InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Tell the Truth ❯ Vindicated ( Chapter 4 )

To Tell the Truth

 

An Inu Yasha fanfiction, By Serenanna

 

Part 4 - Vindicated

 

Warnings and Disclaimers: I don't own Inu Yasha or any of the characters. I'm just borrowing them to play with. I'll return them later after, promise. There is adult content and sexual situations in this story. So, if you're under 18, leave now before your virgin eyes are scarred forever, if you're over 18, enjoy! I do plan to get overly romantic and dramatic before getting to the good stuff so it's gonna be a long story. If you wanna get right to the goods and not enjoy the ride, please, go find another fic? Any modern songs used in this fic are not mine, I'm borrowing them because it amuses me to do so. Additionally, I had to lubricate the fabrication of this extended lemon scene with a potent cup of Irish coffee to get the right feeling since I'm trying to make the chapter long and realistic without the doing the proper research. ::coughs:: The things I do for my craft. Here's hoping I haven't lost my touch. Oh and from here on out, there's a lot of lemons. Read the above disclaimers, again, if you don't believe me.

 

Story Notes: This story takes place when our intrepid adventurers are still searching for the shards of the Shikon Jewel and battling Naraku, but at no specific time. This story is not meant to mess into the rest of the series, taking place as if it never happened. It is fan-fiction after all. At this point I do not plan any sequels once this is finished, so please, don't ask? I am working under the assumption that these characters are semi-real people with hearts in their chests and heads on their shoulders, so it will be more realistic than most fanfics when it comes to actual reactions. If I wanted to write completely canon and to character, I'd just summarize the series, but you don't wanna read that do you? To this end, I am working under the assumption that Kagome is not used to the feudal era since it isn't her time, and vice versa. I'm also going under the assumption that they're idiots sometimes like everyone else, but not complete idiots. I'd summarize part one, two, and three, but if you didn't read them then why are you reading part four?

 

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Kagome

 

I could still hear the gentle patter of drizzle on the roof and windows of my room that morning. Groaning, I rolled over and tried to cover my face with a pillow. I so did not want to go to school in the rain. I didn't even wanna leave this bed to meet my friends later. It was getting easier to miss school now that I wasn't going everyday, why should I try to get my attendance record back on track now? But then I pictured my mother's face yelling at me to go to school and that was enough to prompt me to sit up finally. The sun shown through the window, barely, giving my room a dull gray cast that wasn't much of an improvement from the darkness. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up enough to get dressed and get ready for the day. It wasn't until I finally managed to see straight that I noticed something small and black fly up and hit my window with a clink. I blinked, not quite believing it or knowing what it was till another one hit the window.

 

Who in the world was throwing rocks at my window at this hour?

 

I sprung out of bed, putting on my slippers and snagging a plush robe from my closet. In the back of my head, I started praying that it wasn't who I thought it was. I thought he would have gotten my note? Looking at the window with dread as my heart dropped into my stomach, I suddenly didn't have the nerve to open it. But then another rock hit my window, this one bigger and louder than the others, and I snapped. It had to be Inu Yasha. No one else was that impatient. I told him not to follow me! This time I was going to `sit' him so many times that he'd be a pancake on the temple grounds the whole day if I didn't kill him first. Yanking at the sliding window, I shoved it open and stuck my head out, ready to yell at him and piss off our neighbors.

 

Anything I would have screamed at him died on my lips at the sight in the courtyard of my home. Inu Yasha was there alright, standing in the biggest puddle in the yard, soaked to the bone as his normally terribly knotted mane of silver hair stuck to his red robe, leaving his ears looking bigger and sadder as they drooped. And if that didn't make him look any more pitiful, he was carrying an armful of purple wildflowers.

 

Purple wildflowers, irises.

 

I just about melted right then and there till I remembered why I was angry with him in the first place. He was trying to woo me again. Did Miroku put him up to this after the disaster that was yesterday? The drizzle was quickly dissolving into a fine, misty morning, but I wished it was a storm again to reflect my mood. I glared at him, about to yell at him on how this was not going to work in favor . . . and then I actually looked down that the door to my house as he walked forward. My voice died before I could actually say anything, staring at what he'd done in disbelieve.

 

That wonderful idiot had filled the steps to my house with more purple wildflowers, hordes of them, and almost all irises, a sea of so much purple that I could have laid down in them. He must have picked every purple wildflower in the entire city or raised a florist. I couldn't believe it. And he did it for me . . . Miroku must have been giving him very good advice. How in the world did he know I liked purple irises too? I didn't think I told him that. I pulled myself away from the window and collapsed in the chair at my desk, trying to keep myself from going to pieces entirely. Oh god, oh god, oh god . . . how was I suppose to take this? “Kagome?” I heard him yell up.

 

Panicking, I stood up and slammed the window shut before he got the idea to jump up here. I didn't have time for this. I had school in less than an hour and I was still in my blue pajamas with the yellow stars, and fuzzy bear slippers. But . . . I still looked out the window at him, my stomach twisting in knots as he frowned then looked up at me through the glass. “I know you can hear me, so I'll just say it anyway! I love you, Kagome! I meant it as much yesterday as I do right now, and all your babbling isn't going to make me change my mind, not this time! So you might as well get used to it!” Inu Yasha said with such a happy laugh as he fell backwards in the puddle with a loud splash that I started to wonder if he was insane or drunk, as if it was possible for him to be any wetter, “I saw that look on your face when you saw the flowers! You like them, don't deny it! Well, they're really all for you! I picked them and brought them through the well an armful at a time! Your time really sucks for trying to find flowers! And I stood out here all night in the rain throwing rocks at your window so you'd see them when you woke up! Let me in? Please?!”

