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The mere brush of her lips was intoxicating. He felt drunk, and nearly like he wasn’t even in his own body. It had to be a dream.

Kagome was kissing him sweetly, lovingly, and passionately as her hands moved gently and soothingly through his silver tresses, across his cheeks, and over his neck.

This was bad.

This was very bad.

But Inuyasha was weak and he couldn’t push her away. What if she never touched him again? No hugs? No hand on his arm? No sharing lunches? No…nothing?

This was fragile.

A delicate situation.

Inuyasha was so out of his element in more ways than one. Sure, he wasn’t a virgin, but this– this whole thing just seemed so different.

Kagome was just different.

She moved slowly as if not to to startle him as she continued to coax him to kiss her back, her leg straddling him, gliding herself to sit on top of him. Her tongue entered his mouth as he gasped from the change in position, and she enticed his own to taste what was in her mouth. Even though they had just enjoyed dinner, she tasted just like she smelled–like honey. Lemon was present as well, and he found he couldn’t get enough.

Moaning into her mouth, he heard her hum of approval as they continued their make-out session. Her hands continued to hold him, unyielding, and prohibiting him from pulling away from her. As if the hanyou even had the strength to do so. As if he’d even want to.

Kagome rose to her knees, making her taller and encouraging him to arch his neck up to continue to receive her endearments that were slowly evolving to something more heated. Her lips left his first, making him whine like a goddamn dog as she placed sweet, tender pecks all over his face and even tickled his ears as her loving mouth caught them in her wake.

Loving. That was all Inuyasha felt like he could describe Kagome as but that was what she was–she was loving him.

It felt wrong.

It felt right.

He never wanted it to end.

Even though he knew it should. 

Even though he knew it had to.

“You’re perfect, Inuyasha,” she whispered into his ear before she nuzzled it with her nose.

“Ka–Kagome–” he groaned as she kissed the space on his head where, if he was human, his ears would have sat, before her dainty fingers began to loosen and undo the buttons on his shirt. Her core landed back down on his length, bringing it to full attention as she subtly grounded against him as her lips continued dancing on all the surfaces on his face. He was startled, inhaling sharply only to be given more kisses to distract him from his growing worries and guilt he was feeling about taking advantage of her kind, caring heart.

“Let me,” she pleaded gently, her hands working down his shirt until his chest was completely exposed to her.

Lightly, her palms brushed over his bare abdominals. Fuck, it felt so fucking amazing for something so simple. But that was it, wasn’t it? It wasn’t simple. For them, things had never been simple. Everything between them was complicated. Distance. Boyfriends. Jobs.

Shit. This was a terrible idea.

Her lips trailed down his jaw and neck, her tongue laving up his throat, making him growl in delight unabashedly. Initially, he was embarrassed, but hearing Kagome moan her approval as she scooted backwards off his lap, making him miss the heat of her sex pressed against his own.

His hand reached out, trying to beacon her to come back and never leave him again. Her mouth curved into a shy, but mischievous, smile as she shook her head no just as her hands dropped to the hem of her shirt.

Before Inuyasha could say anything, Kagome pulled up her shirt, revealing her white, lacy bra that covered her perky breasts that were nearly spilling out from the garment. Distracted, speechless, and nearly whining from how amazing and gorgeous she looked, Kagome gripped the zipper on her navy skirt and unzipped it, letting it drop to the ground. 

She was a fucking goddess. 

Her hand reached behind her and she unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts free. They bounced, but dear god, they were fucking perfect. Just like her. Everything about her. The attitude. The loyalty. The body. The spirit. The joy. The eyes. The hair.

How had Inuyasha fallen so hard for this woman who picked fights with him to make him speak in English?

How had he fallen so hard for this woman who dragged him out of his shell so quickly and so hard?

Whatever the answer, he watched her step out of her panties, and then felt her hands come to rest on his thighs, grabbing them and then stroking upward to his belt. She gave a slight tug, her eyes locking with his as she pulled, asking for his permission.

“Ka–Kagome–” Was that all he could say outside of his pathetic whimpering and whining? Just her name? To be fair, her name left his mouth like a goddamn prayer. 

“Let me show you–I want to show you how much you matter–how much you mean to me,” Kagome said, her voice lighter than air as she undid his belt and then his pants. His hips moved on their own as he groaned and helped her lower his pants to the ground as she kneeled between his legs. 

What was she doing? Why was she kneeling? 

Her hand came up and grabbed his hard dick, making him growl and his palms slap down on the couch to brace himself from the indescribable surge of pleasure that began to riddle his body from her sheer touch. Kagome began to stroke him and he reached for her to try and kiss her senseless, to thank her for everything she had done and to tell her that she didn’t need to do anything else, but she dodged his hand, a heavy breath leaving her in the process as Kagome shook her head in disagreement. Before Inuyasha could question why, or what was wrong, she licked her lips and then lowered herself to lick his sex from head to balls. 

Holy shit.

Had this ever felt so good?

Kagome laved up and down, making him nearly lose himself right then and moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she took him fully into her mouth, her spit drenching him and making him slick as fuck as her hand came to cover him where she couldn’t fit the rest of him in. Why was she doing this for him? Why was she the one making him feel so good?

