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This story contains material that may be disturbing or downright triggering to some.
Reader discretion advised.
Author's Notes: Well, everyone, you can blame two of your fellow fans for this. ;) Part One was originally requested by xRaianx, and at the time, I had no plans to write this particular scene. Then I got clobbered with inspiration, so here we go.
This all takes place between Chapters 23 and 24 of "One Plus One", but if you're just here for the citrus, it's easy to ignore the tie-in here in Part One.
I also apologize in advance to my fanfiction dot net readers, since this is practically a PWP, but I still don't feel comfortable going over ratings, as it were. What do I mean? As the old saying goes: "If he's flaccid, it's R-rated. If he's erect, it's X-rated." Which I think is stupid, but I don't make the rules. The unabridged version of this fic can be found on both Eternal Destiny and AO3.
One to Tell the Grandkids
The ringing of the phone brought Inu Yasha out of his constructive haze. He slid his gaze over to the clock he'd hung on the wall, and couldn't help the way the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile and his pulse turned from a steady thrum into a rush of excitement. He dropped his tools where they were, leaving the intricate dresser he'd been working on partially finished, anxious to pick up the phone before the answering machine clicked on.
"Yeah?" he said into the phone, a little breathless.
The laughter on the other end of the connection sent a wave of warmth through him, and it had nothing to do with the way he'd been working all morning.
"I've told you, it's okay if I have to leave a message. You didn't do anything dangerous to catch the phone in time, did you?"
Inu Yasha was still getting used to the fact that somebody else besides his son, Naoki, gave so much as a damn about him. "I didn't, I swear."
"Good. So, you have time for a lunch date, or should I just have Kaji-san send something over?"
Inu Yasha blushed slightly, since there was no one else to see. In a few short months, Higurashi Kagome and her daughter Sachiko had completely turned his life inside out, and despite his protests to the contrary, he wouldn't give it up for anything. When Kagome had found out that he often skipped lunch due to being engrossed in his work, she had devised their current plan. She would call him every day around lunchtime, and if he was too busy to go out, she'd have food delivered from the "Happy Hunting Ground". If he could take a break, on the weekends he would join the rest of his newfound family at the Higurashi Shrine. During the week, however, when their pups were off at school, it would be just him and Kagome. She was right to call it a "date", but just the thought of that word still flustered him.
It didn't matter they'd technically been going out for roughly four months, and intimate for two. Ever since New Year's, everything had risen to a higher level, and he could finally admit to himself how deeply in love he had fallen.
He had thought he knew what love felt like, but what he had felt for Kikyou paled in comparison to the way Kagome made him feel. That wasn't even counting how deeply attached he was to Sachiko. He'd claimed her as his daughter with words, and one day, he would make that indisputable fact.
He twisted the end of the lock of hair caught in his Intention beads thoughtfully. He knew that spring was right around the corner. If it were up to his youkai side, which had been more vocal lately than it had been since his adolescence, they would be mated already. In fact, there had been a few close calls, most recently on Valentine's Day. He'd ended up putting holes in the futon of their little love nest to keep his lengthened and deadly sharp claws away from the nape of her neck.
Inu Yasha cleared his throat. "Sorry. Was thinking of you, and got distracted."
"Well, good to know I'm on your mind," Kagome teased. "So delivery, or date?"
"Date, definitely. I need a break, anyway. Just let me get cleaned up, and I'll meet you at the usual place."
"Don't clean up too much. You know how much I like it when you've worked up a good sweat."
Inu Yasha bit back a groan and stubbornly ignored the rush of blood to one particular part of his anatomy. "Yeah, fine, meet you in ten."
"See you soon!"
Inu Yasha sighed as he hung up the phone. That woman was definitely going to be the death of him.
Inu Yasha rolled his eyes as he strolled in the "Happy Hunting Ground", doing his best to downplay how disgustingly happy it made him to see Kagome's brilliant smile and enthusiastic wave. As if she would be sitting anywhere else but their usual corner booth. He noted with approval that she had a warm, woolen jacket on the seat next to her. Just because he could take the February chill in just a leather jacket over his habitual t-shirt didn't mean she could.
