InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Watching Her Sleep ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Inuyasha, and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or VIZ Productions.


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He waited until everyone was asleep, then he leapt through the well. He just had to see her, smell her, make sure she was unharmed.

Exiting the well house, he leapt silently across the shrine grounds, passed Goshinboku, up towards the two-story house. Effortlessly, he bound upon the roof, and without making a peep, he checked to see if the girl’s window was unlocked. It was.

He hated the times he found it locked, though he very rarely did, these days. Usually, she only locked it whenever they had a fight, her little way of letting him know that he was not welcome. Otherwise, it was pretty much an unspoken truth that he had an open invitation. He never in a million years would trespass where he thought he wasn’t welcomed. He knew he was welcomed, he just wasn’t expected, was all.

Slipping through the framework without a sound, he landed just as quietly upon her hard wood floor. There she was, his miko, his angel, his reason for being. If anyone told him to his face what he just admitted to himself he’d laugh, snort, say “yeah right” and claim he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the girl besides her ability to sense jewel shards.

He lowered his ears at his own thoughts. He is awfully cruel to her, isn’t he? But it’s necessary. It’s for her own good.

Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.

Crouching closer, he reached for her carefully, and delicately brushed a stray hair back from her face. She’s so beautiful when she sleeps he thought. Little did he know that she’s often thought the same of him. But even when she mumbles in her dreams and sits him in her sleep, he still can’t find her any less attractive. Admiring her now, his ears drooped further, as he recalled all the times he’s gone out of his way to make her feel unattractive in his eyes. He’s called her scrawny, and weak, and whenever anybody else has dared to call her pretty, he’s denied their claims.

But she’s not pretty… he insisted in his mind. She’s gorgeous.

A soft sigh escaped her lips and it caused him to duck down, afraid that she’ll peek open an eye and see him, but then he hears her roll herself over in her sleep.

Now he’s disappointed, he can’t stare at her face any longer. Not that he needs to in order to remember what it looks like. He’s got Kagome’s face permanently engraved on the inside of his eyelids. Her soft brown eyes, so readable. Her cute button nose, so tweakable. Her full pouty lips, so kissable.

Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, he is forced to remind himself, yet again, that he is hanyou, and that nothing can ever, will ever, happen between them.

“Kagome…” he whispered aloud, knowing that she wouldn’t hear him, “If only…if only there was a way…” He couldn’t bear to finish that sentence, not even in his mind.

Maybe, one day, after all this current craziness is behind him. Once Naraku is slain, and Kikyo at rest… Once the jewel is complete, maybe, they could use it to…

But no, he couldn’t, could he? Why not? He was going to do it for Kikyo. Does he not love Kagome as much? Hell, that wasn’t it, and he knew it. He loves Kagome more than he ever loved Kikyo. Kikyo had been the first woman, the first person to talk to him, as if he were a person, too. Of course he developed feelings for her. Then she goes and offers him a way out of his solitude, a way to be normal, to be accepted, and along with that gift came the unspoken promise that they could be together. There was never a question of if they would ever be together while he was hanyou, it wasn’t in question, it simply wasn’t an option. Only after the offer of humanity had been laid before him, did he realize that along with that mortal body, he could also take a mortal wife. He had tried to say as much, he had tried to tell Kikyo he would take her as his wife, but she stopped him, said that she’d heard enough, and though they did kiss, it’d often left him wondering now, had she truly felt the same way? Of course she loved him, but… was she in love with him? She obviously didn’t trust him, not completely, or she never in a million years would have believed it to truly have been him who had done and said such a horrible thing to her on that faithful morning. But guiltily, he realized, he should have known that Kikyo never would have said the things she had said either. But he had spent what humans would consider an incredibly long life, learning not to trust anyone or anything. Lowering his ears, he realized he had started to trust Kikyo, but that trust was delicate, and easily shattered. It was Naraku’s doing, it was all Naraku’s doing. But then something else occured to him. Naraku himself, the hanyou, he was Kikyo’s doing, wasn’t he? It wasn’t on purpose, that he knew, but Kikyo had been harboring Onigumo in secret. She had said he’d have been jealous had he known about it. Kaede confessed this to him once. Well, that probably was true, but she still should have told him! Damn it! Talk about trust issues...

Kagome... Kagome would never keep such a thing from him. He knows all about Hoho from here time here, who showers her with gifts for her “illnesses.” She's assured him that the boy means nothing to her, nothing beyond friendship at least, but still, she told him, he knows, it isn’t a secret. He sure blew up at her when she told him, too, and he received a few good sits for it.

But that’s just the kind of relationship that they have, isn’t it? They yell at each other, and piss and moan, and verbally scratch each other’s eyes out. But, when it boils down to it, they’re the closest friend each other has got. He and Kikyo never really talked about their past, he knew very little about her, and she knew practically nothing about him. But it’s different with Kagome. Kagome’s been there for him, by his side, for nearly three years. This girl laying before him knows him better than he knows himself, and even though she still confuses him to high heavens, in truth, he knows her as well.

He knows she loves the nights in his time. The stars, she says, look so much brighter there. He knows she feels guilty over having shattered the jewel, and all the hardships it has caused for everyone as a result, but yet, she manages to keep good spirits about her, pointing out the positives that have happened instead of the negatives. Like little Shippo, for example. She doesn’t mourn that he has lost his father because of the jewel, but rather, she rejoices that they were able to rescue him and take him in, avenge his father’s death, and help him become just about the happiest goddamn orphan that he’s ever seen. He knows Kagome loves that fox cub as if he were her own son. He knows she can relate to his pain, having lost her own father at nearly his same age. Her father died in something she called a “car crash,” which he understands, sort of.