Shouldn’t it have been him? Correction; it should have been him making her this helpless and blissed out: her fingers should have been the ones clawing the couch; her head should have been shaking; her voice should have been cracking–it was Kagome who should have been thinking the world was going to crumble around her as his mouth ravaged her most intimate places.

But no, it was him who was experiencing the best blow job of his life. Her hot, slick, wet mouth bobbed up and down his shaft, her hand mirroring the motions so none of him was neglected, while the other hand squeezed and kneaded his thighs, switching to his balls, keeping him on his figurative toes. The hair on his arms and legs stood at attention, mimicking his cock, which was nearly buried in her throat. He smelled the dampness of her heat dripping from it, her breasts pushing against his legs, her body writhing from her own enjoyment, and her sighs and moans of her own as she sucked him off.

The smell of lemon and cinnamon flooded his living room, likely expanding throughout his apartment. Fuck. It would take weeks to get out–not that he was going to complain. Inuyasha loved the scent of lavender and honey, but it was a five-hundred times better mixed with her scent of arousal.  

How was she so turned on by what she was doing?

Inuyasha snarled when he felt her teeth lightly graze the underside of his cock as she came up and twirled her tongue around his head, and then over the slit to lick up some of the precum he had released in his excitement. 

“F-fuck! Ka–Kagome–!” He was struggling to breathe normally (as normally as possible with a girl on his throbbing member) when he whimpered from the immediate loss of Kagome, as an arousing pop echoed his apartment that had escaped from her mouth as she released him and rose to her feet.

His hands went and grabbed her, pulling her to him, his body acting on its own accord, dying to close the space that grew between them, or at least, it felt like he would perish if they weren’t physically touching. This time, Kagome came willingly and she sat on top of him, his length pressing into her wet folds, making them both hiss from the stimulating contact. 

Kagome began to thread her fingers through his hair again, brushing it from his face as he gasped for air, her own uneven breath tickling his nose and chin. His heart was racing the way her sapphire eyes danced and glimmered in the moonlight that was entering his window, basking her in a heavenly glow that made her look angelic.

Fuck. Inuyasha had gone soft.

His heart had run away.

His body was out of reach.

And Kagome–Kagome was the siren that called every inch of him.

His hands traced her hips, palming her firmly, making sure she was actually tangible and this wasn’t some crazy, conjured dream as his hands slowly inched up to brush against her curves, feeling how smooth her skin felt beneath his fingertips, the need for her growing along with the ache in his stomach. 

Inuyasha began to try and lift her from him, wanting to make sure he tasted him and made her release before getting his own, but Kagome shook her head, grasping one of his hands to still him while her other cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing his parted lips, trying to ask what was wrong and why when her lips kissed his eyebrows, his nose, his cheeks, and then finally his waiting lips. She pulled away too quickly, but his eyes opened (he hadn’t even known they had closed from bliss) and caught her sweet, tender, caring smile.

“No,” she said so gently he felt like his heart might shatter because she was being so kind. No–not his heart. The wall–the wall he had built around himself so no one could ever hurt him. That was what was breaking and coming down with the soft soothing touch of her body against his. “Tonight is about you–I need you to understand how special you are, Inuyasha. I need you to know how cherished and how easy you are to love. You are good. You are worthy of everything and more.”

Her thumb brushed against his cheek and he felt moisture. Both her hands came to cup his face and she kissed him delicately, sweetly, comfortingly…

“Kagome–I wanted to–to taste–” She interrupted him, one of her hands swiftly coming between their chests, and then back to press against his mouth. Inuyasha immediately lapped up the juices she shared; if it was the only sample he would get, he would drink her up with vigor.

“You’re safe here with me. It’s okay to be real with me. I want…” Kagome sucked in a breath and held it, her eyes shining and dancing. She was fucking radiant. Luminescent. This would be the moment he would forever picture–the last thing he would see before he closed his eyes for the final time.

Kagome moved erotically, moving her legs to rest on the outside of his thighs so she was straddling him; the slick wetness of her opening barely hovering above him made him nearly tremble (oh, who was he kidding, he was fucking dying) as she rubbed herself teasingly against the tip of his head. Wiggling her hips slowly over his dick, she lowered herself further and further until her dripping sex was taking him in. It was almost painful how gradually she sank down on him. But he was stretching her; not only could he feel the pressure from her walls, gripping him tightly, but also the hiss that slipped out of her mouth told him to remain still and patient. Once she was fully seated on his hips, her head dropped to his shoulder as she took gaping, shuddering breaths to steady herself. His hands gripped her perfectly rounded ass, rubbing it with his thumbs to try and comfort her from the invasion in her body. 

Kagome squeezed him, testing how he felt inside her, making him whimper with how good she felt wrapped around his length. Her hips began to rotate, bringing a loud rumble of pleasure from his chest before he groaned from her bottom lifting off his lap only to sink back down on top of his thighs. She repeated the motion, rebuilding the desperation that was nearly ready to spill out from him that was dangerously bubbling inside his gut. His hands moved up and down her sides, unsure where to even grab. Her body was so soft, warm, welcoming, sweaty from lust and work, and he couldn’t get enough.

