InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trust ❯ Chapter 7

First author's note! Thank you so much for your reviews and support. This is my first fan fic, so it took me a while to finally get up the nerve to post it. Special thanks to Aditu--I can barely believe that's me you're writing about! I'll do my best not to disappoint. For everyone else who's asked, I plan to update fairly regularly, as I have a lot of the story already written. Again, thank you all for your support.

Another thing: this chapter contains a lemon. There will be descriptions of sexual activity (I marked it hentai for a reason, y'all). Please consider yourself warned.

Chapter 7

Inu Yasha carried Kagome up the stairs and into the set of rooms she shared with Sango. There was the main sitting area, and two smaller chambers off the main one where the two slept. He made his way to Kagome's, remembering from before. Even if he had never been there, he would have been able to tell---this room was where her scent was strongest.

He laid her on her bed. Something didn't look right. It dawned on him and he sighed. He realized his already strained self-control was going to be put to an even greater test--he needed to undress her.

He took off her shoes, then her tunic. She wore another lighter shirt underneath that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. Now to unlace her breeches. Inu Yasha stood over her for a minute, then decided against it. No point taking needless chances, he thought, unconsciously echoing his brother.

She stirred behind him. "Wait, Inu Yasha," she stumbled out of bed and he groaned. He did not want to deal with this right now.

"Bitch, go to bed," he grumbled.

"Can't sleep in this," she muttered. Off came the shirt, and the breeches soon followed.

His eyes grew huge as they drank in her curves. He shut his eyes, praying for strength.

"Put on some clothes!" He growled. "What do you sleep in?"

She regarded him sleepily, pointing to a chaise in the corner near the window. What looked like a gown was draped over it. He stalked over and snatched it up, thrusting it at the nude woman in front of him.

"Put it on."

Her only response was to raise her arms in the air. He looked at her blankly for a moment before realizing she wanted him to dress her. A pained whine escaped his throat. He was going to kill Nzinga in the morning for getting his bitch drunk and making him go through this.

He walked over to her and shoved the gown over her head, trying to avoid contact with her skin. That didn't work, when she refused to finish, whining "Help me!"

"You're not a baby!" He responded, exasperated. She merely regarded him evenly. He sighed, and took her arm and gently worked it into her sleeve, brushing her breast in the process. He swallowed, and steeled himself for the same with the other arm. As he finished, she gently grabbed his hand, holding it in both of hers.

"What now?" he groaned. He felt a soothing wave of emotion travel from Kagome, making his irritation vanish and suffusing him with her feelings. She was opening the bond wide at this moment, and for a second he saw himself the way she did.

All of her feelings for him were laid bare in that moment--including everything she was not yet ready to admit to him.

Inu Yasha knew he was lost. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. She kissed him back with everything she had, wanting to reassure him of her feelings after the incident with Kouga.

The kiss grew deeper as he drew her closer, and she felt heat shoot through her body. His arms tightened around her, and she squirmed, trying to get even closer. Breaking the kiss, Kagome fell to the bed, pulling a dazed Inu Yasha on top of her. This position only fed the fire, instead of calming it. His hand grazed her breast through her gown, and he felt the heat of her bare skin as she drew her legs up around his hips.

"This fucking thing," he said thickly. "Why don't you wear one that covers your legs?"

"Shut up," she sighed as his caresses stiffened her nipple and raised bumps on her skin.

He began kissing her neck, wanting to howl in triumph as she arched back, offering her throat. At the same time, she was unconsciously grinding her hips into him, heightening his already consuming need.

Kagome was in a haze of desire. She was frantic, nothing in her mind but fulfilling the need Inu Yasha had created in her. She vaguely heard herself moaning softly as each touch both soothed and fed her craving.

Inu Yasha had meant to leave already, but then she started rubbing against him and making those desperate noises, and he couldn't do it. He didn't want her to be intoxicated their first time---he wanted them to completely understand each other, and for there to be no doubts afterward. But she was making it so difficult...another whine escaped him as she ran her hands from his back to his buttocks, grabbing him and pulling him into her even more. The feel of her moist heat against his shaft tore a growl from his throat, even through their clothing. This had to stop before it got out of control.

He pulled back from her mouth. "Kagome," he rasped, "Kagome, we have to stop. I can't let you do this tonight."

She raised dark eyes to his face, and her whispered response almost undid him, "But I need you…"

Then she bit his neck.

His hips bucked uncontrollably at her action, and they both cried out at the sensation. Fuck, he thought. I can't believe how good she feels…we have to stop.

"Open your eyes, bitch." Kagome didn't respond, still trying to rub herself against him and get relief. He let out a soft, sharp bark, a command. "Look at me." She lifted a heavy lidded gaze to his.

"When we do this…I want you to be clear headed. You have to want this like I do…I don't want you to regret it." He forced out the words, when all his instincts, human and shifter were screaming at him to take his mate.

