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"Just put that banner over there Eri, I'll get Hojo to hang it up," Kagome called across the courtyard, the hustle and bustle of the set up for the school festival continuing around her.
She barely heard her friends affirmative before she was grabbed onto a side pathway, a warm, familiar hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her shriek of surprise.
"Inuyasha!" she hissed when he removed the offending hand, but she was greeted with a satisfied smirk.
He pressed her against the wall, his head bending down to place kisses to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and the fight went out of her.
"You're just so..." he paused to nip at her earlobe and she gasped from the feeling, "...hot when you're bossing people around."
She let out a tiny bark of a laugh, before he claimed her lips with his, and she was done for.
The way he kissed her was just...damn. His mouth moved lazily over hers, as if he didn't have a care in the world except for what was happening right here, right now.
He always pulled her so close, his hands squeezing at her hips where her top met the skirt of her uniform, and when he was especially brazen, like today, he'd skim his clawed fingers between the two, causing a shiver of pleasure to run up her spine.
Kagome knew she was inexperienced in a lot of what life had to offer, but she knew she'd never, ever get tired of this, of him.
"I have to get back," she moaned disappointedly, managing to pull away from him, enough for a proper amount of oxygen to get to her brain.
"I know," he said, placing his forehead against hers, a sad sort of smile on his face that made her want to kiss him until it was gone. "I just missed you."
Her death certificate would surely read 'death by melting curtesy of a half-demon.'
"You know," she said, twining her arms around his neck, her hand finding one of his all too adorable dog ears to rub gently, "you could remedy that by helping the committee set up for the festival."
He rolled his eyed. "You know, you could just let me take you out on a date. I'm starting to think you're actually ashamed of me or something."
"That's not true!" she countered instantly, and a little too loudly, immediately realizing her mistake, and mouthing a quick 'sorry,' relieved when he smiled back.
She wasn't ashamed of him. At all. Not in the slightest. But their relationship was just that. Theirs. Fun and exciting and wonderful, and she selfishly wanted to keep him to herself for awhile before the entire school became privy to it all.
But as exciting as the secrecy was, she was kind of dying to go on a real date with him. Snuggling up to him on the metro, holding hands as he walked with her through the crowded shops of Odaiba, a ferris wheel ride overlooking Tokyo Bay as the sun set with a lot of kissing and more snuggling...
Oh, yeah, she was ready, now.
"Fine," she conceded. "You can pick me up Saturday morning."
And as she finally extracted herself from his arms, he was positively beaming.
"Don't be late," she called over her shoulder, swaying her hips a little more than was necessary.
"Wouldn't dream of it."