The night she’d confessed this to him, he confessed to her how his mother had died. She was murdered. She knows now, actually, she’s known for quite some time, that he didn’t hate his mother for being human, but rather, he loves and misses her terribly. She saved him when the unmother nearly did him in, and he saved her in return, when, with her help, they retrieved his father’s sword and his inheritance. She knows about his night of weakness; she knows how much he hates it, and fears it. She didn’t turn away in shame or disgust when she discovered this secret of his, but rather, she stayed by him, protecting him, risking her own life to keep him safe until morning. She even yelled at him, spitfire that she is, that if he would have told her, she never would have put them in such danger to begin with. That was the first time he felt guilty for not trusting her. He vowed to trust her from then on, or at least try to.

He didn’t have to try any longer, he does trust her, with his life, a life she’s proven time and again she’ll protect, with her own. Imagine that, she, a miko, willing to put her own life on the line in order to save him, a hanyou. That’s why he didn’t think he would be able to use the jewel to make himself human for her, because she would never allow it. Even though it’ll mean that they can never be together, and even if she realized that with his sacrifice, they could be, she still wouldn’t allow it. She’s told him repeatedly that he’s fine just the way he is. Maybe, one day, he’ll believe her, he chuckled to himself. He doesn’t know why Kagome is okay with what he is, he only knows that she is. If someone were ever to impersonate her, calling his dog ears “ugly,” he’d know in half a second that it wasn’t her.

Taking a deep, reassuring breath, he relished in the scent of her room. It smelled entirely of Kagome. He could easily filter out the other smells of her time, when in this room. No other scents mattered but that of the girl sleeping soundly two feet in front of him. Reaching forward again, he tucked another stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, chuckling to himself at the way she turned her head at the feel of his touch. Unconsciously, in her sleep, she snuggled up to him. Would she dare do such a thing were she awake? She sure doesn’t seem to be afraid to touch him. They come into physical contact often enough, when he carries her, or when she embraces him after he’s survived yet another battle. But still, he’s sure such a tender caress would not be welcomed. Frowning at what he just realized, he vowed not to do it again. He wouldn’t do anything he knew she wouldn’t approve of, not even the simplest of touches upon her face.

Deciding then that he needed to step away from her, he decided to make himself comfortable, removing his sword, and sitting down against the wall. He would stay here for the remainder of the night, but leave in plenty of time for her to wake on her own, none the wiser to his visit. Glancing over at her alarm clock, he noticed that it wasn’t set.

Good he chuckled to himself, remembering the incident with her previous alarm clock. But good for another reason, too. With the morning being the day she called Saturday, she would be sleeping in a little later, which meant he could stay a little longer. It also meant she’d be returning to his time tomorrow, her “tests” all over and done with, at least for now. Maybe, if he played it right, he wouldn’t have to leave her side at all, but instead, once morning breaks, he could merely pretend that he only recently arrived to fetch her. It could work.

But for now, for now he’ll close his eyes, and breath in everything that is Kagome.

“Goodnight…” he whispered at a level so soft, he himself could barely hear. “I love you…” he added, at a whisper even quieter than the first.

The sudden gasp he heard coming from the bed made a wave of panic overtake him.

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Kagome had a rather rough day at school. She was in the middle of her finals, and even though she managed to convince Inuyasha that she needed to spend more time in her time, in order to finish these tests, she still felt as though she could never pass, with as much school as she’d lost over the last three years. Finally, in a morbid sigh of relief, the last of her tests were over, for now. Tomorrow was Saturday, she remembered with a smile, and plopping herself down on her bed, she rejoiced in the realization that she’d get to see Inuyasha and the others tomorrow.

Inuyasha… she thought simply, as she drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t until some time later, some time in the middle of the night, when the sensation of something brushing against her cheek caused her to rouse slightly. In the same manner as I’m sure most of you do at night, she woke up, while not truly being awake, as she rolled herself over, readjusting herself, getting comfortable again, while still lingering in that simi-conscious realm where one remembers dreaming, and is only vaguely, if at all, aware of the world around them. In this state of anti-wakefulness, she was almost lost again to the world of her dreams again, before her mind was pulled back into herself upon hearing someone whisper her name.

Laying there perfectly still, Kagome groggily tried to debate with herself whether or not she was hearing things. That is, until she distinctly heard his next whisper of “If only there was a way.” She was awake now, and confused. It was Inuyasha alright, not that she truly needed to debate that fact. Who else would be in her room in the middle of the night? But what had he meant by “If only there was a way.”???? He sounded so forlorn. A way for what? And what was he doing here anyway? Had something happened? No, if it were important, then he would have woken her up. He was just standing in her room, watching her sleep, whispering something about if only there was a way. She laid there pondering this for she didn’t know how long, until she suddenly heard him shuffling himself closer to her, and, before she knew it, she felt his fingers delicately brush the skin of her cheek bone. It was in that instant, as she could tell he was tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear, that she realized that that must have been what she’d felt when she’d previously woken and rolled over. He obviously didn’t know she was awake, or he wouldn’t be doing this now, right? Unconsciously, she couldn’t help but to snuggle into his touch. This was the most intimate way he’d ever touched her, so caring, so carefree, and she cherished it.

She was disappointed when she felt his presence step away from her. Was he about to leave? Should she say something? Should she let him go? Then she heard it, the sound of him settling onto the floor. He was staying? She couldn’t help but grin, and realizing that her back was in fact to him, she allowed her grin to blossom into a full blown smile. That smile managed to increase even more when she heard him whisper “Goodnight” but it was the second thing he whispered, though she barely heard it, that caused her to momentarily loose her composure in the form of a surprised gasp.

Hearing him spring to his feet, she felt bad for startling him, knowing he must be feeling embarrassed in his vulnerability, and knowing that he was a flight risk at any moment. She turned over immediately, figuring there was no reason to continue pretending to be asleep any longer. She wanted to catch his eyes with her own before he darted out her window and into the night.

He was just about to make a lunge for said window, too, until he saw her turn over and look straight at him.

Like a deer in the headlights he stood there frozen, his eyes fixed with hers, a look of utter terror spewed across his face. What was he afraid of? Surely not her...