For a moment, he cupped her breasts, letting his thumbs dance over her nipples, earning him a hiss and a shuddering movement from her, showing him she needed help in maintaining her speed. One hand dropped to her ass, helping lift her to keep her speed and intensity as Kagome seemed to desire the control of the night.

How did she feel so good?

Why was this so amazing?

How did he feel so powerless yet strong at the same time?

Inuyasha’s ear twitched, hearing Kagome’s phone ring, nearly pulling him out of his blissful, high-like state until she began to move faster, dragging him back in under her spell, his demonic senses consumed by her and only her as she rode his cock.

His hips began to meet her thrusts, making her mons jiggle as they met his legs. Fuck, she was so sexy. Her body, her sighs, her moans, her cries, the unsteady breathing, the pawing of her hands as she tried to take control–

The whole scene was a fucking dream.

The phone began to chirp again–or had it even stopped? But Kagome paid it no mind as she was on a mission; she began to grind against him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, making her mewls louder and more uncontrollable. Inuyasha used his hands to steady her, still matching her rhythm, allowing her request to be in control to continue.

“Inu–yasha–” The way his name left her mouth brokenly made him growl and steal kisses from her cheeks, her neck, and her collarbone. He knew he needed to be careful as she was in the wedding tomorrow and pictures would document any scratches or hickeys.

“Ka–Kagome–” Her name mirrored his, leaving his own throat in a groan, a pleading tone for whatever she would give him.

The phone was back, but still, Kagome ignored it, bouncing up and down on him instead, singing out his name and curse words for him and making his balls tighter and tighter, taunting him and teasing him to release–but no. He wouldn’t. No. Not until she found hers. His hand came between them, and his knuckle took the place of his pelvis so that he could try and bring about her orgasm.

The stupid thing just kept ringing and ringing, nearly driving him insane, but it kept him hanging on by the figurative thread he was holding onto to stave off cumming before Kagome. She clearly began to take notice of the damn cellphone as Kagome started growling in her annoyance, but not stop in her onslaught of riding him and taking him further and further into her weeping snatch. It was rather distracting, what with her rubbing one of his ears, her hand splayed on his chest, and her hips bouncing against his, encouraging his to meet hers half way to fill her completely.

“In–Inu!! I’m–” Kagome gasped, her head falling back over her shoulder, making her the most goddamn beautiful sight he had ever seen: her body glistening in sweat, her breasts bouncing, her hair fanning out and getting stuck to her body, her swollen lips parting as she panted, her blue eyes glazed over in lust and lov–no. 

No, he wouldn’t name that.

Not yet.

She paused, bringing him back to reality, bringing him out of his thoughts of her, only to be consumed by her as she pulsed around him as she called out his name. Her hands paused and grabbed at him as if searching for something to hang onto as she lost herself completely in her orgasm, ripping his own from him as he swore loudly.

They remained there for a moment before her phone rang again, making her growl and move away from him. Kagome pulled it from her bag, bending over in her naked form, making him want to take her again before she shouted into the phone, “What?!?!”

There was a pause and her eyes widened, she looked at him, looked at the door, and then back at him looking guilty and upset. “Alright! Alright, I–Yes–I’m coming–just–yes, I fucked up! I know I shouldn’t–Sango, wait! I didn’t mean–Alright! Bye!”

Well…that didn’t sound good.

“I’m so sorry, I gotta go right now !!” Kagome went and threw on her skirt, zipping her skin as he heard her curse and hiss from the sting before grabbing her bra, snapping the hooks, and then tossing her shirt over her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedding! Shit shit shit! I can’t believe I did this!!!”

And then she was out of his room and gone.

Just like that.

His cock still hard from the scents that still filled the room.

His waist still wet from where she had been straddling him.

No explanation of why.

No explanation of anything.

Inuyasha felt his heart stutter and he wanted nothing more than to curl in on himself… 

The pain of rejection.

The pain of her words.

The pain of regret.

Over and over the words she uttered as she ran out of his door, reeking of embarrassment and shame…

Why did she even want to see him at the wedding? Kagome had just left right before he could say… anything. Was it because she realized she had made such a terrible mistake? Was the phone call planned to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid? Like him? But it had been too late when it finally rang? Fuck.

Throwing his arm over his face, his fang over his lip, he growled and nearly began to let go of the pain he felt bubbling up and over his entire being.

God-fucking-dammit. Inuyasha would always be just a shitty, unfortunate mistake.

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The next morning, Inuyasha dragged himself out of bed. It almost felt like he was hung over with the weight of regret and dread that filled his being about showing up to Kagome’s friends’ wedding after what happened. How was he even gonna act normal after they had–after–everything the night before?

He’d been on cloud fucking nine–and of course it fell out from underneath him. Kagome was different from the others… But in reality, she knew being together was nothing more than a mistake. Her kind heart had merely misguided her…

There was no way in hell he was going to text Kikyo or Kagura back. They had blown up his phone, asking how everything went and if he finally ‘grew some balls’, and he refused to acknowledge anything that happened last night since Kagome had run away.

But at least Kagome still wanted to be friends.

That was at least a consolation out of everything.

Inuyasha guessed, anyway.

And that was better than nothing. Even though it was going to so fucking hard to try to be friends after…everything. It would probably work out when she went back to London: space was established. Maybe he’d get lucky and she just wouldn’t say anything at all and he could just fantasize about that night over and over.

