Title: The Basics of Texting

Universe: AU

Relationship: Inu/Kag allusions to Inu/Kik and Kouga/Kag

Summary: Exchanging text messages in one thing, meeting is another thing entirely, and Kagome isn't sure she is prepared. Plus she's been feeling a little out of sorts ever since she met him, and she's not sure she can explain it.

PART 3:

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The act of moving forward was never something that Kagome excelled at. If she got a bad grade on an assignment she would redo it on her own terms just to make sure that she knew how it was done, and she certainly didn't move passed the strife's found in everyday life. That just wasn't how she operated.

As much as it pained her to admit it, and she would never do so aloud, she was not over InuYasha. There really shouldn't even be anything for her to get over anyway, a one night stand did not mean the world was coming to an end. Even if her heart told her otherwise. She really needed to stop listening to the muscular organ that often lead her astray, it always got too invested in relationships.

The static buzz of her phone on the desktop didn't cause elation to fill her in the way it would have a mere four weeks ago, but she was no longer ignoring it either.

It had taken her less than a week before she started responding to InuYasha's incessant text messages. After all, she had enjoyed their conversations immensely before everything had turned sour, and she found that they might be able to hold a tentative friendship if he would only stop flirting with her. He wasn't the type to let things go easily if his actions were anything to go by. The trait she had once found admirable in others was beginning to annoy her and break her heart all at the same time.

Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to concentrate until she at least looked at the message, she decided it would be best to take a break from her assigned reading. She'd been staring at the same paragraph for the last few minutes, and her eyes were beginning to cloud over.

How's your day going, beautiful?

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The man sure was persistent, she would give him that. Even when she had taken to sending him some less than friendly responses, he would remain upbeat. It had made it hard for her to stay mad at him, especially when she finally came to terms with the fact that they had never been exclusive or anything close to it.

So maybe he was a bit of a pig and a major ass, but it wasn't like he had cheated on her. Leading her on wasn't much of a crime, because it was her who had bought into it. No intentions had ever been made clear. He was doing as bachelors often did; living the single life and playing the field. She had been unfortunate enough to get caught up in the crosshairs, and as long as she did her best to not get wedged in his trap again she was sure that talking with him wouldn't cause her any more harm. Her decision was also made easy by the fact that not talking to him had led to a panic attack that only let up once she replied to a text from him.

It only made it difficult the more he would try and get her to see him time and time again; she was lucky to always have an excuse on hand, otherwise she would refuse without sparing him any soft feelings.

Shoving her books aside, Kagome decided it was time to get some food in her system if she was going to be of any use later on. There was a deep headache forming between her temples; it would only get worse if she didn't get protein in her stomach. She typed out a quick response to her text-mate while making her way towards the kitchen.

The reply she typed was purposeful in its curtness, almost clinical in its execution. She told him she was 'fine' before directing the question back to him. A whoosh of sound signaled the deliverance of her message just as she finished pouring herself a glass of lemonade.

The response was immediate, and she nearly sloshed the juice out of her cup as the vibration rattled through her pocket. Instead of checking it right away, she finished putting together a snack consisting of cheese and crackers. Munching on a few bites of her chosen provision, she pulled out her cell and slid her thumb across the screen in order to see the full message.

I am alright, it read, but I would be much better if you let me explain what happened that night.

The familiar lurch in her chest told her she wasn't ready to hear whatever lie he may have concocted, and she typed out a response that informed him it didn't matter anymore. It was far from the truth, but it made her feel better when he dropped it. She knew that one day she might have to actually hear him out, because no matter how aloof she acted he refused to sever their connection. It was confusing, but there was a part of her that didn't want to be the one to completely cut their ties. Maybe she wasn't strong enough.

The thought of never seeing him, of never talking to him, caused her heart to pound against her ribs in such a way that made it seem like they was splitting in two.

It didn't make any sense, but she assumed it had everything to do with the fact that she had gotten closer to InuYasha than she had anyone else in years. Of course they would form a resilient bond; well at least she formed a bond. She always knew she wouldn't be able to pull off a one night stand, and damn InuYasha for forcing her into that situation.

No matter how often she told herself the feeling would pass it never let up. The ache was constant, and every step she took just seemed wrong. Trying to wrap her head around why her heart hurt worse the more she pulled away from him was only causing her more of a headache. It wasn't any matter, she'd gotten pretty good at ignoring insignificant facts, and one more wouldn't do too much damage.