 

I laughed, banging my head against the glass as I groaned. Inu Yasha . . . this was so typical of him, but . . . I was starting to love it. I was torn between letting him in or not still. He seemed so honest, but was he really sincere? He wouldn't know sincerity unless it came up and pounded him into the dirt. And he was making me late. “Kagome!?” the half-demon yelled again, “I'm not going anywhere! I'll follow you to this school if I have!”

 

Damn, he was a persistent asshole when he wanted to be.

 

And if he kept yelling, he'd wake up the whole neighborhood. I shuffled back from the window, trying not to curse to myself. Just make it fast, let him clean up while I got ready for school, then I could shoo him back down the well, and just make it to class on time. I had just back reached the door when I heard pacing on the other side. He must have moved. Suddenly, I didn't opening it. After all my thoughts yesterday about being strong, I was suddenly afraid of my dreams coming true or revering back to my nightmares. I had trusted Inu Yasha and what he wanted up until now, could I trust him still? I found my heart answering that question for me as I slowly slid open the latches and the bolt, opening the door a crack before I backed away. I heard the pacing stop as I moved to lean against the wall. Slowly the door opened and he stepped inside, his golden eyes on mine as he smiled. It was the gentlest expression I'd ever seen on Inu Yasha's face save when he was sleeping, and it unnerved me as the knot in my stomach tightened. He placed the armful of irises on the side table by the door and crept inside, closing the door softly behind him. He even wiped his feet. He must have been trying hard to get back on my good side.

 

I wasn't about to let him off the hook for being cute, even if he was being very, very cute.

 

“I told you not to follow me,” I said, sounding pissed off as I crossed my arms over my chest, “You should get cleaned up, dried off, then head home, the last thing I need on my conscious right now you getting a cold because of me.”

 

Inu Yasha grinned and I knew he wasn't buying it that I was really angry. “And you're making me late for school too, stop grinning at me like that, I don't have time for it right now,” I said, trying to keep it together till I sounded like I was going to either laugh, cry, or fly into a rage at any moment even if the angry façade was crumbling quickly, “The one time I might make it to school for two days in a row, and you have to-Ah! Inu Yasha!”

 

I had turned away to go back up stairs when he grabbed me and practically threw me over his shoulder. His arms cradled my hips and legs, for a brief moment it felt like he was feeling me, but then his grip tightened as he took me up the stairs. “Put me down!” I yelled, recovering from the shock, “Or I'll pound you into the middle of next week! All it takes is one word!”

 

“And that word would sit us both, I dare you to used it! It might solve all our problems if you stayed pinned under me long enough to listen,” He growled as I went bright red. Damn him, I never should have opened that stinking door, and here I thought he'd be all sweet and romantic with the flowers. Once he'd reached the top of the steps, he carried me into my room, putting me down on the bed as I started to panic, popping back up to my feet as the half-demon moved to bar my door, actually figuring out the loch as he twisted it. “Inu Yasha! I have to go to school!” I yelled at him, probably looking ridiculous in my pajama, robe, and bear slippers.

 

He looked at me with something predatory replacing the gentleness in his golden eyes, still grinning like there was no tomorrow, and I got even more worried. I was one beat away from telling him to sit now that I was back on the ground, but he cut me off, “Neither of us are going anywhere till I say and few things, and you listen well, then you can decide if you're going to `school' today or not.”

 

Inu Yasha looked at me seriously, the grin turning around into a near frown, and I sat back down again on the bed. I could only imagine what he wanted to talk to me about, probably back to yesterday. This wasn't how I'd expected this to go when I saw him again after what happened, but . . . The half demon peeled out of his robe, throwing the sopping wet garment on the floor followed by Tetsusaiga still in its sheath. He was dripping rainwater everywhere, annoying me with his slowness to get to talking so I could get going, even if I felt sorry that I was the reason he got soaked in the first place. Looking relieved to be out of some of the wet fabric, Inu Yasha turned back to me, looking at my eyes a moment then concentrating on my hardwood floors the next. He seemed to be looking for words as his ears picked up, glancing at me now and then. “Fuck it,” he muttered as I tried to keep from grinning at his cursing, “You heard what I said outside right?”

 

I nodded, looking down at the floor myself now as I tried not to blush. How could I forget? He practically announced that he loved me to the whole block around the temple. Inu Yasha continued, starting to pace back and forth in front of my bed, “I know you've asked a lot of me yesterday, well, I thought a lot about it too, some of what you said was right, and some of what you said was . . . inaccurate.”

 

I arched my eyebrows, teasing him, “Inaccurate? That's an awfully big, but gentle, word for you to use, can't you just tell me I'm wrong?”

 

Inu Yasha stopped his paced, and turned to grin at me before it turned into an amused smirk, “You're making this hard on me to get out you know.”

 

“Then get on with it so I can go to school!” I yelled at him, springing to my feet again.

 

“Fine!” he yelled and grabbed me as I gasped. His arms wrapped over my waist and back, pinned to his chest as I struggled. Before I could think to scream at the half-demon, his mouth was over mine in a kiss. Something in Inu Yasha's lips made me stop fighting him for once, still and surrendering as he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as he gripped my robe till I was pressed against him completely. The kiss turned from gentle and sudden to more desperate as I felt his hand on the back of my neck, his lips searching for something in me. If he was stealing anything from me it was my strength and my breath as my knees weakened. It took all I could summon to pull my lips away from him, confused again like yesterday as I start to collapse to sit on the bed. Inu Yasha had other ideas though as he panted down my neck, his arms like vices keeping on my feet. “Don't you get it yet, Kagome?” he said, breathless himself, “I love you, you shouldn't be afraid any more since I've made my choice and it's you, just you.”

 

“You really mean that?” I asked my knees growing weaker by the second.