“Inuyasha?” she tried, her voice soft and sweet.

“Ka…Kagome…” he hesitated, his brain obviously trying to switch him into fight or flight mode. He was either going to start yelling at her, or run out her window, or both in rapid succession.

There he goes. she thought, as she saw his legs twitch once more. But she wouldn’t let him get away from her, not this time, and she wasn’t about to hold him here with a sit either, if part of him was afraid of that outcome..........





When she’d called his name, it made everything just that much more real.

She heard me… he realized slowly, his mind nearly as frozen as his body. She fucking heard me! he chastised, as his legs twitched, just itching to make a dive for that window before the rain of sits started. He tried to say…something…but what could he say? His legs twitched again, and gripping his sword more tightly, he was just about to go for it, when her gentle words drifted up to his sensitive ears.





Kagome saw the way he clutched Tetsusaiga’s scabbard, the blade not looped in his belt because he’d only just been sitting upon the floor. She could practically see it in a Matrix slow motion as he prepared to launch himself through her window like a dog jumping through a hoop. Shaking her head, she chastised herself for the analogy. Preparing herself then, she uttered the one thing she knew would keep him in her room, and not by smashing his face into her floor.

“I love you too.”

He froze again, but at least this time he didn’t appear to be contemplating leaping out her window. Turning to face her, their eyes locked yet again, and he had the strangest expression she could ever recall seeing on his face. Some sort of twisted combination of hopefulness and depression, if that made sense. Then he spoke…





Registering what it was, exactly, that she had just said to him, he backed away from her window slightly. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew running away wasn’t it. She had just uttered the four most wonderful words in all the known universe, and she uttered them at him. He had to say….something.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” he stated obviously, but his voice held no hostility whatsoever, and she could tell even in this low lighting that his cheeks matched his haori more than usual. “But I guess I’m glad you did.” he added, and awkwardly, he offered her the smallest of smiles, before taking another step towards her.

“Me too.” she mumbled cutely, and it made him want to laugh, even despite how horribly embarrassed he still felt.

“Did you…umm…” he fiddled, nervously, “Did you mean it?”

“Of course…” she answered, softly. “Didn’t you?” she asked next, trepidation clear in her voice.

“Of course!” he answered in a loud whisper, a little more hastily than he’d intended, all his confidence having flown right out the window, even though he himself did not.

“How often…” Kagome asked next, “…do you come visit me like this?”

“You really wanna know?” he asked in return, ears lowering once again, despite her innocent expression.

He knew her temper, say the wrong thing and she could turn on him instantly.

“Uh-huh…”

Well hell, if she’s gonna go and talk all cutely like that.

“A lot.” he said, making it sound more like a confession than he probably intended. “Not every single night, but… a lot.”

“I’m glad.” she whispered in response.

“Huh?”

“I’m glad you’re so protective over me.” she clarified, figuring now would be a good time to tell him several things she was sure he needed to hear. “Maybe I don’t express it often enough, but I’m extremely grateful for the way you take care of me, us, all of us. You’re our alpha.” She threw in the canine word on purpose, wanting to make sure he knew that she truly did understand.

“Kagome…” he sighed this time, as he came forward, and kneeling down by her bedside, he rested his forehead against her own. “If I ever lost you…”

“You won’t.” she interrupted, knowing she needed to reaffirm a few things with him. “I’ll never leave you koishii, never.”

Koishii he echoed in his mind. I like that.

“After the mission is over…” he started, and though she wanted to interrupt him, she honestly didn’t know what to say. She knew she could never leave him, but… Could she leave her family? “…I’ll become human.” he finished. He knew what he was offering, but did she?

“What?!” she asked, surprised, and a little scared. “No…” she whispered, pain reflected in her voice. She tried to back away from him, but he held her in place, gently, with his hands upon her upper arms, while he kept his forehead pressed against her own, eyes closed.

“Please…” he begged, “Please koishii…” he repeated her own words of endearment back to her. He wanted her, he…needed her. Unconsciously, a whimper sounded in his throat.

“Why?” she asked, hurt apparent in her own voice. Why would he think he had to do such a thing? Besides, hadn’t he always said he wanted to become a full youkai? “Why would do you such a thing to yourself?” She didn’t understand.

“Please…” he said again only, at first, then breathing in her scent, he added “I care about you, Kagome. I…I want…I want to be able to be with you.” He hoped she got his meaning.

“But you can be with me now.”

Damn it, she didn’t understand.

“I mean…” he tried again, backing away slightly so he could look her in the eyes, face burning up as he did so. “Be with you.” he emphasized, “As your…”

“Mate?” she offered shyly.

He was taken aback by her choice of words, and raising an eyebrow, he shook his head slowly, while smiling smally, and stated “Husband…” in a hushed tone. “Humans don’t take ‘mates’ the way youkai do.”

“But I don’t want you to become a human.”

Finally, what she was hinting at started to sink in.

“You…you mean…” He couldn’t help it, a small chuckle escaped him. He was suddenly so happy, especially after seeing her nod, even before he finished clarifying. “You’ll have me as…a hanyou?” He just had to be sure.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

His response had not been what she’d expected to her last statement. Without warning, she found his lips pressed quite firmly against her own. There was a passion there, but it was fueled by desperation. She decided then to turn the passion into something much more simple, much more primal. Managing to open her own lips slightly, she licked them for moisture, before delicately tracing the edges of his lips with her tongue.

He was surprised to feel her tongue brush itself against his lips. Purely on instinct, he allowed his lips to part slightly.

Upon feeling his mouth slowly open to her, she permitted her tongue to explore, as she found his own tongue, and encouraged it to wrestle with hers.

