This is pure, fluffy, smutty Waffy goodness. If you don't want your teeth
to rot at the sweetness -- and the amazing idiocy of two kids in love --
don't read it. I would like some critiques; the only lemon work I've
published so far has been yaoi, so please! Make sure I've got this all
right, mmhmm? This is NOT quite... PWP, but ... it's just there for the
romantic in most of us.
Authors notes are avaiable with critiques, etc -- there are reasons for 90%
of this fic, so just go ahead and ask if you wish to C&C.
NOTE: This has NOT been beta'd at all. This is straight from my pervy self
to you!
Thanks!
Goodbye, Hello
A WAFFy Smutfic For Inu-Yasha and Kagome.
Sunset had painted the sky in hues of rose and lavender, a bouquet of
pastels strewn across the sky. The hues of the Shikon were painted there,
along with the deeper purples of Miroku�s eyes, the rich rose of Sango�s
eyeshadow, and traces of Shippou�s orange hair. As the sun vanished, Kagome
could see the bloody reds of Inu-Yasha�s fire-rat haori spread along the
horizon.
It was as if everything here conspired to make her feel as if she could not
leave this place for too long. There was too much to come back too, despite
their mission being completed. Naraku dead, the Shikon completed, Kikyou at
rest. So much done, and it only took two years to do it in.
�Are you really ready to leave?�
Inu-Yasha�s question startled Kagome out of her thoughts, making her glance
sidelong at her companion. Hanyou still and forever to be, he had made the
decision to not purify his blood of youkai or human content, but merely
exist as he was. He would not trade his strength for frailty, or increase
his power and attain true immortality.
No matter his choice, Kagome had come to the bleak realization that they
had no place in each other�s world. She could not stay in the feudal era
forever, and a demon could not exist in her world of skyscrapers and highways.
�Kagome?� he stared at her now, confusion spread across his boyish
features. �Na, it looks like you�re thinking too hard, Kagome. Stop that or
you�ll hurt yourself.�
She blinked again, and then laughed, reaching out to tug a lock of white
hair, before turning to the well.
�Are you going to go or not?� Inu-Yasha asked, hopping up onto the well.
Claws dug into the wooden beams, and he tensed slightly, looking down into
the portal between times.
�Yes,� Kagome answered, climbing up with far less grace. �We�re going.�
�Eh? �We�re�?� Inu-Yasha�s face scrunched up in thought. �You think I�m
coming with you?�
�You are, aren�t you? I can�t haul that pack back the well, as packed as it
is now!� Kagome replied, pointing to the massive bag the hanyou had often
had to lug about, sitting on the edge of the well.
Inu-Yasha sighed, and he nodded, reaching out to grab the bag with one
hand, and then Kagome with the other; the pack was slung on his back,
Kagome he drew close for a brief moment.
�I�m not letting you just walk away,� he said simply, shocking the girl
with the forwardness of his manner. �I worked to hard to keep you with me.�
�I-Inu-Yasha!� Kagome didn�t realize he�d leapt into the well, with her
held to his chest, until it was to late. Trapped in his embrace, she
tumbled with him.
As they drifted through time, two kisses followed. The first was a chaste
brush of lips, feather light over Kagome's own -- a reverent show of
affection from the boy who had never shown such a worshipful manner to her
before. The next was a firm press of his mouth to hers, till she yielded
completely, giving way to his hunger.
She didn�t quite notice they�d touched down until he drew from her, his
amber eyes intent on hers. He licked his lips, taking a slow breath as he
eased his arm from around her and allowed her to find her feet.
Once Kagome got her breath back, she looked at him oddly. "Why such
different kisses?" she asked.
"First, for goodbye," he explained. "The second, for hello."
Her quizzical expression did not change, hand lifted as if she might touch
the kisses left on her lips, but Inu-Yasha did not elaborate. He simply
turned and began to climb up the walls of the well, dirt giving way under
his claws and falling in his wake. Rather then be dirty and dusty, Kagome
waited for him to crest the top, and then followed after.
They exited the shrine together, The sunset was rudely interrupted by the
jagged teeth of the Tokyo skyline, pushing back the colors of Sango,
Miroku, and Shippou. Kagome took comfort in the fact that only had to look
to her left to catch sight of Inu-Yasha�s red haori.
�Will you stay for dinner?� Kagome asked hopefully.