After all, nothing could hurt her the way Kikyou's giggles did every time a new text came in from InuYasha.

A few days after the incident, Kagome had trouble referring to it as anything but, Kikyou had started going out to dinner and bringing home someone Kagome had yet to see. She may have made it a point to avoid any possible introductions by staying over at a friend's house many nights a week or simply holing herself up in her room with headphones laid over her ears at the loudest volume.

Despite that, all signs lead to one conclusion. And that conclusion was one she didn't think she could bear. She counted herself as a traditional girl, and there was no way she could be with InuYasha if he was seeing someone else on the side. At least that was what she told herself when the urge to be with him became too much.

As much as she tried not to be mad at Kikyou, she couldn't stomach to be in the same room with her. At least not right away. Which was another reason she had spent more of her time out of the apartment than she had in it. She was trying her best to not think about her dwindling friendship too much.

Her phone pulsated the moment she stepped back into her room. For a long beat she told herself she would look at it later, her footsteps remaining slow, but the more time that past made the air feel stifling. Hands laden with plate and cup, she rushed forward to set them down on the end of her bed. She had to check, but the moment the words registered in her brain her heart lurched.

One day you're going to want listen to my side of the story.

She wasn't sure if it was a threat, but it made her palms sweaty as she fought to renew her ability to swallow.

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The pillow beneath her head was not one that she was used to. It was too soft in places, and oddly lumpy in others. Nestling her head deeper, she tried to ignore the too firm cushions beneath her body while the hum of the refrigerator kicked up behind her. She couldn't live under such conditions forever, but her promises of it being the last time never held much strength.

A sighed chuckle pulled her out of her reverie, and she whipped her neck up only to see her friend Sango standing in the kitchen with groggy eyes and a ratted ponytail. "Have a good night," she asked.

Kagome wanted to groan. It was resting in the back of her throat, but with a swallow she forced it down and replaced it with a smile. "I always do."

A critical silence followed her statement, and Kagome took the time to gingerly bring herself to an upright position. The couch had done a number on her back. Or maybe it had been the fact that she couldn't fit her body onto it without contorting into some sort of malformed cube. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that she'd been sleeping on said couch for the last nine days straight.

"You're a shitty liar," Sango said.

Kagome gave a hum of agreement. "Okay, so it's not ideal but it's better than the alternative."

The alternative being listening to Kikyou and InuYasha go at it like fucking bunnies.

"You don't even know that it's him." Sango gave a huff of disappointment before moving to get herself a cup of coffee.

Kagome made to follow her but then decided against it. If she was going to get reamed for her decision-making then she was going to put some distance between them. Confrontation wasn't her strong suit. Lately, she wasn't even sure that she had a strong suit. The whole incident messed with her mind more than she cared to admit, and she was barely keeping her head afloat. It didn't matter how often she told herself that InuYasha was just some dumb guy, her heart wasn't having any of it.

"Well," Kagome countered, "we don't know that it isn't either."

There was a sigh; long, drawn out, and filled with obvious frustration that made Kagome cringe from her spot in the living room.

"Whatever," Sango grumbled, "I think we could both use some retail therapy."

She knew that her behavior grated on Sango's nerves. Over the past few weeks she had been spending more nights at Sango's than she had in a long time. While Kagome was certain that her longtime friend didn't mind the company, she was pussyfooting around an unsavory situation rather than facing it head on. Sango was a good friend in all aspects, meaning that she didn't like watching someone close to her suffer. Kagome knew all of that, but she couldn't bring herself to change her behavior.

She promised herself that she would be okay with time, she just wasn't sure how much time she would need.

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By the time Kagome and Sango went their separate ways the sun had already began to set. The chill of another fall night penetrated her faux-leather jacket as she made the short trek home.

A smile rolled across her lips when the fluttering breeze caressed the fabric of her new clothes. Sango had been right, shopping could cure almost everything. At least Kagome had convinced herself of that fact until her footsteps brought her home into sight, leaving her with an abundance of nerves rolling around in an empty stomach.

None of that matters, she told herself. A large portion of her wasn't buying into her lies.

With the help of donning a new outfit to make her feel unbreakable, Kagome had resolved to finally move forward. She had spent too long dwelling over nothing, and she wasn't going to let it rule her life anymore. Kikyou was her friend, and Kagome decided there was no way that was going to change for anything.