He couldn’t believe it when he felt her tongue inside his mouth. Sure he had heard of this, but knowing and doing were two different things. He’d never kissed Kikyo like this. Inadvertently comparing the two women in his mind, he found that he didn’t care, because, he found that Kagome was so much better, in so many ways. This he would tell her too, another time. As their tongues wrestled with each other for dominance over their partner’s mouth, he thought of a lot of things he would have to tell her later, and, he confessed to himself, there were also a lot of things he should no longer tell her. Things like she’s stupid, or slow, or clumsy, or ugly, or a shard detector. Slowly, delicately, he felt her tentative touches on his sensitive ears, and he encouraged her by leaning into her touch. He was hers now, all of him, she could touch his ears as often as she liked, and, he had to admit, he liked having her touch them.

Kagome smiled into him when she felt the deeper kiss she’d created, returned to her, as she continued exploring his mouth, while he, in turn, explored her own. Delicately, she brushed her tongue against his sharp fangs. One wrong move from either of them in that moment, and she’d be hanging out with the pierced tongue crowd at school. But she trusted him, and it reflected in her actions. She felt him lean into her touch when she began rubbing the base of his left ear, and it made her smile widen. At least as much so as a smile can widen while you’re in the middle of a tongue-lock.

The pair was eventually required to pull away from each other in need of air, but as soon as they did so, Inuyasha once again leaned his forehead against Kagome’s.

“Is this real?” he asked himself, but loud enough for her to hear him.

Laughing lightly, Kagome reached up to once again rub the base of his ears, as she mumbled “I’m supposed to ask you that.”

He pulled away, and looked at her playfully, uttering “This is real, Kagome…” in a faked air of confidence, as he longed for someone to assure him of the same. “I…I love you.” He managed to say again, figuring she deserved to hear it spoken to her when it was clear that it was intended for her to hear it. She smiled then, and leaning forward, she planted a sweet but chaste kiss upon his lips, before she pulled away again, sliding herself over towards the wall.

Her action momentarily confused Inuyasha, when she appeared to be scooting herself as far away from him as she could go, but she must have read his worry in his eyes, for not long after did she say “Well come on, I’m not having you sleep down there on the floor.”

He gulped audibly then. Sleep next to Kagome? In her bed? He didn’t know if he could control himself, at least not now, knowing what he knew. Not that he was ever the master of control when it came to his feelings for Kagome. In the past, the way he controlled himself around her was to avoid her. If he wanted to prevent anything from happening tonight, then he should stay put, right there on her floor. Didn’t she know that?

“What…what if I…I mean…what if something…”

“Inuyasha…” she interrupted the boy, who she realized yes, was still only a boy. He may be over a century old, but in youkai years, he was still adolescent, same as her. “… relax.”

Inuyasha took one last look at her, before reluctantly climbing into the bed. Pulling the blankets up over them both, he stilled when he felt Kagome shift herself, wiggling closer, and lean her head against his chest. Hesitantly, he lifted his left arm, and wrapped it around her shoulder, and was instantly rewarded by the way she snuggled even closer.

I can do this… he thought, but he was wrong.

The scent of her, so close, permeated itself into his very being. He was quickly loosing his resolve. He turned his head to the side, resting his nose mere inches above her hair, and inhaled deeply. A low growl of satisfaction was slowly heard emanating itself from his chest, which Kagome could almost feel more than hear, as she rested herself against him.

“Do I smell that good?” she asked jokingly, having heard him as he’d scented her.

“Yes.” he replied gruffly, a little huskier than Kagome had expected.

Then Kagome did something Inuyasha never in a million years would have expected a human to do, she scented him. Kagome turned her face slightly, burying her nose in the layers of his kimono, as she inhaled him. He smelled of the forest, pine and leaves, soil and clean air, and underneath all that… he smelled like a dog. She chuckled to herself.

“What’s so funny?” he asked sarcastically, not at all offended by her laughter. Not now that he knew…she loved him.

“Nothing…” she answered, while trying to stifle her grin, “You smell good, too.” she added, failing miserably.

“I smell like a dog…” he admitted, voice unreadable.

“You are a dog.” she teased, as she reached up and rubbed his head between his ears.

“Oi!” he laughed “Quit that!”

“Good boy!” she laughed as well, tweaking his ear.

“I’ll show you good boy…” he grinned mischievously, as he turned himself over, pinning her beneath him as he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head to prevent her from tweaking his ears any longer.

Kagome looked up at him, her vision obviously fixated on the furry appendages she could no longer reach, as she flexed her hands in a futile attempt at touching them.

“Uh-uh-uh” he teased, holding her in place.

Kagome lowered her face then, pouting over dramatically, as she released a very dog-like whimper, which prompted Inuyasha to chuckle again.

“Quiet up…” he play-ordered, which she dared defy by looking him right in the eyes and whimpering again, even louder. “Fine…” he said, as if reaching a conclusion, “I know how to make you quiet.” and with that, he crashed his lips back down over hers again, all the while holding her hands up above her head.

He was wrong though, Kagome did not stay quiet for long, but rather, she started to moan. As he kissed her, slowly but surely he released his gentle yet iron grip of her wrists, as she lowered her arms to wrap tenderly around his back. Kagome continued to moan softly against him, and gasped for breath in the small moments he would pull away to allow her to breathe, before he’d rejoin her lips once more. Growing bolder, Inuyasha then trailed kisses down her jaw line, neck and throat, until he reached the edge of her pajama top. At some point he’d kicked the blankets down, both of them suddenly feeling rather hot, and settling his legs in between hers, he suckled gently on her throat while running his fingers through her hair, Kagome all the while clutching the back of his robes in an attempt to draw him in even closer.

He nipped at her gently with his fangs, and she moaned into him, unconsciously writhing her hips at the feel of his stiffness pressing into her. Inuyasha hadn’t realized the compromising position he’d put them in at first, not until he felt Kagome’s heat shift against him, and he realized he was as hard as a rock. He pulled his mouth away from her in a quick panic, holding himself up slightly with his hands pressed firmly on the bed at either side of her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked between heavy breaths, mind only half registering the world around her at the moment, as she focused solely on the look of terror plastered across his face.