Yeah. That sounded like the more realistic plan. Inuyasha wasn’t even that good at talking in Japanese. Communication was never his strong suit. But being bullied and never heard made him not want to say shit to anyone unless forced.

Which Kagome was good at.

Fuck.

This was harder than it should have been.

Correction; seeing her in her stunning bridesmaid’s dress was torture. It hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing every delicious mouth-watering curve she possessed, from her breasts to her hips. God-fucking-dammit.

Inuyasha knew it was a black-tie wedding, but after seeing her in nothing but the moonlight, the hanyou had forgotten how beautiful she was in actual clothing. The dress was a lighter purple, a color he hadn’t ever seen her wear before (yeah, Kagome made him soft and remember stupid details like that), but he would love to see her in that shade again. The dress itself was long and shimmering from the rays of sun that entered the church windows. Her hair was down, likely covering some of the marks he had left on her body in the heat of the moment, but it was curled, a more controlled look than her usual. Her eyes remained forward and her smile was bright as the photographer flashed photos of her as she approached to stand by the other women wearing the same dress in the front.

Once she was there, her eyes finally found his, and shockingly, glowed even more. Why was she smiling like that? Was she relieved he came after everything? Did she think she’d lost his friendship after the words she parted on?

Yeah…the night ended differently than how he imagined it (even though it went a hell of a lot further than he had dreamed, too) but no, he’d never abandon her or their friendship; Inuyasha knew Kagome’s heart and knew it held no malice. She was pure. And he had fucked up just as much, allowing her to act before thinking about her boyfriend or whatever Hojo was in London.

The wedding went quickly; the bride and groom (Sango and Miroku? He was pretty sure those were their names) were…almost gross with how in love with each other they were. They were whispering jokes to each other, sharing secret looks, and while their kiss was short (the bride clearly more bashful and reserved), the groom was far more grabby and showy in other ways as he smirked at her after their lips parted.

Inuyasha forgot how much he hated weddings. 

By the time his row was exiting, the shuttle was pulling up and Kagome had been ushered on by the bride. Before she was shoved in the bus, he saw her look back and mouth ‘sorry’ and he immediately forgave her. 

Inuyasha still hated weddings. Maybe even more than he had previously.

At the reception, Kagome was being pulled everywhere: by friends, the bride, the groom, her family, the families of the bride and the groom (he was pretty sure, anyway: there were so many people greeting her and it only made sense if they had all been friends in school)–it was hard for her to even get a moment to sit with him. Inuyasha didn’t make a fuss, not that he would have anyway, but even more so after last night, he was reserved about their interactions. The hanyou couldn’t lie; he felt out of place and even though people around him were trying to socialize, it didn’t help that his ears, his eyes, and his body kept twisting, turning, and following to find Kagome. 

The groom came on the microphone and everyone froze, including the figure Inuyasha had been entranced by all evening, and he began to chuckle.

“My dearest Sango, I never thought I would find myself here today but here we are. You finally made me want and desire to settle down. From the moment I met you, I knew my life was a sham and I wanted nothing more than to do anything to improve myself to be able to make myself worthy of you–of your time–of your family.

“Now, here we are, three years later, standing before your family–my new family, our friends, and I know I am still not worthy of you because of all the mistakes I have made, but I know I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up by being the best husband and partner that I can be.”

Everyone cooed and awed at Miroku’s words toward his wife, who was blushing as she stood by Kagome. Sango swiftly crossed the floor and took the microphone from him, but before she could clearly cut him off, the groom smirked and took her into his arms, wrapping his hands around her body, grabbing her shoulders and ass, kissing her, and earning claps and cheers. 

Inuyasha hated weddings. Really, really hated weddings.

They just reminded him of what he’d never have.

Not like he really wanted that kind of relationship with anyone aside from Kagome, but she even knew it would never work.

Sighing, he heard the groom regain control over the mic, one of his arms still slung around his blushing, swearing, but smiling wife, “And the next song goes out to her!”

The beating drums came on; it sounded like an old 80’s ballad, and he internally groaned as he watched people hurry and hustle to begin their slow dance. Dropping his head to see his glass of whiskey, Inuyasha grabbed it to take a swig of it. What he hadn’t anticipated was Kagome appearing in his line of vision as the glass glass touched his lips.

“Hey! I’m so, so, so sorry this trip has been so hectic! From yesterday to today–ugh! But! I’m here now, and should be yours for the rest of the night. Thanks for coming, by the way. I’m really, really, really glad you’re here.” Inuyasha blinked at her, unable to articulate any words as she rambled, obviously nervous and trying to…well, he wasn’t sure. How–why was she apologizing? Again? 

“So…do you–want to dance with me? We are at a wedding and–”

“Sure,” he cut her off, just wanting the nerves she radiated to stop.

She cheered and grabbed his hand and led the way for them to go…dance. As Kagome pulled him out to the ballroom floor where all the other couples were slow-dancing to the stupid Taylor Swift song, (How did he know it was her? Because every single girl in the reception hall screamed and awed the pop-star’s name, that’s how), Inuyasha couldn’t look her in the eye. Instead he just–held her close and tried to savor the contact with her. Last night had been a mistake. 

