A Night to Remember

AUTHOR: Angelhart
GENRE: romance/humor
STORY: one shot
STATUS: complete
RATING: M (this story contains adult content!)
DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi / the television series are produced by Sunrise.

Chapter 2

Something was tickling her. Looking down Kagome noticed her yukata being pushed open. Sunbeams shown upon long silver white hair. Dawn.

He was using her body as a pillow. His head resting on top of her stomach. Soft ears twitching against the underside of her breasts. The featherlike brushes each time they tweaked was erotic. The feeling spreading downward towards her nether region.

His right hand against her side was caressing and it seemed every nerve inside her had become hypersensitive after their activity in the night. Her skin very much responsive to the movement of calloused fingertips and the careful raking of claws.

When she gasped he turned his head and looked at her. The sniff of his nose and the sultry look he gave her told her he picked up on her arousal. But that had been his attempt, right? For seconds in the morning. Not that she minded. In fact she was probably just as eager.

He kissed upwards on her body. Taking a moment to suck and lick each nipple of her breasts before voicing a cheerful: "morning". Then his mouth latched onto hers. His tongue seeking entry to explore anew.

"My scent is all over you. I like it," he said as he looked at her.

"I like waking up with you like this," she replied.

The ears were forced to flatten as his head rubbed under her chin. "Me too."

She moved her fingers of both her hands through his hair. A wicked thought entering her mind that when he would fall asleep next to her again and she found herself bored she could braid strands. She could even do so now…

He lifted his head. Eyes narrowing. "Whatcha doing?"

She pulled her fingers back. "Nothing," she answered sweetly.

He sat up and she realized he was naked as he straddled her legs. His hands moving to the back of his head to grab the strand she had been toying with. Pulling it to the front he noticed the start of a braid.

"You little…"

She wanted to giggle, but the sight in front of her was far too distracting. He had matured since she had last seen him naked. Well, from the waist up as far as she could tell. And that was three years ago. She only had seen two short glimpses once of whatever was down below. His had become a little more broad. More muscled. Not to buff though. Still that slim build. The pecs of his abdomen more structured. Giving him that slight washboard effect. She slid her sleep yukata off her shoulders as she sat up and let her fingers trace the pectorals and the abs below.

As soon as he had undone what she had produced with his hair he was looking at her exploration of his body. Trying to keep his desire to explore her in his true form as well on hold for the moment.

Attached to his pelvis were strong hips. Ones that could push his body up like a spiral spring as he jumped in the air. Each hop covering a large distance. Her eyes were drawn next to the white hairs below his belly. She let her fingers slide through them. A weird jealousy that those pubic hairs felt much softer than hers. More like fur. The soft coat of a puppy. It almost made her giggle as she looked up to see the furry ears turn on his head.

Her puppy.

The part of him that proved his gender was already standing erect. The curve, the patch of furry white, it was impossible to not compare it with the transformed version of the sheathed sword that stood against the wall close to the entrance of their cabin. She had no experience to compare, but she was certain he had no right to have any complaints about that.

She became aware he was holding his breath due to the tension in his chest.

"Kagome…," he moaned, "don't just look." His right hand grabbed her left and placed it over his member. His fingers tightening their grip as he felt the twitch in her hand when it made contact. There was a jerk from his hips when her fingers moved tentatively as his hand released hers after being sure she would not retreat.

Her strokes were so soft. So tender. Whenever he indulged himself in some solo play his movements would be rough. Painful almost. Just means to an end. Nothing more. This was so much better. Every caress was setting his whole body on fire. No fantasy of the woman beneath him combined with his own hand could better that.

Reluctantly he was compelled to stop it though. Prying her fingers from him. Her scent was beckoning to him. He wanted to explore more than enjoy her touches. After he would be sated, then she could touch him all she wanted.

The disappointment on her face – her shyness finally overpowered by confidence and curiosity – he would alter soon enough. Bending forward he kissed her lips and pushed her to lay back on the futon before descending to her throat. The pulse in the main artery that lay beneath the skin was increasing. In sync with the faster rhythm of her heartbeat.

He had only fondled her breasts in his human form. He would rectify that now. His mouth covering the aureole completely, his tongue curling around the puckered bud of flesh. Making it just as erect as a specific appendage of his. She was gasping and pushing her chest against his mouth. Her hands grabbing his shoulders and squeezing the joints. His right hand was tending to the other breast. His index and thumb trying to copy the movements of what his tongue was doing to the twin. Her right hand was in his hair now, massaging his scalp and the slight push did not go unnoticed. He switched breasts with his mouth, removing his hand and gave it the same attention. Letting the cool morning air tease the one that now would be neglected.

