InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 8- Fantasies To Scare Your Best Friend With... ( Chapter 8 )

Warning! This chapter contains explicit content.

Yuri content(and other stuff)—Proceed at own risk.

 

 

 

I wondered fleetingly if I would get any sleep.

 

**************************POV shift, 3rd person pov************************

 

Kagome and Momiji listened at the door until they heard Botan close Yura's door behind her. Once they were certain neither was going to hop into bed with them like a scared rabbit the girls giggled quietly and slid into bed.

 

And although Momiji knew she wasn't lesbian it still felt good to have the warmth of another in bed with her. She snuggled closer to Kags and tried to fall asleep very quickly.

 

She had been able to smell Botan's arousal since her friend emerged from the washroom and had to quickly stomp down the girly giggles that threatened to burst her composure.

 

“You sure you're ok with this, Momiji?” Kags soft voice was barely above a whisper, but Miji heard it loud and clear.

 

“If they are happy with each other then yeah, I'm fine. It's just…I don't want either of them hurt if this don't work, ya know? They're both good people though, not like I think one ain't good enough for the other or anything.”

 

Kagome sighed softly next to her bedmate. “You're a good sister, Miji, and a good friend.”

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

 

“So, did you have anything in mind for us to do?”

 

“Yahtzee?” Yura's voice was pitched in the most innocent tones possible while gazing at Botan with what she hoped was a sexy and sultry look. Botan chuckled.

 

“Is that what you wanna call it?”

 

“I don't give a damn what it's called.” Yura said as she slid out of bed, slowly exposing her magenta lingerie to the object of her desire. She purposefully walked to her bedroom door and engaged the lock.

 

Botan turned as Yura stepped past her and seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around her new girlfriend.

 

They wrapped themselves in a passionate kiss, both eager to discover the hidden secrets within the other. Seconds barely had time to pass as Yura gently but firmly grabbed Botan's lower lip in her teeth and tugged it down, allowing their tongues to play.

 

Botan may be human but she was not about to sit back. Threading her finger into Yura's hair Botan slowly pulled them back toward the bed, her other hand running over the sheer material covering Yura's body.

 

They made their way to Yura's bed slowly, never breaking their kiss.

 

Botan's hands undid the satiny ties of Yura's negligee as Yura's nimble fingers rid Botan of her sleepwear. Botan pushed lightly on Yura's shoulders, indicating to the other girl that she wanted her to move back onto the bed.

 

Yura smirked and slid her hands down Botan's arms sensually. She pushed suddenly and Botan fell back onto the bed, bouncing once before coming to rest in the middle of the fluffy standard sized bed.

 

Botan went to sit up and found she couldn't move her hands. But when she looked at her hands there was nothing to see. She looked back at Yura and saw her smirking. Yura was holding a little comb in her hand.

 

“Demon, remember?” Botan shivered lightly, not from fear, it was more like anticipation. With a tiny flick of her wrist, the one holding the comb, Yura had Botan lying spread eagle helplessly on her bed.

 

She climbed over Botan and kissed her soundly, allowing their bodies to press together, the soft warmth making them both moan softly. Yura sat back abruptly and brought her finger to Botan's forehead. With feather light touched her finger followed Botan's face, tracing her brows, nose, lips and chin. She smiled and Botan squirmed lightly under her ministrations.

 

Her lips followed her fingers, kissing and licking her way slowly along Botan's entire body. Hands, arms, feet, legs, Yura determinedly avoided the core of Botan's body until she had no other choice. At the feel of lips on her collarbone Botan resumed squirming. She could feel Yura's legs brushing against her own, she could feel Yura's breasts press into her belly as her lover worked lower.

 

Yura heard Botan's breath catch as she began toying with her breasts. She thought about the things men had done to her that she enjoyed, and things she had never told them to try and couldn't help but experiment on her willing subject. Her lover's modest breasts bounced as she nuzzled them affectionately. Curiously she flicked her tongue out, delighting in the sounds Botan made as her tongue paid thorough attention to first one breast and then the other.

 

Botan's breathing became steadily harsher until she was pulling in ragged pants as Yura's fingers slowly worked between her legs. Yura's curiosity peaked and she sat back on the bed as her fingers gently explored the young woman before her.

 

She'd never had an interest in porn or using a mirror to try to get a better look at what lay between her legs and now that the opportunity presented itself she wasn't about to let it slip away.

 

She found that a woman's most intimate parts were vastly more intriguing than biology textbooks lead one to believe as she let her fingers slid up and down the length of Botan's opening. Being a female herself she knew precisely where to locate the more sensitive parts of her lover's body.

 

Soon Botan's moans became begging. As much as she wanted to let Yura become comfortable her body was screaming, tender exploration had long ago turned to gnawing need, she felt like a tightly coiled spring and didn't know how much more she could take. Not being able to move wasn't helping either.

 

Part of Yura gloried in the pleas of the girl under her. She loved being in control, she was enjoying herself, but she didn't want to cause Botan harm.

 

Yura lowered her head and experimentally flicked Botan's clit with her tongue. A strangled cry was her reward, it made her grin. She bathed the tiny button with attention as her fingers slowly probed into the slickness of her partner's very core.

 

With a choked sob Botan's body writhed against her restraints, her body coating Yura's hand with her slick essence as she came.

 

Yura smirked and went back to her ministrations, inserting a second finger into Botan and picking up the tempo with which she thrust her hand against the girl crying out below her.

