The night was colder than usual, making the air around Kagome's bare arms seem to bite. She cursed as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. She'd rushed out of her house in such a fit she didn't even notice she had no jacket on. She wore nothing but a flimsy camisole top and a thin pair of jeans. The quicker she got to the park, the better.

The Higurashi family was one of the wealthiest families in the city, and lived in one of the nicer neighborhoods, though they were still within walking distance of the park that the 'poor' children had went to, which marked the border between the classes in her city. But now, it was rare to find another soul in the park since a better one had been built a short ways away.

She'd been running to that park since she was 10, knowing it was one of the few places her parents wouldn't think to look for her. She'd sometimes spend hours on the swings, singing along with the music from her ever-present walkman when no one was around.

This time, however, when Kagome reached the park, there was already someone there. She didn't mind though, as long as all the swings weren't taken, and since this boy had taken a seat on the near-by jungle gym, she didn't care.

As she took her place in a swing, she glanced over at him, and their eyes met. It was dark, but she got enough illumination from the street lamps to tell that his eyes were a pale violet, lighter than her own blue-grey irises. She began the back and forth motions, to pass the time and take her mind off of the stinging cold.

They sat in silence for several minutes, until Kagome finally turned to him and spoke.

"So..what are you here for?"

He looked over at her, as if debating whether or not to grace her with the sound of his voice before scoffing, "Keh, not that it's any of your business, but I'm waiting for a party to end so I can go home."

"Ah." she said, unsure on how to answer that, but wanting to continue talking to him.

"What about you?" he asked, turning his head away from her as if he didn't care about her answer, but glancing at her from the corner of his eyes.

"Ah. I got upset and ran here from home," she said, looking down at her feet as they skimmed the surface of the playground gravel, "I come here almost every night. It's relaxing...So, what's your name?"

"It's Inu-Yasha...you?"

"Kagome." she stated simply - if he didn't give a last name, she was happy to follow his lead and not offer hers.

He looked up at the sky, before jumping off of the play structure.

"Pretty name. I've gotta go now.." he looked at her, like he wanted to say something else, but wasn't sure how.

"Seeya," she said off-handedly, but hoping he'd catch the meaning behind it.

He grinned and walked off. She followed his back with her eyes until he'd gone over a hill, and sighed. Being near him had calmed her down, and now that he was gone, she didn't see much sense in staying. She pushed herself out of the swing and headed home.

The next night, she opened her window and jumped out, this time with a jacket on, and began her trek to the park. As she came through the opening of trees that led her to the swings and the jungle gym, she saw the boy from before. He was on the jungle gym again, but this time he was hanging upside down from the top, causing his shirt to fall down to his chin, giving her a great view of his chest as she came closer. He was on the thin side, but he was definitely not scrawny. The muscles spoke for themselves.

"Uh, hello again Inu-Yasha," she said, stopping at her swing and debating on whether or not to sit in it, or brave jumping up next to him on the jungle gym.

"Oh, hey, back again Kagome?" he asked, swinging forward so that he sat atop the jungle gym, instead of hanging from it.

Kagome did a dance inside, her inner-voice squealing 'He remembered my name! He remembered my name!' but she did her best to remain calm on the outside, "Well, yeah. Anywhere's better than home."

She decided that she looked stupid just standing there, and walked the few steps to sit in one of the triangular openings, and leaned back against it. She could see the skyline against the trees, and she could feel Inu-Yasha's presence close to her.

Inu-Yasha looked down at the girl, who had unknowingly laid back and put her cleavage on display for him, and bit back a sigh. He knew from the direction she'd come from that she was from the 'upperclass' part of town, which was almost like another planet. A whole world that he was denied entry to. He spent the entirety of the night before, just thinking about her, and wondering about her. He'd spent the whole day wondering if she'd be at the park again.

She was beautiful - he could tell that even in the dark. She had long black hair, and her skin wasn't quite pale but it wasn't quite tan. Her body was fit, but she obviously wasn't starving herself. Even her voice was beautiful, though he'd hardly heard her speak. He'd have to get her talking...

"So, when did you first come here?"

"When I was really little, I got lost when we were on an Easter egg hunt, and I wandered out here. It seemed magical, really. This place looks like something right out of a storybook. I kept coming back whenever I could, and I started running away here when I was 10, though I didn't start coming here a lot until I turned 15 last year."