His ears were pinned forward as they were eager to pick up on every whimper that escaped her lips. She was apparently vocal. He liked that. She tried to be quiet though, but it could be her inexperience that was failing her miserably to do that. He had no objections to that. Tracing a path to her stomach with hands and mouth he didn't object at all as he listened to the sounds she made.

He pushed her legs apart, but avoided the place that craved his attention the most. Her body already arching to the prospect of such touch. Instead he moved to her legs. Placing a kiss on each knee joint before moving up. His tongue licking on the inside of her thigh in its path.

Suddenly her body shuddered. Her hands clutching the bedlinen beneath her. The right leg he was nibbling was twitching. Laughter filled the room. "S-sstop." Tears were rolling down her face as her mouth was having a hard time to form the right syllables. "S-ss-sstop p-please."

Fingers pressed against her thighs, carefully holding her twisting body in place. His head looking up. Eyes following the line of her body to her face. The moment his head was raised the objects that had her spasm were removed as well and she found her voice again.

"It tickles," she laughed. "They tickle."

It took a couple of seconds before it dawned on him. Then he moved them purposely. Two furry triangles turning to the side and back up. His confused expression turning most mischievously as he held her gaze. Then he lowered his eyes to the junction of her legs. He knew his ears had brushed against that place as well. He felt the moisture on the tips of them. Her scent now so musk and sweet mixed with his. He slid himself more up towards that place. Ignoring her "no" that was released in a squeaky voice he gave a long leisured lick over the folds.

Her body pressed itself in the bedding. His ears catching a lovely moan. His fingers feeling the shivers of her skin. All those things that the action retracted from her called for a definite repetition. And he did just that. Repeating the same motion. Her scent spiked massively. Her taste exquisite. He dove in for the source making her arch and thrash on the futon.

He tightened his hold on her hips as much as his fingers were able to without his claws digging into her fragile skin. The last thing he wanted was the smell of trickling blood tainting the lovely aroma of her and the pleasured moans and cries turning into painful ones.

His appendage was teasing the fleshy walls before retreating. Then tracing a path upwards to the protruding bud. His lips sealed around it and it was sucked in his mouth.

There was a pitched cry from her as her body writhed. Her eyes watering again.

"Please... I need... I need..."

He stopped his rough assault on her senses. Now tending to the sensitive nerve bundle with gentle licks. He knew what she needed. His body ached for it as well.

Her arms reached out to him as he moved up her body. Her hands pulling him towards her and into her embrace. Her legs spreading more, eager for him to make the movement that would join their bodies as one. She was more than ready and he entered her with ease. Her body slick due to his attentions. So warm so welcome. Unexpectedly she trembled. Her body so riled up from his previous ministrations it orgasmed at his entry. He was caught off guard by it. Her clenching not only drawing him in, but forcing his own release so sudden as well. He couldn't stop it. He wasn't fast enough to make a hasty retreat to wait it out or force an image of something unsexual to him - like his brother or picturing a naked Kaede - in his head to hold it off.

He was panting above her watching her perspired body coming back down to earth. His member throbbing inside her spreading his warm seed within her womb. He watched her eyes opening again. Looking at him. So much love. So delightfully glowing with satisfaction. And then surprise filled them for he had not really softened inside of her.

"M-more?" And the way she asked it so timidly, so innocently, made him harden in full again.

There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as they stared into hers. "Part demon, remember?" The human body was a weak thing. He hated it. But he had to admit it had served its purpose most pleasantly as it had aided him in his first intimate experience with Kagome. Now the world was colorful again. Heightened senses that picked up the scent of sex that had filled the cabin. Feeding his mind deliciously. The sound of her rush heated blood flow and the fast beat of the organ that sustained that rapid current.

She would come to learn the pleasantry of demon perks. The image of the sight of her exhausted body panting on the futon - unable to keep up with his stamina - entering his mind. She would become bedridden if it was up to him. Now been given the taste of carnal pleasure he knew it wouldn't be enough.

He nudged her face with his head. His nose pressed to her skin he took in her scent. One of her hands reached for an ear and grabbed it. Then the appendage was encased by a wet mouth. Each light tug, each mild suck forced a most pleasant tightening in his stomach and lower. His rumbling moans vibrating through the skin of her throat.

Blunt nails raking the skin of his back as they moved up and down. Muscles cringing underneath the pressure of her fingers. It was almost too much. How could he withstand excruciating pain from massive injuries and his skin be now so sensitive from mere strokes it was driving him insane?

