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The wet white dress adhered to her body like a second skin and, almost transparent, left no room for imagination.
Her nipples could be clearly seen through the thin fabric while raindrops kept running all over her body: along the curve of her neck, through the valley of her breasts, zigzagging towards her navel and, finally, in that secret place that was her womanhood.
Her face was framed by a mass of ebony hair that, now soaked, seemed even darker, as did the chocolate of her eyes because of the intensity of her gaze. Her plump, rosy lips parted, and her breath came out laboured after the run, condensing into little clouds.
Next to her, following the instinct given by his demonic heritage, her husband began to shake off the rain like a dog. It was still so strange to think of that word: husband. She wished she could say it out loud so she would taste it on her lips and hear the sound fill her ears.
More water splashed on her, joining the drops that had already made her hair drenched and her skin damp.
Inuyasha lifted his face in surprise, realizing what he had just done, and looked at her in alarm, fearing repercussions. However, Kagome, surprising even herself, burst out laughing. It was a laugh so pure and crystalline that the half-demon felt his own heart stop for a moment, and his soft white ears twitch even more in an attempt to catch the sound.
The young bride turned to him and continued to laugh, meeting his golden gaze, which now showed astonishment because of her innocence and purity. Despite himself, he felt his lips curl into a smile, and a deeper, hoarser laugh rose in his chest, joining hers in the silence of the small hut.
The fireplace in the centre provided just enough light to illuminate their faces, her pale skin and his amber one. In one corner of the room, so that the warmth of the fire reached them, two new futons had already been lined up, clean and freshly laundered, a gift from the villagers. On the opposite side, several boxes and small barrels had been stacked; next to them to a screen that would later serve both to provide privacy and divide the room. From the care with which everything had been placed, it was evident that someone else had been there to prepare the hut. If she hadn't had more pressing thoughts and needs in her head, Kagome would have been moved.
With still little hesitation, Inuyasha intertwined his fingers with hers and slowly led her towards the sleeping alcove, not breaking eye contact. He then took a seat on the futon and, as if Kagome were a porcelain doll to be treated with extreme caution, he sat his wife on his lap. Her slender legs were placed along his sides, and her arms on his shoulders while his supported her back.
Beneath his hands, her skin seemed to burn even though it was damp, radiating a warmth that spread from his fingertips throughout his body. One hand went up to trace the curves of her back, her breasts, her neck and then cupped her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb. The same caressed her lower lip, lingering a little longer to test its softness.
A moment later, their mouths met without hesitation, hungry and urgently, breaths mingling and their tongues chasing each other.
It wasn't the first time they had kissed like that.
Since Kagome had returned, it had taken Inuyasha sometime before he found the courage to ask her to be his. Afterwards, the weeks filled with preparations had seemed even longer. During that time, shyness had slowly given way to curiosity and, most importantly, passion.
They had begun to explore each other through their clothes, felt the effect that mutual contact had on them. They had kissed first cautiously, then firmly, and finally, their lips had begun to run over patches of bare skin. All of that was done away from prying eyes in the little time they could spare for themselves.
That day, however, they had finally married. No longer had they to be afraid to hide or try anything new. Inuyasha could lean over and kiss her without having to look around in fear of being seen. He could hold her hand without too much embarrassment, and – something he still found hard to believe – he would share the bed with her. Now they were husband and wife; it was perfectly normal.
Their hut wasn't the biggest and the richest in the village; it was small but, in some ways, one of the best equipped. Inuyasha had built it slowly during those three years of separation. He had filled it with items he bought with what he earned during exorcisms or what he found during market days, and it reminded him of Kagome. He realized that it could remain empty forever and be a complete waste of time and resources. Yet, Inuyasha considered it an act of hope. What if she returned and he had nothing to offer her? What if she gave up her modern life only to find herself poor because of him?
He had never said anything like that out loud, but everyone around him knew what was going on in the half-demon's mind and, in many ways, was grateful for it. When Inuyasha was busy building the hut, he was always less gloomy and more inclined to spend time with his companions.
Now, the fruit of his hard work would offer the woman he had always been in love with a life worthy of that era and, where possible, as close as possible to the one a man of the future would have provided for her. Meanwhile, Kagome's smile and surprised exclamations on the day he had shown her their home would suffice him for a lifetime as a reward.
However, to say that the two soon-to-be lovers had long since given up their shyness and grown accustomed to affection did not mean that the awkwardness was entirely gone, especially in the current situation.
For both of them, this was their first sexual experience. The fear of making a mistake and ruining what was supposed to be one of the best nights of their lives wasn't small. Of the two, Kagome was a little more confident; she knew that the first time wasn't perfect, nor did she expect it to be; she was aware that they would get better with time and practice. Still, she wanted to make it unforgettable.
