his arms around her and close his eyes before gravity seized firm control of the situation.

Really, though, Inuyasha couldn't have planned it any better himself.

While the bed, the couch, or various other furnishings would have suited him just fine, he found that the floor of the bathroom was just as good of an alternative. His roommate was crushed against him, her face buried in his neck, her small hands clutching at his shoulders.

And her breath fanned hotly against his jaw as she murmured, "Is it over?"

The chuckle slipped through his lips, like a wily fox, before he was even aware that it had formed in his throat.

Inuyasha felt her tense slightly before her hands pressed into his chest, giving herself leverage to push herself upright, and he reluctantly loosened his hold on her. An annoyed frown touched the corners of his mouth as she sat up. Her towel, part of some sort of divine miracle that had refrained from embracing either of them in its benevolence, was still tucked tightly around her.

Go fucking figure.

It was okay, though, because the beauty of the whole situation was that, when she sat up, her legs really had no place to go except to either side of his hips. And the towel...well, the towel was really only there to give her a false sense of modesty -they both knew it. It slipped up her thighs, licentiously exposing creamy skin, skipping gleefully past suggestive and straight to erotic.

He could tell the exact instant she became aware of their compromising position. A dark blush burnt its way into her cheeks, flushed down her neck. She looked everywhere but him -her hands, the floor...the door, still wide open, quietly beckoning her with its sweet promise of escape.

Inuyasha felt her legs tense, felt her weight shift ever so slightly as her eyes flashed quick mental calculations. How fast could she untangle herself from him? How much had the, not one, but two falls affected his reflexes? If a equaled the distance from her current position to the door, and b equaled the rate at which she could get herself into motion, then a divided by b should equal c -the time it would take her to get out of the bathroom.

Except Inuyasha rather liked being that pesky x, that unknown variable in the equation that gave mathematicians everywhere that straitjacket feeling with the controlled chaos it could cause.

He sat up quickly, catching her as she tumbled backwards. Her eyes widened, leaving the door to stare at him, her hands clutching at his shoulders, and her lips, slightly swollen from the fervent attention he had been paying them, parted in a small "oh" of surprise.

It took a little maneuvering, and just a touch of luck, but Inuyasha managed to get his feet underneath himself as gracefully as possible without letting her go. In another one of those heady moments of seemingly uncharacteristic boldness, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, sealed her mouth tightly over his as though he was a rebreather and she was desperate for air.

"Water," she murmured against his lips.

He suppressed the irritation at having to take any time to do anything that didn't immediately take him closer to his goal. But the water was still gushing into the sink, so he leaned over and twisted the knob, so violently that it almost broke off in his hand.

Because her lips had travelled away from his, like a race car swerving off course, and were gently moving along his jaw, touching every inch of the skin on his neck that they could reach before he recaptured them. At least the shampoo didn't cause him as many problems this time around, though he did slip through it on his way to the door. Her giggle danced into his mouth and he forced it back with a reprimanding growl.

He pushed his way into her room because it was the closest. Hoping there wasn't anything on the floor to send him sprawling across it once again, he made his way carefully to the unmade bed like a blind man without his cane.

The sheet, dripping from the edge and onto the floor, coiled like a snake ready to strike, tangled around his feet as he shuffled forward. His curses elicited a soft laugh from his roommate as he shook the offensive material off, and he deposited her on the bed as soon as he felt the piece of furniture hit his knees. She bounced a few times, wet hair obscuring her face before she pushed the raven strands away to glare up at him.

"You didn't have to-"

He swallowed whatever she was going to say as he bent down to press his lips against hers again, as he pressed his body into hers, forcing her back onto the bed. He ran a hand up the length of her thigh, pushing the towel up around her hips, letting his fingers travel upward, under the blue material, letting his claws scratch gently over the soft skin of her belly. His left ear flicked forward to catch the soft sigh that breathed past her lips as his hand continued on its upward trajectory, as it ran between her breasts.

The towel -finally- fell apart and she lifted her hips slightly, tugging it quickly from underneath her before tossing it over the side of the bed. Her arms went around him, her legs opened in a silent invitation that he was damned if he would refuse. He took his time licking and biting at her lower lip, loving the sounds that came from her, only pulling back when she squirmed underneath him.

"Your pants," she muttered, pushing his hips away from her.

Inuyasha looked down. Finding nothing amiss, he frowned back up at her. "What's wrong with my pants?" he asked.

"Well, first of all, they're wet and freakin' cold." She smiled up at him. Her clever little fingers tickled over the soft skin of his lower abdomen making him suck in a sharp breath. "And secondly...they're still on."

He smirked down at her. "That's your problem."

Kagome's fingers, seemingly with minds of their own, reached eagerly for the button of his jeans. She struggled with it for a minute, her eyes narrowing as it became clear this wasn't a one hand job. The wet material around the button had constricted around it, like a child's fist unwilling to let go of a favorite toy. She bit her lip, trying to ignore what he was doing to her -the way his teeth nipped at her neck before he ran the tip of his tongue over the lightly ravished flesh, the way his lips were brushing over her collarbone, working their way ever lower- trying to focus on getting his damn pants off.

"Crap," she muttered.

His laughter brushed over the tops of her breasts.

The zipper was much easier.

He shimmied out of his jeans, his mouth never leaving her skin. When he finally settled against her again, his lips closed over her nipple.

And his hips pushed against hers, lightly, just enough that she could feel his hardened length sliding between her wet folds. Kagome gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"Do it," she whispered, huskily.

He glanced up at her and she thought she saw uncertainty in his eyes. "We don't-"

She dug her nails into his skin, relieving the pressure when he winced slightly. "Do it," she repeated. "Quickly."

She figured it was kind of like a Band-Aid -it was better to just get it over with than prolong the ordeal by doing it slowly.