Kagome startled him; she turned to him and put her hands on his shoulders, and then slid them down to his hands, slowly shifting them to rest on her waist before replacing her hands on his shoulders she had left cold in her wake of moving his hands. It was nice to be touching her again. So subtle. So warm. So…

No. He needed to stop craving her. He needed to stop needing her like he needed air. 

“So…you’re quiet. What’s wrong?” Kagome asked, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck, stroking her hands against him gently and coaxingly. “Was…Was last night not…? I know that was… impulsive, but–”

“Kagome,” he started to cut her off, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to swallow because he just didn’t want to hear it. The sorry’s, the stammering, anything that had to do with last night, and how she shouldn’t have acted on anything–how her heart was too pure and caring that she had just miscalculated. 

“I–Inuyasha I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be so forward and I just missed you! Like–missed you so much and I just thought–or maybe I wasn’t thinking and I just–”

“Just stop, Kagome,” Inuyasha growled. “Can you just–” He knew he shouldn’t; he knew the question was bad and unwanted and would only cause issues between them and show her how much more the night before meant to him than it did to her, but… Inuyasha needed to get it off his chest if they were ever going to move forward and start back at their friendship. “Was last night just–were you just tryin’ to make yourself feel better? Were you just using me?”

Kagome was taken aback, her body tensing and her mouth opened and closed, her breathing quickening as her heart raced. Inuyasha would have laughed at her expression if it didn’t make him feel bad for asking, but she was sending him the weirdest signals. First, she cared–cared so much she’d allowed him into her body, and then–then it was a fucking mistake as she took off and ran after the phone call. After the wedding, it was like he didn’t exist and now that there was a slow fucking dance, she was completely pressed against him?? No. This shit just wasn’t adding up and he needed fucking answers.

“Why–how–what makes you–Inuyasha–why would you even ask that??” Kagome’s voice whispered, horrified by his question, which he found almost rather unfair, considering the circumstances around them.

“Hojo.” Inuyasha had more or less spat the name when he said it, and couldn’t help but feel some guilt in the way her eyes shifted in confusion. But then, they immediately hardened and her cheeks puffed out. 

“My brother??? What does he have to do with us ?” Kagome asked, her eyebrows furrowing and her body rigid, no longer swaying with the music.

“Your what?!?” Inuyasha shouted back, drawing attention towards them, but he really was–lost. Confused. 

However, Kagome rolled her eyes, her face still contracted with annoyance, and pulled away from him to grab his hand from her waist and tugged him off the dance floor. Inuyasha followed wordlessly, still likely in shock from what she said… Hojo–Hojo was her brother. But how? They didn’t even remotely smell like each other–or even share any inch of resemblance! If anything Inuyasha would have thought Kagome and Kikyo shared a family line! Distant cousins or something!

Finally away from people, Kagome looked around before pulling him into a single room bathroom. Just as the door closed, her demeanor shifted drastically. It was like his hand was on fire the way she dropped it so quickly. Her body shook and she finally turned around to face him, her bright blue eyes glowing with anger.

“Tell me why Hojo would have anything to do with my ‘using’ you,” Kagome ordered, her hands using quotation marks before she crossed her arms under her beautiful, luscious breasts he had yearned to taste last night, perking them up, but probably not intentionally. She was mad. Furious. And honestly, she had every right to be.

His mouth went dry and he tried to swallow, trying to speak as he felt his ears drop to his skull to hide his fuck up and misunderstanding.

Huffing, Kagome was clearly impatient as she clicked her tongue, “Hojo’s father married my mother when we were ten and my younger brother was five. We moved to London where he was stationed for the military. We were there for four years before we were moved back to Japan and Hojo and I wanted to go back for college; it was an easy decision since we were more or less fluent in English, so getting jobs in the university wasn’t difficult.

“I debated on accepting a full position when I finished my master’s when they offered it to me. There wasn’t anything in Japan aside from a couple of friends from high school that I’d been able to keep in touch with. Then I met you…

“I met you: an outcast; a beautiful man who was so sad and just needed a friend; a lonely soul who just wanted to belong but wouldn’t admit it; someone who was struggling and needed help… I didn’t intend to catch feelings, because I was happy and content with my life. It was–livable. I was alright. But then I just–one moment I was on a cliff side, and the next I was falling.

“And then I had no idea what to do anymore. You never retreated from my advances and always came even after you were set to graduate, so I thought–I thought you were into me and that it was just a silent agreement since you were so shy and I hadn’t really decided what I was doing. Like–Like you didn’t want to sway my decision by confusing me.

“Then you left and I–it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I knew I needed to come back and be with you.” She paused and looked at him, her eyes softening from the glare and anger than had been there previously morphing into sadness and hurt, insecurity and vulnerability. Inuyasha took a step forward but she retreated, making him stop and remain in place. It was him who caused this pain… It was him who was making her pull back.

“But–But Inuyasha,” Kagome continued, her voice full of emotion, her body quivering and trembling, making him want to hold her and kiss and her and beg for fucking forgiveness for ever thinking something so belittling, something so horrible, something so unlike Kagome that it was him who was the problem–it was always him who needed to removed from the situation. “If you think I was just using you–how–why–I don’t understand why you let me into your home and kiss and–and–”

“I was…I was weak and I couldn’t stop you. I wanted to be with you, Kagome. That’s why I didn’t. I thought when you made the first move that–that it was real…” Inuyasha confessed.