 

“I wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I?” he said as I smiled, my face in his shoulder as I listened, “You were wrong to feel threatened by Kikiyo, just as I was wrong to think I could save her again when I'd failed the first time, who am I kidding? I can't even save myself sometimes, and neither her, nor you ever needed saving, you're so much stronger than me, in the way you've always believed in me, I . . . realized that's what I love most about you, your capacity to be with me always, you've never given up on me no matter what, and I don't want to give up on you either, I care for you too much . . . I'm sorry for what I put you through yesterday trying to realize this, I'm sorry for everything, Kagome, I know I'm difficult, and I don't understand you sometimes, and you may not love me anymore after what happened, but I just . . . wanted to tell the truth, that I really do love you . . .”

 

Somewhere deep in my heart, all the cracks that had shattered yesterday started to melt and mend. I was finally convinced, and it showed on my face even if he couldn't see it as I buried my face in his soaking wet under-robe. My arms shot up to tighten around Inu Yasha's neck, pulling him down for another kiss as I stood on my toes. He seemed surprised, murmuring into my mouth till his mind caught up enough to respond. While the last two kisses I'd been too paralyzed by fear and surprise to do much else but enjoy it, this time I fought back, crushing my lips against his with bruising force while forcing my tongue into his mouth. The half-demon responded in kind, his hands tugging on my robe to feel underneath. My hand tangled in his wet hair, the silver locks like silk between my fingers as his skin smelled of water, grass, and my favorite wildflowers whenever his hands got near. I pulled back a moment to breathe, smiling and looking at Inu Yasha's perplexed face with half-lidded eyes till I attacked him again, a heated mix of love and lust traveling through my blood. He seemed to enjoy it all till one of my hands brushed along the outside edge of his dog ears, causing to pull away quicker than if my hand was a burning as he yelped, “Ahhhh, Kagome! No touching the ears!”

 

I pouted. After so long of wanting to pet and tweak those ears of his, Inu Yasha was shooting me down quick enough. “Why not?” I asked as I reached up to pet along the back edge as he ducked, getting his hair instead.

 

“Because they're sensitive . . . just don't do that unless you mean it,” he muttered, looking at me seriously as tried not to pout. I wasn't about to argue with him Something in his golden eyes was curious and confused as I blinked. Now what was he thinking? “So . . .” Inu Yasha started to ask, his arms still holding me close even if their grip was loosened, “This kissing means you love me too, right?”

 

“I suppose it does,” I said with a giggle in my voice, kissing the corner of his mouth.

 

“So . . .?”

 

“What?”

 

“Say it.”

 

“Say what?” I teased, playing dumb as I kissed him again. For a moment, I thought I heard him groan into the kiss till he pulled away, looking at me sternly, “I've admitted it enough already, so say it or you're never leaving this room.”

 

Inu Yasha seemed to regret those words as he winced, the unintentional innuendo making me grin. I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning entirely too much, my mind wandering back to the lake yesterday and what he looked like under all these clothes. I couldn't help thinking about it, forgetting about school, my friends, my family, Sango, Miroku, Shippo, everything, except Inu Yasha and that he'd just threatened to never let me go till I admitted I loved him. It was a statement that could be taken in entirely too many ways, and I was thinking in the worst of ways. I wasn't as innocent as everyone assumed by looking at me. Even Inu Yasha must have assumed I was completely innocent and pure minded, at least before yesterday. My lips twitched into a smirk as I pressed slightly against him, my hands brushing the back of his neck. “If I admit to it, will you still let me go to school? Or will you force a confession from me?” I asked softly into one of his ears, the tip of my nose brushing the end if it as he shuddered.

 

He growled lowly and pushed me away from him completely, holding me back at arm's length. Inu Yasha then looked at me seriously again, a slight scowl on his face, “Kagome . . .”

 

I sobered up as soon as he said my name, sighing softly as I tilted my head to rub my cheek against his the back of hand. As giddy as I was that this had all come true, he was right in some respects. It was about time I did fess up or at least calmed him down. I smiled, and gently reached out to touch his cheek. The half-demon relaxed, letting me curl up against his chest with his own sigh. “I love you, Inu Yasha,” I said as a peaceful smile finally spread across my face, looking up in his eyes, “Even after the disaster that was yesterday, I probably would have always loved you no matter what you said, I'm sorry for not believing you'd come to your senses in the first place.”

 

He grinned and ducked to kiss me, growling again as I giggled. My arms tightened over his neck as the playful, light brushes of his lips turned into something more passionate. I kissed Inu Yasha back hard, pressing into him as I felt a groan reverberate from his throat. The memories of the lake yesterday played back in my head with greater force as my skin flushed to a bright pink. This time I didn't want him to stop kissing me, nearly breathing through my ears till we both had to pull away. Somewhere in the middle of that kiss, the half-demon's hands had dropped from my waist to cup my butt, kneading it between his claws as I quivered under his touch. One look up into Inu Yasha's golden eyes and I knew he felt it too. Neither of us said anything as the quick sound of our breath was enough. I ducked my head to kiss his neck, licking the moisture from his skin, a combination of growing sweat and drying rain. His hand tugged at my robe trying to pull it from my shoulders with no success till he got smarter and threaded his hands underneath the material, digging though my pajamas. I gasped and he took the initiative to kiss me again as I arched my back. Even through the layers of fabric between us, I could feel every muscle I'd seen yesterday and the heat I'd only dreamed about.