Inuyasha, for his part, was overwhelmed by the amount of advice Miroku had imposed on him. He was afraid he couldn't be as gentle and cautious as the monk had repeated to him to be to the point of exhaustion because of his own nature.
When they broke away, Kagome wordlessly offered him her neck and clung to his shoulders. He inhaled deeply her still pure scent that would soon mingle with his – more, he corrected himself, for even when they were looking for the shards, Kagome had always carried his scent on her He kissed her pale skin with his lips, then nibbled on it and finally, following his instincts, branded her. In his arms, Kagome gasped.
Inuyasha feared he had already gone too far. However, her eyes soon told him otherwise and encouraged by the burning desire he saw in there, he continued towards her chest. In the meantime, with his hands, he began to untie her still soaked kimono and, as soon as he had freed her shoulders, he filled them with kisses and bites. She welcomed them, shivering and sighing while fire lit up inside her and reached the centre of her womanhood. Instinctively, she started to move her hips against him, looking for some relief. Inuyasha gasped as he felt her rub against his already aching erection, and Kagome smiled knowingly.
When he was finally done with the top of her wedding dress, it fell down her hips, leaving her bare to his eyes save for her bra, which Kagome unfastened soon after. Inuyasha held his breath and his pupils dilated as he looked at her. His hand was hot as it rested on her breast, and she let out a moan as he rubbed one nipple with his thumb; encouraged by the sounds, he repeated the action with the other.
Picking up where he left off, he resumed kissing her skin and boldly placed his lips on one breast, kissing it as well. It was Kagome's turn to gasp again as she tightened her legs around him even more and pulled her face back, driven by the pleasure such simple actions were giving her. She wished it would never end. Then she told herself that even more intense sensations awaited her.
Inuyasha met the movement of her hips, increasing the friction and continuing to bathe her breasts with kisses and bites. Then, taking her by the waist and turning over himself, he made her lie on the futon. He finally freed her from her clothes and enjoyed her every curve and her entire figure. "Kagome," he murmured, almost breathless. "You are beautiful."
Under that hungry, lustful gaze of his, Kagome felt for a moment like the fifteen-year-old girl she had once been and made to cover herself with her arms again. He blocked her, imprisoning her with his body and bringing their faces closer again.
"There's nothing you can hide from me anymore," he told her with a mischievous smile, an inch away from her lips, before he captured them impetuously. He didn't object when it was her fingers that explored him and wanted him free of his robe. When it was impossible to continue both movements, he broke the contact and, quick as lightning, removed each garment until he only had his fundoshi on, his bulge all too evident beyond the fabric.
Noticing how Kagome's eyes followed his every action, how dark and full of desire they had become, he stopped. He closed his and inhaled deeply. The room smelled of their mingled arousal, and, once again, he was amazed that he was there with Kagome, that it was all real, that she was about to give herself willingly to him.
When the last piece of clothes also fell to the floor, Kagome gasped, not believing her eyes. Inuyasha had called her beautiful in a tone that bordered on adoration, but she could hardly believe that he could have ever thought he was not worthy.
His long silver hair was in stark contrast with his tanned skin, a contrast that stood out even more in the darkness of the night lit only by the faint light of the brazier. She wanted to touch every inch of his chiselled chest and be held by those muscular arms that had carried her to safety over and over again. She watched the curve of his hips and the trail of hair pointing out to his erection that was standing proud. She wanted to feel it pulsing between her fingers, to taste it, but she had no idea how Inuyasha would react.
Finally, their bodies adhered against each other, naked, damp with rain and sweat, hot and just a step away from exploding. Their beats quickened, and their breaths grew shallow. Kagome clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders again as Inuyasha captured her lips, slipping his tongue between them and exploring her mouth. They began to move together again as their thoughts slowly faded away, leaving behind the last of their fears and anxieties. Now there was only the two of them, the mutual pleasure, those longing kisses, their hands seeking each other.
However, Inuyasha did not forget the most important piece of advice Miroku had given him; he had to make sure Kagome was completely ready and prepared before she could welcome him. Although the monk had been quite clear and detailed about what he needed to do – to Inuyasha's dismay – the half-demon was still not entirely sure. He wanted to observe her closely, give her pleasure, but he also didn't want to dare anything without knowing that was what she desired.
Thus, it was with caution that he parted from her and began to leave another trail of kisses all over her body, moving down past her breasts and navel. Her scent hit him with such intensity that he had to close his eyes to regain some semblance of control.
Raising them, smiling sheepishly, he asked her, "Can I?"
