“H-hey!” Kagome said, stumbling forward a few steps. “It seems like you’ve got the wrong idea, here! I’m not looking for ‘the usual’—I really just have a few questions I’d like you to…”

Her voice trailed off with an “Eep!” as he closed the distance between them yet again. The radiant heat of his presence buffeted against her, closer and more intense now than before—and she was fast running out of room to flee in this glorified rock fissure of a cave. Of course, Kagome reminded herself, she could always turn around, and he would vanish.

Supposedly.

Panicked, the miko clung white-knuckled to this theory as he pinned her in, his very real—very masculine—his hands forcing her down at the shoulders. Kagome fell with a startled squeak. Collapsing rather than sitting, she knelt sideways in the moss, tense and sweating, as a pair of strong, long-nailed thumbs began to knead her from collar to nape.

Was he…petting her? Kagome’s staring eyes threatened to bug out of her skull. Too overwhelmed to react otherwise, she remained frozen in place, while her brain promptly short-circuited.

“Um…u-ummm!”

After a few more utterances like this, Kagome gave up the pointless protesting. Her weak attempts to pry herself free didn’t amount to much either. Stonily, he held her to him, his thumbs undeterred in their stringent course. Against all will and reason, or maybe because she simply didn’t seem to have much choice in the matter, Kagome found herself gradually relaxing beneath his relentless ministrations, her lids beginning to droop as his fingertips skimmed repeatedly along the path of her spine.

Even when his touch ran lower, tracing the curves of her shoulder blades, dipping into the arch of her back, Kagome remained drowsy and lax. She’d had massages before—but never like this. Even through her clothes, she could feel the curious heat of him. Infused in every stroke of his fingers, it seeped down deep into the twisted fibers of her muscles, uncoiling them and melting them like putty. And at every pressure point, both known and unknown to her, there was the prick of his nails in perfect measure and precision, lancing expertly through the spots of gathered tension in a rush that had her eyes rolling back in blissful relief.

She didn’t even realize she was moaning until his fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt. At the shock of this skin-on-skin contact, Kagome jerked upright as though from a daze, her pleasured sounds echoing back at her in cringe-worthy waves.

“Listen!” she cried, shuddering as his hands started to rise, dragging her shirt up along with them. “This is all just a silly misunderstanding, okay? I only wanted to find out more about you—to talk to you! Just to talk.”

Steadily, his fingers continued to move upward, fanning out against her flinching stomach with a firmness that seemed to indicate that talking was the last thing he cared to do.

In desperation, Kagome wriggled, gasping when her contortions caused his wrist to skim the outer swell of her breast. “I’m not lonely, I promise,” she pleaded. “And I…I have really high self-esteem!”

Unfazed by these assertions, he took hold of her blouse and tugged it off of her in one startlingly swift motion. Kagome yelped, her hands flying to cover her chest. But before she could round on him in outrage, he pushed her face-first into the moss.

“Oomph!”

Spitting out a few feathery tendrils, she lay there in a stunned sprawl. His hands were in her hair now—or rather, at her scalp—and she found herself biting back a groan at each delicious scrape of his nails. As the pads of his fingers pressed to her temples, she slid her eyes shut once more, and let her head loll forward into the blanket of undergrowth. The fine, velvety shoots tickled at her nose as she dreamily sighed. Had the ground really been this soft before? Her brow wrinkled faintly before she gave an inward shrug and decided not to think too hard about it.

Her mind felt as gooey as the rest of her as he worked his way back down her spine. She felt a prickle of irritation at the encumbrance of her bra straps—a prickle which dissipated in an instant when he slipped his fingers beneath them and smoothed over the faint indentations in her skin. Lower still, his touch ventured beneath the clasp, slid beneath the broad band of fabric and the bends of wire within it, ghosted the undersides of her breasts as he circled beneath her arms and grasped her around the ribs.

Kagome’s breath breezed out of her at this sweet compression, her fingers curling into the downy bed beneath her. “Mmm…”

It was all the coherency she could manage as those deft hands of his continued down the taut plane of her stomach, soothing her into supple oblivion. Warmth bled through her, saturating her from without to within. Her belly simmered when he hooked his nails into the waistline of her skirt. As he pulled it down her legs, the night air kissed her naked hips a moment before his palms fit to them, and Kagome flushed, summoning the last vestiges of her resistance.

“T-that’s far enough,” she said thickly, swallowing as his touch descended perilously further. “I’m really not interested in going all the way, you know?”

He made no reply to this, of course—other than to give her mostly-exposed derriere a short, but undeniable, squeeze. Kagome’s heart stuttered, her maidenly sensibilities in total upheaval. She’d only kissed a guy—the same guy—a couple of times, and now here she was getting fondled by some handsy stranger?!

The only thing that spared her poor modesty—and sanity—was the fact that there wasn’t anything overtly sensual in the way he was touching her. With the same detached, almost clinical efficiency he’d applied to the rest of her, he molded his fingers around her pert cheeks, the bare backs of her thighs. Even spreading and gliding between them, he didn’t so much as brush against the bridge of her underwear. Somewhat reassured by this, Kagome released the lip she’d been anxiously biting, her frightened tension once more beginning to ebb, as he rubbed his way down her calves.

The sensitive backs of her knees, the tender arches of her feet, he paid special attention to. But venturing upward again, it was the soft insides of her arms, the delicate bones of her fingers and wrists where she felt him lingering most. Bathed in the warmth of him, basking in it, Kagome was nearly dozing when she laced her hand absently with his and, forgetting everything in her present state of intoxication, turned her face unconsciously toward him.

Maybe her hand-holding gesture had drawn him momentarily short. Maybe she had simply gotten lucky. But she managed to catch sight of a glint of white before he broke abruptly from her.

Too distracted by his absence to contemplate this discovery, Kagome clapped a sluggish hand to her brow and sighed. “Oh. Right…”

In hazy disappointment, she continued to lie there, thinking she’d blown it—whatever it was, anyway. Then, to her dim astonishment, she felt his hands on her again.

Kagome’s lips parted slightly. Only her utter listlessness kept her from starting in surprise. As he brushed aside the spill of her hair, as he caressed her slowly from collar to chest, the uncanny warmth and pressure he exerted was the same—

It was the intent that was different.

Her skin prickled at this distinction. Her mouth ran dry. When he skirted the tops of her breasts with his nails and pressed his palm to her heart, it throbbed as though to reach straight through her to him.

Was this how it felt, Kagome wondered with a pang, as he eased his way up her throat and cradled her face in his hand—

To be touched by a man who knew what he wanted?

Tears misted in her eyes as he traced his thumb along the seam of her lips, the fluttering fringe of her lashes. She was lighter than air. She was floating off, drifting away.

And it was heaven.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

I think I’m starting to lose it, guys. The cabin fever is setting in hardcore. I keep finding myself staring off into space – way more than usual, I mean. Lol

Here’s to hoping a full weekend of yardwork will help, one way or the other D:

Stay healthy, y’all <3

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