With a snarl he moved his hands. So quick it had happened in the time she blinked once. One by one his hands had snatched hers from his back. Grabbing her arms and moving them to place them above her head. His fingers holding her wrists in a firm grip. He watched amused as those dark pupils in her eyes widened. A little shocked at his sudden domination. But the way her scent became more heavy he knew it had spiked her arousal as well.

"You don't need your legs, do you?" He asked knowing his eyes held a naughty sparkle. His hips pushed against her body. The rolling movement forcing her to take more of him. Allowing him deeper. "I can carry you everywhere."

He moved his hands so that her fingers were given room to entangle themselves with his. His left hand giving a gentle squeeze.

He was delighted in the sight that she could barely move. Her hands held tightly above her head. The position forcing her back to stretch and pushing her chest up. His demon half most content with his full control. The human female beneath him so anxious. The timid human in him still there to see to it that she remained anxious and wanting.

He captured a nipple with his teeth. Scraping his fangs over it gently before soothing the bud with his warm tongue. Meanwhile his hips found a slow rhythm. Hers pushing up to meet his thrusts as much as his heavy body allowed her to do so.

His name rolled of her lips. His ears pinned straight to catch every syllable of it. The erotic tone of her voice very pleasurable to his sensitive hearing.

Her hands pulled on the grip that held them in place. She wanted to hold him. Her slight frustration that she couldn't only adding to his excitement. Especially as she made a sound that could be compared to a growl. It even made him lift his head from her breasts to look at her.

Never ever had her scowling face looked so enticing. It made him wonder what the command would do if she would let it slip now. It would most certainly drive him deeper into her body. But unfortunately it would hurt her as well for his full weight would be crushed upon her. He did lick his lips as if to provoke her to do so. And he could see the predicament take form in her eyes. Her mind waging the perhaps surprising pro's against the probably hurtful cons. Her silence told him the latter had weighed out more.

If only the beads could be controlled in a degree. Now that would be interesting. With that thought in mind he gave a particular hard thrust. One that would almost be a precise result as if she would have voiced the command. It forced her body up on the bedding and a throaty cry from her. With no use of her hands and arms her legs moved around his body. Locking around his hips and holding him. It humored him that she sought out some control that way. As if she could stop him from doing that again. But as thin as the limbs were, their hold was strong. And she grinned at him when she saw in his eyes that he realized that. Making his next thrust even difficult as they tightened around him.

He lowered his head against her shoulder and chuckled against her skin. She was matching his own playfulness. Another movement from him was being restrained by the muscles in her legs. "You…"

She giggled. She had the audacity to giggle.

"Release me," she whispered to the ear closest to her mouth.

An impasse. With a playful bite just above her right breast he admitted defeat. Reluctantly he loosened his grip of her hands. They moved free and embraced him. And as soon as they did the vise grip around his hips loosened as well. He tested his newfound freedom right away by thrusting forward.

His right hand now free she felt it move to her hip, pulling on it and angling her differently. The other hand placed beside their bodies to hold him more upright. A hiss escaped her lips when she felt something sharp scratching her skin.

"Damn." He looked back towards her leg as he spoke. The scent of fresh blood entering his nostrils. When he turned back he placed a gentle kiss on her nose. "Sorry," he whispered.

She moved her hands through his manes lovingly. One hand rubbing behind one of his ears. "It's okay."

"No it's not. Better work on that." He smirked at her. "I'm this form most of my life and I'm not getting my kicks solo again, if you get me."

She smiled back. She knew what he meant. Strangely though it made her wonder now if he ever had indulged himself in any solo activities during their travels... She had never thought of it before. Why would she? He wasn't lecherous, but he was a man with normal needs. Finding a secluded spot once in a while and-

A hard kiss brought her out of her thoughts. Movements that stopped for a moment and when his mouth moved away from her lips to her left ear she heard him whisper huskily: "I don't know what you're thinking, but your head is as red as my fire rat, right now. Care to share?"

The grinding of his hips made her moan and her eyes must have fallen shot too, for when she opened them she was staring in his. Only inches away from hers.

"I was thinking about you," she confessed. Then she grinned. "Solo..."

He returned her grin.

"Was I on your mind when you...?"

A sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck yes," he hissed. "That short green skirt." The image of a breeze of wind blowing it up. White cloth visible for a moment. Such prominent staring was forbidden, but he had done it anyway. He clenched his teeth as he thrust once more. Then he grinned again as he looked at her. "I've a confession too."

Kagome looked at him questionably. She was biting her lip. He had stopped again. It was almost torture. She could feel her inner muscles throbbing around him, as if they were forcing him to move again.

