InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wanting More ❯ Two of possible three now ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jessibelle67 
What inevitably happens when you mark the girl you're in love with.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2004 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Completed
What inevitably happens when you mark the girl you're in love with.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2004 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Completed
Okay, here is the second and and maybe not-so-final part. Enjoy. ^_- P.S. For anyone who cares, I looked it up, the drinking age in Japan in 20. It doesn't matter in this part of the story. Its just an interesting cultural fact.
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Wanting more - Part 2
Inuyasha and Kagome entered her house through her bedroom window. The rest of the family was already asleep as it was past midnight. Kagome's mother has heard all about how the hanyou from the past protected her daughter with his life. She had been able to sleep sound knowing he was with her that night.
Kagome crept into her room and Inuyasha followed behind. He shut the window after him, a subtle message that they would stay here for the night. There was no point in leaving for the feudal era in the middle of the night. Inuyasha was busy ridding himself of the constricting things called "sneakers" Mrs. Higurashi has made him wear. He was having a tough time with the laces and from the vein slowly popping out from his temple it appeared that he was seconds away from ripping them to shreds. She slowly extracted his hands from the task and removed the shoes for him. His feet were aching from their short confinement. He rubbed his soles while Kagome went to the bath room to wash her face and get ready for bed.
Out in the hallway the lights were turned out. She banged her knee on something hard and cursed out loud. Fumbling for the light she found that the offending object was a large trunk that had perilously resided in the attic. It was full of Kagome's father's old cloths. She had been right about Inuyasha's out fit. Unexpected tears stung her eyes. She had few memories of her father, but those few were happy. He had died of cancer when she was only seven. Sota had been too young to have any memories of him. She picked up one of the old shirts and inhaled the scent. All traces of her father's cologne was gone. It just smelled like dust and moth balls. She was surprised Inuyasha could stand it.
Dropping the shirt, she turned into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail. That was when she noticed the wound on her neck. The skin had already re-knit its self leaving a pink scar that would fade over the next few hours but never completely disappear. She lightly fingered the mark, feeling a prickling of heat over her body as she did so. Inuyasha had done this to her, she realized. He had bitten her, hurt her. But the mark was painless. Her brow crinkled in thought. What did it mean?
She shouldn't be healing so fast, she thought. Examining the area, she could clearly make out the outline of his fangs. It didn't scare her at all. Instead she was merely curious. She closed her eyes and shivered at the memory of his mark, how her whole body had convulsed in a wave of ecstacy that she had never before felt. She wanted that feeling again. The heat was starting to rise in her body as she stroked the bite without realizing it.
Her reverie was only broken when Inuyasha called her name. She opened her eyes and saw her reflection. Guilty, she quickly dropped her hand and quickly finished changing for bed.
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Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably from where he was sitting on her bed. When Kagome left her room, he had tried to preoccupy himself by studying the few decorations that hung on the walls. The was one picture in a frame on her desk that caught his attention. He picked up the old image, confused how people could appear to be frozen in time. Kagome had once tried to explain what pictures were. Personally he preferred the moving ones on the colorful box down stairs. This image, one of the still ones, was of a family. He recognized the old man, Kagome's grandfather, though his hair had not yet turned completely grey. He was standing in the back behind a man and a woman. They were seated, smiling. As were the two children in front. The woman was Mrs. Higurashi, so the man, Inuyasha assumed, must have been her husband. He must have been Kagome's father. His eyes shifted to the young girl in front, happily holding her father's hand. She could not have been older then six or seven. Already she had the bright round eyes and long dark hair Inuyasha recognized. Little Kagome stared back with her frozen smile. She was blissfully unaware of the sickness that was over taking the man whose hand she clung to. Inuyasha's demon eyes could see, even in an old picture, the pallid color of his skin, the weariness of his eyes that came with dying.
He silently placed the frame back on the desk. Kagome never spoke of her father. Much like the way Inuyasha never spoke of his mother.
He sat down on the bed, suddenly feeling like an intruder.
He passed the time staring absently at the pile of books on her desk. Those school things she was always so worried about. He tired to understand the names, like geo-met-ry and phy-si-cs, but their meanings were lost on him. Eventually he was just staring into space.
His mind focused back on reality when he felt a strange pull in his chest. He looked quickly around the room, but he was still alone. There was no demon auras in the area to be concerned of either. He shrugged the feeling off until it happened again, stronger this time and lower in his body. The room was suddenly much too warm. He tugged uncomfortably at the neck of his shirt.
He felt it again, but this time it was more like a calling. There was no noise except the singing of crickets outside the window, but he clearly felt as if someone was calling his name. Kagome was calling to him but he couldn't hear her voice. He walked over to the door and looked down the hallway. The door to the bathroom was still shut and there was a thin strip of light that shown through the crack above the floor. He could sense Kagome as if she were right next to him, rather then in another room. When he called her name, almost instantly the feeling stopped. The heat in his belly dissipated but did not disappear. He went back to the bed, confused and sat down.
Kagome came back a few minutes later and threw a wad of fabric at him. He caught the piece of clothing easily and held it up for inspection. "What are these?"
"Shorts," she replied, sorting the books on her desk. She carefully picked which ones were most important and would have to be brought back with her to the feudal era.
Inuyasha was eyeing the short with distaste. "What the hell do I need them for?"
"For sleeping, idiot. You won't be very comfortable in those jeans and mom put you fire rat robe in the washing machine to soak over night. That thing is absolutely filthy." When she had taken her clothes down stairs to the laundry room, she'd found Inuyasha's robes in the washing machine, filled to the brim with water that was already turning a dingy grey. She was glad, those things needed a good cleaning to get rid of all the dirt and demon blood.
He grumbled at first but he couldn't imagine being comfortable in these human clothes. He undid the button and zipper of his jeans, making Kagome jump and snap her eyes to the opposite wall. Unruffled, he slid off the jeans and into the cotton shorts. They were black and went well with the red shirt that he kept on for proprieties sake. The exposure of his legs still made him feel virtually naked though.
When she was sure that he was decent, Kagome turned around and smiled at Inuyasha. He looked so nervous that it was adorable. Her head tilted a little to the side and she absently raised her hand to her neck again.
Inuyasha felt the pull again. His tempurature started to rise. By sheer force of will he made his body remain calm. These flimsy shorts would do nothing to hide his embarrassment if he didn't keep a tight leash on his emotions. Kagome seemed not to notice his hesitation as she stroked the scar on her neck. She quickly remembered herself and pulled her hand away as if she had been caught doing something dirty. The light scent of her body assured him that her actions were less then innocent.
A blush stained her cheek and she refused to look at him. " We should get some sleep," was all she could manage to say.
He nodded and sat down next to the bed. Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes. She took it to mean he was dismissing her, but really he was trying to collect his thoughts and rein in his self-control. There was a force growing inside him that wanted something very badly, something that could be dangerous, especially to Kagome. He heard her turn out the light and climb into bed. Her scent was surrounding him in this room, making him feel lightheaded. He knew that there was no chance of getting any sleep tonight.
His eyes opened in thoughtful reverie. He finally had to face it. He had marked her. This was a very serious manner that even he didn't know all the repercussions to. Demons did not mark another creature, either a fellow demon or, in rare cases, a human, unless they intended that person as their future mate. The mark was permanent. Humans of Kagome's time would not understand it but other demons would be able to tell instantly that this girl was his. A small feeling of self-satisfaction entered his mind when he thought on the next time Kouga decided to grace them with his presence. The wolf could no longer protest that he had claim on the girl. By ancient rites and demon instincts Inuyasha could kill the wolf if he laid one finger on his Kagome now.
He frowned at another thought. Kagome's world did not live by the same rules. She didn't understand what this all meant. How very serious it was. Kagome was his by his demon nature. If she didn't accept him, she was human and could pick another mate, but he would be helpless to move on. He was mated to her for life, whether they completed the physical act or not.