“I…we…” he couldn’t find his tongue, but noting the look of confusion currently on her face, he decided to relax some, and he actually smirked as he ground himself into her, chuckling at the look of realization that splashed itself into her eyes. He attempted to move off of her then, but was astonished when her grip of him tightened, as she whispered “No, it’s okay…”

“To…tonight…? Now?” he stuttered, “I…I thought…after the mission…”

His broken thoughts were ceased altogether when he felt her gyrate against him yet again, and realizing it was intentional, he permitted himself to respond to her movements, grinding himself against her as well, hissing in pleasure as he did so.

“Please…” he heard her whisper, and it brought him back into reality. She reminded him so much of himself, not twenty minutes earlier. “Please koishii…” She then whimpered again, and he was astonished when she actually uttered the inu word for “please.” Her previous whimpers had been more like a generic whine of dissatisfaction.

“How did you do that?” he asked, amazed and momentarily distracted.

“Do what?”

“You said please in inu.”

“I…I did?”

“Yeah…”

“I just copied you.”

“I begged in inu?” he asked himself more than her, as he attempted to rack his memory.

Chuckling, Kagome mumbled “Yeah…”

“I guess I did.” he chuckled himself, as the memory found him. “Well then, what am I hesitating for?” he asked sarcastically.

“I haven’t the foggiest idea.” she mumbled as she reached up and gently rubbed his ear again, while at the same time shifting her hips below him.

Hissing in pleasure again, he managed to reach up with his left hand and pull her right hand from his ear, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it momentarily, before pinning it to his chest, as he held his weight off of her with his other hand.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice wavering in some sort of twisted combination of panic in causing her pain or doing anything at all that she didn’t approve of, and the throbbing desire to relieve himself of the physical ache he was feeling in his loins.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire life.” she stated matter-of-factly.

He sought her eyes in that moment, reading her soul as she gazed at him lovingly and longingly. She wanted him. She really, truly, wanted him. Just as he was.

Kagome watched in silent wonder as his eyes locked with her own. She couldn’t have pulled herself away from his gaze even if she had wanted to, his eyes glowing in the night like two pools of molten gold, as they pierced her with his soul. She saw in that moment as all hesitation left him, as his eyes, once full of worry and uncertainty, now shown solely with love and desire.

Wordlessly, he leaned himself forward and kissed her once more, slowly releasing his grip of her hand as he did so. Keeping his weight shifted on his right arm, he used his free hand to slowly unfasten the buttons on Kagome’s pajama top, as he distracted her with his tongue. She moaned into him again, and he consumed it, devouring her as he trailed his tongue up and down her throat, nipping at her with his fangs, before he recaptured her lips yet again.

Once the last button was undone, he hesitantly moved the flaps of fabric aside. He’s seen her naked before, but only in fleeting glimpses, always by accident, and it usually resulted in him getting his face slammed into the dirt. This time, though, he realized things were different, as he gently cupped her right breast with his left hand, slowly massaging the mound of flesh, gauging her reaction. It was a positive one. Kagome arched her back, pressing herself into his hand. She had felt him unfastening her buttons and had felt a swell of anticipation build up inside of her as a result. She never knew something so simple could prove so pleasurable.

Growing bolder, he permitted his tongue to trail down her jaw line and neck once more, this time not stopping in his descent, as there was no fabric to stop him. Trailing his tongue tenderly over her sensitive mound of flesh, he smiled inwardly at the inhaling gasp that escaped her when he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hardened peak of her nipple. Closing his lips around her then, he suckled her as though he were a pup, while slowly reaching lower with his once again free hand.

She felt his hand trail lower, and could not stop the wave of heat that pooled within her, as her body screamed for release from this torture. At first, his hand remained above cloth, as he shifted his body off to her side, granting himself access as he cupped her warmth, slowly rubbing his fingers in a circular motion, feeling the moisture that gathered as a result. Shifting himself the rest of the way off of her then, he encouraged her to scoot over slightly, as he now laid at her left, and in moving, he shifted his oral attentions to her left breast, while continuing to massage her lower region with his hand.

Kagome’s hips moved of their own accord, as she lifted herself into his touch, and found herself wishing that he were touching her directly. He seemed to have read her thoughts, or his were merely traveling along similar lines, but either way, in that moment, she felt him tucking his hand underneath the elastic band of her pajama bottoms and panties, and the moan/gasp that escaped her caused his erection to grow even harder.

She was so soft, so…wet.

I did this… he realized as he pleasured her carefully, remaining conscious of his claws, as he rubbed her with his knuckles. I made Kagome this excited. She was aroused, for and by him, and her body was ready to mate, mate him. Something about her body’s natural reaction to his ministrations really got to him. Sure, you could say just about anything you wanted to, but nobody could force their body to react in pleasure to the touch of someone they found…disgusting. He didn’t know why, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he had still been half expecting Kagome to suddenly come to her senses. He believed her when she said she loved him...he’d always known she at least cared for him...but until now he had always thought she loved him despite of what he is. Is it possible that, instead, she loves him because of what he is?

He was still in the middle of contemplating how anyone as perfect as his Kagome could truly be willing to become his Kagome, when his body suddenly registered the sensation of her tiny hand gripping his stiffness through the fabric of his own clothing. It was in that moment that he realized two things. One: despite the fact that his mind may have been attempting to convince him otherwise, the truth was that Kagome did want him, just the way he was. Two: he was far too overdressed.

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her, and gripped the hand that was upon him. Kagome was confused, for a moment, when she thought he was displeased with her bold action. But under the circumstances, she hadn’t really considered her action as being that bold, and she soon found that he wasn’t upset with her at all. Bringing her hand to his mouth again, he kissed it once more, before releasing her, as he began to unfasten the ties of his hakama. Kagome’s eyes opened wide as she realized what he was doing, and sitting herself up slightly, her smile was ridiculously large as she shrugged her top down off her shoulders, before also slipping herself out of her pajama pants and underwear. Inuyasha managed to get one of the two knots of his own pants loose, before he was hit square in the face with Kagome’s scent, and looked up to take notice of her nakedness. Glancing in her direction, he offered her a hungry look, as she playfully leaned over him, encouraging him to lay more flatly rather than propped up on his right side, as she reached over and untied the second knot herself.