“Then why did you think that I did that?! Why did you think I had betrayed you–or Hojo–or whoever or whatever you thought!” Kagome shouted.

“Kagome! You answered the phone and then panicked! You grabbed your shit and ran saying it was a fuckin’ mistake! What the hell was I supposed to think?!”

“I didn’t say that was a mistake!” Kagome argued, stamping her foot down, leaning toward him. “I had completely forgotten to pick up Sango from her house to stay over with me and she was locked out!! I was so distracted on getting to see you! Eat dinner with you! Be with you that I forgot my best friend!! I felt so utterly stupid and guilty I ran out because I knew if I said or did anything else, I’d be brainwashed again and stay with you!!! Gods! And then my phone died, I didn’t have my charger because I rushed over to see you as soon as I dropped Buyo off–! Do you have any idea how bad I felt?! Leaving you?! Ditching Sango?! And here you just thought that I–UGH! You’re so–so– sooooo –!!!!”

“Stupid. Worthless. Undeserving.”

“Gods! Shut up ! Stop saying that kind of stuff! But I mean- yes ! You are stupid! Dense is more of what I was going for, though! I’m in love with you, you moron! What more do I have to do to spell that out?!” 

Inuyasha blinked. Stunned. His mouth gaping open and closed, his brain trying to catch up and actually voice his feelings in return, but he hadn’t been expecting Kagome to say something so…carefree. So passionate. So… fuck, had anyone actually said that to him?

“Well?!” Kagome stomped her foot again, demanding a response before his gaze made her flinch and gasp. Her dazzling eyes widened with realization and recognition of what she had just shouted aloud in the bathroom of her best friends’ wedding. “I–uh– shit .”

“Fuck,” Inuyasha swore, crossing the distance between them and wrapping her in his arms, pressing his face into her hair. “Why are we so bad at this?”

“No idea,” Kagome sighed. “I’m out of practice, I guess…or I just love you that much to where you’re rubbing off on me.”

“Oi,” he moaned as she laughed lightly into his chest. “I don’t really have… experience in this area. At all. I thought I was doing right by not saying a word.”

“Why, though? Why did you think you were doing me–us–I just don’t understand…”

“I just thought you were happy there with your job… with Hojo… and I thought me leaving would help; I thought I could move on and–and just forget.”

“And? How’d that go for you?”

“Like hell.” It was. Every day without seeing Kagome–her eyes, her hair, her genuine, kind smile, smelling her warm honey and lavender scent–was like waking up in a cold dark empty void. The days dragged on and with every day that passed, it felt longer and more depressing.

She scoffed and looked up at him. Her lips were  curved downward in her displeasure and her cheeks were rosy from her upset. “See? Stupid. Dense. Stubborn. You made this whole thing into a giant mess and I am still angry and hurt you even thought any of those things about me, but–” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm herself as she exhaled slowly before continuing, “but you’re my stupid, dense, stubborn hanyou. And I’d prefer you were mine and just begged me for forgiveness than completely make you try and win my back.”

“Y-yours?” he repeated incredulously.

“Who else is going to take you? Or rather, who would I let take you?”

“You–you really mean that, Kagome? You really want to be with me?”

“Yes, stupid,” Kagome snorted, a smile pulling at her lips. “I want to be with you as long as you want to be with me…and you do, don’t you? Want to be with me, that is?”

Inuyasha, being the moron that he was, wanted to say something–in English? In Japanese? He wasn’t fucking sure, but he also knew that words at this point were failing–his mind was mixed and muddled and she was fucking right when she said he was dense and stupid. So, he decided to just stop thinking and stop talking since all of those kinds of faculties were failing him. Instead, Inuyasha took Kagome in his arms: bold, scared, but ready. He then stole her lips, kissing them fiercely, nibbling them hotly, and passionately answering her question the way she had tried to convey to him last night he had completely missed; he loved her. He wanted to be with her.

Thankfully, Kagome reciprocated eagerly; her fingers threaded into his hair at the base of his skull as she yanked him closer until she was firmly pressed against his body, her heat warming his own cock and making him groan. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue probe her, getting another taste and this time feeling so much better after actually knowing exactly how Kagome felt about him. The night before he was anxious and nervous–It was a game of see-saw but he could never bounce back up and feel like he was leaping through the air.

Now, now he felt goddamn weightless as Kagome stroked his fangs with her tongue and moaned, trembling in his arms and panting while she began pawing at his suit jacket and pulling on his tie.

“Ka–Kagome–”

“Just don’t rip my dress,” she panted, her hands caressing his cheeks and then brushing through his bangs lovingly as her thumbs danced across his eyebrows.

“Here? You want to right–?”

“I need you, Inuyasha,” she said breathlessly, her sapphire eyes pleading and glimmering brightly. “And…” her voice shifted seductively and one of her hands cupped his hard rod, bringing a groan and growl from his chest, “I know you need me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Inuyasha, I told you, I love you. I accept you for everything you are and everything we will be together. That means at your apartment, in my bed, in a car, and even here–in the bathroom at my best friends’ wedding.”