The pain was like a clever thief, stealing the air from her lungs, robbing her of the pleasure she had been experiencing, and she squeezed her eyes shut. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be, but it sure as hell wasn't bells and fireworks either.

"Inuyasha."

He froze, every muscle in his body suddenly immobile. Because, while the sound of his name passing from her lips made him nearly crazy with desire, the slight tremor between the syllables concerned him.

Her fingers dug into his hips and a tear sparkled its way down her temple. That single drop of moisture was almost enough to make him pull out, pull away. Fuck, he didn't want to hurt her.

"Just...a minute," she murmured. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, a wry smile touching her lips and confusing the hell out of him. What the fuck was funny about this? "I think it's because your so...big."

He blinked owlishly down at her.

And then his chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrated against her breasts. He leaned down to nuzzle his mouth against her neck.

The movement pressed a small, unwilling gasp from her because it shifted him, every so slightly, against her, within her. And, instead of pain, there was a sort of molten spark that shot straight down to her toes before it disappeared. Kagome pushed her hips up experimentally, hoping to get the same result. Inuyasha had gone still on top of her again, patiently waiting. But she felt his breath come out as a sharp puff against her neck when she pushed her hips up and pulled his down with her hands.

He let her set their beginning rhythm, as patient as a teacher with a new student. Kagome closed her eyes, feeling the way he slid in and out of her. Every once in awhile, he would thrust in, quickly, unexpectedly, pushing loud moans from the back of her throat.

Because it was...it was...she didn't even think she had the words to explain it. It was recherché -No, it was more than that. It made her fingers dig into the flesh of his back, made her legs fall wider apart in an attempt to allow him deeper. It made a thin sheet of sweat break out over both of them, allowing their bodies to glide frictionlessly against each other.

And his lips continued to work over her skin, creating small bursts of pleasure everywhere they touched; small bursts that flowed like thin streams of lava to conjoin where he was thrusting, faster, harder, into her.

And with every stroke, the feeling intensified, grew until she was arching into him, her fingers biting deeply into his skin, and she cried out -his name, an inarticulate sound, she wasn't sure.

Inuyasha's orgasm blindsided him, sweeping all the air from his lungs, making him squeeze his eyes tightly together with the force of it. Every muscle in his body tensed and he felt himself throbbing once, twice, three times in the wet heat that had tightly constricted around him.

He couldn't hold himself up any longer because his arms felt like they had been sapped of all their strength. He settled himself gently on top of her, not wanting to crush her, and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"Fuck."

A breathy laugh skimmed over the top of his shoulder. She was holding him to herself and her fingers were drawing lazy patterns over his back. He lifted his head slightly, brushing his lips over hers. When he pulled his head back, she smiled serenely up at him, and Inuyasha felt something catch in his chest.

With a sigh -because he was more than happy to fall asleep where he was, buried inside her- he pulled away and settled next to her. He immediately gathered her in his arms, slid a leg over and through hers.

"You okay?" he asked. His breath ruffled the hair around her ear.

Kagome nodded, her cheek brushing back and forth over the velvety skin of his chest. She could feel a few places where he had scratched her, she was sure to have bruises along the insides of her thighs within the hour, and would probably feel like she was bowlegged the next day.

But it had been worth it.

Well worth it.

She snuggled a little closer to him, reached up to snake her hand around his neck, letting her fingers languidly flirt with the ends of his hair.

"I can't believe it took you three months to make a move."

Inuyasha's eyes popped open and he jerked his chin down, angled his neck uncomfortably to look at her. Her lips, rose petal red from his less than gentle ministrations, were curved up in a small grin.

His chuckle was little more than breath passing from his lips. He pulled Kagome closer, liking the way she felt nestled against him.

"Yeah...me either."

 

~End~

 

 

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this one out guys (and it doubly sucks because it's the end, I know). I had a fit of nerves when writing this chapter. I would continue this, but this is where it stopped in my head.

I was a little surprised by how much this was liked (pleasantly so). I just want to say thanks for the reviews and the encouraging words from everyone!

 

Wowzer313: Thank you so much! I was hoping that I wasn't going completely overboard with the descriptions. I'm really surprised at how much people have liked the detail in this story. And I'm glad you like how the last two chapters were split -although, writing from a guy's perspective, never mind a guy who's supposed to be part demon, is a little tough for me since I'm neither of those >_<

inuyashaluverchicka: Now I'm the one who's speechless! I'm so glad you've enjoyed the story so far.

angelbabe17: Wow, I never thought this would be inspiring! Thank you! I hope you got some rest and were able to write!

fudge: "Great" and "amazing" were two words that were totally unexpected, but I'm flattered that you thought so!

Hollywood1: Yeah, it was kind of cold (I'm glad you thought it was funny, too), but I was trying to keep Kags in character at least a little. Besides, if she had just jumped in bed with him, there wouldn't have been a chapter 3. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Totally Kawaii: Well, at the very least, I hope it wasn't a favorite stuffed animal. Sorry this update took so long -I got a little nervous about this chapter.

sweetkijo: *laughs* Yeah, I'd probably fall over dead, too. Blushing? Really? That's great! >_< Thanks!

youkaineko: I can handle not causing complete meltage to your brain again with chapter 2 (that sounded serious anyway >_<) because, while "wow" rocks, I would hate to be the cause of making someone catatonic >_< This actually started as an exercise and then just sort of grew a life of its own. The first two chapters were written in a little less than two days (had to work some kinks out in chapter 2...er, work some problems out...o_O), so it's all pretty raw and unedited -they're pretty rough around the edges and less fluid than I would like them to be.

inuy21: Thanks! Yeah, this sort of got out of hand o_O The one-shot idea went out the window as soon as I got to the end of chapter 1 -there was no way I could leave it like that!