Damn it! Why had he acted so rashly? He cursed at him self.
He hadn't thought of the consequences at the time. His demon called him to act. He had never wanted anything as badly as he'd wanted to mark her. He wanted Kagome, he'd known that for a while now. Even with Kikyo still roaming the earth, he had wrestled with his guilt and his desires. He shouldn't be having feelings for another woman when Kikyo's soul was still in unrest. He had promised to protect her. But, he thought, he had also promised to protest Kagome. And he had fulfilled and remade that promise a thousand times. The time in the past that he had spent with Kikyo had been fleeting and fast. He'd fallen in love with her instantly. Rashly, he realized. Their so-called trust was so easily broken by Naraku. There had been so many secrets between them. A lot of them his secrets. Secrets that Kagome knew.
There was a lot of things Kagome knew about him that Kikyo would never.
Kikyo had tried to kill him all those years ago because she believed that he betrayed her. Naraku had also tried to possess Kagome, so had Menoumaru. (Bad guy, 1st movie.) They had tried to use her to kill him. But she had defied them all and refused to leave him. Even under Tsubaki's curse by the poisoned shikon no tama, she had the strength to fight her possession and tell him to run. Kagome was willing to give her life to save his. Kagome trusted him
And he, after much time and trials, finally trusted her. He realized that he trusted her more then he ever had Kikyo. No matter what Naraku tried to do, his trust in Kagome would never falter.
He remembered his promise to Kikyo, somewhat sadly. He would protect her and part of him would always love her, but she wasn't Kagome.
Kagome accepted him fully. Even after he transformed into a full demon and killed all those bandits, those humans. She didn't turn away in disgust or hatred as he expected.
As Kikyo would have done, as small voice in his head whispered.
He sighed. He was so confused sometimes. Was it possible to love two women at once? Yes, he realized. But the fact remained that no matter what the future might have held for him and Kikyo, that future was gone. Little by little he had mourned her death and come to accept the fact that they would never be together. He couldn't deny what his senses told him any longer. Kikyo's body was cold and barren. Her scent was that of old death and bones. She was no longer the righteous, pure miko he had fallen in love with. What he loved was an idea, a ghost. And part of him screamed that he was a fool not to see the real live, breathing girl in front of him that he had come to cherish more then his own life.
What happened to him and Kikyo was tragic. But it was reality. There was still hope for him to be happy in his life, and Kagome, though they often fought, made him happy. He spent a lot of time and energy to mask his feelings, but he couldn't fool himself.
But, even if Kagome accepted his demon nature, would she accept him as her mate?
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Kagome laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She assumed that Inuyasha had already fallen asleep. Only the top of his head peeked out over the edge of the bed. She resisted the urge to reach out and stroke his hair, or his ears. She held still, suddenly not trusting herself. This whole night had been so strange, so uncharacteristic of either of them, and yet, so wonderful.
She knew she should ask him about the scar. It must mean something, he would never hurt or damage her on purpose.
Flashes of memory of the past few hours flickered through her mind.
The way he pressed against her so demanding. The way her body had melded to his, her hips rocking in time with his movements. It resembled dancing less then it resembled what she had pictured them doing together in private, and with less clothing.
Her eyes slid closed. She envisioned the last sweet strains of the music. He was standing behind her, grinding his hips against her back side in an almost helpless need. His warm breath tickled her neck. She felt his mouth envelope the smooth curve where her neck and shoulder met. When his fangs bit down, deep enough to draw blood, her world had turned into a haze of crimson pleasure. Her vision blurred and the club around them disappeared. All she felt was the tightening of her muscles, and then the sweet, violent release. Her body shook with the effort of standing and her lips parted to emit a low moan that did not give justice to the singing of her entire being.
His tongue had caressed her. Cleaning up the last of her blood, before she had offered him her hand and he gentley suckled each finger tip. That alone had almost been enough to build her up and bring her crashing down again.
What had he done to her? Not just tonight, but ever since the moment they met. What had he done to her? Or, what had she done to herself? Falling in love with a half-demon that had promised his life to another? Inuyasha cared about her, Kagome knew that, but could he ever be with her? Could he ever let go of the guilt he felt for Kikyo's death and her sad resurrection?
As if mirroring her mood, she heard him sigh forlornly.
She hesitated a moment before softly calling his name.
His ears twitched on top of his head in the cutest way, making the temptation to rub them even harder to resist. He turned towards her slightly."What?"
"Can't sleep." She rolled onto her side, facing his profile.
He couldn’t tell if she was asking or stating a fact, but it seemed that neither of them was surrendering to the unconsciousness any time soon.
"Are you uncomfortable? On the floor, I mean."
"It's okay," he looked down, running his hand over the carpet. "Its softer then the ground outside, at least."
"Well, you could.....I mean only... only if you wanted to....but you could sleep up here. With me."
The slight widening of his eyes was the only response that he had heard her. He seemed at a loss for words for a moment.
"Would that be okay?" In actuality he was quite comfortable where he was but the idea of falling to sleep with Kagome's body pressed against him was too tempting. On second thought the immediate reaction of his body to the idea made him pause. But she had already moved to the far wall and held the blankets up in invitation. He could see how her thin cotton night gown had been pushed several inches up her thighs as she moved around. Her normally pale complexion had been tanned to an enticing bronze sheen from their adventures out in the wild.
The slight of her like this made his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and carefully climbed in to the bed. It was a bit small for the two of them to lie side by side. Inuyasha shifted so that he was lying on his side looking at Kagome. Her hands were nervously knotted in the sheets. The silence stretched on uncomfortably.
It was Kagome who spoke first. "What does it mean?" It was all she said, but he understood. He reached out his hand and lightly brushed against the raised skin on her neck. It made her shiver.
"I'm not entirely sure." It was the truth. Being a hanyou shunned by all other demons, there was no one to explain the complexities of mating. He had the general idea down, sure, but the emotions and rituals attached to the physical act were a mystery to him. For once he wished Myoga were around. The little flea seemed to know a lot about inu youkai and their nature.
"It didn't hurt." She whispered, breaking into his thoughts. "It still doesn't."
He let his fingers train over the ridges of his bite mark and noticed that her scent was rising again. Her most private, personal scent. He tried not to let it cloud his brain, but it was already affecting him. He watched entranced as her eyes slid closed. She turned her head to the side, allowing him better access. He stroked the area lightly, teasing his way around the wound before finally touching it. Her murmurs of pleasure melted his inside like liquid fire. She was beautiful like this, so submissive and wanting of his touch.
"Why..." she swallowed and tried again to speak. "Why does it make me feel this way?"
The distance between them was shrinking. He realized he was leaning towards her. His mouth was by her ear. "How does it make you feel?" he whispered.
Her heart was thundering in her chest. She clenched her knees together, trying to relieve the pressure building between her legs. Her mouth opened, by the only sound she could produce was a whimper.
His tongue snaked out to experimentally caress her lobe. Her hand shoot out, fisting her small fingers in his shirt. He repeated his movement again, this time taking the soft flesh of her ear into his mouth, sucking gently. Her body bucked against him which a need her scent was screaming had to be fulfilled.
"Inuyasha," she panted. " What's happening?"
"I don't know." his voice was breathy and distant in his head, as if someone else was speaking. The hand that had been stroking her neck slide down her body, lightly gliding over her breast before continuing down. He stopped just below the hem of her night gown. It was as if his fingers had a mind of their own when they moved upwards, this time going under the fabric. He stopped at her bare hip, his thumb lightly stroking her thigh, so close to her core that he could feel her heat. Every second he moved closer. "I don't know," he repeated. "Tell me to stop."
She didn't respond except to pull him closer and bury her face in his shoulder. Small gasps escaped her. These feeling, this power had gone beyond their sense of rational or control. She clung to him, afraid, but anxious. He was so close to touching her and she was even closer to falling into oblivion.