 

At some point she let the comb slip from her hand and after one particularly strong orgasm Botan realized she could move. Quickly seizing her chance she reached down and pulled on Yura, getting the other girl off balance. As Yura was puzzling out what happened Botan pulled her all the way up her exhausted body.

 

Botan was faster than Yura had given her credit for and the demon barely had time to register that she was straddling Botan's face before she was assaulted by the talented tongue of the human. She did the only thing she could, she grabbed her headboard and held on.

 

~o~o0o~o~

 

His eyes flickered open in the near blackness and felt the lithe figure in his arms squirm adorably in her sleep. He flexed his hand and ran it lightly over the cloth-covered tummy under his fingertips. A delicate mewl from the girl emboldened him, his hand slid under the material and delighted in the feel of her warm satiny skin.

 

His sensitive nose picked up the scent of the woman before him and his mouth watered. He closed his eyes as he concentrated. She smelled like some creation made of lavender, vanilla, peaches and…marshmallows?

 

His mental image was filled with pastels. Lavender, soft pink, baby blue, flecks of grass colored green and warm sunny yellow. Her scent could make him hear birds chirping happily on a spring morning.

 

When his hand unconsciously dipped below the waistband of her pajama pants the scent changed, became muskier. The pastels vanished, replaced by shadowy blacks and crimson toned reds, the happy chirping was drowned out by the rapid tattoo of a frantic heartbeat.

 

Realizing that his imagination was spiraling out of control he opened his eyes and felt his breath catch. The angel in his arms had turned onto her back and her clothing was gone.

 

Her nails were painted a deep metallic color that reminded him of garnets and rubies. He looked up her legs and noticed she didn't appear fragile. She was slim, but athletic. The dark hair at the apex of her legs was uniformly short, not one strayed past her panty line.

 

Not that he cared, last week they shaved, the month before he had dreamt of a woman who believed in going natural. Humans didn't seem to realize hair helps foster smells. As long as they weren't stinky he didn't care. A memory rose to the surface. An ex, a somewhat homely girl with a pleasing smell. He'd actually had to convince her to stop shaving her bikini line so he didn't have to strain to smell her intoxicating aroma.

 

His eyes drifted up her belly to her breasts. They were larger than he imagined they would be. He wasn't about to complain. When he reached her face he faltered.

 

Usually the girls within his fantasies claimed the faces of the actresses and models he was currently lusting after.

 

This one didn't really have a face.

 

She was an incomplete portrait within the canvas of his mind.

 

She had wavy hair that was darker than midnight. And her eyes were a steely blue, large, and pointed up at the ends, making it impossible for her to look too sad. The look she gave him was quietly happy and sultry together. But the rest of her face was missing. Ears, lips, cheek bones, all gone. Or rather never there. There was a slit in her face where a mouth should be and he swore if she had lips she would be pouting. She was reaching for him demurely.

 

He got the message.

 

He covered her body with his own, delighting in the feel of the warmth beneath him. Her hands found their way to his hips and pulled him to her, teasing herself as his erection brushed against her.

 

He looked up, noticed her eyes were gone, and focused on the area where her mouth should be and slowly realized he was looking at deliciously plump lips.

 

They were moving.

 

He shook himself slightly and focused on the sounds coming from the lips he couldn't tear his eyes from.

 

“Dude.”

 

He felt his face screw up in confusion, that wasn't sexy.

 

“Dude!”

 

He blinked his eyes rapidly as the early morning sun streamed into the tiny hotel room. Pulling his mind from the faceless, yet extremely arousing fantasy, he looked around. He blushed, noticing he had pulled his bedmate to him and had been spooning him in his sleep.

 

“If that's what I think it is pressing into my back would you kindly get the fuck up? Ya know I love ya, but not like that man.” The younger man said, chuckling as his friend practically jumped out of the bed they had shared.

 

“Fuck. Sorry.” The older male wiped a light sheen of sweat off his face with his hand. “That was one hell of a dream.”

 

The dark haired youth on the bed stretched leisurely. “I bet. Your dream gave mine a really fucking odd twist at the end though.” He shivered as he laughed.

 

Looking down at his best friend the other male couldn't help but chuckle at what could have possibly happened in the dream to wake his friend up so quickly.

 

“I was thinking. We've gone almost completely cross-country and you've had ample opportunity to grope enough women to be completely over that bitch by now. What the fuck is wrong with you, buddy? We're heading back soon and you haven't grabbed one Canadian ass.”

 

The youth on the bed glared up at his friend.

 

“If you must know, I can't this one girl out of my head.”

 

“Geez, summer is almost over and you're still pining over that Yuka bitch?!”

 

“Huh? Yuka? No…Sango.”

 

“Who the fuck is Sango?!”

 

 

 

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Hai - Yes

Nani - What?

Onegai - Please

Konoama - Bitch

Temee - Bastard

Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you.

Ookami - Wolf

Oi - Hey

Nani shiyagaru - What the fuck?

 

A/N: Ok I officially hate the bit between Yura and Botan. I'm attributing it to a feeling that I had to add something to justify the rating I gave the story, but since those two aren't going to end up major players in the story I couldn't really get into writing it. And that's why the end had to come back to other characters, I was afraid of letting it get away from me lol… Besides, it's been a while since we've heard from the lech.

 

I'd also like to say to my repeat reviewers, you guys are awesome. You help, more than you know, giving a little *oomph* to write when I'm not sure I feel like it. You have my undying gratitude and other warm, happy, fuzzy feelings.

 

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Ok, It's 2:35 am and I've got a bed singing a siren song at me, can't resist, sorry, must go!

 

Oyasumi! *passes out*

 

 

 

 

 

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