A Kiss To Build A Dream On Chapter 11, an inuyasha fanfic

I don't own anything Inuyasha, or anything to do with the songs "Fever" and "A Kiss to Build a Dream On"

Words: Way more then 300

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'Never knew how much I loved you...'

The summer night stuck to their skin as Sesshoumaru led Kagome out of the club. Low beats of the bass and a steady snare rhythm reverberated out the open windows faded into the night as they traveled down the street. Kagome fanned herself and made a casual comment about the residual heat, claiming she never appreciated getting sweaty.

'Never know how much I care.'

Sesshoumaru begged to differ.

'When you put your arms around me…'

To prove his point, the arm resting across her shoulders shifted and he used a claw point to tease the budding peak of her breast over her clothes. Immediately, she felt her body heat up in a more delicious way. Kagome arched her back and inhaled the humid air deeply, feeling her nerves ignite and a chill despite the temperature. He gave her a sly sideways look when he felt her eyes burn towards him.

'I get a fever that's so hard to bear.'

The stopped their lazy pace and his hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head back. She hummed in anticipation and he brought his lips down slowly to sweeten the tension. She met him eagerly, but he held back, purposely drawing out the moment and irritating the small woman in his arms.

'You give me fever…'

He looked around to ensure no one was watching before cradling her in his arms and flying into the air. The humid air whisked by them, chilling her skin and she huddled in closer. As they flew towards her apartment, Kagome took advantage of her position and proceeded to leave small kisses on his neck- then lightly bit against his pulse point.

'When you kiss me.'

She felt his grip tighten in response and a deep moan rumble low in his throat.

'Fever when you hold me tight.'

They landed on the patio outside her sliding glass door, but he didn't move inside. Instead, before Kagome could find her balance, Sesshoumaru pinned her wrists against the glass. When she tried to twist free, he nuzzled against her ear and took the soft flesh between his teeth. Kagome tilted her head aside and he growled in approval. His free hand trailed under her shirt to knead her sensitive breast and she moaned wantonly.

With a slow, rock of his hips she was pushed against the cold, sliding door. Kagome's knees weakened, but her weight was supported by Sesshoumaru's insistent, and tortuously unhurried, movements. He smirked knowingly at her frustrated mews and once he let her arms loose they grabbed at one another. His urgent lips traveled over her jaw line, down her neck, and attacked her collarbone. She gasped his name into the hot night and grinded against him.

'Fever… in the morning…'

He pulled back to take her lips again and when she opened her eyes, Kagome was stunned. He was so damn beautiful. With the human-illusion dropped, the moonlight highlighted his hair in silver flame and his fiery gold eyes trapped hers with the intensity of his gaze.

'Fever all through the night.'

Her fingers trailed over the markings she hated ever seeing him without and his skin warmed at her touch. Being able to have him, and him wanting her back, stirred the butterflies in her stomach and filled her heart. She was about to open her mouth to tell him so, he pushed against her again and Kagome moaned. Her head tipped back, thudding on the glass door, when she felt him throb for her. Then, Sesshoumaru's claws made a neat cut down her both her shirt and skirt, fully exposing her to the tepid night.

'Everybody's got the fever.

That is something you all know.'

The door slid open and the two lovers stumbled inside. The clothes that were strewn haphazardly across the patio left a trail to the middle of her living room, where Sesshoumaru ended up on the floor. Kagome straddled her demon lover and smiled down at him in conquest. The slopes of her curves were shaded by the silver light from outside, but he could still see the goosebumps that trailed every inch of her and the hard peaks of her breasts that begged him to taste. His body ached to be inside what she offered to him, but for the moment Sesshoumaru relished in the feeling of her scorching body pressed against him as she rocked impatiently.

Kagome's nails dug into his flesh as she dragged them across his hard chest and down his stomach. The need for him to fill her was almost unbearable and she finally bent down and licked the defined lines up his body before grabbing one of his small, hard nipples in between her teeth. The growl he released echoed out the open glass door into the smoldering dark heat wave outside as Sesshoumaru bucked underneath her.

'Fever isn't such a new thing.'

His patience was suddenly thin. Her burning, heady need filled his senses and it was too much to hold off any longer. His hungry claws tickling past battle scars and freckles from the sun damage of countless hours hunting shards. As he held Kagome tight he suddenly was thrown into memories of her ridiculously short skirt and naivety. She had grown in so many ways since then, but in many others she had stayed the same.

'Fever started long ago.'

His stalling was driving her crazy, but she let him explore her sensitive skin. Kagome felt her own arousal coating her thighs as she moved against him. The dangerous points of his fingers ghosted over the soft bend of her hips and over the flat plane of her stomach, and she jerked as the sensation caught her off guard. She moaned, and then heard him groan back, and that was all she could take. Kagome had no qualms about being teased, but not know; not when she needed him this bad. Taking charge, she grabbed him and coated his tip as she rubbed it against her swollen, tight bundle of nerves. Instantly, she felt the knot deep inside her build. When the claws that moved around her round hips dug into the smooth flesh, she whimpered. When he loosened his hold, she shook her head and smiled. Her playfulness undid him. His eyes rolled back slightly when he regained his grip and felt her thighs shake in his hands. Biting her lip, she positioned him to finally enter her. Sesshoumaru's hand quickly traveled back to her face, bringing her lips and eyes to his own as he pushed striped hips up and pressed deep inside her. Falling surrender to the way only he could kindle the desire in her body, Kagome moaned his name into their kiss, then clasped his shoulders tight as he pulled out and drove inside again while the breeze from outside cooled their heated skin.

'They give you fever…'

Again and again he drove into her and Kagome begged for more. Skin slid against skin as the sounds of their actions filled the room and echoed into the night. Her fingers danced in his hair and her moans sent electric shocks down his spine. Sesshoumaru's hand traveled up her back, in her hair, and held her tightly against him. As her back arched he penetrated even deeper and the both cried out together; his deep baritone mixing sweetly with her high, impassioned pants. His claws left irritated lines across her thighs and back and she tried to keep up with his movements, but they were so sudden and delicious she allowed him to control her. He gripped her hips, once again piercing them with twitching claws, and bounced her off him in motion with his strong thrusts.

'When you kiss them.'

Kagome tried to hold onto him tighter. She was getting close… so … FUCKING… close… and her moans became frantic.

It just made him push harder.

'Fever if you live, you learn.'

His name was called out in a shaky, desperate plea and it was then that Sesshoumaru decided this would not be like every other time. He would mate her now. There were no candles or sweet nothings whispered at each other or anything else normally required in a fantasy mating. But, that wasn't them. Kagome had grown a lot since her travels across feudal Japan. The fantasy and impossible romantic ideals were not something she dreamt of anymore. Most of the time, she found reality to be more enjoyable. Life was raw and sudden, and they were passionate and rough. There were difficulties, and a lot of differences, but Kagome would be his mate because she represented the best part of being alive.

That, and the way her tender muscles squeezed against him as she was about to release made his eyes blaze red.

'Fever… Till you sizzle.'

Kagome's fingers ached with how hard she gripped onto him. Not getting enough air, she bit into his shoulder instead. Her breathing turned into one gasp after another, and when her orgasm was at the brink Sesshoumaru steadied her head to him and whispered in her ear, "You are mine."

The waves of pleasure that hit her full force were quickly followed by the stinging of his youki against her reiki. She cried out fervently against the burn as he marked her aura with his forever. Then, Kagome saw stars and could only breathe his name reverently in response.