She took her arms from around his neck and braced them underneath her on the bed, lifting herself to bring her face closer to his. "You are mine." She breathed. "Before we leave this place, I want there to be no dispute about my claim…or yours." She lifted an eyebrow inquiringly. "Or were you planning on letting that wolf take me?"

He froze, his eyes boring into hers. Amber fire met dark flame. He bared his fangs in a show of possessiveness and snarled, "I am the only one who will have you!"

He unlaced his breeches, and pulled them off completely. She countered with her gown. His shirt and tunic followed, and they faced each other naked on the bed for a split second before he crushed her to his chest, kissing her savagely. Making his way down to her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, wrenching a hissed, "Yes!" from his mate. His hand went between her legs to test her readiness.

The feel and scent of her arousal fired a white blaze in his mind. Abandoning her breasts, he positioned himself between her legs, then prepared to enter. Kagome was writhing beneath him, every sound and motion a plea for more. Instead of entering her as his body had been screaming at him to for hours, he paused right at her entrance, letting the head of his shaft enter, then stroking it around her core, teasing.

She surged upward, frustration acute in every nerve. "What? Please, please, Inu Yasha, I need…" she whimpered.

"Look at me," she barely recognized her lover's voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Desperate to do anything to reach completion, she complied.

"I am yours. This," he pressed forward slightly without entering, resulting in another plaintive cry from Kagome, "is yours. And you are mine."

"Yes," she sobbed.

"No one else will ever make you feel this. Because this," and he surged forward into her, "is ours."

The slight resistance he felt on entering only enflamed his senses even more, seeming to reinforce the fact that she was his and his alone.

She wrapped her legs around him in a grateful rush, meeting his every thrust with one of her own, cries growing louder as each one brought her closer to that unnamed goal.

He lowered his head, biting her neck. As she moaned, he flexed inside her at the end of a particularly deep thrust, stroking her internally.

Eyes and mouth opened wide, Kagome shattered, soundlessly screaming. The convulsion of her inner muscles was too much for Inu Yasha, and he joined her, groaning as he came.

They lay there panting a few minutes, until the aftershocks faded, and heart rates returned to normal. Inu Yasha rolled to Kagome's side, pulling her with him so that her head rested on his chest. She looked up at him, and he gave kissed her deeply, then tucked her head under his chin. She was sated, he felt through their bond-and exhausted.

"Go to sleep, wench," he said quietly. And smiling, Kagome did.

Right about the time Kagome and Inu Yasha were arguing over who was going to dress her for bed, Sango and Miroku made it into the sitting room. Sango had not said a word on the way up, embarrassed at having the monk escort her to her room.

She cleared her throat. "Thank you, I can make it to my chamber from here." There, that was coherent.

"Is there anything else I can do for you before you retire, Sango?" the monk inquired.

Sango immediately tamped down the inappropriate thoughts that formed in response to his question. "No! I mean, no thank you. I appreciate your taking the trouble."

He shook his head. "It's no trouble. What would trouble me is knowing that you were hurt." He turned to leave. "I have to thank Nzinga."

Sango blinked at the sudden change in topic. "Nzinga? Why?"

He turned back to face her. "For stopping you from leaving last night. She thought I would handle it wrong, so she made me stay back and watch." He smiled ruefully. "And judging from how she dealt with it, I must admit that she was most likely right."

Sango could only look at him in shock. "You mean…you told her?"

His face firmed. "I could not let you leave like that in the middle of the night." He walked over and took her hand. "You are one of the strongest warriors I have met, I have no doubt of your ability to defend yourself…but I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt." He kissed the hand in his grasp, then caressed her cheek. "Good night, Sango."

She could only stand there, stunned as he walked out of the room. Absently, she raised the hand he kissed, and pressed it to the cheek that still felt the warmth of his caress.

That…did not just happen, she thought. I had too much to drink…I'd better go to bed.

The next morning, there were plenty of sore heads and sore tempers from the night before, but no one let it interfere with their duties. Nzinga showed up at Kagome and Sango's suite with a drink she claimed was a cure for hangovers. They both eyed it dubiously, but as they were feeling a bit delicate, decided to go for it.

"Just drink a glass, then go back to bed for a an hour or so. You'll feel fine when you wake." She assured them. She promptly followed her own advice, curling up on a chaise in their shared sitting room. Kagome and Sango each took a couch. Before they all fell asleep, Zi inquired, "Did I hear my brother leaving here early this morning?"

Kagome couldn't stop the wide grin or blush from crossing her face, which was answer enough. Sango gasped excitedly and Nzinga smiled.

"Good girl. Now," she yawned, "let's go to sleep before they all come looking for us."

An hour and a half later, just as she predicted, Inu Yasha, Miroku and Sesshomaru burst into the room looking disgruntled.