Pulling loose the straps of his hakama and allowing them to rest freely at his sides, she teased him as she reached into his loosened pants, deliberately brushing against the center of his fundoshi as she pulled free the tucked in edges of his inner and outer haori. Pulling his robes free, she began to meticulously untie the strings that bound them closed, having accustomed herself with this action over the years of treating his battle wounds. Allowing the front panels to fall open, she ran her hands up and down his exposed chest. It was her turn.

Slowly, gently, Kagome leaned forward and allowed her tongue to sizzle a trail across his burning flesh. To Inuyasha it was a sweet torture, one he would be willing to endure for all of time. He hissed when she playfully bit his nipple with her blunt human teeth, and then, tugging at the rosary as if it were a handle, she encouraged him to sit up enough for it to enable her to slip his robes down his shoulders and arms. Tossing his shirts onto the floor with her own clothing, Kagome once again focused on the task at hand, ridding her soon-to-be lover of those darn pants. Turning herself sideways, she reached over for his legs, and one at a time, brought each of his feet towards her, as he permitted his knees to bend, as she reached for, and unfastened, the small ties that bound his pant-legs to his ankles.

The garment completely loosened, Kagome crawled herself down towards the foot of the bed, and playfully grabbing both pant-legs in her hands, she offered a gentle tug, as they slipped downward, and settled into her grasp, to be thrown to the corner of the room with the rest of their attire. Last but not least, she spied the fundoshi he wore. Smirking to herself, she vowed that when she felt more patient, she would take the time to unwrap the cloth properly, and mused that unwrapping him would, in all likely hood, be very fun in deed. But she was feeling greedy on this night, and in one swift motion, she pulled on the edges of the cloth, pulling it down like a standard undergarment, until it, too, rested in a heap on her bedroom floor.

Inuyasha had offered her no resistance, uttering not a word, as he permitted her to undress him from start to finish. Now, he lay presented before her, in all his glory, for her eyes to judge. He hoped he measured up to her expectations.

Kagome stared at him, probably longer than she should have without it being considered rude, but she couldn’t help it. She’d seen him naked a couple of times, but those moments were fleeting, and he certainly was not in a state of arousal at those times. He was…huge. At least, she thought he was huge. True, she’s never before been with a man, but from what she understood from her friends…. Well, she didn’t consider herself the type to kiss and tell, and that was a good thing, otherwise those girls would all turn green with envy.

After a moment, he could take it no longer, her silent stares. What was she thinking? Was she freaking out? Trying to think of a way out of this situation?

“Kagome?” He tried desperately to mask the uncertainty in his heart as he uttered her name.

She snapped out of her daze upon hearing her name leave his lips, and looking him in the eyes once more, she could tell he was nervous, probably wondering what she thought of him, so she offered him a large smile, followed by a playful wink, before she reached over and gripped him in her hand. She chuckled at the way his eyes widened in surprise momentarily before he allowed them to drift shut, slowly leaning his head back before he allowed it to plop upon her pillow, as his hips unconsciously rose in time with her ministrations.

Inuyasha could hardly stand it, as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, as wave after wave of sensation crashed upon him like a tsunami. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d relieved himself in such a manner, but having Kagome do it was entirely different. He knew she was merely attempting to pleasure him in the same manner as he had done for her only moments prior, but he feared that if he didn’t stop her soon, their night would end prematurely. Regrettably, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around her own, as he whispered “Stop that.”

She stopped instantly, but she couldn’t mask the look of hurt in her eyes, as she quietly asked “Didn’t you like it?”

Laughing, his response was “Of course I did, which is why I had to stop you before it was too late.” Sensing her confusion he laughed again and said “You did want to mate, didn’t you?”

Realization dawned and she blushed, laughing as well, while mumbling “Didn’t know I was that good, didn’t even know what I was doing.”

“You’re that good, Kagome, trust me.”

She blushed again, and awkwardly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, blushing more when she remembered that it was the simple act of Inuyasha tucking a hair behind her ear that had woken her and started everything in the first place.

Inuyasha saw this, and remembered as well, though he did not blush, having gotten the last blush out of his system some time ago, once he realized he was not ugly in her eyes.

“Come here…” he said sweetly while opening his arms for an embrace.

Kagome obeyed happily, crawling back up the bed, and laying down against him, relishing in the contact of flesh on flesh. At first, she had positioned herself slightly off to the side, draping both of her legs to the right of his, but when he once again began orally teasing a breast, Kagome could not help but to readjust her position, as she straddled him, resting her heat against his erection. Somehow throughout her repositioning of herself, his mouth never lost contact with her breast, as he sat up, holding her to him with his right hand behind her back and his left tangled into her hair, suckling her madly while feeling the slickness of her womanhood as it rested against the length of his shaft.

Part of him wanted to flip Kagome over, take her from behind as an inu should, but another part of him, his human heart, knew that it would be better for Kagome to be in control during her first time. His youkai screamed at him to not submit to his female in the dominant position, but he managed to shut it up, reluctantly.

“Kagome…” he groaned between licks of her breasts, “Whenever you’re ready…” he mumbled next, as he rolled his hips in order to more emphasize his point.

Kagome fully understood his meaning, but she was surprised he was willing to take her as the submissive.

“On top? Are you sure?”

“It’ll be easier on you.”

“But…” she knew fully well that his instinct would likely be to take her from behind, and while she had half expected that he would be willing to compromise to the point of taking her in the missionary position, that thought first crossing her mind with the way he’d mounted her earlier, she never in a million years would have expected this.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” she heard him continue when she failed to voice her thoughts aloud, “I know this is your first time.”