He slid into his usual seat, his usual order of three large bowls of ramen appearing before he'd even fully settled in. He gave their server, the restaurant owner's niece, Miyoko, a mock glare. Which the teenage kitsune youkai ignored with a smile, before disappearing into the back.
Kagome leaned forward, inhaling the delicious steam rising from her own bowl of oden, before sitting back and saying, "Thanks for coming out today."
"Keh, you always say that. If anything, I should be thanking you for making sure I won't be hungry and 'cranky'," Inu Yasha put his chopsticks down a moment to curl his fingers into air quotes, "by the time Naoki and Sachiko come home from school."
"I thought cranky was your default setting," Kagome teased.
Inu Yasha glared at her, but he couldn't keep it up for long. The steam from her bowl turned her cheeks pink, her hair flowing naturally around her in waves, her Intention beads practically glowing against their dark background. She was wearing one of her mock turtleneck sweaters, and rather than sneaking a peek, he outright ogled her chest, knowing exactly how lovely her breasts looked even without the benefit of a bra and clingy sweater.
"I take it you're enjoying the view?" Kagome asked, pushing her bowl slightly farther away and purposefully leaning forward.
"Hell yeah," Inu Yasha replied, grabbing his second bowl of ramen to prevent himself from waxing poetic.
Kagome sighed wistfully. "I wish I had a nose like yours. Sweat and leather? You have to be smelling so good."
Inu Yasha choked on his ramen, taking a few minutes to recover before sputtering, "Dammit, Kagome!"
Her grin and chipper response were completely unrepentant.
"I don't know how your ex ever managed to keep his hands off you," Inu Yasha growled, then he continued to stuff his mouth.. until he nearly dropped the bowl this time as something small and firm stroked his calf through the hakama he wore.
"I don't know, either," Kagome said with an adorable pout. "Maybe it was all part of some diabolical plot."
"You'd know all about those," Inu Yasha shot back, gritting his teeth so he wouldn't moan aloud as her foot steadily made its way past his knee, the sound of her shifting in her seat only making the situation worse.
Inu Yasha demolished the rest of his second bowl in record time, then reached for the third as Kagome's toes found his inner thigh. He took a good, long sniff, and suddenly wished he hadn't. He tortured himself with a few more deep breaths, trying to think before his brain shut down. Teasing and bantering were a normal part of their lunches together, but it was rare that Kagome was so brazen in public. She was most definitely aroused, her scent curling about him in sinful delight, willing him to play with her. Both her scent and what little math he was still able to do told him that they still had a few days before she reached her fertile time, but the way she was acting...
He glanced around the shop, thankful that there weren't any other diners in the room, though Kajimaru's delivery staff were bustling in and out.
Inu Yasha forced himself to keep eating, trying to ignore the way Kagome's toes were caressing his thighs. Then her other foot joined in, brushing up and down his other calf. He focused on his ramen, closing his eyes against the onslaught, which only made things worse. His chopsticks fell to the tabletop with a clatter as she discovered that he had, foolishly, worn a pair of hakama with a simple folded seam at the crotch, rather than a more modern model with the seam sewn shut. He let out a groan as she wriggled her toes against him, the thin cotton layers of his fundoshi the only barrier against her erotic attack.
The erection that he had been fighting to keep at half mast roared to life with a vengeance, seeking out the source of such delightful stimulation with shameless abandon.
"Ka.. go.. me..."
"I'm almost finished. What about you?"
Inu Yasha literally growled, setting his bowl aside before he splintered it and lunging over the table, dislodging her foot, but allowing him to whisper in her ear. "The only place I'm finishing is inside you, not my pants."
Kagome blushed scarlet, but the perfume of her arousal was potent, heady.
Inu Yasha carefully sat back down, adjusting himself as best he could, before downing the rest of his ramen. Once he was done, he noticed that Kagome was now just picking at her food. After reassuring himself that she had eaten most of it, he tossed more than enough money for their lunch down on the table, then slid out of the booth.
"Grab your coat, and c'mon," he said.
Kagome did as he commanded, and he helped her into her coat, buttoning her up.
"I'm not Sachiko," she said, her cheeks still flushed.
"Funny, I thought you were too tall," Inu Yasha replied. He also made sure that she was wearing her boots again, which she was, no sign left of her secret attack except his raging hard-on. He wrapped his arm around her waist proprietarily, then ushered her out of the restaurant.