"So you're 16 now?" he asked.

"Yeah, and you?" she turned her head up to him, awaiting his answer.

"I'm 17, but I'll be eighteen in a few weeks."

They continued talking, and continued their nightly ritual for days, until the days became weeks, and each day they learned more and more about each other. And each night, they'd part, each wanting to ask the question on the tip of their tongues.

Kagome held him for the first time when he showed up late, sporting a black eye and a busted lip. She gasped, and jumped off the jungle gym, rushing over to him. She could see his wounds from the moonlight and the lamplight.

"Oh my goodness, Inu-Yasha are you okay?" she gingerly touched the skin, berating herself when he winced from the contact.

"Inu-Yasha, who did this to you?" she asked.

He didn't answer her, and instead kept walking to the jungle gym. Kagome reached her hand out and grabbed his shoulder. He jerked away, letting out a pained cry. He lowered to the ground, clutching at his shoulder.

"Oh my...Inu-Yasha, please tell me what happened." she dropped down to her knees in front of him, lightly pulling him into her arms.

"It's my dad," he said simply.

Her eyes watered slightly, catching the light and reflecting it back. Inu-Yasha looked up at her, and wiped her tears away.

"God Kagome, don't cry," he said softly.

"Inu-Yasha," she started to say, but she was silenced as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him, ignoring the pain that came from the action.

"I don't care, just don't cry."

She smiled instead, and whispered, "You're my best friend Inu-Yasha."

He continued holding her, as he realized that she was his best friend too.

It was Inu-Yasha's eighteenth birthday about a week later, when Kagome came through the clearing and sat down next to him on the jungle gym.

"So," she said, assessing the look on his face, "I take it your birthday wasn't as grand as it could have been?"

He looked at her from the corner of his eye and smirked, "And I take it from your shivering you stormed out without grabbing a jacket, right?"

She rolled her eyes and huddled close to him, "Yeah well, I'll steal your warmth."

He wrapped an arm around her, bringing her closer, though he knew he was doing it more to feel her against him than to help her warm up.

"My birthday could have been a lot better, yeah." he answered, resting his head atop hers.

"I got you a gift, but I left it at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow, okay?"

He waved her off with his free arm and sighed, "What does it matter? No one got me a gift today, I wouldn't expect one from you. I barely know you."

Kagome shot her head up, and twisted over a bit so that she was sitting in front of him, using one hand on his arm and the other on his leg to support her.

"You know me better than anyone Inu-Yasha," she said softly.

He looked down at her thoughtfully. It was true, he supposed. He didn't know her last name, or her address, but he knew more things about her than he did anyone else in his life, and the same was true for her about him.

She continued, "I mean, what is there about me that you don't know?"

"Well, for starters, I don't even know your last name. I don't know who your best friends are, or where you live, or.."

"Higurashi," Kagome said, "I don't have any real best friends aside from you. I hang out with three girls named Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi, but I really can't stand being around them for too long - except for Ayumi, she's not so bad - and I live on 1351 North Prescott Circle. Anything else?"

He absorbed the information, piece by piece. He didn't know much about the Higurashi family, except that they had 'too much damned money' as his father put it, but he knew that she was a lot richer than he'd thought. He knew what else he wanted to ask, but he couldn't. He couldn't ask her.

"Nothing. There's nothing else."

She smiled gently at him, holding onto him tighter and moving her body closer, "Now, since no one else got you a gift I'll just have to give you something else until later."

He cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering what she could have hidden on herself to give him, but his question was answered as she placed a small peck on his lips. She pulled back quickly, and blushed, though it was dark and he could barely make it out.

They took in a breath for a split second, before joining their lips again. She moaned as he pulled her closer to him, loving the way his lips were moving against hers. He ran his hand down the length of her back, causing a shiver to course down her spine, arching her back even further into him. He'd been wanting to do this for too long. Too long entirely.

And when they came up for breath, they each gasped for air. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, so that her hair tickled the side of his neck, and she wanted so badly to just ask him.

But all she could say was, "I'll see you later?"

And he could only nod.

And after that, the weeks turned into months, and before either of them knew it, they'd been having their meetings for three months. Sometimes they didn't even talk, opting instead to make out, or sometimes just sit together, enjoying the other one's presence.