He was kissing his way down her neck, his tongue traced the mark. "Tell me to stop." he was nearly desperate now. He couldn't control himself. It was like his body had been taken over. He had wanted her for so long that he could no longer deny himself this. If she would only tell him that she didn't want this, then he could regain control. The last thing he wished was to hurt her. If he took her against her will, he would never forgive himself. "Kagome, please....," he begged. If she would only say it.
He managed to still his hand, but then her legs fell open to his curious finger. He was just a breath away from the essence of her. "Please, Inuyasha..." He waited, and then she said the words that broke him.
"Don't stop, please...,"
The world seemed to pause for a moment, his heart stilled and in that second he realized that he cherished this girl more then anything, anyone in the world. He had never desired anything more then this instant. She accepted him. She trusted him. She wanted him. He growled in fierce satisfaction as the same feeling wash over him as when they were dancing. Almost against his will he bared his teeth and reopened the wound he'd earlier made. Her blood flowed into his mouth, intoxicating him completely.
She shattered. The world splintered into a thousand shuttering pieces. She didn't even notice Inuyasha's claw slicing through the fabric of her panties until his fingers were down there, caressing her. He rubbed the engorged flesh, prolonging her orgasm. Every muscle shook until she feared she would break apart. It was too much. Too much. She tried to speak, but couldn't form sound. She couldn't even moan while her mouth hung slack in a soundless scream. Her fingers wrenched at the fabric of his shirt in time with the waves of her body.
By the time it was over she couldn't have remembered her own name. Inuyasha was lapping around the open wound. He had mercifully extracted his probing fingers and was massaging her hip with his hand. The scent of salt stung his noise. When he saw that Kagome was crying, it sobered his feral instincts and his human heart took over. He'd hurt her. Somehow he had misunderstood and gone and done what he feared he would. He wiped the tears away, frantic to right the wrong he'd done her. Her hand came to rest atop his, and a smile parted her lips.
He stared back, confused and frightened. "Gomen, did I hurt you? I never meant to..."
She put a finger to his lips, stopping the words. "Inuyasha, that was ... wonderful."
He relaxed a little. "I didn't hurt you?"
"Not even close," her smile was so endearing that he had to smile back.
But then he frowned. "But you were crying."
"Gomen, I was just overwhelmed. I've never felt anything like that. I've never done anything ... like this."
He tilted his head to look at her better and gave a lopsided smile, "Neither have I."
Her hand cupped his face, stroking her thumb over his cheek. He endured her light ministrations for a few moment before taking her hand in his own. He moved her finger up to his head at the base of his ear. Kagome flashed him a bemused smile before complying with his silent request. In turn he buried his face against her collar. A deep rumbling started in his chest, slowing transforming into a full throated growl. It startled her at first, but she soon realized it was a reflection of his contentment. His hands began to roam again, touching every area of exposed flesh on her body. His claws left thin red welts in their wake that disappeared moments after being made.
He moved his claws tentatively up her thigh, just barely brushing the nest of dark curls before backing away and tracing the path again. Kagome was quivering next to him. Her hands had gone slack on his ears, she was taught with anticipation. He moved closer to her core, this time pressing lightly against the heated flesh. When he moved his hand away she groaned aloud in frustration.
"Do you want me to touch you?" he whispered into her ear. His fingers were back at her entrance, just resting there.
She thrust her hips against his hand in desperation, and nodded, unable to give voice to her desires. She was embarrassed by how wanton she had become in one night. She loved Inuyasha, but she had never asked if he felt the same. A part of her broke to think that he could make love to her but not be in love with her. Still, she wanted this too much. Her body wanted it too much. Tomorrow she would be grieve for her broken heart, but at least she could have the memory of tonight.
Slowly he started gliding his fingers over her womanhood, made slick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. His probing lead him to her entrance. He circled the small opening. She was frozen in anticipation, but nearly strangled him when he took his hand away.
He smirked at her frustration. He neatly clipped off two of his claws using his teeth.
"Why did yo..." her words disolved in to a groan as he slowly slide one of the newly manicured digits inside her. He watched fascinated to see the play of emotions across her face. He wished she would look at him, but her eyes had screwed shut the second he entered her. Slowly he increased the pace until she was making incoherent noises of encouragement. The ripple of her inner muscles as well as the death grip she had regained on his shirt told him that he once again helped her over the peak of ecstasy.
She gasped for air, occasionally an aftershock would reclaim her, making her whole body shiver. Inuyasha's hand was rubbing her hip again.
"Kagome?"
She looked at him after some effort.
"Kagome," he looked away, suddenly embarrassed. "Do you.... I mean, would you......"
Seeing his inability to continue she asked, "You can tell me Inuyasha. What is it?"
"I.." He looked deep into her smoky eyes. "I want to make you my mate. For real this time."
"This time?"
He stroked the newly healed mark on her neck. "That is what this means. Demons only mark those they intend to make their mate. permanently. The ritual is not complete until....until we're joined...physically." His face was burning by the time he finished. When she didn't respond immediately, his heart sank. She didn't want him after all.
"Inuyasha, I... I don't know what to say. If this is permanent, does that mean we'll be together, always?"
"For the rest of our lives," he nodded. "Inu youkai mate for life to a single mate."
A single mate. Her mind seemed fuzzy and incapable of comprehension. That would mean that Inuyasha was all hers, forever. Not Kikyo's, but hers. He wanted her to be by his side always. To be his "mate" as he called it. The happiness consumed her, she wanted nothing more then to accept his humble offer. But first, there was something important she needed to know.
"Inuyasha, do you love me?"
The uncertainty that lingered in her eyes cut him down to his core. How could she doubt the feeling he had for her? But then he realized, how could she not? He had never really shown her. He took her chin between his fingers, lifting her face to meet her down cast eyes. "Kagome..." was all he got out before leaning forward to give her the softest, most passionate kiss. Their lips melded together like something broken that had found its missing half. Then he pulled back so that his lips brushed hers with every word, he looked her deeply in the eyes. "How could I not love you? You complete me in a way no one ever could."
It was the right thing to say. She flew into his arms, returning his gentle kiss with one more innocent, but no less demanding. " I love you Inuyasha." She whispered, once their lips had parted. "For so long I've loved you. But I didn't know how to say it."
"You could show me," he smiled.
She smiled back. Their mouths met, soft at first, then more firmly. He tentatively brushed his tongue against her lips. She hesitated but then gave in to his subtle plea. Their tongues met, rolling against one another in a soft battle. By the time they pulled away both of them were breathless.
He wanted to kiss her everywhere. He started with her neck. His lips caressed the sensitive skin and nipped her gently with his teeth, causing her to gasp. Her hand moved over his chest, restless and uncertain what she should be doing. She tugged on the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against her.
He pulled away long enough to oblige her silent request, but stopped her hands as she reached out to him. "You too." he said, nodding towards her disheveled night gown.
A stain of pink colored her cheeks. He had already touched her in the most intimate areas of her body, but she was still nervous about being so vulnerable and exposed in front of him. She knew he had caught glimpses of her naked before, but this was different.
Gathering her courage she sat up and quickly slipped the gown over her head. It hadn't even hit the floor before she buried herself up to her neck in the sheets. She could feel his eyes on her, though hers were closed. With a deep breath she eased her grip on the blankets and waited. He grasped a handful of sheet and gently tugged them over her collar bone, down the slope of her chest before gliding away from her breasts. He could see the tension in her body, fighting the urge to cover herself. The blanket went slack, falling over her waist. He meticulously traced the curves of her breast, first with his eyes, followed by one curious claw. Leaning forward, his tongue flicked across the beaded peak of one nipple. Her fists clenched in the sheets. He took the whole of the tiny peak into his mouth, running his tongue over and over the sentative flesh. His other hand came up to caress its neglected twin. Kagome was stirring beneath him, making desperate mewling noises. It spurred his encouragement and he let his hand trail from her breast down her stomach.