"Kagome," her mate snapped. "Why are you still asleep?" He sniffed the air around her as she slowly sat up. "You don't smell sick. The day is half over."

She yawned. "Zi gave us something for winehead, but we had to go back to sleep for it to take effect." She rubbed her eyes and smiled. "I feel great!"

Inu Yasha's eyebrow twitched in irritation. She was still wearing that short gown, and in front of the monk! Before he could say anything, Sango chimed in. "Yes, that medicine works miracles. I feel much better than I did when we first woke up."

"You wouldn't have needed it to begin with if she hadn't gotten you both drunk." He growled.

"She didn't get us drunk. We drank it all ourselves." Kagome retorted.

"Zi? Zi! Wake up." He growled, storming over to her chaise. He grabbed her arm to wake her and was rewarded with a foot in the stomach. She made a soft noise, but did not rouse.

Inu Yasha stumbled back, grabbing his stomach. "Keh," he snorted, but the effect was ruined by his wince and gasp for breath.

Miroku walked over. She was curled up on the couch, in a very short tunic, that barely covered her ample bottom. His fingers started to twitch involuntarily. Before he could make a move, however, he felt a cold gaze stab him and looked up to see Sesshomaru pinning him with his eyes. In the next second, Sango's fist connected with the back of his head. The monk smiled weakly and lowered his hand to his side.

"She will wake when she is ready, and watching her is a waste of time. Sango and Kagome can prepare themselves, and you two can go back to breakfast."

Inu Yasha looked at his brother questioningly. "What are you going to do?"

A slow smile spread across his handsome face. "I am going to make her ready to wake."

No one trusted the look on his face, and no one wanted to be around when those two clashed. Everyone hurried out of the room, but everyone listened at their respective doors (Sango and Kagome in their chambers, the men out in the hall). They heard Sesshomaru's low voice say, "Time to wake up, woman." Then a loud smack rang through the room, followed by a scream. All the eavesdroppers winced.

Nzinga faced Sesshomaru, stunned. "I will not stand for this late rising on the road." He pronounced.

Her mouth worked for a few seconds before she burst out with, "We're not on the road yet! We don't leave until tonight. It's only midmorning!"

"You should accustom yourself to traveling hours ahead of time." He countered smoothly.

She continued to stand, one hand rubbing her behind, which was still tingling from the wake up he had given her. "Don't try to change the subject! How dare you-"

He raised one silver eyebrow. "Is this how you address a pack leader?"

She narrowed her eyes. "It's how I address anyone who smacks my ass, pack leader."

She gave him one last glare before sitting back down on the chaise, facing him. He watched as she stretched, gaze tightening as it focused on the way her breasts pressed against her tunic. She watched him the whole while, conscious of her effect on him. She drew up her legs and turned slightly at the waist, giving him a tantalizingly incomplete view of her bottom.

"Well, I'm awake," she purred, looking at him over her shoulder. She brushed some braids out of her face. "So you can go now."

He didn't reply, but continued to gaze at her. When she showed no effect, he could not help but smile inside. Many people were reduced to gibbering incoherence by his silent stare. He stepped closer.

Hmph, she thought to herself. Challenging me, dog boy? She arched her back, stretching while her legs remained curled. This gave him a full view of the lower half of her bottom as it curved into her legs. She heard an indrawn breath and the beginnings of a growl. With an inner smirk, she stood up and walked past him towards the door, her breeches slung over one shoulder.

"I would have thought the upcoming mission would require your attention, pack leader." She curved her full lips, knowing her couldn't see her. Suddenly she felt his breath on her neck. Damn, I forgot how fast he was.

"Rest assured that I will attend to every matter that requires my attention." He breathed in her ear, sending a tremor through her and making her want to melt back against him. He trailed one finger lazily from her waist to her hip.

She turned her head, almost against her will, to find that motion brought her lips within an inch of his. They stayed like that for a seeming eternity, before she pulled herself away.

"I have nothing but faith in your abilities, pack leader." She swallowed, trying to ignore the catch in her voice. "I will ready myself as you request, and will be prepared for our departure." She took cover in the formal language of pack member to pack leader, trying to put some distance between them.

His only response was a pointed look at her nipples straining against the fabric of her tunic. She blushed, thankful that it was not apparent on her dark skin, and just as pointedly looked at his member straining against the front of his breeches.

Being much more fair of skin, on him even a faint blush was obvious. Smiling wickedly, she pulled her breeches up slowly, then laced them quickly.

Feeling much better, she yanked open the door, bent over the two eavesdroppers (who had been leaning against the door so hard they fell when she opened it) and took one of each of their arms. "I'm awake now children, so let's go eat."

In response to their looks back to Sesshomaru, she stated breezily. "The pack leader has duties. I'm sure he will meet us later." And with that she guided them down to breakfast.