�And let your Grandfather chase me about the shrine with his useless
wards?� Inu-Yasha asked, and then considered. A smirk crossed his lips, and
he nodded. �Yeah, sure.�
Kagome sighed and inducted them inside; only to find a note. The family had
gone out to dinner with friends. Souta had a sleep over. The house was empty.
�Damn,� Inu-Yasha muttered after Kagome read the note to him. �I don�t get
to give the old geezer fits?�
Kagome couldn�t help but laugh, but added, �I�ll make something if you want.�
�Let me unload your stuff first, okay?� The hanyou moved passed her to go
down the hall toward her room, and Kagome followed. His familiarity with
her home, and the brazenness that he had just going into her room as if he
belonged in it irked her. Even so, as she watched him putting the bag down
and out of the way, it bled away.
�Will you stay, tonight?� She asked abruptly.
He lifted his head and peered quietly at her. �Here? In your time?�
�Yes. Why not? You�ve done it before.� Kagome said. She hastily added, �In
my bed, even.�
Inu-Yasha sniffed the air slightly, and then went to sit upon her bed, his
hand smoothing over the green coverlet. �Yeah, I know,� he replied after a
moment. �But Kagome there�s no need for you to go back. Or for me to stay.
I�� He paused.
�We need to talk about this, don�t we?� he pitched his voice low, as if
afraid that her family even across town might somehow hear their
conversation.
�Talk about what, Inu-Yasha?� Kagome gave a gentle, verbal prod, moving
over to sit beside him.
�This. Your time. My time. Us.�
�Is there an �us�, Inu-Yasha?�
�Don�t be stupid!� Inu-Yasha snapped at the question, startling Kagome. �Of
course there�s an �us�. What sort of idiot question is that?�
�Was there an �us� when Ki� His hand was over her mouth before she could
utter the dead woman�s name.
Amber eyes smoldering, Inu-Yasha kept his palm gently over Kagome�s mouth
as she sat beside him. �Yes. There was an �us� then and there�s an �us�
now. Stupid girl. Didn�t you understand? Goodbye, hello!�
Two kisses, she realized. One for goodbye and one for hello.
Curling her fingers around his wrist, she tugged his hand gently down from
her mouth.
�You said goodbye��
�To her.�
��and hello��
�To you.�
Kagome felt her world spin for a moment. �And end and a beginning?� she
wondered aloud.
�That was the idea,� Inu-Yasha muttered. His mouth opened to protest her
stupidity once again, but he quickly found that she�d thrown her arms
around him and drawn him to him for another kiss, returning the �hello� he
had given her with one of her own, in kind. He tasted her again, this time
both hungry for each other.
Once she drew away, they both laughed with giddiness, the sudden burst of
freedom from any other obligation other then each other stuck them both to
the core. His hands were in her hair, she was drawing him down to the bed,
and they had no other thoughts other then the fact that they were together.
�You know how long I�ve wanted to do that?� she murmured as he dropped
kisses around her face and jaw.
�Too long, from the looks of it,� he chuckled softly. For once not warrior
nor priestess but simply a man and woman. The pair entwined their arms
around each other, legs tangled. His fangs grazed her neck before he lapped
at the light wounds he raised, and then they laughed again until they were
breathless from it.
They lay together as night fell, not worrying about any light other then
what poured through the window. They listened together as her family came
home and went about their business, content in the cocoon of each other�s
arms. Kisses were occasionally exchanged, only to pause so they could
listen and then laugh softly in the darkness of her room.
As they listened to night fall in the Hiragushi household, Inu-Yasha
murmured, �Ne, Kagome?�
�What?�
�Weren�t we going to talk?�
�Do we have to?� Kagome didn�t want to talk. Talking might mean facing that
painful realization.
�No. Not yet. I think I can stay here a while like this.�
They fell into quiet as the house did; Inu-Yasha�s mouth found a pleasant
occupation with Kagome�s earlobe, eliciting small sounds of pleasure from
her. His hands smoothed over her back; one wandered forward, skirting over
her hip, toward her ribs, and she stiffened slightly as she realized its path.
When she froze, he froze, and both just looked at each other a moment;
Inu-Yasha was anxious, and Kagome was surprised.
Her shock melted into something else, however; her expression gentled and
she brushed some of Inu-Yasha�s hair from his face.