With the newfound determination resting firm on her shoulders she pushed her way into the building. No more avoiding; it was her new motto.

The second she shut the door behind her she could feel her brand-new motto fleeing. It was fun while it lasted, she supposed, that solid two seconds. Kind of like her relationship with InuYasha, but she really needed to stop thinking about him. Kikyou's exuberance could be spotted from a mile away, and all Kagome wanted to do was turn tail and run.

Dressed to the nine's in a sparkling top and black miniskirt, the older girl latched onto Kagome with a grip that couldn't be shaken.

"I was hoping you'd be home soon," Kikyou squeaked. "I've missed you!"

With a shaky exhalation Kagome murmured some words she couldn't quite remember doing her best to brush her friend to the side. She could always work on her non-avoidance tactics in the morning, it was getting late and she didn't want to be too groggy while she tried to make herself a better person.

The minute the excuse popped into her head Kagome's eyes drooped. That wasn't who she wanted to be, not anymore.

"There's a new club that opened up at the end of our road," Kikyou said. "Me and a few friends were going to hit it up, but I really want you to come with. It's no fun getting drunk without you."

Her answer was immediate. A flat out 'no' that resounded around the room with all the power of a stabbing knife. Kikyou even recoiled as if she had been injured, and Kagome instantly felt bad for her refusal. The bad guy was not in the room with her, she didn't need to lash out. "I wouldn't want to make you late while I work to make myself club hot."

"What are you talking about Kagome? You're dress is smoking, and I'm planning on stealing those ankle boots the second you take them off your feet. Not to mention the fact that you look like a complete badass in that leather jacket!"

She wanted to refuse, but her mouth moved faster than her brain accepting the invitation before she could put up a debate. Damn her and damn Kikyou for going for the kill shot. Compliments from Kikyou were like the epitome of wonderful; whenever someone who looked like her paid a compliment it had to be accepted, it was practically law.

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"Are you sure this dress is club appropriate," Kagome asked for what felt like the millionth time. Her heads flitted around the loose fabric, trying to straighten the a-line as she moved.

Kikyou had decided that walking to club would pump up their blood enough that it would take a bit longer for the alcohol to take over their system, and Kagome had been too wrapped up in her head to argue. As a result the entire walk had been filled with Kagome's questions about her attire.

A smack to her hands made her drop the hem of her dress while Kikyou glared at her. "You look great damnit, now stop fussing over yourself, we're here."

The club stood to be three story's high in a building of brick. Velvet ropes cased off a line, and Kagome made to move to the back only to be tugged along behind Kikyou. "I forgot to tell you we're VIPs tonight."

It was a rare occurrence, but Kagome didn't question it. That would be her first mistake.

Her second came in the form of a weight lifting off her shoulders the second she walked into the building. She couldn't describe it, but for the past few weeks she had just felt wrong only for that feeling to suddenly vanish the moment she made it inside the stifling atmosphere of the club. It was like that time she went to hot yoga for two hours, forgetting what fresh air felt like until the moment she stepped outside and breathed it in again.

Telling herself that was the feeling of finally letting go, she moved to the bar to order two shots for herself to get the night started. Choking back the duel burn in quick succession, she smiled. Maybe coming out that night wasn't such a bad idea. She was already beginning to feel like she was having fun, something she hadn't really felt since before the incident.

"Doesn't look like my friends are here yet," Kikyou said. "Want to go dance while we wait?"

Kagome nodded, taking the offered drink out of Kikyou's hand as they weaved their way through the crowd. Finding a spot towards the back of the dance floor, Kagome began to move her hips to the beat of the music. Bass flooded the speakers, pounding out a rhythm that washed over her body like a wave. Before she knew it she was lost in the music, suckling her drink through a straw while she moved the way she wanted to.

She heard Kikyou telling her that she was going to look for her friends, but she didn't acknowledge the words other than with a nod of her head. It seemed like the music was playing just for her, and she was having a good time dancing on her own. Of course, that was the moment that she felt hands grip her waist from behind, but the touch felt warm and right so she didn't bother fighting it. Then again that might have been the alcohol talking.

The fingers were firm against her hips, radiating a heat that sent shivers all the way to her toes. She leaned into the touch, pressing her back against the body behind her as wandering hands moved to caress her stomach.

A moan slid past her lips, and desire ripped through her belly at an alarming pace. It was only when her own hands shook with the effort to control her swirling libido that she realized the drink she held had run dry. It almost felt like too much of a coincidence when a passing waiter caught her eye, but as soon as the glass left her hand she was melting into the possessive hold of the person behind her.