Kagome looked up at him as he led her away from the front door. "Don't you have to get back to work?" Her last word came out as a squeal as Inu Yasha whipped both of them around the corner of the building. The alleyway was filled with trash bags, and a dumpster stood ready to accept the lunchtime garbage.
"Stick with me, Kagome. It's not private enough here."
Kagome breathed his name, and Inu Yasha fought down a possessive snarl. He deftly guided her through the maze of bags and containers, until they could turn another corner. This alley was much cleaner and clearer, the wall there uninterrupted by any doors or windows.
Kagome's breath left her lungs in a rush as Inu Yasha whirled her around, pinning her against the wall. Kagome moaned as she now felt the solid bulge she'd helped create pressed against her, his entire body molding to hers, his natural heat doing much more to keep her warm than her coat ever could.
Inu Yasha buried his nose in her neck, reassuring himself one more time that he wasn't mistaken. She was aroused, but not fertile. Even so...
"Wouldn't happen to have a condom on you, would you?"
Kagome shook her head. "We're in the clear. I've been keeping track."
Kagome cut off any further protest by tangling her hand in his hair, and turning her face to his, her lips pressing feverishly against his own. "I've been thinking about you, about this, all morning," she whispered, her breath washing over him as she spoke. "I want you, Inu Yasha. I need you."
Inu Yasha shuddered, then did her one better, his arms coming around her like a vise, while his mouth coaxed hers open, slipping his tongue inside to dance with hers. As the heat between them climbed even higher, Inu Yasha relinquished his grip, only to unfasten the buttons of her coat and slip his hands beneath her sweater.
Kagome mewled, her cries savored and swallowed as Inu Yasha continued to kiss her, his hands cupping her breasts through her bra, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened even further.
Inu Yasha tore his mouth away from hers, only to nibble his way down her chin, devouring her throat with as much passion as he had her lips. Kagome's head lolled back as far as it could, resting against the cool stone wall. Her hands weren't idle, either, slipping beneath his jacket and shirt to feel the broadness of his back, before making her way lower, eventually finding purchase on his luscious backside and giving him an appreciative squeeze.
Inu Yasha growled, unable to take much more. He skimmed his hands down her torso, taking a moment to appreciate her soft skin and supple muscles, before returning the favor and dipping below the waistband of her skirt. What he found brought him up short. He pulled back and stared at her, his golden eyes wide with shock. "Kagome?"
Kagome gave him a sultry smile. "Like my little surprise?"
"Like?" Inu Yasha had been trying to think of a way to get her out of the black tights he'd noticed her wearing, never dreaming in a million years that she was wearing stockings, instead. He fought to get his breathing back under control as he stroked her, mindful so that his claws wouldn't catch in the dainty band of lace encircling her hips, even as he moved lower to feel the stronger band of elastic material skimming the backs of her thighs to hold her stockings up.
"Keep going," Kagome urged. "That's not the only thing."
Inu Yasha brought his hands still lower, and a whimper escaped him as he cupped her backside, his fingers brushing against her trimmed, sodden curls.
"Goddamnit, Kagome. No wonder I could smell you so easily."
"I know you can't take much time out of your day," Kagome said, her voice husky with desire, "but I thought you might have time for a quickie."
Inu Yasha closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder as a tidal wave of emotions flooded through him. What had he ever done to deserve such an incredible woman? "Always," he finally managed to reply. He gave her one final hug and nuzzle before snaking one hand out of her skirt to grip her leg instead, lifting it so that she balanced on one foot.
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He nuzzled her ear with the tip of his nose, and when she turned to look at him, he brushed his lips against hers, this time his kisses tender and reverent, a sharing of the moment rather than a brutish possession of her mouth.
"We'll start using condoms tonight, if you're worried," Kagome said.
"It doesn't matter to me. You're the one acting all frisky. Your scent says that you're not fertile yet, but everything else..."
Kagome laughed, making Inu Yasha groan as her internal muscles clutched him in reaction. "Trust me, you're lucky I hold back as much as I do, or you'd never get any work done."
"Tease," Inu Yasha grumbled.
"Only for you," Kagome said, her smile once again making Inu Yasha's heart turn somersaults.
"And boy, am I fucking happy about that."
To be continued...