He was stroking her there again. Her small hands could do no more then restlessly move over his arms and chest. His fingers were dancing over her wet folds, seeking entrance and finding purchase in the deep center of her. She felt her body pleasantly stretch as he pleased her with a one before adding a second. His mouth had moved to met her own. She kissed him deep and fierce. It was the only way to truly communicate the sensations he gave her.
He brought her close the edge, evident by the way her body tightened around his hand in anticipation. But before she could fall into the sweet oblivion of pleasure, he took the sensation away. He couldn't wait any longer. He was damn surprised he'd lasted this long. He had wanted Kagome for months now, but every since they'd been pressed against one another on that dance floor, the need become absolutely unbearable.
"Are you sure you want this?" He needed to know. This bond was not something one entered into lightly. Though he was already tied to her for life, she still had a choice.
Kagome looked up at him, hazy eyed but coherent. Her only answer was a smile and a kiss. One that translated all her love and devotion that had been there all along. He just needed to realize it.
It was all the answer he needed. He shifted away from her for a moment. The black shorts fell the the floor beside her night gown. He moved back to her, gently easing her legs apart . He knelt between them, suddenly dizzy with her scent. She was beautiful like this, he thought, as he gazed down upon her. Her skin slightly flush, her hair spread out on the pillow in a obsidian wave. She gazed back at him with luminescent eyes, so full of love and trust that it made his heart squeeze at the thought of ever being without her.
He positioned his body above her. Though he had never had physical relations with a woman before, he knew this was the way humans seemed to prefer to take their mates. His kind preferred it a bit differently, but for Kagome's sake, and partially because he wanted the fierce satisfaction of seeing raw pleasure written on his mate's face as he took her, he used the human position.
One last time, he looked into her eyes. She was nervous, perhaps a bit scared. It was to be expected. But despite it she gave him a shaky smile and a small nod. She wanted this as much as he did.
Gently, he guided himself into her. The warmth of her body was indescribable. But he couldn't dwell on the feeling, instead he harnessed his control. He wanted her next orgasm to be by him and him alone.
As he eased into her slowly, the pain was sharp and immediate. Her body burned and it brought tears to her eyes.
"I'll stop," he whispered, seeing her discomfort. "We don't have to..."
"No." She wrapped her arms around his back to hold him in place, her face burying in his neck. "No, stay. Just stay still a while."
If he left her now she wasn't certain she could do this again. The pain was so raw and intimate, it scared her. The longer she waited, the more she relaxed and soon the pain lessened to a dull ache. She pushed down on his lower back, urging him forward until he was completely inside her. It hurt, but she bore the pain because somewhere teasing at the edges was a different feeling. A primal throbbing of his body in time with her own. The completion of them both and the rush of blood that made her want this despite any pain or discomfort. It was more then physical, it cut down to the core of her. She loved him and wanted him.
Holding his weight on one arm, his other hand cupped her cheek, coaxing her to look at him. He saw the tears had dried on her cheeks.. His head bent to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. He kissed her face with a reverent care. It was devastating how much his body needed to be moving inside her. How damning it was to lie so still with the tight warmth surrounding him. It was a feeling so new, one his wanted to explore. But he stilled his body for her, for his Kagome. He knew that he would hurt her at first, it was inevitable. But he never wanted to hurt her again. He could wait until she was ready.
When her body finally relaxed and learned to accept the blunt weight of him between her thighs, she shifted under him. The smooth friction made her quietly moan and then he knew it was okay to move. It started slow, and a little awkward for both of them. It only took a moment or two for him to find a comfortable rhythm, one that has her writhing against him as little noises escaped her. He slowly increased his pace. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and between her breasts. He looked down at her. Kagome had closed her eyes. With each thrust her dark brow knit together in a bewitching fashion. She was panting for breath, and those little noises she had been making soon grew into full throated moans. He touched her cheek, causing her eyes to flutter open. They stayed locked in each others gaze. The animalistic need in his eyes that was only for her sent a bolt of warm heat from her belly straight to where his body was locked with her own. She felt her body tightening into an ever shrinking coil. The release of which loomed just out side her grasp. Her nails scratched desperately against his back, leaving thin red welts in their wake. Her hips flexed against his, wanting him to go faster. She hungrily sought his mouth with her own. She kissed him with a passion that rivaled his own
She was so close, he could tell. He pulled back until he was just barely inside her. He moved back and forth in short, teasing movements. She stilled, concentrating so hard on the tiny sensations. Her body tightened around him, wanting to feel more. Just when she could no longer take the taunting feeling, he thrust swiftly forward, burying all of him in her. She cried out, incoherent with the felling of him.
Her delicate scent spiked sharply as her body quivered. The erotic sight of her face twisted in agonizing pleasure, broke his control. He drove himself into her with desperate need. The warm, wet feel around him rubbed in just the right way. He howled aloud in masculine ecstacy as he spilled into her welcoming body. She held him close, surprised to feel him shivering. They'd both been overwhelmed by this first experience, but glad to share it with each other. She rubbed his back, shivering as his body gave a few last pulses deep inside her. He slowly pulled away, reluctant to leave the warmth of her. He laid his head on her stomach and let her hands idly run through his hair. He growled low in his chest when she lightly stroked his ears.
"I'd stop that, unless you want to do this all over again." he snuggled against her stomach, nipping at the dip of her belly button.
She let out a giggle that disintegrated into a yawn. She glanced at her bedside clock. "Oh my god! It three o'clock in the morning."
He rolled his eyes up to look at her. "Are you complaining?"
"No," she laughed. "But we should try to get some sleep."
He nodded. She was exhausted, he could tell. He wouldn't admit it but he was pretty beat too. He rolled off her onto the bed, pulling her along side him. She rested her head on his chest. "Sleep," he commanded.
Pressed against him like this, listening to his heart beat beneath her ear, it made her feel like she had finally come home. Finally found her place between the two worlds she traveled. But there were still many unanswered questions.
"Inuyasha, what happens next?"
"You mean the part where we go to sleep?"
"After that."
"Well," he thought a moment. "We find the shikon shards, destroy Naraku, and somewhere in between, we definitely do this more often."
She was not swayed by his humor. She didn't want to ask, but she had to. "And the next time we meet Kikyo?"
He brow crinkled in thought. "Its hard to say. She's no longer human, so there is a good chance she'll be able to tell what's happened between us. Kouga will for sure."
"They will? How?"
"Your mark. It tell other demons that you're mated. Kouga no longer has any claim on you as an eligible female. Unless he kills me," she gasped and looked up at him, worried. "Which he can't." he assured her, but it did little to help. She knew how their tempers flaired when the wolf prince came into play. Kouga was too competitive to give Kagome up to a half-demon like Inuyasha. "There will also be a spiritual connection between us, easily sense by those with spiritual powers."
It was true she could feel something between them, much more then anything that was there before. She could sense him like when she felt the pull of a shikon shard, but different. This was much more intimate. At first she thought she'd been imagining it.
"I guess we'll just have to deal with things as they come." He kissed the top of her head. "Whatever happens never doubt how I feel about you, Kagome. You are my mate now. My only mate. Your mine to protect." He tilted her head up to look at him. "I love you. You are mine."
Her mouth opened to protest, but then she changed course, "Does that mean you're mine, too?"
He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "I suppose so," he groaned.
The look in her eyes sober him. He looked deep into them, serious this time. "Yes, for all times."
They kissed, almost as if sealing an agreement. She laid her head back down on his chest and closed her eyes to sleep. He gazed down at her, amazed by how deep his feeling for her ran. He'd just closed his eyes to join her in sleep when she said his name.
"Inuyasha?"
"Yes?" He yawned.
"We need to go dancing more often."
His lips twisted into a smile. "Anytime," he said, "as long as I don't have to wear those sneaker things again."