"Yes, I thought about you. You acting solo."

Her eyes widened. Was he just saying...?

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear again. "Don't act so coy. Have you forgotten my sharp nose? Did you think I wouldn't know what those hands were doing underneath that sleeping bag of yours on some nights when the kitsune wasn't in your arms? Don't you know how sweet your scent becomes when you do that?" He moved his head and looked at her. His gaze lowering to her mouth. "And the moans you smothered by biting your lip, did you actually think I wouldn't hear them?" His ears quivered demonstratively. "Tell me?" He asked. His words like a caress as his lips brushed hers when they moved as he spoke. "Did you think of me?"

Her pelvis was thrusting against him. Trying to get him to move. This talk was only arousing her further and she could tell it was the same for him. Why wouldn't he move?

A hand stilled the movements of her hips. Weary of sharp claws this time his fingers pressed her down. He licked her lips. "Na-ah. Answer me first." He rotated his hips teasingly. She wanted to move when he did that. The friction so nice. Only that evil hand was forcing the lower part of her body to stay put on the futon. And the strength in those half demon fingers were making her attempts to enhance that wonderful friction futile.

Was it that he was hanyou now that it was possible for him to hold out? Even her deliberate clenching around him seemed to left him unaffected.

When she arched her back she noticed his attention switched towards her chest. Her bending back pushing her breasts up like an offering. And she saw him licking his lips. The temptation visible in his eyes. Then he tilted his head and looked in her eyes again and she knew she wasn't getting anything before she gave an answer.

"Yes," she said. She had voiced it softly, but he could hear it perfectly. "I thought of you."

She had. She had thought of him. The moment she had felt herself falling madly in love with him her hormones started to kick in. Lustful teenage hormones thinking about things that left her body hot and aching. And to scratch that itch became a necessity. A need. And since he was out of her reach her hands and fingers had to make due. And looking at him, sitting upright against a tree sleeping, Tessaiga leaning against his shoulder he was her perfect muse. His features so soft and peaceful as he slept. His own male scent her human nose could pick up as he carried her around on his back still vivid in her mind on those nights. Remembrance of his strong embrace. Those hugs that he so rarely shared with her. The feel of his skin as she bandaged him. It was enough to get her blood racing and to make her fingers perform magic between her legs. Carefully. Silently. Secretly.

But he had known. All those times he had been awake or had awoken unnoticed by her. She had been such a fool to forget that important detail of his being. There was no scent or sound that could elude him.

"Touch yourself."

Her eyes widened as the order was whispered in her ear. Staring in the intense gold as he raised his head she wanted to tell him she didn't need it. If he would only move the friction would be enough for her to reach completion. Her body was so riled up from the tortured stops it wouldn't need much to reach that wondrous release. But in the way he casted a pointed look down to where they were joined she swallowed in the words. His heated gaze told her how much he would get off on it.

Embarrassment adding more color to her already flushed face as she watched his eyes following the movement of her right arm. Her hand gliding over the skin of her stomach downward.

The way his eyes locked onto her hand was dissolving the awkwardness his request had caused within her. Sure she had done it before, but it was in the secluded area of her own bedroom or in the confinement of her sleeping bag. Always underneath covers. Always hidden. To do it in front of him was weird, yet also strangely exciting as well.

The moment her fingers moved through the curls there was a soft grunt from him. His eyes still focused on her appendage.

She felt it. A most odd feeling. The skin of his member disappearing inside her body. She was looking down as the back of her hand felt the brush of the white hairs in his pelvis. When her fingers moved he moved again as well. Slow thrusts to ease them both into a rhythm of pleasure again. She could tell from his eyes how the sight of her stroking hand aroused him. The occasional accidental stroke against his moving member enhancing his own pleasure even more.

She was pushing her hips up to each forward thrust. still unable to believe how easy her body had adjusted to his. It was only their second time and it already felt so natural to have him inside her like that. Like they had done it so many times before.

Each clench from her inner muscles due to his movements and the stroke of her fingers against the sensitive nub resulted in a grunt from him. Thrusts becoming faster and harder. He wasn't going to stop now.

Her other hand got entangled in his white manes. Now damp with sweat they stuck to her fingers and palm. She was moaning. Her own sounds however got lost in the heavy noises that the hanyou above her released. But she could tell his ears still picked up on them as they were pinned forward and a bit down in the direction of her mouth.

Suddenly they turned to the right. Her eyes followed their movement to the bamboo mat that was their door.

"What?" She asked turning her head to look at him.

"Company," he answered.