“What about you?” she managed to ask.

“Don’t worry so much about it, you can’t hurt my pride, not when you’ve made me the happiest hanyou alive.” he stated truthfully, before delicately pinching a nipple, as he looked her in the eyes.

Kagome had never felt so touched, emotionally or physically, she chuckled to herself at the bad pun, before she voiced aloud “That’s not what I mean. Is this…I mean…have you…” Trying again, she found her voice and asked “Is this also your first time?”

He smiled at her softly, a side of him she used to rarely see, but was quickly growing more accustomed to, as she both observed and felt him reach up with his right hand and gently rest his wrist upon her shoulder, cupping the back of her head with his hand, as he slowly smoothed the skin behind her ear with his thumb.

“Of course it is. Nobody has ever wanted to touch me as a hanyou, until you. Nobody.”

The way he emphasized his last word, Kagome understood what he was saying, without wanting to actually get into a conversation on the subject. Instead of responding verbally, she smiled, and poised herself up on her knees, in order to then lower herself onto him.

Inuyasha saw her rise herself above him, and his eyes widened in realization and anticipation, as he moved both of his hands, and reaching down, he gripped himself, holding himself upright for her descent. Kagome went slowly, not wishing to accidentally slip and impale herself too rapidly. She knew it would hurt, at least at first, and the knowledge that he wished her to take things at her own pace brought forth tears of joy over how much he obviously cared about her. Inuyasha both saw and smelt her tears, but they didn’t worry him when he saw how widely she was smiling, and how much love was shining in her shimmering orbs of velvet. Gripping her side with his other hand, he assisted only in holding her up, so that her leg muscles would not grow tired and cause her to fall, as slowly but surely, he assisted her in lowering herself at her pace.

Kagome and Inuyasha both winced when they felt the tip of his penis begin to enter her, though for different reasons. For Inuyasha, the sensation was one of pure pleasure, she was so fucking tight! Which is why Kagome winced in pain at that moment, she was being stretched in a way she’d never been before. Inuyasha hadn’t physically prepared her that much, not that he could, she understood all too well, what with his deadly sharp claws and all. Maybe if they learned to be careful, they could fool around more in such a nature, but this was still so new to both of them, and while they both contained a basic knowledge of the subject, neither had any experience to speak of. It wasn’t only as if neither of them had ever taken that one final step before. In truth, neither of them had ever even taken the first step, until tonight. Secretly relieving tension by your own hand didn’t count, though it was not an act that Inuyasha alone was guilty of having done. He was also not alone in having his thoughts, while performing such an act, revolve around his current partner, either. Kagome has dreamt of him many times, and so to finally have him now was, quite literally, a dream come true.

She lowered herself more, feeling herself stretch around him, becoming filled by him, impaled by him, one with him. Inuyasha had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life, and every fiber of his being was screaming at him to take her, take her now, hard and fast, but he didn’t react, as he continued only to grip her sides as she lowered herself, even if his grip of her had tightened somewhat. Kagome understood the turmoil he was likely experiencing; she understood that the man she loved was half youkai, and as such, was often overpowered with youkai instinct, youkai gruffness, youkai coldness. She couldn’t get over how human he was acting, allowing his emotions to become visible to her, allowing her to know how much he cared about her, allowing her to see the side of himself he’d always deemed his weakness. He was not afraid to be weak in front of her, and to her, that in it of itself was a strength. She didn’t know how long it would last, she didn’t know if the next day, when they returned to the past, returned to their friends, if he would act as though nothing had happened. If he would act all gruff and tough, his usual bad-ass self. If he would insult her, insinuate he didn’t care, and imply she was weak for being a human. She wouldn’t blow his cover if that was his choice. If he wanted, needed their tender moments to remain their secret, so be it. She knew now, and for all time, how he feels. She’ll never let herself forget, never.

Halfway sheathed within her, Inuyasha had to literally bite down on his own bottom lip in order to keep his mind focused. She felt so fucking good!

Calm down, breath in through your nose, and out through your mouth.

That wasn’t really the best of ideas, though, as breathing in through his nose merely assaulted him with Kagome’s scent yet again. How he wanted to just roll them both over and pound into her, but he wouldn’t do it! He couldn’t! He couldn’t risk hurting his beloved Kagome. She was so gentle, so fragile, so human. He had to be tender for her, despite himself.

Kagome saw how Inuyasha had his eyes pinched closed, how his breathing was labored, and how a small trickle of blood escaped from the side of his mouth. She sighed. He was doing this for her, but it wasn’t very fair for him, was it? Rising herself back up, she felt the burning and stinging start to relieve itself, as she heard an undistinguishable whimper escape his lips. Plunging herself downward upon him then, she suppressed her desire to cry out in pain as she engulfed him to the hilt, ripping through her maiden barrier.

Inuyasha had not been prepared for her action, otherwise he could have tightened his hold on her in order to prevent her from plummeting downward so rapidly, but it was clear to him that it was deliberate, and for that, he was grateful. This was for the best, he presumed. Now she could sit still until she became accustomed to his size. When the scent of blood that was not his own drifted up toward his nostrils, he tried desperately to push the thought back.

Kagome sat perfectly still, and eventually, she noticed, the pain she felt had started to subside. Inuyasha must have been able to tell this too, by the way her muscles relaxed around him, because it was around this time when she heard him mumble “The pain will probably go away faster if you move.”

She nodded in agreement, though he didn’t see it due to the fact that his eyes were still pinched shut. Slowly, she rose herself up off of him again, only to lower herself back down once more. The stinging pain remained, but Kagome did notice a wave of pleasure that had washed through her at the same time. Well, she thought, That’s a good sign. Raising and lowering herself again, she found that her pain, slowly but surely, was fading away. Inuyasha whimpered again, and she saw how he still had his body clamped tightly in his tension, his hands now clutched firmly her bedding at his sides since he deemed it was safe to release his grip of her hips.