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Author's note: I know that I originally labeled the chapter as part one of two, and two of two, but now I think I'll write a third about the morning after and the residual effect in the feudal era. So be expecting that in a week or so. I wish it could be faster, but it is finals week and all. You understand, I'm sure.
Please, please review. I live for them!
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Wanting more - Part 2
Inuyasha and Kagome entered her house through her bedroom window. The rest of the family was already asleep as it was past midnight. Kagome's mother has heard all about how the hanyou from the past protected her daughter with his life. She had been able to sleep sound knowing he was with her that night.
Kagome crept into her room and Inuyasha followed behind. He shut the window after him, a subtle message that they would stay here for the night. There was no point in leaving for the feudal era in the middle of the night. Inuyasha was busy ridding himself of the constricting things called "sneakers" Mrs. Higurashi has made him wear. He was having a tough time with the laces and from the vein slowly popping out from his temple it appeared that he was seconds away from ripping them to shreds. She slowly extracted his hands from the task and removed the shoes for him. His feet were aching from their short confinement. He rubbed his soles while Kagome went to the bath room to wash her face and get ready for bed.
Out in the hallway the lights were turned out. She banged her knee on something hard and cursed out loud. Fumbling for the light she found that the offending object was a large trunk that had perilously resided in the attic. It was full of Kagome's father's old cloths. She had been right about Inuyasha's out fit. Unexpected tears stung her eyes. She had few memories of her father, but those few were happy. He had died of cancer when she was only seven. Sota had been too young to have any memories of him. She picked up one of the old shirts and inhaled the scent. All traces of her father's cologne was gone. It just smelled like dust and moth balls. She was surprised Inuyasha could stand it.
Dropping the shirt, she turned into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail. That was when she noticed the wound on her neck. The skin had already re-knit its self leaving a pink scar that would fade over the next few hours but never completely disappear. She lightly fingered the mark, feeling a prickling of heat over her body as she did so. Inuyasha had done this to her, she realized. He had bitten her, hurt her. But the mark was painless. Her brow crinkled in thought. What did it mean?
She shouldn't be healing so fast, she thought. Examining the area, she could clearly make out the outline of his fangs. It didn't scare her at all. Instead she was merely curious. She closed her eyes and shivered at the memory of his mark, how her whole body had convulsed in a wave of ecstacy that she had never before felt. She wanted that feeling again. The heat was starting to rise in her body as she stroked the bite without realizing it.
Her reverie was only broken when Inuyasha called her name. She opened her eyes and saw her reflection. Guilty, she quickly dropped her hand and quickly finished changing for bed.
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Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably from where he was sitting on her bed. When Kagome left her room, he had tried to preoccupy himself by studying the few decorations that hung on the walls. The was one picture in a frame on her desk that caught his attention. He picked up the old image, confused how people could appear to be frozen in time. Kagome had once tried to explain what pictures were. Personally he preferred the moving ones on the colorful box down stairs. This image, one of the still ones, was of a family. He recognized the old man, Kagome's grandfather, though his hair had not yet turned completely grey. He was standing in the back behind a man and a woman. They were seated, smiling. As were the two children in front. The woman was Mrs. Higurashi, so the man, Inuyasha assumed, must have been her husband. He must have been Kagome's father. His eyes shifted to the young girl in front, happily holding her father's hand. She could not have been older then six or seven. Already she had the bright round eyes and long dark hair Inuyasha recognized. Little Kagome stared back with her frozen smile. She was blissfully unaware of the sickness that was over taking the man whose hand she clung to. Inuyasha's demon eyes could see, even in an old picture, the pallid color of his skin, the weariness of his eyes that came with dying.
He silently placed the frame back on the desk. Kagome never spoke of her father. Much like the way Inuyasha never spoke of his mother.
He sat down on the bed, suddenly feeling like an intruder.
He passed the time staring absently at the pile of books on her desk. Those school things she was always so worried about. He tired to understand the names, like geo-met-ry and phy-si-cs, but their meanings were lost on him. Eventually he was just staring into space.
His mind focused back on reality when he felt a strange pull in his chest. He looked quickly around the room, but he was still alone. There was no demon auras in the area to be concerned of either. He shrugged the feeling off until it happened again, stronger this time and lower in his body. The room was suddenly much too warm. He tugged uncomfortably at the neck of his shirt.
He felt it again, but this time it was more like a calling. There was no noise except the singing of crickets outside the window, but he clearly felt as if someone was calling his name. Kagome was calling to him but he couldn't hear her voice. He walked over to the door and looked down the hallway. The door to the bathroom was still shut and there was a thin strip of light that shown through the crack above the floor. He could sense Kagome as if she were right next to him, rather then in another room. When he called her name, almost instantly the feeling stopped. The heat in his belly dissipated but did not disappear. He went back to the bed, confused and sat down.
Kagome came back a few minutes later and threw a wad of fabric at him. He caught the piece of clothing easily and held it up for inspection. "What are these?"
"Shorts," she replied, sorting the books on her desk. She carefully picked which ones were most important and would have to be brought back with her to the feudal era.
Inuyasha was eyeing the short with distaste. "What the hell do I need them for?"
"For sleeping, idiot. You won't be very comfortable in those jeans and mom put you fire rat robe in the washing machine to soak over night. That thing is absolutely filthy." When she had taken her clothes down stairs to the laundry room, she'd found Inuyasha's robes in the washing machine, filled to the brim with water that was already turning a dingy grey. She was glad, those things needed a good cleaning to get rid of all the dirt and demon blood.
He grumbled at first but he couldn't imagine being comfortable in these human clothes. He undid the button and zipper of his jeans, making Kagome jump and snap her eyes to the opposite wall. Unruffled, he slid off the jeans and into the cotton shorts. They were black and went well with the red shirt that he kept on for proprieties sake. The exposure of his legs still made him feel virtually naked though.
When she was sure that he was decent, Kagome turned around and smiled at Inuyasha. He looked so nervous that it was adorable. Her head tilted a little to the side and she absently raised her hand to her neck again.
Inuyasha felt the pull again. His tempurature started to rise. By sheer force of will he made his body remain calm. These flimsy shorts would do nothing to hide his embarrassment if he didn't keep a tight leash on his emotions. Kagome seemed not to notice his hesitation as she stroked the scar on her neck. She quickly remembered herself and pulled her hand away as if she had been caught doing something dirty. The light scent of her body assured him that her actions were less then innocent.
A blush stained her cheek and she refused to look at him. " We should get some sleep," was all she could manage to say.
He nodded and sat down next to the bed. Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes. She took it to mean he was dismissing her, but really he was trying to collect his thoughts and rein in his self-control. There was a force growing inside him that wanted something very badly, something that could be dangerous, especially to Kagome. He heard her turn out the light and climb into bed. Her scent was surrounding him in this room, making him feel lightheaded. He knew that there was no chance of getting any sleep tonight.
His eyes opened in thoughtful reverie. He finally had to face it. He had marked her. This was a very serious manner that even he didn't know all the repercussions to. Demons did not mark another creature, either a fellow demon or, in rare cases, a human, unless they intended that person as their future mate. The mark was permanent. Humans of Kagome's time would not understand it but other demons would be able to tell instantly that this girl was his. A small feeling of self-satisfaction entered his mind when he thought on the next time Kouga decided to grace them with his presence. The wolf could no longer protest that he had claim on the girl. By ancient rites and demon instincts Inuyasha could kill the wolf if he laid one finger on his Kagome now.
He frowned at another thought. Kagome's world did not live by the same rules. She didn't understand what this all meant. How very serious it was. Kagome was his by his demon nature. If she didn't accept him, she was human and could pick another mate, but he would be helpless to move on. He was mated to her for life, whether they completed the physical act or not.
Damn it! Why had he acted so rashly? He cursed at him self.