 

As soon as I felt Inu Yasha's hands slid down the waistband of my pajama pants, I jumped up to wrap my legs over his hips, moaning as I felt the heat wash over my loins. He grunted, pulling away from my lips, but managed to stay on his feet, stand as solid as a rock even as his arms shuddered. At least that was until my hands found his ears through the mass of wet, silvery hair, playing with them as he groaned louder. I yelped as I felt his legs give way, both of us collapsing onto my bed as I felt my back hit the bedding. Pulling on his ears again, Inu Yasha yelped on top of me in a mix of pleasure and a small amount of pain before devouring my lips, his hips grinding into mine. I could feel him growing and pressing into my folds through the fabric, the heat growing more unbearable by the moment. His hands had left my back to tug up my shirt, gasping as I felt the back of his claws over my stomach. Returning the favor, I dropped my hands reluctantly away from his soft ears to tug at his under-robe, pulling the front out of his hakama before peeling the wet cloth away from his skin. Inu Yasha hissed, letting go of my mouth long enough nip at my neck.

 

He had no idea how long I'd dreamed about this as I ran my hands over his naked chest. Probably more than he'd care to know. My arms wrapped over his neck again and I moaned into his ear, watching as the soft, white-furred appendage twitched as the skin under the short hairs turned bright pink then red. Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out to lick it, curious if it work the same on him as I'd heard from the few girls in school about kissing their boyfriends. I felt Inu Yasha go very still on top of me, his breath very loud and strong in my own ears. He then started to shiver, his voice whining as he seemed to be holding something back as my tongue traced up the outer edge then held the point between my teeth. Flicking my tongue over the very tip of his ear, Inu Yasha finally let out the breath he'd been holding in a long groan, his hips pressed very intimately between my legs. His face had contorted into an expression that was half-way between pleasure and pain, eyes shut tightly as his skin burned bright red. So that was the half-demon's weakness. I was suddenly very possessive over his ears if playing with them kept getting a reaction like that. As soon as my mouth let go of his ear, he peeled himself away from me, starting stand up again before I grabbed him by his shirt to pull him down again, “Where do you think you're going?”

 

I kissed him before he could answer then pulled away, again trying to pull the under-robe off on him as he fought me. “I can't do this, Kagome,” he said, even as he leaned down for another hungry kiss, “Your mother would kill me.”

 

“She's not here.”

 

“Grandfather?”

 

“Visiting friends for the weekend.”

 

“Souta?”

 

“With mother, school field trip,” I said, silencing him again with my lips as I managed to pull the garment half-way down one shoulder. He caught me though, and pushed me back down into the bed, trying to hold me still while untangling my legs from his waist, “Don't you have school?”

 

I arched my eyebrows, “School? Now you're worried about my education? After the amount I've missed to go chasing after the Shikon jewel shards? . . . I can miss another day.”

 

I pulled Inu Yasha down for another kiss, but he turned his head aside, something in his voice wavering, “Still, we can't do this.”

 

“Why not? If you're worried about school or my mother, I swear to God I'm going to knock-!”

 

“It's not that, it just that, well . . .” Inu Yasha trailed off, blushing all the way to the root of his hair, “I don't want to chance siring any brats like me off of you, least of all with Naraku still around.”

 

I flopped back on the bed, no longer struggling to keep him here, “I'm on the pill, you idiot.”

 

“The what?”

 

It was then that I remembered that he'd never encountered birth control in his era. “Birth control pills, medicine, they make it so a woman can't have babies until she stops taking the pills,” I explained, reaching up again to kiss him, but he turned away again.

 

This time I could see the realization in his face, peeved about something. I almost swore he looked like he was jealous. “Why the hell are on those things?! Is there someone you're not telling me-Ow! Ow, ow, ow, let go!” Inu Yasha yelped as I pinched his ear, tugging on it before he flew off the handle.

 

He must have really loved me if he was getting possessive already. I smiled at him, letting him go then giggling as he rubbed his sore ear, “I'm on them because then control my, err, flow, and before you ask, no, I haven't been with anyone before, just you, that is, if you still want to continue.”

 

“But you kiss like . . .”

 

“Like I've done it before?” I finished the sentence for him, trying not to grin. Inu Yasha blushes brighter red, and I couldn't keep myself from giggling. He grumbled, still trying to untangle himself from me as I interrupted him, “Wait, please?”

 

He stopped, but there was something still scared in his gold eyes and it was warring with something else, something wild. I was starting to get scared too, even if part of me burned for what I saw in his eyes. Maybe he was right through, how much of me would be consume? Inu Yasha was as dangerous as he was handsome, neither of us knew what we were doing to begin with . . . but then I started cursing myself for thinking that. This was Inu Yasha on top of me. He was the only man I knew I'd follow to the end of time if I was beside him. If he hurt me, or if it was awful, I wouldn't care because I loved him. I could withstand anything now that he was mine. But, I was nervous still. Who wouldn't be their first time? Inu Yasha must have seen that that nervousness even as I smiled, blushing more as he turned away, unable to look at me. He was troubled alright by something, but by his silence, I could see that is wouldn't be easy to get it out of him. “What is it? Please?” I asked, pleading with him as I raised my hand to touch his cheek.

 

Fear and lust seemed to over take the half-demon as he nuzzled my hand like a giant dog, shivering as much as he groaned in longing. He winced as something painful crossed his face, pushing my hand aside, “I can't do this, not to you . . .”

 

I blinked as he pulled away completely, standing up again before headed towards the window. Where in the world did he think he was going? “Sit!” I yelled as Inu Yasha fell straight to the floor, groaning as he hit the carpet face first.

 

I sat up in the bed, watching as he got up enough to turn towards me and growled, “I can't, ok? I love you, isn't that enough for now? I'm not going to corrupt you like Miroku's done to Sango, you're a priestess, your purity matters above all else, even if it drives me fucking insane that I can't have you like that . . . and even if you want to be touched like that, and even if you act like you're already corrupt, what the hell do they teach in those `schools' of yours?”