“Fuck–I love you,” he admitted as he pulled her back into a torrent of kisses and nips, unable to control himself as his hands ran up the purple, glittering gown, touching her smooth bare thighs, grabbing one of her legs high so she could rub her core that was seated so perfectly against his hard length.

“I–Inu–Please.” She sounded wrecked and all they had done was kiss and it made his ego soar. Last time, he knew he had pleasured her, but he had no idea what it would be like to be so craved and he didn’t want to keep her waiting.

His knuckles grazed and teased her outer thigh before he began moving inward and touched her uncovered–“Shit.”

“I wanted to make sure if we found a moment that I was ready,” Kagome giggled before moaning with the stroke of his finger against her soaked clit. Fuck, how was she so wet already? 

“Kagome,” he groaned, pulling away from her face to bury his nose into her neck, inhaling her lavender and honey that was now mixing with warm citrusy lemons and ginger. She was a fucking drug. Kagome intoxicated him on every level and made him forget who and what he was–and Inuyasha couldn’t find himself to care or worry about it anymore.

Kagome loved him.

And that was all he ever needed or wanted.

“Would it be easier to bend me over?” she asked as he began laving her, wanting to just fucking consume her being right there.

“Huh?” 

“That way we don’t have to completely get redressed.” Kagome pulled away and hiked up her dress in one arm, and then placed both hands on the sink, letting her perfectly shaped ass face him. 

His heart literally stalled at sight and his mouth ran dry.  His hands came to grab her hips as he pressed himself sensually against her, pressing his nose behind her ear and taking a long deep breath before exhaling and letting it tease her neck.

“Ah! Inu! Please!” Kagome bucked her hips back against him, making him, if possible, even harder. 

“I need ta–” Fuck it. Inuyasha knelt down swiftly before she could object and began to lick from the beginning of her folds to her opening. Kagome cried out and bucked against him as he sucked, kissed, and fucked her with his mouth. She grew wetter and wetter, her voice getting higher and higher as he teased her sex in wild abandonment.

“Inu!! Ahhh!” He loved her voice so uncontrolled and her body writhing from his touch. His knuckle began to toy with her clit and his tongue reached up into her heat, lapping up every ounce of flavor she had to offer him as he felt her constrict and spasm around him as she came.

Her legs were shaking, and he was holding her up, cleaning up any additional nectar to keep it from messing up their attire–or, at least, that would be his excuse if she asked about his frantic and endless appetite for her. Once he was done, Inuyasha abandoned her hips for the moment, rising to his feet, before reaching down and unclipping his belt. After he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then nearly ripped his boxers down before grabbing his dick in his palm, Inuyasha grabbed her thighs to spread her wide so that she was ready for him. Kissing her cheek, he guided himself into her warm and waiting body.

Kagome hissed, her breath hitching as she turned her face towards his and he caught her chin with his free hand and began kissing her fervently as he began gliding in and out of her slit. 

So tight.

So warm.

So wet.

So welcoming.

So sweet.

All those words described Kagome–the most pure and wonderful woman Inuyasha had ever met and he was the luckiest goddamn soul to have stumbled into her tutoring hall and asked for her help.

How he would have lived his life without her, the hanyou was unsure. But thanks to whatever gods had actually taken pity on him and given him Kagome’s heart.

Breaking away from her mouth, his forehead came to rest on her shoulder as he began to move faster and harder inside of her. Kagome was keening and grinding and mewling and vigorously pushing herself back on to his dick, making it hard for him to last much longer.

God. Damn.

Kagome was wild.

Kagome was beautiful.

Kagome was sexy.

Kagome was everything.

She wanted him as much as he desired and needed her. This wasn’t the position he had imagined taking her in when he finally got to be in control of the situation. Initially, he had wanted to taste her properly–fill his mouth with the sweet savory nectar of her heat, and then love her until dusk became dawn. But her kissing him, her gasping in his ear, making them flick against her cheek, only to feel her pulsing and tightening around him made his body go crazy. Inuyasha swore the next time he would make sure to love her the way she needed, but right now, there, in the bathroom of her friends’ wedding, he knew it was fucking essential and necessary to feel the tangible bond that had formed between them.

Next time–there would be a next time. Fuck, what was Kagome doing to him? She was making him yearn and want a future–a future where he wouldn’t be as afraid and wouldn’t be as reserved. A future where he could be his fucking self and just–be.

Fuck. Inuyasha loved Kagome.

It was painful how close he was–Kagome’s taut, dripping, quaking sex was dragging him further and further in, unwilling and unreleasing so that he could never pull away and he would have to stay buried within her forever, releasing over and over again.

Goddamn.

“Inu–I’m–I’m–” she stuttered as her body nearly convulsed as she writhed within his hold, barely hanging on to her sanity as he tried to push her over the edge, driving into her deeper until they were completely locked together. Inuyasha groaned and snarled, kissing her neck, trying his fucking hardest to fight off his instinct to suck and instead licked and laved her bare shoulder (the straps on her dress falling from their bouncing of bodies) until he heard the sharp inhale of her breath before her piercing cry of her coming all over his cock. 

“C–Cum for me,” she pleaded, her voice absolutely wrecked, her trembling hands caressing his hair and kneading his ears, completely unhinging his last ounce of strength as he emptied himself into her waiting pussy.