He hadn't thought of the consequences at the time. His demon called him to act. He had never wanted anything as badly as he'd wanted to mark her. He wanted Kagome, he'd known that for a while now. Even with Kikyo still roaming the earth, he had wrestled with his guilt and his desires. He shouldn't be having feelings for another woman when Kikyo's soul was still in unrest. He had promised to protect her. But, he thought, he had also promised to protest Kagome. And he had fulfilled and remade that promise a thousand times. The time in the past that he had spent with Kikyo had been fleeting and fast. He'd fallen in love with her instantly. Rashly, he realized. Their so-called trust was so easily broken by Naraku. There had been so many secrets between them. A lot of them his secrets. Secrets that Kagome knew.
There was a lot of things Kagome knew about him that Kikyo would never.
Kikyo had tried to kill him all those years ago because she believed that he betrayed her. Naraku had also tried to possess Kagome, so had Menoumaru. (Bad guy, 1st movie.) They had tried to use her to kill him. But she had defied them all and refused to leave him. Even under Tsubaki's curse by the poisoned shikon no tama, she had the strength to fight her possession and tell him to run. Kagome was willing to give her life to save his. Kagome trusted him
And he, after much time and trials, finally trusted her. He realized that he trusted her more then he ever had Kikyo. No matter what Naraku tried to do, his trust in Kagome would never falter.
He remembered his promise to Kikyo, somewhat sadly. He would protect her and part of him would always love her, but she wasn't Kagome.
Kagome accepted him fully. Even after he transformed into a full demon and killed all those bandits, those humans. She didn't turn away in disgust or hatred as he expected.
As Kikyo would have done, as small voice in his head whispered.
He sighed. He was so confused sometimes. Was it possible to love two women at once? Yes, he realized. But the fact remained that no matter what the future might have held for him and Kikyo, that future was gone. Little by little he had mourned her death and come to accept the fact that they would never be together. He couldn't deny what his senses told him any longer. Kikyo's body was cold and barren. Her scent was that of old death and bones. She was no longer the righteous, pure miko he had fallen in love with. What he loved was an idea, a ghost. And part of him screamed that he was a fool not to see the real live, breathing girl in front of him that he had come to cherish more then his own life.
What happened to him and Kikyo was tragic. But it was reality. There was still hope for him to be happy in his life, and Kagome, though they often fought, made him happy. He spent a lot of time and energy to mask his feelings, but he couldn't fool himself.
But, even if Kagome accepted his demon nature, would she accept him as her mate?
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Kagome laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She assumed that Inuyasha had already fallen asleep. Only the top of his head peeked out over the edge of the bed. She resisted the urge to reach out and stroke his hair, or his ears. She held still, suddenly not trusting herself. This whole night had been so strange, so uncharacteristic of either of them, and yet, so wonderful.
She knew she should ask him about the scar. It must mean something, he would never hurt or damage her on purpose.
Flashes of memory of the past few hours flickered through her mind.
The way he pressed against her so demanding. The way her body had melded to his, her hips rocking in time with his movements. It resembled dancing less then it resembled what she had pictured them doing together in private, and with less clothing.
Her eyes slid closed. She envisioned the last sweet strains of the music. He was standing behind her, grinding his hips against her back side in an almost helpless need. His warm breath tickled her neck. She felt his mouth envelope the smooth curve where her neck and shoulder met. When his fangs bit down, deep enough to draw blood, her world had turned into a haze of crimson pleasure. Her vision blurred and the club around them disappeared. All she felt was the tightening of her muscles, and then the sweet, violent release. Her body shook with the effort of standing and her lips parted to emit a low moan that did not give justice to the singing of her entire being.
His tongue had caressed her. Cleaning up the last of her blood, before she had offered him her hand and he gentley suckled each finger tip. That alone had almost been enough to build her up and bring her crashing down again.
What had he done to her? Not just tonight, but ever since the moment they met. What had he done to her? Or, what had she done to herself? Falling in love with a half-demon that had promised his life to another? Inuyasha cared about her, Kagome knew that, but could he ever be with her? Could he ever let go of the guilt he felt for Kikyo's death and her sad resurrection?
As if mirroring her mood, she heard him sigh forlornly.
She hesitated a moment before softly calling his name.
His ears twitched on top of his head in the cutest way, making the temptation to rub them even harder to resist. He turned towards her slightly."What?"
"Can't sleep." She rolled onto her side, facing his profile.
He couldn’t tell if she was asking or stating a fact, but it seemed that neither of them was surrendering to the unconsciousness any time soon.
"Are you uncomfortable? On the floor, I mean."
"It's okay," he looked down, running his hand over the carpet. "Its softer then the ground outside, at least."
"Well, you could.....I mean only... only if you wanted to....but you could sleep up here. With me."
The slight widening of his eyes was the only response that he had heard her. He seemed at a loss for words for a moment.
"Would that be okay?" In actuality he was quite comfortable where he was but the idea of falling to sleep with Kagome's body pressed against him was too tempting. On second thought the immediate reaction of his body to the idea made him pause. But she had already moved to the far wall and held the blankets up in invitation. He could see how her thin cotton night gown had been pushed several inches up her thighs as she moved around. Her normally pale complexion had been tanned to an enticing bronze sheen from their adventures out in the wild.
The slight of her like this made his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and carefully climbed in to the bed. It was a bit small for the two of them to lie side by side. Inuyasha shifted so that he was lying on his side looking at Kagome. Her hands were nervously knotted in the sheets. The silence stretched on uncomfortably.
It was Kagome who spoke first. "What does it mean?" It was all she said, but he understood. He reached out his hand and lightly brushed against the raised skin on her neck. It made her shiver.
"I'm not entirely sure." It was the truth. Being a hanyou shunned by all other demons, there was no one to explain the complexities of mating. He had the general idea down, sure, but the emotions and rituals attached to the physical act were a mystery to him. For once he wished Myoga were around. The little flea seemed to know a lot about inu youkai and their nature.
"It didn't hurt." She whispered, breaking into his thoughts. "It still doesn't."
He let his fingers train over the ridges of his bite mark and noticed that her scent was rising again. Her most private, personal scent. He tried not to let it cloud his brain, but it was already affecting him. He watched entranced as her eyes slid closed. She turned her head to the side, allowing him better access. He stroked the area lightly, teasing his way around the wound before finally touching it. Her murmurs of pleasure melted his inside like liquid fire. She was beautiful like this, so submissive and wanting of his touch.
"Why..." she swallowed and tried again to speak. "Why does it make me feel this way?"
The distance between them was shrinking. He realized he was leaning towards her. His mouth was by her ear. "How does it make you feel?" he whispered.
Her heart was thundering in her chest. She clenched her knees together, trying to relieve the pressure building between her legs. Her mouth opened, by the only sound she could produce was a whimper.
His tongue snaked out to experimentally caress her lobe. Her hand shoot out, fisting her small fingers in his shirt. He repeated his movement again, this time taking the soft flesh of her ear into his mouth, sucking gently. Her body bucked against him which a need her scent was screaming had to be fulfilled.
"Inuyasha," she panted. " What's happening?"
"I don't know." his voice was breathy and distant in his head, as if someone else was speaking. The hand that had been stroking her neck slide down her body, lightly gliding over her breast before continuing down. He stopped just below the hem of her night gown. It was as if his fingers had a mind of their own when they moved upwards, this time going under the fabric. He stopped at her bare hip, his thumb lightly stroking her thigh, so close to her core that he could feel her heat. Every second he moved closer. "I don't know," he repeated. "Tell me to stop."
She didn't respond except to pull him closer and bury her face in his shoulder. Small gasps escaped her. These feeling, this power had gone beyond their sense of rational or control. She clung to him, afraid, but anxious. He was so close to touching her and she was even closer to falling into oblivion.
He was kissing his way down her neck, his tongue traced the mark. "Tell me to stop." he was nearly desperate now. He couldn't control himself. It was like his body had been taken over. He had wanted her for so long that he could no longer deny himself this. If she would only tell him that she didn't want this, then he could regain control. The last thing he wished was to hurt her. If he took her against her will, he would never forgive himself. "Kagome, please....," he begged. If she would only say it.