 

I knew it! I knew it! He did think I was entirely too innocent! What did I ever do to give him that idea? Hadn't the past couple of minutes making out dispelled the last of my supposed innocence? He certainly did know how to ruin the mood. My face flamed with anger, pulling off one of the bear slippers then throwing it at his head. He caught it mid-air, and glared at me, standing back up again as the spell wore off, “I mean it, Kagome, most priestesses are virgins for a reason! That's why Kikiyo never let me touch her!”

 

Inu Yasha flinched as the words crossed his mouth. I pulled off the other slipper and threw it at him, hard. This time he didn't dare catch it as it smacked him in the face, the noise reverberating in the room, but I didn't stop to see if he'd try to apologize. “Do I look like Kikiyo to you?! You're doing it again! If you're going to keep thinking I'm like her then maybe I was wrong to even let you in!” I yelled, reaching for something else to throw at him, “You're still a liar!”

 

I had a pillow in the grip when he lunged for me, pinning me back down to the bed as I struggled, trying to throw him off. Getting ready to scream at him after all of this, Inu Yasha kissed me while my mouth was wide open, taking me by surprise. It took me a moment to register that he was in fact kissing me as I still wanted to be flipping mad at him. He really was an idiot sometimes. The half-demon finally pulled away, frowning as I fought to pull my wrists out from where he had pinned them. “Calm down,” He said softly, but with enough backbone that I stopped even if I glared daggers at him, “That came out wrong, just think a moment before you get worked up over nothing, you live in a temple, and your grandfather must have told you about the priestesses who had to remain virgins? What if us doing, well, this, affects your growing powers? That is what I meant about . . .”

 

“Of course, I heard about that,” I said, calming down like he said, and thinking, “How do you know taking my virginity will affect anything, huh?”

 

“How do you know that it won't?” Inu Yasha asked and I tried to hold back a frustrated groan. All this back and forth was starting to get to me. I loved him so much, couldn't he see that? But what if he was right? I'd be useless to him then after all our hard work. I wanted to kick something as I shifted under him. The half-demon growled and I stopped moving. Why was he making all the choices in this? He made the choice to end the silence between us by telling me he loved me in the first place. Why couldn't this be my choice? I didn't like lying here passively, letting him tell me no to something we both wanted . . . Inu Yasha finally relaxed now that I'd stopped moving, laying down partially on top of me as his head rested on my chest. His hands let go of my wrists and I moved to wrap my arms around him. In that quiet moment as I ran my fingers through his silver hair, I knew I was right. If I was corrupt already, then my virginity didn't matter. He'd have to accept it whether he liked it or not that I was his, completely, as he was mine. I didn't know if I could do this, but I'd had enough waiting. I'd waited ever since I first knew he cared for me, and I wasn't going to wait a second longer.

 

Swallowing my fears as they sat in a hard lump in my throat, I wiggled under him till my legs over his waist again, getting a confused sound as he tried to wrestle with me again. I gently pulled on Inu Yasha's ears and he yelped, not resisting as I flipped us both over, straddling the half-demon's hips. He tried to fight me off, nearly pushing me off with a shove as I leaned over him. “Sit,” I whispered into his ear and he flattened back onto the bed, growling at me as I sat on his lap, “Growl all you want, I'm not letting you go anywhere.”

 

“Kagome . . . this isn't exactly fair.”

 

“I want this,” I declared as I pulled off my robe, dumping it off the side of the small bed, “We're alone, we're happy, at least till you started fighting me, relatively worry free, neither of this has done this before, but we know the basics or at least I do thanks to my friends who can put Miroku's supposed knowledge of sex to shame, there's no chance I'm going to be baring your heirs because of this, and I'm not letting you up from this bed till I get some form of satisfaction since you've made me miss school, again, what ever else happens afterwards, happens, but I've made my choice.”

 

I lowered my hips to grind against Inu Yasha a moment, earning a grunt then a groan as I noticed the light sheen of sweat on his brow. I could feel the heat still there, and the hard flesh, silently thankful that the rain had made his cloths stick to him. Apparently I wasn't the only one still in the mood from before, “And judging by that, you want it too, so stop fighting me and give me one good reason why not?”

 

“But-!”

 

“You cannot use that excuse again, I'm practically corrupted already, you're not the only one that's touched themselves in this world, and I already said I don't care what happens afterwards . . . so long as I don't lose you,” I said as I touched his cheek, “For once in your life, stop sacrificing your own happiness.”

 

Inu Yasha didn't push my hand away this time, but he didn't say anything either. I could feel his cheek blush under my plam, the fear still in his eyes, conflicting with the other emotions. And then he closed his eyes, breathing deeply as I felt him move with every intake of air. When he opened them again, her looked calmer, the color in them as clear as glass over amber. The half-demon grabbed my wrist then gently slid his hand up my forearm as my skin tingled. “I have no clear idea what I'd be doing, the only formal lessons I got was a highly embarrassing lecture from Myoga . . .” Inu Yasha admitted, his other hand reaching up to massage my neck and to draw me down towards him.

 

He kissed me again and I flattened myself against him, murmuring into his lips as he held me tight against him, pulling away briefly, “Still sure about this?”

 

“This from the man masturbating about me yesterday,” I tease as I went for his ears again, practically scratching behind them till another groan issued from his throat. I guessed the dog demon ears really were sensitive as he came more alive under me, bucking up to meet my hips as his hands drifted lower. He didn't say anything else to my teasing, but the low growl in his voice was enough to know that he wouldn't be fighting or second guessing my choice any longer. Moments later, I was looking up at Inu Yasha from the flat of my back, his mouth on my neck. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the heat radiating out over my skin from my center, as anxious and exhilarated as I felt his hand on my stomach as I was frightened. He lifted the knit fabric as if it was delicate silk, peeling it up till I felt the cold morning air on my breasts. I could hear Inu Yasha curiously murmur in the back of his throat with a slight hungry growl that sent shivers down my skin. His knuckles brushed over the skin and I gasped, my chest tightening with tension. He was being awfully careful not to scratch me with his claws, even if it was frustrating the hell out of me as all he seemed capable of was staring and pawing at my breasts, “I'm not that delicate, you know . . .”