In that moment it didn't matter that she was potentially getting groped by a stranger, it felt nice. The promise she had made early to Sango came rushing to her mind. She had told her friend that she would try to move on. The fuzzy alcohol logic told her that a one night stand had gotten her into the mess of a situation, and a one night stand would be the thing to get her out of it. Plus, the thrill of it wasn't so bad.

God, she was such a hypocrite. But she didn't care.

Old songs blended into new songs, the pumping beat making Kagome realize that she was going to have to be the one to initiate the one night stand. The person behind her seemed content to just hold her and dance all night long, but the heating of her blood told her that wasn't going to be an option for much longer. Her skin sizzled with a heat she'd only felt with one person, but she wasn't going to question it.

With a sultry swirl executed moments after she rubbed her ass against a firm groin, her eyes locked onto molten gold framed by thick lashes. It was a shock at first, but she didn't really register what was happening until silver caught her eye in the form of cascading locks and twitching ears.

"Oh God," she whispered. The pleasurable haze left behind from their dancing warred with terror. Her voice didn't sound nearly as horrified as she felt. That was probably because she was suddenly breathless, from dancing of course.

There she had been considering a one night stand to get over her previous one night stand only to have the current one night stand be the previous one. Her head hurt, and she wanted to get away but his arms felt too nice and his breath smelled of peppermints.

She leaned into him instead, ignoring the voice screaming inside of her head in favor of the rhythmic pumping of her heart. It was calling to him, she didn't feel it was right to deny her heart its pleas.

It was like an out of body experience. All the negative thoughts she had felt towards the man melted away within a matter of seconds, and it was like nothing but the two of them existed in that moment. It went against every moral notion found within her body, but she also believed in second chances. In the moment the latter seemed more important.

That was probably why when he pulled her away from the dance floor she didn't try and stop him. Nor did she cause a scene when he found a secluded corner for them to come to come to a halt.

The music was pounding in her ears, pressing against the logical part of her brain with the help of the alcohol she had consumed earlier, but that didn't mean anything because InuYasha was there. It was like in a movie.

Actually, the entire situation felt surreal in such a way that she wasn't sure what to make of it, because when he hitched her leg up and over his waist she didn't think about all the reasons it was wrong. Instead her brain was caught on all the reasons it was right.

He's beautiful, something whispered inside of her. You crave him. You need him. You love him. The voice inside her head was dark, whispering sadistic pleasures into her ear as his fingers trailed up her thigh. Offered warmth spread from his body to her own and she leaned into it, loving the feel of his body pressing against her own.

"Kagome," he whispered.

Hot breath puffed against the skin of her neck, and she clung to InuYasha's heaving shoulders as he panted against the crook of her neck. She was almost able to convince herself that he needed her as much as she needed him, and that was all the justification she wanted to be able to let go.

Show him how much he means to you, the voice urged. She didn't know why she listened, but the hammering music offered up its own promise of pleasure. It teased her senses, and told her there was no need to be quiet. Not there in the back of a club that no one seemed to know about.

The first moan she let loose was high pitched. It was more of a startled squeak than anything, but InuYasha seemed to revel in it all the same. His laving kisses turned deeper as he suckled the skin of her neck. Back arched against the unrelenting wall, she tried to draw him in closer. If she couldn't get closer to him she felt like she would die. It was irrational, but the man pressing her against the wall made her go against all of her better judgment. She found that she didn't care.

"Please," she pleaded. "InuYasha… Please."

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. One second his finger was toying with the lace edge of her panties and the next he tore through the barriers presented by her clothing as if it was nothing. She wasn't sure that she would have voiced disproval if she had been given the option, because the feel of him touching the moist skin of her sex as she pleaded for further was more than she could handle.

It was a good thing she had worn such a loose-fitting dress, because it hung down enough to cover the ministrations of his fingers toying with her clit. They sure were making a point of performing sexual acts in public. Where she once might have felt embarrassment, all she could focus on in that moment was the way his fingers felt curving against her labia before twirling their way inside.

"You're so wet, Kagome."

He sounded like he was in awe, but she couldn't be sure. She was too lost in the feel of his questing fingers as he searched out her clit once more. Finding it within seconds, he began to play her body like it was an instrument tailored just for him.