He managed to still his hand, but then her legs fell open to his curious finger. He was just a breath away from the essence of her. "Please, Inuyasha..." He waited, and then she said the words that broke him.
"Don't stop, please...,"
The world seemed to pause for a moment, his heart stilled and in that second he realized that he cherished this girl more then anything, anyone in the world. He had never desired anything more then this instant. She accepted him. She trusted him. She wanted him. He growled in fierce satisfaction as the same feeling wash over him as when they were dancing. Almost against his will he bared his teeth and reopened the wound he'd earlier made. Her blood flowed into his mouth, intoxicating him completely.
She shattered. The world splintered into a thousand shuttering pieces. She didn't even notice Inuyasha's claw slicing through the fabric of her panties until his fingers were down there, caressing her. He rubbed the engorged flesh, prolonging her orgasm. Every muscle shook until she feared she would break apart. It was too much. Too much. She tried to speak, but couldn't form sound. She couldn't even moan while her mouth hung slack in a soundless scream. Her fingers wrenched at the fabric of his shirt in time with the waves of her body.
By the time it was over she couldn't have remembered her own name. Inuyasha was lapping around the open wound. He had mercifully extracted his probing fingers and was massaging her hip with his hand. The scent of salt stung his noise. When he saw that Kagome was crying, it sobered his feral instincts and his human heart took over. He'd hurt her. Somehow he had misunderstood and gone and done what he feared he would. He wiped the tears away, frantic to right the wrong he'd done her. Her hand came to rest atop his, and a smile parted her lips.
He stared back, confused and frightened. "Gomen, did I hurt you? I never meant to..."
She put a finger to his lips, stopping the words. "Inuyasha, that was ... wonderful."
He relaxed a little. "I didn't hurt you?"
"Not even close," her smile was so endearing that he had to smile back.
But then he frowned. "But you were crying."
"Gomen, I was just overwhelmed. I've never felt anything like that. I've never done anything ... like this."
He tilted his head to look at her better and gave a lopsided smile, "Neither have I."
Her hand cupped his face, stroking her thumb over his cheek. He endured her light ministrations for a few moment before taking her hand in his own. He moved her finger up to his head at the base of his ear. Kagome flashed him a bemused smile before complying with his silent request. In turn he buried his face against her collar. A deep rumbling started in his chest, slowing transforming into a full throated growl. It startled her at first, but she soon realized it was a reflection of his contentment. His hands began to roam again, touching every area of exposed flesh on her body. His claws left thin red welts in their wake that disappeared moments after being made.
He moved his claws tentatively up her thigh, just barely brushing the nest of dark curls before backing away and tracing the path again. Kagome was quivering next to him. Her hands had gone slack on his ears, she was taught with anticipation. He moved closer to her core, this time pressing lightly against the heated flesh. When he moved his hand away she groaned aloud in frustration.
"Do you want me to touch you?" he whispered into her ear. His fingers were back at her entrance, just resting there.
She thrust her hips against his hand in desperation, and nodded, unable to give voice to her desires. She was embarrassed by how wanton she had become in one night. She loved Inuyasha, but she had never asked if he felt the same. A part of her broke to think that he could make love to her but not be in love with her. Still, she wanted this too much. Her body wanted it too much. Tomorrow she would be grieve for her broken heart, but at least she could have the memory of tonight.
Slowly he started gliding his fingers over her womanhood, made slick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. His probing lead him to her entrance. He circled the small opening. She was frozen in anticipation, but nearly strangled him when he took his hand away.
He smirked at her frustration. He neatly clipped off two of his claws using his teeth.
"Why did yo..." her words disolved in to a groan as he slowly slide one of the newly manicured digits inside her. He watched fascinated to see the play of emotions across her face. He wished she would look at him, but her eyes had screwed shut the second he entered her. Slowly he increased the pace until she was making incoherent noises of encouragement. The ripple of her inner muscles as well as the death grip she had regained on his shirt told him that he once again helped her over the peak of ecstasy.
She gasped for air, occasionally an aftershock would reclaim her, making her whole body shiver. Inuyasha's hand was rubbing her hip again.
"Kagome?"
She looked at him after some effort.
"Kagome," he looked away, suddenly embarrassed. "Do you.... I mean, would you......"
Seeing his inability to continue she asked, "You can tell me Inuyasha. What is it?"
"I.." He looked deep into her smoky eyes. "I want to make you my mate. For real this time."
"This time?"
He stroked the newly healed mark on her neck. "That is what this means. Demons only mark those they intend to make their mate. permanently. The ritual is not complete until....until we're joined...physically." His face was burning by the time he finished. When she didn't respond immediately, his heart sank. She didn't want him after all.
"Inuyasha, I... I don't know what to say. If this is permanent, does that mean we'll be together, always?"
"For the rest of our lives," he nodded. "Inu youkai mate for life to a single mate."
A single mate. Her mind seemed fuzzy and incapable of comprehension. That would mean that Inuyasha was all hers, forever. Not Kikyo's, but hers. He wanted her to be by his side always. To be his "mate" as he called it. The happiness consumed her, she wanted nothing more then to accept his humble offer. But first, there was something important she needed to know.
"Inuyasha, do you love me?"
The uncertainty that lingered in her eyes cut him down to his core. How could she doubt the feeling he had for her? But then he realized, how could she not? He had never really shown her. He took her chin between his fingers, lifting her face to meet her down cast eyes. "Kagome..." was all he got out before leaning forward to give her the softest, most passionate kiss. Their lips melded together like something broken that had found its missing half. Then he pulled back so that his lips brushed hers with every word, he looked her deeply in the eyes. "How could I not love you? You complete me in a way no one ever could."
It was the right thing to say. She flew into his arms, returning his gentle kiss with one more innocent, but no less demanding. " I love you Inuyasha." She whispered, once their lips had parted. "For so long I've loved you. But I didn't know how to say it."
"You could show me," he smiled.
She smiled back. Their mouths met, soft at first, then more firmly. He tentatively brushed his tongue against her lips. She hesitated but then gave in to his subtle plea. Their tongues met, rolling against one another in a soft battle. By the time they pulled away both of them were breathless.
He wanted to kiss her everywhere. He started with her neck. His lips caressed the sensitive skin and nipped her gently with his teeth, causing her to gasp. Her hand moved over his chest, restless and uncertain what she should be doing. She tugged on the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against her.
He pulled away long enough to oblige her silent request, but stopped her hands as she reached out to him. "You too." he said, nodding towards her disheveled night gown.
A stain of pink colored her cheeks. He had already touched her in the most intimate areas of her body, but she was still nervous about being so vulnerable and exposed in front of him. She knew he had caught glimpses of her naked before, but this was different.
Gathering her courage she sat up and quickly slipped the gown over her head. It hadn't even hit the floor before she buried herself up to her neck in the sheets. She could feel his eyes on her, though hers were closed. With a deep breath she eased her grip on the blankets and waited. He grasped a handful of sheet and gently tugged them over her collar bone, down the slope of her chest before gliding away from her breasts. He could see the tension in her body, fighting the urge to cover herself. The blanket went slack, falling over her waist. He meticulously traced the curves of her breast, first with his eyes, followed by one curious claw. Leaning forward, his tongue flicked across the beaded peak of one nipple. Her fists clenched in the sheets. He took the whole of the tiny peak into his mouth, running his tongue over and over the sentative flesh. His other hand came up to caress its neglected twin. Kagome was stirring beneath him, making desperate mewling noises. It spurred his encouragement and he let his hand trail from her breast down her stomach.