 

“I know . . . seen them before, never really touched them,” Inu Yasha muttered as he worked up the courage to do just that, taking one in the palm of his hand. The more his golden eyes stared, the smaller I felt, practically flat, but . . . he didn't seem to care. I gasped as his fingers found one of my nipples, hardening under his gaze and touch. He gave my breast an experimental squeeze and I moaned, looking away. My skin flushed pink as both of his hands played with them, making me breathe harder. I couldn't resist the urge to arch my back, pressing against his fingers the small amount of cleavage I had. I felt Inu Yasha slide down in the bed, his cheek pillowed by one breast and his hand manipulated the other. Just as I was thinking he had been dumbstruck into inaction for the rest of the day, I felt his tongue dart out to lick one of my nipples. Like a jolt of electricity down my spine, I gasped, loudly, noticing as Inu Yasha's ears perked up. He grinned at me as I felt my breath stop, one that only seemed to widen in my reaction. That animalistic gleam I'd seen in his eyes caught fire and he lowered his head again, licking the hardened peak again. This time he didn't stop as I moaned.

 

I could feel his hand touch my stomach, wiggling as the back of his claws rubbed over my skin. My arms encircled his head, holding him there, but it was not like Inu Yasha needed further encouragement. He had gone from simply licking my breasts like a giant dog to sucking as his hand grew rougher. I was starting to sweat as his hands dropped to grasp the waist of my pajama bottoms roughly sliding them down as I wiggled to help. The half-demon glanced down and I heard him chuckle softly, probably admiring the pale blue pair of panties. Just when I thought I would die of humiliation, blushing bright red, he touched my folds, his sharp nails almost slicing through the thin fabric. I jumped at the suddenness, gasping, my legs closing involuntarily over the invasion. That seemed to encourage Inu Yasha as he rolled half off of me and growled, using his body to wedge my legs open, “I thought you said you've touched yourself before?”

 

“Yes,” I answered, breathless as he kissed my shoulder, “But it's different with you doing it.”

 

“You're not helping me here,” Inu Yasha growled as I groaned. What did he want from me? Written instructions? Growling back at him, I placed my hand on the back of his, manipulating his fingers as he rubbed me, slowly, but firmly. He seemed to get the idea as my hips bucked against the simple-ness of that caress, each moment bringing new sensations running over my skin. The half-demon's hand moved harder and faster as I cried out, moving with him as if he were on top of me. He felt so warm despite how wet he still was, like fire. He stopped when I could feel release beckon me, and I almost wanted to pound him, till I felt his hand slip under the fabric, yelping. For a moment I thought he would scratch my insides as his finger slipped in between the petals, but he seemed to have found what he was doing . . .

 

*********

 

Inu Yasha

 

I had no clue in hell what I was doing as my finger slipped into Kagome, the need for education out the window. This seemed to be what she needed as I could feel her moist walls grip like a vice as I slowly moved the finger in and out of her. It was so tempting to rip our clothes off and take her as she clung to me, moving with me hand, but I couldn't do that to her. My blood screamed at me about my own problems, the ache between my legs dying to be plunged into the warmth my hands were feeling. The girl arched under me, her voice rising along with my confidence. At least she was screaming and passion and nothing else for now. I grunted as her hands played with my ears and hair, nuzzling her chest to muffle the sounds as groaned louder. I don't know how Kagome figured out that I liked my ears tugged on and played with, but she did, and the ache in my loins only got worse because of it.

 

My fingers moved faster and she became more frantic, sweat pouring over her skin along with the honey from her folds. Kagome moaned, and placed her hand over mine again, distracting me as I tried to grab her wrists. She growled at me, something I normally did, muttering an order into my ear, “Move your thumb up or so help me-!“

 

I didn't argue even if I wonder what she was getting at. I moved my thumb up along her folds, finding some immediately hot, pulsing with the flow of her blood in my hands, and soft. As soon as I touched where she wanted it, Kagome twitched, pushing herself into my hands with a ferocity that made me grin in pride. Whatever that little nub was, she liked it when I touched it, a lot, and it was because of me. I kissed her again and tried again, experimenting with each sound she made and each shudder it brought over her body. She was building up to something. I could smell it off of her skin, each scent more intoxicating than the last, all honey, wildflowers, and sweat. And then she screamed my name, coming in my hands as she shuddered. In the moment that I looked in her blue eyes, I knew I'd made the right choice, so much love and passion in them, and it was all for me. Mine. With that fierce pride, I relished in the thought that Kagome was mine, and mine alone.

 

I kissed her deeply, holding her close as the dazed look in her eyes wore off. I wanted to lose myself in her lips ever since I first kissed her yesterday. Kagome murmured into my lips, almost purring, before she pulled back to smile at me, “And you were worried.”

 

“We're not done yet,” I blushed, unable to help it as she went back to licking one of my ears before kissing my cheek and neck. It was getting hot under all those clothes the more she moved against me, tangled together. She tugged on my under-robe, pulling it off and tossing it away, soon followed by the remains of her pajamas and underwear. I couldn't help but stare at Kagome, wanting to touch her as she squirmed under me, her scent still in the air. She kissed down my chest and I groaned, pulling her close to me. Soon enough, her hands found the ties to my hakama, pulling the red knot open before pushing the fabric down my legs. Her glance drifted downward, and I turned red the more her eyes fixated on my loins, even if she blushed as well. A nervous grin crept up my face, followed by the irresistible desire to show off. I lowered down onto one elbow close to Kagome, enough the feel her chest against mine. My other hand went down between my legs to touch myself, groaning into her ear. I nearly lost it in laughter as the girl beneath me went redder than my robes till she bordered on purple. I snorted in chuckles instead, teasing her by rubbing my hand down the shaft till the skin pulled back, “You know you can touch it . . .”

