"The Other Wife"
by: E. Marie
E-mail: [email protected]
Author's Note: July 5, 2003: Usually, I try and keep the "Author's Note" pretty light-hearted, but this chapter calls for a little forewarning. I know I promised to write like a madwoman once I got back from that insane two week vacation, but this particular chapter.. Just so you know before- hand: I refuse to change my writing style to accommodate the desires of any other individual. Please take my writing for what it is-my chosen form of expression. If you want unadulterated, blistering, writhing smut, you've come to the wrong author. All the same, I made sure my inner child was sound asleep before I wrote this chapter.just to be safe. Remember, this whole story is rated R because I hoped to attract readers of a more mature, not necessarily perverted, mindset. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Wow, that was a long "Author's Note"! Thus, I'll keep this short and grammatically incorrect: me no own Inuyasha.
Chapter Twelve: An Equal and Opposite Reaction
How that morning of my liberation, my joy, slipped away into my marriage, I can't remember. You may find this surprising, but I had been waiting for so long, for something to arrive, to save me from myself.and in the course of an hour, my dream had come true. I didn't know how to handle so much happiness at once, and everything about me took on the blurry image of some fantasy.
As a testament to the power of Inuyasha's name (and perhaps the lingering fear the servants held for Lady Yura) my travel chest 'magically' appeared in Inuyasha's suite, without a single request being filed. I spent the night in Inuyasha's bed, while he took the smaller chaise lounge. The separate sleeping arrangements were supposed to be somehow more fitting with proper decorum-and to eliminate earlier temptations. However, the very sheets had caught Inuyasha's wild scent, and I could not find the harbor of sleep. My as-of-lately fiancé, however, tumbled headlong into sleep the moment he laid his head against the back of the tiny couch, and I had to fight back laughter at the sight of his large frame curled so tightly on the chaise lounge, how at ease he seemed.
Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, claimed me in the earlier hours of the morning, and I woke to the sounds of Inuyasha whistling in the shower. Feigning sleep, I watched through fluttered eyelashes as he emerged from the adjacent bathroom, a towel draped across his torso, his chiseled features, covered with the warm droplets of water from his shower made my heart beat faster, and I rolled my body away from the sight, afraid of discovery.
In a few moments, however, the covers were unceremoniously yanked off my 'sleeping' form, and a very wet, barely clothed Inuyasha was hovering over me. I groaned as a deep blush spread across my features. Expecting him to somehow chastise me for my peeping tom act, I was surprised to find that Inuyasha had drawn me a bath, and to my greater surprise, he didn't even threaten me to be quick!
Inuyasha chose my wedding dress for me, and because our wedding was to be impromptu and without the usual pomp and circumstance, he had to choose from my existing wardrobe. He selected the dress I wore on one of our first outings together-the dress that had reminded me so much of a schoolgirl's uniform. With a pointed glare in Inuyasha's direction, I shooed him into the study, to give me privacy as I changed. I could hear his laughter through the door at my poor attempt to punish him for choosing such a horrid dress. I couldn't help but smile.
By midday, we were well on the road to a small village on the outskirts of Monte Carlo, where Inuyasha knew a priest willing to perform a wedding ceremony on literally no notice. My heart felt as though it were about to burst within my chest, and I could not help but to reach over the gear shift and take Inuyasha's free hand in my own, to assure myself he was real, and that my happiness wasn't just some mass delusion.
The poor padre spoke only French, so in actuality, I understood very little of the words spoken during the ceremony. However, so ancient a ritual is familiar to almost anyone, and looking into Inuyasha's eyes, I could have sworn away my very existence at that moment to be known as his wife. The visage of his first wife, that faceless phantom that had, on occasion haunted my thoughts and even my dreams, flashed before my eyes for but a moment, but I pushed the thought aside.
That little voice that had plagued me since the moment I met Inuyasha chanted quietly:
"His other wife.his other wife.you are only the second; his love goes first to another-"
But the volley was drowned out by two simple words from my beloved's lips:
"I do."
With the conclusion of the marriage ceremony and our first kiss as man and wife, Inuyasha and I were ushered out the chapel door by the padre and a few plebeians who had served as witnesses. Before they could even begin to pelt us with rice and their good wishes, the heavens opened up and rain poured down on us in torrents. Drawing me close to his drenched form with a strong arm, Inuyasha removed his outer jacket and tried to shelter me from the rain, as we ran to a nearby inn, seeking shelter from the storm and the darkness of the night.