�I did ask you to stay,� Kagome said. �With me, tonight.�
�B-but...�
�Shush,� Kagome�s fingers lay over his lips lightly, silencing his protests.
�Can�t I just be a normal girl?� Kagome asked. �A normal girl with a boy,
who wants to just be complete with him for a night?� Her voice dropped in
pitch, and she whispered, �I know you can�t stay with me, Inu-Yasha. I
know. But... can�t I just... have this night?�
Inu-Yasha was still a moment, his breath warm against her fingers as he
regarded her in the darkness.
Then his arms tightened around her, and he nuzzled her hair, sighing
softly. �Idiot,� he murmured. �As if I...�
�Shh,� she said again.
�Kagome��
�Will you stay?� she asked.
�Yes.�
�Will you come back?� she asked.
�Time can�t stop me.�
�Then,� she said with a smile, �that�s all I need. You�re all I need,
Inu-Yasha.�
Kisses were exchanged again, slow and sweet; Kagome�s hand found
Inu-Yasha�s even as their breath mingled, and she drew it up and pressed it
over her heart. Inu-Yasha could hear the quickened beat, and now it raced
beneath his palm.
�Gods,� he murmured. �No wonder Miroku can�t ever keep his hands off a girl.�
She laughed again, and did not protest when his fingers splayed, sliding
down over her soft curves, taking in the swell of her breast with tentative
touches. She bit back a sound of surprise, but soon he lost his shyness and
massaged her soft flesh without hesitation, pad of his thumb flicking over
the stiffening peak of her breast.
He didn�t leave her unoccupied; his mouth sought hers and they kissed
again, innocent exchange burning away for something more heated, less tame.
He wasn�t satisfied for long with what he had for soon Inu-Yasha�s hand had
grabbed Kagome�s blouse and untucked it, so that he could slide his hand
beneath it.
Imagine his frustration when he remembered she wore those damn �bra� things.
As he growled, she laughed, and he made a noise of irritation.
�Why must you wear so many layers and why must they be so� damned
constricting!?� he demanded.
She pushed him back and sat up as he watched her. A flush colored her
cheeks, but she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her scarf. Pushing her top
off her shoulders and tugging it free of her arms, she could not lift her
eyes to him, even when she sat in just that bra.
:�Do you want to take it off?� she asked hesitantly.
�Gods, yes!�
She gave a small laugh at his enthusiasm, but then turned her back to him.
�Can you see where it hooks together?� she asked, pulling her thick hair
out of the way.
He tugged and fumbled a moment, before Kagome felt the bra come loose about
her torso. She slid it free of her arms, and then gasped sharply.
�You didn�t!� He�d cut the strap in two in his impatience! She could hardly
believe it, and threw the article in his face in her irritation.
�Inu-Yasha, that was one of my best bras!�
�Well, it�s off now!� he growled in return, and reached for her even as he
tugged the bra from his head and tossed it to the floor. He caught her
between his body and the wall her bed was against, kissing her firmly,
destroying her resistance with his own, energetic affection.
�Okay,� she mumbled as his mouth left hers. She let her head rest against
the wall as she felt Inu-Yasha�s mouth trek down her neck, to her
collarbone. Each brought a sharp gasp, the pleasure-pain his sharp teeth
brought was soothed by soft kisses and passes of his tongue, till he had
kissed a trail down to her sternum.
Considering a breast he cupped, he glanced up at her, before lathing one of
her nipples with his tongue, curling it around the strawberry-hued aureole
and causing her to gasp and shudder under his mouth.
He wasn�t sure what was better. The way she smelt, the way she tasted, or
the way she quivered.
�Kagome,� he growled against her skin, and bit gently; hard enough to leave
marks, soft enough to not break the skin.
�Let me away from the wall!� she gasped softly. �Or I�m going to smack my
head against it and wake mother!�
He laughed again, and then tugged her back down to the bed, rolling
half-atop her. He was hardly leaving his new prize. His mouth switched
between breasts, encouraged as Kagome�s hands slid into his hair and rubbed
at the base of his ears. A low growl rumbled up through him, shivering
through her skin, and she gave a low moan in response.
Once he was satisfied that her breasts all but ached from his teasing, he
lifted his head to look down at her, spread out across her bed.
It was the best thing he�d ever seen in his life. The marks of his teeth
were his, the flush to her skin was because he�d touched her, and her eyes
were glassy with pleasure.