 

“I know that!” Kagome yelled, her eyes glancing up into mine a moment before going right back down, “I just don't know how . . .”

 

Tentatively, she reached down as I rolled and curled up next to her side, hugging her loosely with one arm while the other was still busy playing with myself. Kagome's hand shook enough before she even touched me that I grabbed her wrist to stop her, trembling. I guess she was more nervous than she let on. Blushing more, the girl opened her mouth, probably to apologize, but I cut her off with a kiss. That seemed to relax her enough as the shaking stopped, her voice moaning into my mouth as she pressed against me. I pulled her hand forward and placed it on me, groaning as she blindly wrapped her hand over the shaft. Her eyes glanced down as she pulled away from my lips, the raging blush dying down to a whisper of pink on her skin. Her fingers delicately felt me up, cool against my burning skin as I hissed and nearly cried out before strangling it. She was too gentle even if it made my toes curl in the rush of blood, the teasing fraying my nerves as she lightly traced the vein on the underside to the tip.

 

My hand slid down from her wrist to lace with her fingers as I panted, looking into her eyes, something in them smiling back at me in what I thought was desire. Pulling her close, I moved her hand together with mine, groaning as she seemed to understand. Her grip firmed around me and I gasped, my hand falling away to cling to her and the sheets. She was learning a little too well as my breath turned ragged and louder, sweat beading on my skin. It burned hotter than when I did this on my own, almost unbearable as I struggled to hold it back. Looking at the blue fire burning in Kagome's eyes was enough to know she was delighting in her new power over me. After everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't blame her. I just didn't think that she'd extract her revenge by having me by the balls quite literally as she fondled them. At least it was a more enjoyable way of being controlled than the damned beads. She was making it very difficult to control myself, but I had too. Last thing I wanted was to hurt her, or turn into a useless lump after this build up. I so tempted to let her finish, a release close enough that I groaned each time she rubbed her hand over me, but I couldn't. Grabbing her wrist again, I pulled her hand away as she whined before I cut it off with a kiss.

 

I held Kagome tightly against as I rolled back on top of her. She eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around me, heat of her folds radiating into me as her hips ground into mine. She was very much testing the limit of my control as I burned, wanting nothing more than to plunge into her and lose myself there. She didn't seem to care as her body arched up to press against me, her hands and lips teasing me. I pulled my head up a moment and groaned as a shudder ran down my body. Growling, I returned the favor and kissed her neck as my hands took hold of her breasts and rear, the possessive urge coming back as she moaned my name. But . . . damn it, I didn't want to regret this, especially with all my nagging fears. Priestesses were supposed to be virgins after all, and I vaguely remembered about it hurting their first time, but how painful was it? Could I even hurt her on my own, could I control the instinct that had been growing slowly ever since she touched me? I stopped, the slickness of her center so close that I shuddered, “Kagome . . .”

 

She saw the serious look on my face and frowned, but then stopped as she looked in my eyes, “Inu Yasha . . . there's no turning back now.”

 

“You sure? We can still-“

 

“I'm sure.”

 

“But it's going to hurt.”

 

“Let me worry about that.”

 

“What if it isn't just me? I . . . never was with anyone before, I look a lot bigger than you, and I'm not the most delicate person in the world, I don't wanna hurt you . . .”

 

“And I'm not fine china! God! Stop assuming that I am!” She said, trying to push me off in her anger, “Of all the idiotic times for you to lose your-!”

 

I growled and kissed her, cutting her off as I fumbled to plant the tip of my sex at her opening. Gods, she was so frustrating sometimes in her independence, even if that was part of the appeal. At least neither of us would ever be bored with the other. Her anger only strengthened my resolve as I roughly tried to push in. Kagome moaned then shuddered as she felt me, her legs clamping over my hips as her eyes closed. If she wanted it that badly, I was going to give it to her. I jabbed in, feeling flesh within her rupture then give way, replaced with the tightness and wetness of her walls. I heard her voice whimpered in pain, and all the euphoria I felt dropped into my stomach. Her eyes glazed over with unshed tears and I felt my heart fall out too. Gods, what have I done? I panicked and tried to pull out only to feel those legs I loved tighten over my waist as the fire in her eyes sparked brighter. I had pried them open and was half way out of her when she muttered, “Sit.”

 

Damn her!

 

I went rigid and flat on top of Kagome, growling in anger and a mix of pleasure I couldn't deny as I sunk back into her completely. What was she doing? Torturing me? “Kagome! What in the hell do you think-?!” I started to yell before I felt her folds clamp around me, tighter than before as I turned into putty in her hands with or without the spell of the necklace, “Damn it!”

 

I was holding on by a thread, couldn't she see that? My heart pounded in my chest threatening to burst though as my breath tried to catch up to it. Kagome moaned under me, her hips rolling as I groaned helpless till the spell started to wear off. “You're not leaving me, it's too late now, and I'm fine,” the priestess said as she squirmed under me, “So move before I do it for you.”

 

“I'm sorr-,”

 

“No apologizing, no more panicking, now move,” she ordered in a tone that left no room for arguing. I could almost hear those words again on her lips, and I tried not to cringe. I shook my head, growling, why did she have to pick now to get stubborn? Getting a grip on myself, I did as she asked, pulling out then pushing back into her as I shuddered and groaned. Kagome moaned, her nails digging into my back, and that was all the encouragement I needed to continue. Her hips rolled into mine, more of a hindrance than a help as the building pleasure flowed under my skin. I was trying to be gentle, a concept that annoying flea pounded into me in his embarrassing lecture, but she was making it very hard. She finally picked it up, each move of her hips timing with mine. Kagome clung to me in desperation, her lips on my neck and face, moaning and gasping with each thrust. I could feel her hands on my backside, grabbing a cheek to squeeze, and I groaned, burying my face in her neck and hair as I collapsed to my elbows. I didn't know how much longer I could take of this as she seemed to get tighter and wetter each time I moved within her.