The noises she made weren't proper nor were they contained. They consisted of whines that crawled out of her throat, followed by begging that sounded too wanton to be coming from her own body. She knew that she had to be making the pleas for him not to stop because InuYasha kept pulling her body closer to his own while biting at the flesh of her neck.

Their bodies were flush, pulled taut together in a way that had to make it difficult on his questing fingers, but he didn't seem to mind. With her head rolling frantically against the hard wall behind her, she knew she didn't mind much either.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered. In the heat of the moment, she could agree with his words. They meant the world to her, pouring off his tongue with such smooth candor. Working together in time with his hands and lips, his words seemed to bring her that much closer to the peak she had been denying herself for too long. Weeks really, a month at best. Since the last time he brought her to soaring completion on that night that didn't turn out anything like she had hoped.

She pushed that thought out of her mind, because she needed it; needed him. There was no point in examining that thought too closely, because she was sure the answer was more terrifying than anything she was prepared for. She had never really needed another person before, and definitely not someone who was able to play her body like a well-tuned fiddle. Not that she was complaining.

"Kagome." He sounded wrecked, but she didn't understand why that would be when she was the one being tortured. His fingers were everywhere and yet not there nearly enough. She arched her hips, and pulled him closer. Fingers pushed deeper, and curled against the spongy flesh inside that made her world spin on its axis. She squeezed her thighs and craned her neck. There she was panting and keening like she was in heat, and he seemed to be right there with her as if her hands were touching him a place more intimate than his shoulders. As it was, her fingers were curled so tightly into the cotton off his tee-shirt that they began to ache.

"You have to come for me Kagome," he begged. "I need you to come for me. I just need you."

She didn't need to be asked twice, because the second she heard the desperate quality to his voice it signaled the beginning of a crescendo to the symphony she had been writing. His name fell past her lips with all the bravado that she had left, and it only took her seconds after she came down from her high to realize what had happened.

She was weak. She hated herself. The tears in her eyes were there in part to the intense pleasure she had felt just moments before as well as the fact that she felt completely destroyed for the second time in a matter of weeks.

When her conscience started yelling at her to get away from him, she twitched. Nothing was more confusing than being in his arms, because as much as her mind was screaming at her to get away her heart was perfectly content where it was. It was ironic how her most vital of organs didn't realize it was about to be callously bludgeoned by a player who probably only longed to bang a set of twins. She knew it was stupid.

A breathy chuckle brought her back to the present, and she tried not to make InuYasha aware of the stiffening of her muscles. It would be much harder to get away from him if he was prepared for her to bolt.

"We have to stop meeting like this," InuYasha released. His lips were touching her neck with each of his words, and she's certain the shiver she let loose was more out of revulsion than arousal. The slicked heating of her nether lips said otherwise, but she chalked it up to the limb-numbing orgasm she had just experienced.

A part of her wanted to laugh at his words, because there was a bit of truth in them, but she was too devastated to even attempt that much. She personally thought it would be better if they stopped meeting period, the circumstances didn't matter to her much.

For the past few weeks she had been telling herself that she and InuYasha could have a friendship, and yet she never dreamed she would end up back in his arms, pressed against yet another wall seconds after he had flirted with Kikyou.

It was clear that he was among the friends Kikyou had been meeting. Which meant that obviously no friendship could be found between both Kagome and InuYasha because every time he got near her he felt the need to touch her until she came apart on some part of him.

Oh God, Kikyou.

"This shouldn't have happened," she whispered. The sad part was she wasn't sure if she was talking about the previous act itself or her falling for him.

As if it was a response to her words, his arms folded around her tighter, blocking her escape. "From the moment I saw you outside all those months ago this was meant to happen. We were meant to happen."

Somewhere deep inside something clicked, and she was finally able to find the strength to push him away. Ignoring the look of hurt that crossed his face, Kagome pushed onward. "I don't know how you can have no qualms about having sex with two roommates, but I'm not going to play your games anymore."

She felt proud for standing up for herself, even if it was after the fact. The breeze that climbed up the hem of her skirt took a bit of wind from her sails, because she was going to have to face Kikyou knowing that she wasn't strong enough to reject the touch of the man with silver dog ears and golden eyes.

"What are you talking about," InuYasha questioned.