He was stroking her there again. Her small hands could do no more then restlessly move over his arms and chest. His fingers were dancing over her wet folds, seeking entrance and finding purchase in the deep center of her. She felt her body pleasantly stretch as he pleased her with a one before adding a second. His mouth had moved to met her own. She kissed him deep and fierce. It was the only way to truly communicate the sensations he gave her.
He brought her close the edge, evident by the way her body tightened around his hand in anticipation. But before she could fall into the sweet oblivion of pleasure, he took the sensation away. He couldn't wait any longer. He was damn surprised he'd lasted this long. He had wanted Kagome for months now, but every since they'd been pressed against one another on that dance floor, the need become absolutely unbearable.
"Are you sure you want this?" He needed to know. This bond was not something one entered into lightly. Though he was already tied to her for life, she still had a choice.
Kagome looked up at him, hazy eyed but coherent. Her only answer was a smile and a kiss. One that translated all her love and devotion that had been there all along. He just needed to realize it.
It was all the answer he needed. He shifted away from her for a moment. The black shorts fell the the floor beside her night gown. He moved back to her, gently easing her legs apart . He knelt between them, suddenly dizzy with her scent. She was beautiful like this, he thought, as he gazed down upon her. Her skin slightly flush, her hair spread out on the pillow in a obsidian wave. She gazed back at him with luminescent eyes, so full of love and trust that it made his heart squeeze at the thought of ever being without her.
He positioned his body above her. Though he had never had physical relations with a woman before, he knew this was the way humans seemed to prefer to take their mates. His kind preferred it a bit differently, but for Kagome's sake, and partially because he wanted the fierce satisfaction of seeing raw pleasure written on his mate's face as he took her, he used the human position.
One last time, he looked into her eyes. She was nervous, perhaps a bit scared. It was to be expected. But despite it she gave him a shaky smile and a small nod. She wanted this as much as he did.
Gently, he guided himself into her. The warmth of her body was indescribable. But he couldn't dwell on the feeling, instead he harnessed his control. He wanted her next orgasm to be by him and him alone.
As he eased into her slowly, the pain was sharp and immediate. Her body burned and it brought tears to her eyes.
"I'll stop," he whispered, seeing her discomfort. "We don't have to..."
"No." She wrapped her arms around his back to hold him in place, her face burying in his neck. "No, stay. Just stay still a while."
If he left her now she wasn't certain she could do this again. The pain was so raw and intimate, it scared her. The longer she waited, the more she relaxed and soon the pain lessened to a dull ache. She pushed down on his lower back, urging him forward until he was completely inside her. It hurt, but she bore the pain because somewhere teasing at the edges was a different feeling. A primal throbbing of his body in time with her own. The completion of them both and the rush of blood that made her want this despite any pain or discomfort. It was more then physical, it cut down to the core of her. She loved him and wanted him.
Holding his weight on one arm, his other hand cupped her cheek, coaxing her to look at him. He saw the tears had dried on her cheeks.. His head bent to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. He kissed her face with a reverent care. It was devastating how much his body needed to be moving inside her. How damning it was to lie so still with the tight warmth surrounding him. It was a feeling so new, one his wanted to explore. But he stilled his body for her, for his Kagome. He knew that he would hurt her at first, it was inevitable. But he never wanted to hurt her again. He could wait until she was ready.
When her body finally relaxed and learned to accept the blunt weight of him between her thighs, she shifted under him. The smooth friction made her quietly moan and then he knew it was okay to move. It started slow, and a little awkward for both of them. It only took a moment or two for him to find a comfortable rhythm, one that has her writhing against him as little noises escaped her. He slowly increased his pace. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and between her breasts. He looked down at her. Kagome had closed her eyes. With each thrust her dark brow knit together in a bewitching fashion. She was panting for breath, and those little noises she had been making soon grew into full throated moans. He touched her cheek, causing her eyes to flutter open. They stayed locked in each others gaze. The animalistic need in his eyes that was only for her sent a bolt of warm heat from her belly straight to where his body was locked with her own. She felt her body tightening into an ever shrinking coil. The release of which loomed just out side her grasp. Her nails scratched desperately against his back, leaving thin red welts in their wake. Her hips flexed against his, wanting him to go faster. She hungrily sought his mouth with her own. She kissed him with a passion that rivaled his own
She was so close, he could tell. He pulled back until he was just barely inside her. He moved back and forth in short, teasing movements. She stilled, concentrating so hard on the tiny sensations. Her body tightened around him, wanting to feel more. Just when she could no longer take the taunting feeling, he thrust swiftly forward, burying all of him in her. She cried out, incoherent with the felling of him.
Her delicate scent spiked sharply as her body quivered. The erotic sight of her face twisted in agonizing pleasure, broke his control. He drove himself into her with desperate need. The warm, wet feel around him rubbed in just the right way. He howled aloud in masculine ecstacy as he spilled into her welcoming body. She held him close, surprised to feel him shivering. They'd both been overwhelmed by this first experience, but glad to share it with each other. She rubbed his back, shivering as his body gave a few last pulses deep inside her. He slowly pulled away, reluctant to leave the warmth of her. He laid his head on her stomach and let her hands idly run through his hair. He growled low in his chest when she lightly stroked his ears.
"I'd stop that, unless you want to do this all over again." he snuggled against her stomach, nipping at the dip of her belly button.
She let out a giggle that disintegrated into a yawn. She glanced at her bedside clock. "Oh my god! It three o'clock in the morning."
He rolled his eyes up to look at her. "Are you complaining?"
"No," she laughed. "But we should try to get some sleep."
He nodded. She was exhausted, he could tell. He wouldn't admit it but he was pretty beat too. He rolled off her onto the bed, pulling her along side him. She rested her head on his chest. "Sleep," he commanded.
Pressed against him like this, listening to his heart beat beneath her ear, it made her feel like she had finally come home. Finally found her place between the two worlds she traveled. But there were still many unanswered questions.
"Inuyasha, what happens next?"
"You mean the part where we go to sleep?"
"After that."
"Well," he thought a moment. "We find the shikon shards, destroy Naraku, and somewhere in between, we definitely do this more often."
She was not swayed by his humor. She didn't want to ask, but she had to. "And the next time we meet Kikyo?"
He brow crinkled in thought. "Its hard to say. She's no longer human, so there is a good chance she'll be able to tell what's happened between us. Kouga will for sure."
"They will? How?"
"Your mark. It tell other demons that you're mated. Kouga no longer has any claim on you as an eligible female. Unless he kills me," she gasped and looked up at him, worried. "Which he can't." he assured her, but it did little to help. She knew how their tempers flaired when the wolf prince came into play. Kouga was too competitive to give Kagome up to a half-demon like Inuyasha. "There will also be a spiritual connection between us, easily sense by those with spiritual powers."
It was true she could feel something between them, much more then anything that was there before. She could sense him like when she felt the pull of a shikon shard, but different. This was much more intimate. At first she thought she'd been imagining it.
"I guess we'll just have to deal with things as they come." He kissed the top of her head. "Whatever happens never doubt how I feel about you, Kagome. You are my mate now. My only mate. Your mine to protect." He tilted her head up to look at him. "I love you. You are mine."
Her mouth opened to protest, but then she changed course, "Does that mean you're mine, too?"
He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "I suppose so," he groaned.
The look in her eyes sober him. He looked deep into them, serious this time. "Yes, for all times."
They kissed, almost as if sealing an agreement. She laid her head back down on his chest and closed her eyes to sleep. He gazed down at her, amazed by how deep his feeling for her ran. He'd just closed his eyes to join her in sleep when she said his name.
"Inuyasha?"
"Yes?" He yawned.
"We need to go dancing more often."
His lips twisted into a smile. "Anytime," he said, "as long as I don't have to wear those sneaker things again."
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Author's note: I know that I originally labeled the chapter as part one of two, and two of two, but now I think I'll write a third about the morning after and the residual effect in the feudal era. So be expecting that in a week or so. I wish it could be faster, but it is finals week and all. You understand, I'm sure.
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