Kagome's eyes did a double take towards the entrance of the cabin and his face. Although the movement of his hips never halted hers stopped.

"Who?" She asked hesitantly.

"The runt and the monk."

O gods! She didn't know what was worse. Being caught in the act by the kitsune who was basically still a kid or the lecherous monk.

"Inuyasha..."

He groaned and turned his head toward the bamboo mat as well.

"Don't worry. They're not coming in."

Unknown to her he had already noticed the sudden halt in the steps of the monk as the two approached. The soft yelp as the kitsune was suddenly lifted up in the air by its clothing or tail perhaps. The chuckle from the houshi before he explained to the kid that now was not a good time. And the footsteps retreated.

"Inuyasha...?"

Clawed fingers moved her right hand. Urging her fingers to move again. This time aided by his own. She had gone limp all together the moment he had told them they were about to be interrupted.

Strong hips were still thrusting and picked up a faster rhythm. "They're gone. Don't stop." His fingers were dominant as they manipulated hers. Her strokes had been tentative. His fingers forced hers in a much harder caress. She was surprised how much better it felt. Harsh strokes that pushed her body towards the edge of oblivion in a faster rate.

His hips were rolling against her. Slamming forcefully. When her body convulsed his hand released hers. It was placed beside her body and her right hand was just in time to hold onto his shoulder when the rhythm turned into hard quick pounding as he pushed through her orgasm desperately trying to reach his own.

Suddenly his movements slowed down and she felt the warmth of his release flowing inside of her. He collapsed on top of her. His weight nearly crushing the breath out of her lungs. His hands just in time to catch most of his weight and prevent his body from fully suffocating her. Arms moved beneath her and pulled her in a tight embrace. Her legs over his thighs they resembled a heap of entangled limbs as they lay there catching their breaths.

"Inuyasha…"

"Mmm, just a bit longer." He nuzzled her neck as he felt her hands pushing against his shoulders.

"Inuyasha… You'll get hard again."

He raised his head and grinned. "You would mind?" He teasingly asked.

The heated flush that had been fading away slowly was now coloring her face again in full. "I-I… Well, Miroku and Shippou..."

He grunted. That sure was a mood breaker. But she was right. He and Miroku were going on exorcism patrol again. A village close by was being tormented by some pesky demon. He rolled himself of her body to lay beside her. Grabbing his hakama that was lying nearby and lifting his lower body of the bed he moved his pants over his hips again. Kagome had meanwhile turned around and had folded her arms underneath her chin as she watched him. It took all his willpower to grab the sheet and pull it over her naked body. His eyes trying to get every glimpse possible of her nice curved rear before it disappeared beneath the white cloth.

To make it even harder she wiggled her butt underneath the sheet and gave him a lecherous smile. So tempting…

He jerked his head away from the alluring sight before the new pulse in his groin could take form again. Tonight… She was definitely going to pay for her tease tonight. Shippou was going to have a sleepover at the houshi's house whether he liked it or not.

He grabbed the fire rat as he leaned over her. She felt his hot breath first before he voiced the threat close to her human ear: "you never walk again."

The way her body cringed and the sound of her heart fluttering a little faster made him eager to force the monk on his own expedition and spent the rest of the day inside their cabin and take action to his threat.

"S-I-T." She spelled the letters turning her head watching him push his tongue against the roof of his mouth before it grazed against one of his fangs.

He held her defiant gaze with his own. The index finger of his right hand curling around the white band that was on her left wrist. Carefully to not cut it with his claw he pushed it up slightly before quickly letting it snap against her skin. It was only a fraction of when she did it herself. Not even leaving a red mark. He gave her a teasing push between her shoulder blades, forcing her face in the bedding as he got up.

"Before the next sunrise I will make you sit."

"You don't have any magical beads," she replied, her voice muffled by the bedding before she raised her head.

"I don't need to," he replied making sure she noticed his suggestive smirk when he grabbed his hadagi from the floor.

He watched her as she lay on the futon. The thin sheet doing a very poor job of hiding the nice shape of her body. What would it be like to feel those rear cheeks cushioning his pelvis with each thrust? Grabbing Tessaiga and letting the bamboo mat fall behind him as he made his way outside he knew for certain that whatever demon was haunting that village, it was going to meet a very quick end.

* * The End * *

Omg! This long shot turned out longer than 'Claim'. Due to length I split the story into two chapters. Can't help it. I'm a sucker for pillow talk in my fics. Before and after. This story was supposed to be short. I got kinda carried away. But I don't think any of my readers will object to that ^-^

Reviews are most welcome.

Arigato Gozaimashita

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