Kagome only nodded, not trusting her own voice and trembling under his intense gaze.
He touched her first with his knuckles and then with his fingers. She drew in a sharp breath when he lingered on her clit. "Do you like it?" he asked her again.
"Yes," she panted. "Continue, please."
Inuyasha willingly obeyed and, as he squeezed the nub between his thumb and forefinger, Kagome's entire body started buckling out of pleasure. Encouraged, he kissed those lips as he continued to stimulate her with his fingers and tasted her for the first time. In response, she moaned and squirmed even more. Enraptured by the taste and sounds his wife was making, the half-demon continued with more diligence, intent on making her come before they could join. When a few seconds later he entered her with one finger and then a second, increasing the pace, Kagome felt like a coil snap and a pleasure she had never felt before crash over her. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as her hands fisted the sheets and her legs tightened around Inuyasha's shoulders, who had raised his face to look at her.
His lips, now wet with her juices, parted slightly, and his pupils dilated as if he couldn't believe his eyes. As he watched her mate surrender to pure ecstasy, he thought about how damn sexy and even more beautiful she was. From now on, he would do anything to help her reach that pleasure whenever she wanted.
It wasn't until Kagome opened her still misty eyes again that he returned to her, bringing their bodies together once more. They looked into each other's eyes and seemed to talk through them for a few moments. Then Inuyasha kissed her softly on the lips as he adjusted himself between her legs and began to make his way inside her. Finally, with one firm thrust, he penetrated her.
They both froze, Kagome in sudden pain – despite all the preparation and pleasure she had felt until that moment – and Inuyasha in fear that the new and so good feeling would end too soon because of him.
When he realized how Kagome had gone stiff and shut her eyes, he panicked. It didn't help that he smelled her blood, despite knowing it was natural. He wanted to stop, convinced that he had already ruined everything when her legs tightened around him.
"No, it's okay, it's okay," Kagome repeated, perhaps more to herself than to her husband. "Just… just give me a moment to get used to it." Slowly, she let her muscles relax and the burning pass. Then she nodded.
His thrusts were slow and cautious at first, accompanied by tender kisses and moans. Gradually, however, Kagome let herself go, and at that point, it was easy for him too to surrender to her warmth and, at the same time, become one with his mate.
A loud moan echoed through the silence of the room soon after, as Kagome clung even tighter to him, sinking her nails into his flesh, and Inuyasha pushed into her faster and a little harder, sending them both into a whirlwind of bliss and passion.
Their mouths met again, their tongues seeking each other and their breaths mixing, only to separate a short while later when they both felt the need to scream out to the world a pleasure they had never experienced before. Kagome felt a burning heat invade her all over, concentrating in her lower abdomen, only to explode and push her back to climax.
And as he watched her in rapture, her body trembling, her cheeks red and lips parted, Inuyasha felt her warm, moist walls clench even tighter around him, as did her entire body. He felt his control fade, a new, overwhelming sensation wash over him. Thus, with one last strong thrust, he came, trembling with her and repressing a howl on her chest.
They laid there, together and blind to the world, for a while longer until Inuyasha decided to come out and fall to the side next to her. They both had their eyes closed, their breaths shallow and their chests rising and falling rhythmically. Their fingers found each other soon after, intertwining as if they could no longer bear to be divided as if they felt the need to still be one somehow.
They had just given themselves to each other, and it seemed as if their very souls had entered into communion, that from that moment, even miles away, nothing would separate them again.
It didn't seem true to Inuyasha that after all the hardships, after the agony and the separation, Kagome was there beside him – finally, she was just his. As a smile stretched across his lips and a laugh arose in his chest, he told her just that. "It's not a dream," he murmured, his tone firm. "It's not one of those many nightmares that used to come to visit me when you were still on the other side of the well. You're here," he continued, turning on his side and watching her, saving every detail into memory. "I touched you, I kissed you. I loved you." With his free hand, he slowly trailed her arm, moving up to her face, then brushing one cheek and capturing her lips in a soft kiss as if to emphasize the truthfulness of his words.
Kagome opened her eyes and met his golden gaze as the rain continued to beat down on the roof of their hut and serve as a backdrop to their first night together. "You touched me," she repeated, squeezing his hand, "you kissed me," she brought their faces closer again, "you loved me," she concluded, returning the last kiss.
And finally, their bodies sought each other again. Inuyasha pulled her close, embracing her, while she laid her head on his chest and sighed contentedly.
Outside, the smell of rain spread drop by drop, watering the fields and penetrating deep into the ground. Yet, for Inuyasha, there were only their scents now mixed, that smell that permeated the air around them and slowly lulled him into a night of sleep, for the first time in a long time, free of nightmares.