“Are you also in pain?” she asked him worriedly, when she saw more blood leak from his mouth, and knew that he was biting himself.

“Yes.” he answered desperately, “But a different kind.” he added, cracking an eye open to meet hers. “You feel so fucking amazing. I want to slam into you so badly…” What was it about her body engulfing his cock that made him so brutally honest?

“Give me a minute…” she answered, “…and I’ll let you do just that.”

She blushed horribly at her own words, but she soon didn’t care, as she found wave after wave of pleasure seemed to diminish the lingering pain she still felt. Soon enough, she was rising and lowering herself in a steady rhythm, a rhythm Inuyasha thought to match, as he slowly met her with his hips. Once she was actually moving, he found himself slowly able to relax as well, as he opened his eyes to gaze up at her. She was truly amazing. Shifting his vision a tad lower, he relished in the sight before him. Seeing himself disappear into her welcoming nether regions, he couldn’t help it, he growled. Kagome opened her eyes, which she hadn’t realized had drifted shut, upon hearing said growl, and glancing down at him, she saw all too well where his line of vision was located, and it made her feel strangely animalistic, herself.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” she teased, all the while wondering where on earth that side of her had come from.

Inuyasha’s eyes rose to meet hers, and it was clear he was wondering the same thing she was, but after a moment, seeing the expression on her face caused him to take on a more lustful expression of his own, as he said “Yeah, I like watching my bitch fuck me.”

He knew he could call her bluff, her blush in that instant was comical, but she nevertheless continued working herself up and down, until she was suddenly stilled by Inuyasha’s hands upon her waist.

“Your pain gone?” he asked.

Panting, she wiped the sweat from her brow, and after a moment she remembered that she had in fact been in pain at the beginning. “Yes.” she answered simply, allowing her body to relax against him when she felt him shift them both so that she was now lying beneath him. Good, she mused, her leg muscles were getting sore.

He went slowly, at first, as if testing her honestly as to whether or not she was still in any pain, but his unasked question was answered quite well when he heard the loud moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. Gently, he reached for her legs, and encouraged them to rest on his shoulders. Kagome was amazed by the new position, as was Inuyasha, truthfully, when they each felt how much pleasure this angle brought forth. It wasn’t long at all before he was pounding into her with a thundering force, sweat dripping from his body, as he gripped her shoulders to keep her from sliding backward with the sheer force of his slamming torso. She reached her arms up, gripping him as well, as she desperately attempted to hold on for the ride. Who would have thought anything could feel so heavenly?

Inuyasha growled and grunted in time with his thrusts, as he pounded her hastily and thoroughly, never having imagined in a million years that this event would have ever come to pass. He felt the coil winding itself tightly within him, and he knew he was powerless to prevent what happened next. Trying desperately not to howl too loudly, for fear of waking the rest of the house hold, he failed to repress his audible exclamation of pleasure entirely, as he yelped and whimpered, all embarrassment over sounding or acting more like a dog, dead and gone long ago. Kagome did not, in fact, mind one bit, that he barked or growled like a dog, but the way he had also, in the human tongue, called out her name, wrapped a warm blanket of contentment around her heart.

Coming down from Nirvana, he let his mate’s legs drop from his shoulders. He felt guilty for reaching his completion so soon, but glancing down at the woman gazing back up at him, she didn’t seem to mind. Kagome was looking at him in love, and contentment, not disgust or regret, and for him, that look meant more than the act of mating itself ever could. Sniffing, he glanced downward, and spied the mess he had made of her. A human male may get up to retrieve a rag or something, but he was inu. Something he realized was rather obvious, and didn’t bother her in the least. Grinning to himself then, he decided to clean her the way any inu male would clean their mate. Somehow, he didn’t think she’d mind.

Kagome gasped in surprise when she felt him move down her body and plant his tongue between her legs. It was so swift and…unexpected. She could tell he was cleaning her up, and not necessarily trying to pleasure her, but when his tongue brushed against her little nub of pleasure, she couldn’t help the hiss that escaped her.

Inuyasha paused, glancing up at her with a quirked eyebrow. He knew she hadn’t reached her own completion, but he’d thought of rubbing her with his fingers as being too risky. This…on the other hand….

Kagome gasped for breath yet again, when she felt the tip of his tongue delicately flick itself across her swollen bundle of nerves, and in that instant, she realized he was doing it on purpose, or at least he was now.

“You like that?” he asked, and she was amazed at the lack of sarcasm in his voice. He wasn’t teasing her, not in the slightest, he was genuinely asking her, wanting to know what she wanted.

“Yes…” she managed to moan, right as he did it again, causing her whole body to shake.

She was already close from the friction of their earlier joining, so it did not take him long at all before she was writhing in pleasure below him, squirming in an attempt to release the building pressure even faster. He reached for her, cautious of his claws, as he carefully parted her nether lips, earning a loud moan from her in response. He swirled the tip of his tongue around her nub, then closing his lips in gently around her, he suckled with the smallest of force, before he delved his tongue into her depths, and then pulling out, scraped its length across her entire opening, as he lapped at her. Kagome could feel that she was close, so close, damn it! The scales were finally tipped when she felt Inuyasha press the mass of his tongue flatly against her, and shake his head swiftly from side to side. She exploded in a sudden burst of pleasure, trying desperately not to scream out herself, as she moaned his name, while clamping her hands down against his head, careful not to hurt his sensitive ears, as she pinned his face to herself, riding him through her waves of pleasure.

Inuyasha was overjoyed that he was able to bring her so much pleasure, bring her to her own completion. Crawling back up her body then, he plopped himself down upon the bed at her side, lazily wrapping an arm around her, as he mumbled “I love you so much” while pulling her blanket back up over them both.

Kagome glanced sideways at him, and lovingly responded “I love you too.”

Smiling, they snuggled into each other’s embrace, and slowly allowed sleep to find them.