He began to tug at his own clothing, untying his haori quickly enough, but
stopping in shock as he felt her tug on the ties at his waist. She was
undressing him! Completely! Not that he wasn�t thankful as she tugged his
clothing loose and he felt his erection finally eased from the binding
fundoshi.
�Gods,� he mutteredand then realized that Kagome was staring. At him. With
wide, wide eyes.
�What?� he asked, his voice holding an unmistakable quaver.
�I�ve never� seen�� Kagome stammered out her inexperience and
embarrassment, but then continued to tug and continue to strip the hanyou.
Between the two of them and some clumsy shifting, the hanyou was disrobed.
�You can�t cut my skirt off,� Kagome said as he searched her waist for the
clasp. However, as he fumbled with the foreign button, she gave a pained
yelp. He drew his hands back as the slight tang of blood stung his nostrils.
�Shit!� he exclaim. �Kagome! I�m sorry!� He tugged at her skirt, revealing
where his claws had nicked her, drawing a tiny bead of blood from the small
cut. Inu-Yasha looked to the smear of crimson on one claw, and then at his
almost-lover.
Reaching out, she clasped her hands around his. �It�s okay. I know you
didn�t mean it,� she assured him. They�d come to far to stop now, over a
tiny cut, she told herself. �You�ll just have to try and be careful, okay?
I�m not a tough hanyou like you.�
He smoothed the bead of blood from her hip, and it did not ooze again; it
was just a small puncture, he realized enough to make her bleed and give
him a good scare.
Inu-Yasha allowed her to guide him to the buttons again. He carefully undid
them, and then slid free of her skirt. Panties with a pink bow, smelling of
her arousal, were all that stood between him and her once the skirt was gone.
With great delicacy, he helped her out of them, and tossed them to join
everything else that had landed on the nebulous darkness of the floor.
Then they sat together, kneeling across from each other in a moment of
indecision and confusion. Neither knew quite what to do next! Oh, both knew
the basics of biology, the mechanics of mating, but this was different. He
didn�t want to hurt her, and she wanted to make him happy.
Love made everything amazingly complicated.
�I don�t know what to do,� Kagome admitted bleakly.
Inu-Yasha sighed, �Well, I know� what to do�� He eventually huffed, and
scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his blush. �If I don�t put
my weight on you, do you think that would be better?�
�You mean��
�You on top of me.�
Kagome flushed at the idea. Her, in the �dominant� position? �I guess so��
It was the safest way, they deemed; Kagome held the control of their speed
and motion with her weight atop him, and Inu-Yasha�s weight would not add
to the strength of his already powerful thrusts. They could still have
wonderful sex; they simply wouldn�t have sex dangerous to Kagome�s physical
health.
Oh, the woes of loving a half-demon.
Kagome didn�t mind the �dominant� position, she found, once she was atop
her beloved. She could see all of him this way; from the fan of his white
hair beneath him, to the play of his expression, down to the way his
muscles rippled beneath skin and scar tissue.
It was the ugly, red blotch that her fingers went first; still a new scar,
it held a rawness that would only be cured with time, so bright against his
otherwise fair skin. The pads of her fingers traced the edge like the
ridges of a mountain on a map, her gray-blue eyes dark with her
contemplation of this one lasting blemish on his body.
At least, until he finally laughed and curled beneath her, flushing.
�It tickles,� he said sheepishly a moment later, under her scrutinizing gaze.
�I didn�t know hanyou were ticklish,� Kagome said with an air of innocence,
her fingers beginning to travel apart, toward his ribs. �Where else are you
ticklish?�
Grabbing her hands, the hanyou answered, �Too many places for you to go
looking for them all!� He gave a gentle tug on her hands, drawing her down
to his chest so that he could kiss her; a lingering exploration of her
mouth, tongue tasting deep.
When she purred her own delight, he answered with a pleased growl. Parting
for the necessity of breath, they spared only a few seconds for oxygen
intake, before trying it again.
Eventually, he worked up the courage to touch her again; his hands smoothed
up over her hips, seeking her scar in turn; the jagged tear, under her
ribs, where the shikon had been torn free. She didn�t giggle; she was less
ticklish than he.
His thumb brushed over the marred flesh, as they parted again kisses going
uncounted at this point and he smiled.
No, he grinned.