The inn was a striking contrast to the resorts of Monte Carlo. Crumbling plaster, peeling wallpaper, aging curtains greeted Inuyasha and I as he threw open the door to the room that would serve as our honeymoon suite. Scooping me up in his arms, he carried me over the threshold, tripped over a loose tile in the floor, and sent us both sprawling on the bed, penning me with his weight.
"At least the bed is made," he mumbled into my hair, sending me into fits of laughter, which only grew louder as the electricity failed from the sheer power of the storm. Pushing himself off of me, Inuyasha strode to the enormous window that was the sole feature of the bare wall, and throwing back the curtains and the glass pane, let the wind and the rain bathe his form. Lightning crashed in the distance, and for a moment, the room was illuminated just enough for me to catch the desire that lingered in his amber eyes. The smell of the wild roses growing on the window terrace mixed with the scent of wind and his own wild essence, and as I took his hands in mine, drawing him to myself, I imprinted that moment when the wind swept in into my memory.
His tongue traced intricate designs on my flesh; his teeth left their mark on my neck. Inuyasha was the first man to touch me, and I swore an oath in that moment that no matter what the gods held for our future, he would be the only man who would know me in this way.
As Inuyasha tore the ties of my dress, I could see once more that dark, animal instinct glow in every feature of his face, and for a brief moment, I was afraid.but when his tongue began another passionate assault of my mouth once more, I could feel a burning desire rising within my own veins. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to offer all of myself that he wished to take, to impress on my memory every crevice, every scar of his body.
I could feel his length hard against my thigh, and I remembered the whisperings of maids, the talk of the pain of every bride on her first night.
Sensing my apprehension, Inuyasha took my breath and my fear away with another sweltering kiss. Reaching my arms up around his broad back, I pulled him toward me, murmuring my consent against his lips, a silent prayer ringing in my heart that I be able to bring him children someday.
After the waves of pain came indescribable pleasure, and after crying his name, stars burst before my very eyes, and I was lost to the world. As Inuyasha collapsed above me but before darkness claimed me, I could hear him say into my ear at last-
"I love you, Kagome."
Author's Note: July 5, 2003: Usually, I try and keep the "Author's Note" pretty light-hearted, but this chapter calls for a little forewarning. I know I promised to write like a madwoman once I got back from that insane two week vacation, but this particular chapter.. Just so you know before- hand: I refuse to change my writing style to accommodate the desires of any other individual. Please take my writing for what it is-my chosen form of expression. If you want unadulterated, blistering, writhing smut, you've come to the wrong author. All the same, I made sure my inner child was sound asleep before I wrote this chapter.just to be safe. Remember, this whole story is rated R because I hoped to attract readers of a more mature, not necessarily perverted, mindset. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Wow, that was a long "Author's Note"! Thus, I'll keep this short and grammatically incorrect: me no own Inuyasha.
Chapter Twelve: An Equal and Opposite Reaction
How that morning of my liberation, my joy, slipped away into my marriage, I can't remember. You may find this surprising, but I had been waiting for so long, for something to arrive, to save me from myself.and in the course of an hour, my dream had come true. I didn't know how to handle so much happiness at once, and everything about me took on the blurry image of some fantasy.
As a testament to the power of Inuyasha's name (and perhaps the lingering fear the servants held for Lady Yura) my travel chest 'magically' appeared in Inuyasha's suite, without a single request being filed. I spent the night in Inuyasha's bed, while he took the smaller chaise lounge. The separate sleeping arrangements were supposed to be somehow more fitting with proper decorum-and to eliminate earlier temptations. However, the very sheets had caught Inuyasha's wild scent, and I could not find the harbor of sleep. My as-of-lately fiancé, however, tumbled headlong into sleep the moment he laid his head against the back of the tiny couch, and I had to fight back laughter at the sight of his large frame curled so tightly on the chaise lounge, how at ease he seemed.
Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, claimed me in the earlier hours of the morning, and I woke to the sounds of Inuyasha whistling in the shower. Feigning sleep, I watched through fluttered eyelashes as he emerged from the adjacent bathroom, a towel draped across his torso, his chiseled features, covered with the warm droplets of water from his shower made my heart beat faster, and I rolled my body away from the sight, afraid of discovery.