For a moment Kagome thought about turning and walking away right in that second, but she was on a roll and she needed closure to move on and telling him off might be the only way to make that happen. She tried to convince herself that it had nothing to do with the adorably baffled look on his face, but she didn't think she was fooling anyone. "I know that you have been talking to Kikyou these past few weeks, InuYasha, and I'm not the type of girl you think I am."

"Well yeah, I've been talking to Kikyou," InuYasha stated and she didn't bother to listen to the rest of his words.

What did his petty excuses mean to the girl who couldn't even deny him in the first place? She was just going to keep falling back into his arms if she didn't dissolve the strings holding them together. As much as it hurt her heart to think about, she knew that it was nothing compared to how much her heart would break when she finally got it through her thick skull that InuYasha couldn't love her.

Who was she kidding? Her heart was already breaking. At least it was finally getting the big picture.

A voice cut into her thoughts, stopping her self-loathing before it could do too much damage. "Please, you have to listen to me, Kagome." He was in her face, holding her chin in his hand while he stared down at her with intense golden eyes. She was glad he had the sense to clean her arousal off his fingers, the last thing she needed was another reminder of her weakness. "I've only been talking to her about you."

As much as she wanted to argue or deny his claim, she couldn't bring herself to do so. He looked so sincere and sounded so genuine that her lips remained sealed as he put his heart on his sleeve.

"I've been trying to get you to see me since that night to let me explain. Kikyou ambushed me in the bathroom, yes, but I can explain. I wasn't expecting her to attack me, and she's fucking stronger than she looks."

She didn't want to hear any of it. She didn't care. As much as she tried to convince herself of these facts she couldn't stop herself from listening. Plus, plugging her ears and shouting "la la la" at the top of her lungs seemed too childish for such circumstances.

"That girl's like half octopus or something, because while I was trying to keep her at bay she managed to get my pants undone. I mean yes she tried to give me a blow job, and I was so despondent thinking that you were into Kouga that I thought about letting it happen. But I just couldn't do that to you even if you didn't want me, because you already meant more to me than anyone else. Then she threw up."

She wasn't sure that she believed him. No guy turned down an offered blow job over a handful of unfulfilling text messages, and she told him as much.

"A guy does when he's found his mate."

She's lucky he hadn't let her go, because she certainly would have been on the ground from the impact left from his words. Though he hadn't said exactly what he meant by that, she could guess. She only hoped that she wasn't wrong, because her heart couldn't take much more of the rollercoaster he left her on. Anymore and she was sure she would end up in the hospital.

"Why did Kikyou seem to think you hooked up in the bathroom then?" She was sticking to her guns, and her ammunition had always come in the form facts.

"By the end of that night I'm certain that Kikyou couldn't even remember her own name, let alone the fact that her apparent seduction failed." His voice was hard, and it seemed he was angry at the whole situation. Angrier than she was, which was kind of telling in its own right. "That first night I met you I knew, and I didn't want to come on too strong so I wanted a sort of neutral setting. A friends date if you will. If I had known you were going to start hitting on that fucking wolf, I would have taken you out on a proper date instead."

The growl that left his throat caused her to smile, because even though she didn't know what to think about all that he was telling her, she knew that he was cute when he was jealous.

"Tell me," he asked suddenly, "These last couple of weeks how have you been feeling?"

She didn't want to answer. It made her feel insecure and weak, but most of all it left her with a sense of fear. His eyes made her a promise, and she found herself talking. "I felt lost."

"That's because once a demon has found its other half both will be forced to wander alone until they are brought together again and marked."

"If that's the case then why were you flirting with Kikyou?"

"You thought that was flirting?" He scoffed. "You're in for a surprise Kagome, because when I flirt it tends to be a lot more intimate." Suddenly his fingers began to trace the skin of her neck while he lowered his face in order to nip at her jawline. The heat of his breath and tongue against her flesh almost sent her over the edge once more. "I wasn't flirting with her, I was simply trying to stop myself from fucking you right there in front of your friend."

The shiver that ran through her body was intense, and she found herself curling against him as a response. His filthy words might be the death of her.

"Now Kagome, I need you to do me a favor."

"And what is that?"

"Let me take you out to dinner."

While a part of her wasn't sure what to believe, there was one thing for certain, dinner wouldn't hurt anyone.

Though she thought it might be best if they had dinner at his place, because they clearly couldn't be trusted to meet in public yet.

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AN:/ And that concludes my first ever multi-chapter InuYasha fanfic. Now wasn't that just a good time. Hope to see you all around in the future. Thanks for reading and reviewing.