They stood there for a moment, their breaths intermingling, their bodies still shuddering from the ecstasy they just shared together. It had been much faster than he had wanted. But…

But again, the fact he had shared this intimacy with Kagome, the fact she said she knew how much he needed her and she needed him just as much–it was true.

It made it so much for real.

It made it so much more… perfect.

It truly defined her as his love–his lover.

She was everything.

And as long as they ended up together, all was well that would end well.

Kissing her again on the lips, letting his love for her pour off of him, Inuyasha pulled away to pepper her cheeks, her temple, and then her ear with delicate, sweet, thankful pecks before he withdrew himself from her body.

Kagome turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a slow, languid kiss as they caught their breaths before she pulled away, nuzzling his nose with her own before she let go of him completely to clean up.

“So, uh,” he asked uncomfortably, unsure how to react after–well that . He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but that was… fuck. Different. Exciting. And he was already addicted to chasing that feeling, chasing the scent that rolled off her body, and chasing the feel of her wrapped up in his arms again and again. Fuck, he needed to control himself before he got hard all over again just as he was pulling up his pants and zipping them up to move back to the party. “When you movin’ home? I thought, ya know, you said you’d only be here a week.”

Kagome giggled breathlessly, and he had the lustful thought of licking her form to see if he could keep her that way as she rearranged her purple, shimmering gown to fall back in place. “Well, the goal was to surprise you and make sure this was– real . But I really will be here for just a week, then I’m going back for the rest of my stuff and officially giving my resignation since I was officially offered the job here. I went to the final interview right before your place yesterday. Honestly, I was going to tell you last night, but then we… And then Sango called and ugh! My plans just got all–messed up.”

“I have that effect on people’s lives.”

“Stop it,” she huffed, slapping him before taking his tie in her hand and straightening it. “I should have been clearer and actually said I was in love with you from the get-go. Everyone thought Hojo and I were a couple and I just had assumed, like an idiot , that you would have been able to see that wasn’t the case since I spent so much time with you and was so forward and–and–well—I forgot how you are and you just jump to the absolute worst conclusions!”

She had a point. 

“I just,” Inuyasha started before he sighed, trying to push the negative thoughts of himself out of his own head, knowing Kagome would cut him off and try to make it better and he didn’t want implications for her being away longer from the reception than needed. “I wanted to think more–I wanted to believe you’d like me back but–I also didn’t wanna get my hopes up or nothin’.”

“We’re a pair, huh? No wonder Kikyo and Kagura were so involved,” Kagome laughed, pushing herself up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “We owe them an amazing gift for their anniversary.”

Inuyasha scoffed, but ducked his ears into his head before wrapping an arm around Kagome to hold her close, as he was embarrassed to admit his matching-making-best-friends were actually right. “I dunno what to even get them.”

“Thank goodness you have me. But we can plan all that when I get back from London permanently.”

“Where are ya…stayin when you get back?” Inuyasha asked, trying not to make it too obvious that he wanted to rush into more than probably what they should, but fuck–he just fucking missed her so goddamn much. Being away from her even another night, now that he had a taste of her, now that he knew how she felt in his arms, in his hold, being inside of her–it was too much to not have that every single night for the rest of his life.

“Well…” Kagome said, her breath hitching slightly as he noticed her swallow nervously. “I don’t really want to move back in with my family so, I was looking around at other places…”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she answered. “But–they were uhm… expensive and the cheaper ones were a little bit further from campus than I was hoping…”

His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might erupt out of his chest and knock her unconscious with his stupid luck. The hanyou wanted to remain calm and not over read anything—

Well wait a fucking second. 

Hadn’t that been the problem from the start?

Inuyasha didn’t consider himself brave when it came to Kagome; she made him weaker than anyone else. But he could be better. Fuck, she had told him she loved him and was moving home to be with him. Him. A fucking no good bastard of a hanyou. Him. 

“Move in with me.”

Shit. Fuck. Dammit. 

Had those words really escaped his mouth?

Before he could take them back or try to retract his thoughtless spewing of words that his dumb heart wanted to express, Kagome was squeezing him tightly and pressing herself into his body, molding against him like a goddamn puzzle piece locking in place with the satisfying snap. “Yes.”

“You–you will?” Inuyasha asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“Are you… are you sure?”

Kagome pulled away to gaze into his eyes with her iridescent, sapphire hues, shimmering beautifully with unshed tears, but he knew they were from the happy smile that adorned her face. “Yes. I always want to be this close–I always want to go where you go. This has been building for so long–another week away from you is going to hurt but–but–but–” Her voice was shaking and he wanted nothing more than to kiss away the pain and tell her he’d just go with her but he wanted–no, he needed to hear her finish. Inuyasha had to let her shred that inch of doubt within him that this was fake–that this wasn’t real. “But being with you every day after will make up for the time that we were apart.”

That did it. Inuyasha cupped the back of her hand and the small of her back and kissed her. Again. And again. And again. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how long they had actually been away but when they emerged, the reception was still raging on. Kagome introduced Sango and Miroku to him more formally and he was actually a little thrilled to make more friends because of her.  

His soulmate. His lover. His Kagome.