 

Her nails dug into my skin, and I finally snapped, growling as I plowed into her hard. I could feel Kagome gasp breathlessly, her body arching up to meet me, her breast pressed against my chest. Growling, I grabbed her hips and pulled them down into mine, rewarded with a sharp cry of her voice as her head tossed back. I was possessed, wanting to feel and taste every inch of her as she struggled to keep up. Her hands scratched more of my back and rear, but I didn't even notice it, a minor annoyance in comparison to the heat between us. I bit at her neck, a cry filled with pleasure and a touch of pain in her voice, but I didn't care. The possessive urge came back as she gasped my name, my heart clenching in my chest. Kagome was mine, all mine, and mine alone. I didn't want anyone else to see her like this except me. I'd kill any man who touched her in pleasure or in pain. That thought roared in my head as she finally cried out, her voice sounding as if she was drowning as her body shuddered around me. Her walls clamped around me and I followed her, buried deep within her as I felt the world snap. My seed spilt into her as I whispered her name, too breathless to cry out as loud as well.

 

We crashed to the bed as it wore off, panting and sweating, but I wouldn't give it up for the world. Hearing Kagome murmur in pleasure under me did wonders for my pride and ego after the near disasters of yesterday and today. Her arms hugged my neck, snuggling even if I was still buried with in her. I tried not to crush her with my weight, but it was becoming harder not to as I felt tired with each passing second. I finally rolled off of the priestess even as she whined in protest. Kagome turned with me, refusing to let me go. “I love you,” She whispered softly into my ear, and I grinned.

 

“I know . . .” I said, getting a poke in the ribs before I could continue, “I love you, Kagome.”

 

She sighed happily, nuzzling my chest with her face as I hugged her. I was still worried we'd undone something, no matter how right it had felt. It must have shown on my face as she looked up, raising her eyebrows, “You ok?”

 

“Just thinking . . .”

 

“About?”

 

“Nothing too important right now,” I said, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I was worrying over nothing, I had to be. But as normal, I couldn't hide anything from Kagome as she sat up a little, leaving my arms, “No, you're worried over something, if you're regretting this . . .”

 

“No, it's not that . . . I don't think I'm ever going to regret this for a second, but I'm still worried, I need you, now in more ways than one, and now we don't know if. . . .” I tried to say, unable to put my worries into words. Kagome smiled at me, bending over to kiss me, passionately as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand touched the beads at my throat and the skin underneath, and I groaned, pulling away from her lips and hand. I wasn't ready for another round quite yet. Did she even understand what I was trying to get at? She sighed and snuggled up against me, “You're wondering if I can still feel the jewel shards that are in the vial on my desk, next to my chem book?”

 

I blinked and she giggled, “Yes, I can feel them, I still feel the same as before, except a lot happier . . . and a bit sore.”

 

“I'm sorr-.”

 

“Don't even start, Inu Yasha, nothing a soak in the tub won't make better,” she said and I finally let out the breath I'd been holding. Only, it came out more like a yawn. I pulled her against me like a pillow, my cheek on her chest as my grin widened. Tiredness was wearing me down as I closed my eyes. I just needed a nap. “Inu Yasha?” she asked as I opened my eyes again, blinking at her, “Are you ok?”

 

“Tired,” I said, yawning again.

 

“Oh . . . you didn't stay up all night, did you?”

 

I didn't answer, grinning instead. She sighed, turning in the bed till her back faced me. Grumbling, I pulled her against my till my head rested on her shoulder, “I'm sorry, but I was wet, cold, and nervous, I couldn't have slept even if I wanted to.”

 

“It's alright, just don't do it again, ok?”

 

“Does that mean I can wake you up in the middle of the night if we're fighting so we can sort out our differences?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do I get to sleep in your sleeping bag now instead of Shippo?”

 

“Inu Yasha!”

 

“Well? If not, I'm hauling you up into my trees then.”

 

“Fine, but you better behave yourself . . .”

 

“Like this?” I asked, licking her neck as she moaned while I chuckled. She cut me off by jabbing and elbow into my ribs, but I didn't retaliate. I heard her mutter something about missing school, but I was beyond paying attention. The scent of her hair drifted in my nose as I finally closed my eyes, the feeling of her warm body sending me to sleep. So it had all finally happened, and I was glad of it. I could get very used to waking up with Kagome around me. I felt more alive and real than I had in ages, something of substance worth fighting for rather than shades of memories past or ideas like honor. Nothing was ever going to keep me from her again, and to tell the truth, this time, I really meant it.

 

**********

 

To Be Continued in Part 5 of To Tell the Truth, Dearly Beloved . . .

 

Preview:

 

Just when I was about to start putting together a tray to take up to the half-demon, I heard a shuffle on the floor and the creak of the kitchen door. Turning to look, Inu Yasha stood in the doorway, the sheet off my bed wrapped loosely over his waist. He was rubbing his eyes as I poured out the ramen into bowls, padding up next to me with a grin. I blushed, trying not to look as I knew what was under that sheet, and he chuckled. He looked practically perfect for just getting out of bed, almost glowing with something that made him even more appealing. As soon as I put the pot down, he kissed me, softly brushing is lips against mine before pressing on my neck to force my head back as he deepened the kiss. He groaned as I responded back, his hands drifting lower. We'd never get any where today if we kept this up. I pushed him away and he grumbled till I stared him down, “Food.”