�What is that look for?� Kagome queried, her fingers sinking into his white
hair.
�I just realized,� he said, �how that damn rock did give me everything I
wanted.�
She laughed at that, and kissed him again, more soundly; with the shift of
her hips against his, he groaned. The urge to buck against her was growing,
as was the urge to roll her over and simply take her.
�Kagome�� the need was rich in his voice, and it thrilled her to hear it.
She�d done that! She�d made him sound like that. Not any other woman, not
Kikyou, but her. She rewarded him with a rock of her hips, and he groaned
again, his hips rising against her.
�Don�t tease, dammit!� he growled throatily beneath her.
�So stop ah! moving!� she protested, feeling a shudder run down her
spine. But they were moving anyway; back and forth as inexorably as the
tide moved to the pull of the moon.
Inu-Yasha�s hands locked on her hips and lifted her weight off him after a
few more moments of teasing.
�Guide me,� he growled again, eyes flashing in the dim light of the room.
Her hands dipped between them, finding his length, now slicked with her
fluids, and held him carefully. Slowly, he drew her downward, until he felt
the crown of his erection enveloped in her heat. He let go of her hips and
clenched at the bed-sheets, claws shredding into the comforter centimeter
by centimeter as Kagome took over, lowering herself at her own pace as
every single muscle in Inu-Yasha�s body stood sharply out, tensed at every
limb.
A stuttering gasp escaped him as he felt her hips finally contact his, and
he looked at her through slitted eyes.
She was glorious.
Her head tossed back, her hair falling free down over her shoulders, the
fullness of her breasts as she arched her back, to the very way her hands
splayed over her thighs as she adjusted to the way he filled her. She was
glorious and perfect, kissed with moonlight from the window.
He lifted his hands from the now-ruined comforter, sliding them over the
expanse of her thighs till they laid over her delicate fingers; it roused
her from whatever it was that gripped her.
Gazing down at him, she found him equally perfect. Inhumanly beautiful, the
ring of the rosary the only interruption of his paleness, the rise and fall
of his chest as his breath hitched with his passion. Human or hanyou, she
was sure there was no one else she could imagine herself with at this moment.
�Are you okay?� he breathed in a rush.
�Oh yes,� she murmured. �It�s just�different.� She shifted atop him, making
him gasp with her movements, and then settled again.
They stayed still for a few moments more, before stillness became stagnant,
and they realized they had to move forward to completion. Inu-Yasha�s hands
found her hips again, helping her draw up and drop down in a slow rhythm,
even as his blood demanded more. His hips rocked with her, rising and
falling, cresting and dropping with the tide of their lovemaking.
Now all words were lost; they spoke in tongues, incoherent whispers, soft
platitudes and endearments that were nonsensical. The fear of being caught
kept them quiet it was more of a strain for Inu-Yasha than Kagome; his
instinct was to growl and make noise, but quietness came easy to the young
woman who he took, then, as his lover.
But the tide came faster for them, till they gave in to the oldest rhythm
of either world and simply held onto each other as they rode out their
passions and each other in the dark. His claws pricked her skin, but she
felt no pain; his hips ground against hers, but he felt no bruise. Only her
above him, only him below her.
He couldn�t stop from crying out sharply as he reached his peak, shuddering
and bucking hard beneath her; his hands on her hips helped her work faster
and faster until she joined him with a shuddering peak. She bit her lip,
her fingernails digging into his shoulders and creating half-moons of red
in his skin as she held back her cries.
And then it was over. She slumped to his chest, he wrapped his arms around
her, and for a moment, they just struggled to breathe in the aftershocks
that rippled through them. He tingled. She thrummed. Between them, they
felt as if they�d just touched heaven and found themselves still in bed in
a tiny, normal room in Kagome�s time.
�Promise me you�re mine,� Inu-Yasha murmured.
�Always,� Kagome whispered.
�I�ll never leave you for long. And I�ll always come back, Kagome.�
Promises made, they lapsed into silence again, before slowly untangling
from each other. He pushed down the covers, and they crawled into her bed
together.
Dawn would find them concave to convex; Inu-Yasha spooned against her back
with his nose at her neck, an arm looped around her middle. White hair
spread over the green coverlet like a fall of late snow, and they dozed
peacefully till the sun crept through the room of little cat�s feet.
After all, rest was the warrior�s true reward, after a quest fulfilled.
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