And each night, they'd be there, not daring to miss it, because they just couldn't ask each other the question that had been burning in their minds and on the tip of their tongues since the first night they'd met.

It was on their three month anniversary of escaping their real life every night when Kagome came running through the clearing with tears in her eyes. She jumped onto the jungle gym, straight onto Inu-Yasha, knocking him back a bit with the force of her jump.

"Kagome, what's wrong?" he asked, patting her back awkwardly.

He hated it when people cried, especially girls, and especially Kagome. He'd only seen her do so one other time, and it was just for a few seconds when she'd found out his father hit him. He'd distracted her, though he knew that she worried about it constantly since. But this time, he had the feeling she was crying for herself, and he knew he couldn't just change the topic. He didn't want to either.

"I just, I just hate it at home. I hate it there. I'd give anything to just run away forever," she murmured against his neck.

He lifted her chin up, nuzzling her neck and her cheek, whispering softly to her to calm her down. She stopped crying fairly quickly, taking deeper breaths so that she could concentrate on Inu-Yasha. It was rare that he was so sweet. She'd learned he was an aggressive type, but she found that she didn't mind. She especially loved when he was gentle, because that meant he was entirely focused on making her happy at that moment.

She stretched her body upwards to him, for even though she sat straddling him, she was still a few inches shorter than he was, so she had to always work for a kiss. 'That just makes it sweeter when I get one' she thought as she brushed her lips against his.

Their kisses almost always started off a lot more innocently than they finished, and this was no exception. Her hands secured themselves around his neck, and his found themselves at the base of her back inching lower and lower. She always felt like she was swimming when she kissed him. Or was it flying? It was as if she was no longer just herself, but herself and all of him.

His lips trailed down from hers to her neck, and then lower, and lower. She threw her head back and arched into him as he simultaneously unbuttoned her blouse and kissed the exposed flesh as it appeared before him. She'd read many a scene like this in entirely too many V.C. Andrews books, but she didn't know it actually happened in the real world in the way that it happened in the books.

Her heart fluttered before beginning to beat almost painfully. It was as if Inu-Yasha was teasing her skin. She felt an aching pressure from her hardened nipples as he licked the side of her neck. She needed him to touch her.

She needed to touch him.

She wasn't exactly sure when or how her panties had came off, but she did remember fumbling with the button on Inu-Yasha's jeans as he yanked the zipper down. Her legs tightened around his as she rocked into him. Years of gymnastics and horseback riding had made his entry painless, and she felt nothing but pleasure.

She felt nothing but Inu-Yasha, as she wrapped herself all around him. For the first time in her life, Kagome felt something with all of her senses. She could taste his skin from where she was kissing him, and she could hear the sounds he made as he let go of reality. The sight of him, it was etched into her mind. She could even smell him - a mix of night air and some unnameable cologne. But most of all, she could feel him, pressed up against her, and buried deep within her. She felt every inch of him against her, and she held onto the feeling as she let out a whimper of need.

She could feel a ball inside of her contracting and making her feel as if she was being lifted upwards. Something inside of her was about to explode, and she wanted it. She needed it.

She felt the needing inside of her release, and rocked into it, gasping out when she felt it finally come to her. There weren't any white lights behind her eyelids, but there was a sudden rush of breath from her lungs, and an indescribable feeling that washed over her and took her to a different dimension.

Inu-Yasha's arms tightened around her as he approached his own orgasm, and the two of them came down from their high.

She looked up at him, trying to catch her breath, and he closed his eyes, trying to form words.

Kagome recovered first, and she finally asked what both of them had been wanting to since they first met.

"Will you...will you be here tomorrow?"

A/N: Ah! This is Mimi: O_O;

I cannot believe I wrote that, but I've been wanting to write it for months now. I'll leave it up to you guys to figure out what I used from personal experience. :P And you don't know HOW hard it was for me to describe the sounds Inu-Yasha was making. Pika suggested an uNF, but "She could taste his skin from where she was kissing him, and she could hear his universal noise of fucking" just doesn't sound so great....though it is amusing.

I kind of want to continue this - I have enough ideas and a basic plot, but I'm not sure if I will...hmm. We'll see.