In a few moments, however, the covers were unceremoniously yanked off my 'sleeping' form, and a very wet, barely clothed Inuyasha was hovering over me. I groaned as a deep blush spread across my features. Expecting him to somehow chastise me for my peeping tom act, I was surprised to find that Inuyasha had drawn me a bath, and to my greater surprise, he didn't even threaten me to be quick!
Inuyasha chose my wedding dress for me, and because our wedding was to be impromptu and without the usual pomp and circumstance, he had to choose from my existing wardrobe. He selected the dress I wore on one of our first outings together-the dress that had reminded me so much of a schoolgirl's uniform. With a pointed glare in Inuyasha's direction, I shooed him into the study, to give me privacy as I changed. I could hear his laughter through the door at my poor attempt to punish him for choosing such a horrid dress. I couldn't help but smile.
By midday, we were well on the road to a small village on the outskirts of Monte Carlo, where Inuyasha knew a priest willing to perform a wedding ceremony on literally no notice. My heart felt as though it were about to burst within my chest, and I could not help but to reach over the gear shift and take Inuyasha's free hand in my own, to assure myself he was real, and that my happiness wasn't just some mass delusion.
The poor padre spoke only French, so in actuality, I understood very little of the words spoken during the ceremony. However, so ancient a ritual is familiar to almost anyone, and looking into Inuyasha's eyes, I could have sworn away my very existence at that moment to be known as his wife. The visage of his first wife, that faceless phantom that had, on occasion haunted my thoughts and even my dreams, flashed before my eyes for but a moment, but I pushed the thought aside.
That little voice that had plagued me since the moment I met Inuyasha chanted quietly:
"His other wife.his other wife.you are only the second; his love goes first to another-"
But the volley was drowned out by two simple words from my beloved's lips:
"I do."
With the conclusion of the marriage ceremony and our first kiss as man and wife, Inuyasha and I were ushered out the chapel door by the padre and a few plebeians who had served as witnesses. Before they could even begin to pelt us with rice and their good wishes, the heavens opened up and rain poured down on us in torrents. Drawing me close to his drenched form with a strong arm, Inuyasha removed his outer jacket and tried to shelter me from the rain, as we ran to a nearby inn, seeking shelter from the storm and the darkness of the night.
The inn was a striking contrast to the resorts of Monte Carlo. Crumbling plaster, peeling wallpaper, aging curtains greeted Inuyasha and I as he threw open the door to the room that would serve as our honeymoon suite. Scooping me up in his arms, he carried me over the threshold, tripped over a loose tile in the floor, and sent us both sprawling on the bed, penning me with his weight.
"At least the bed is made," he mumbled into my hair, sending me into fits of laughter, which only grew louder as the electricity failed from the sheer power of the storm. Pushing himself off of me, Inuyasha strode to the enormous window that was the sole feature of the bare wall, and throwing back the curtains and the glass pane, let the wind and the rain bathe his form. Lightning crashed in the distance, and for a moment, the room was illuminated just enough for me to catch the desire that lingered in his amber eyes. The smell of the wild roses growing on the window terrace mixed with the scent of wind and his own wild essence, and as I took his hands in mine, drawing him to myself, I imprinted that moment when the wind swept in into my memory.
His tongue traced intricate designs on my flesh; his teeth left their mark on my neck. Inuyasha was the first man to touch me, and I swore an oath in that moment that no matter what the gods held for our future, he would be the only man who would know me in this way.
As Inuyasha tore the ties of my dress, I could see once more that dark, animal instinct glow in every feature of his face, and for a brief moment, I was afraid.but when his tongue began another passionate assault of my mouth once more, I could feel a burning desire rising within my own veins. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to offer all of myself that he wished to take, to impress on my memory every crevice, every scar of his body.
I could feel his length hard against my thigh, and I remembered the whisperings of maids, the talk of the pain of every bride on her first night.
Sensing my apprehension, Inuyasha took my breath and my fear away with another sweltering kiss. Reaching my arms up around his broad back, I pulled him toward me, murmuring my consent against his lips, a silent prayer ringing in my heart that I be able to bring him children someday.
After the waves of pain came indescribable pleasure, and after crying his name, stars burst before my very eyes, and I was lost to the world. As Inuyasha collapsed above me but before darkness claimed me, I could hear him say into my ear at last-
"I love you, Kagome."