Ma’am, I would like to hear more about In The Desert With a WIP With No End, and Don’t Let This Become The Shining. 👀👀 Maybe even excerpts???? 🙏
My deeeeeeeaaaar, ask and you shall receive! You might be disappointed, since No End is just the last chapter to the first arc of Tandem, and Shining is (T)Roped Together, which has been pointed out, to my chagrin, only had one chapter that actually posted to I'm having to rewrite the rest. *Tears forever.* But, onto the excerpts!
From Tandem:
Inuyasha forced himself to shut the bathroom door quietly, his hand shaking on the knob. The heightened sexual tension from the past few weeks, combined with the sight of her curled up in his bed in one of his t-shirts, was about to assassinate what little control he had left.
He released the breath he had been holding, deciding that he might take a shower to calm down.
No sooner than the thought crossed his mind, and he had to inhale.
Instantly, the scent of Kagome’s arousal slammed into him, filling his nostrils and coating the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back at the intensity, and he dropped to the tile floor, the hard surface sending a shock through his knees.
What the absolute fucking hell! The erection he'd been fighting sprang to life with a force that left him dizzy, and he cupped himself through his jeans, desperate for a little release. He whined when he realized the smell was even stronger down here. Confused, he leaned forward, trying to find the source. One clawed hand reached out to scrabble at the door to the cabinet under the sink, where the smell was strongest.
Once open, his fingers brushed up something with an odd, rubbery texture and he knew immediately it wasn't one of the bottles of cleaning products that he usually kept in that cabinet. Curiously, he pulled it out, nearly dropping it when he saw what he was holding.
A vibrator.
A fucking purple, textured vibrator.
And it was still wet.
Which explained Kagome’s nervousness; she was sitting in his bed, probably with no pants, her thighs still slick.
Normally Inuyasha would stay in here and take care of himself until he could walk out there and remain in control. But the last couple of weeks of high sexual tension that kept being interrupted had weakened him, and Kagome’s current state caused something in his mind to snap completely.
He was done.
Eyes tinged red, he stood and opened the bathroom door, leaning around the frame to get her attention.
“Sorry I didn't let you know the trip got canceled,” he said, noticing the way she held his blankets tightly to her waist.
“Oh, it’s no problem--it isn't like you can’t walk into your own home whenever you want,” she answered with a high-pitched, nervous laugh.
“Mm. I could have at least checked if you needed anything,” he continued silkily. “Dinner. Paper towels.” He stepped out of the bathroom, holding up the vibrator with a predatory grin. “Batteries.”
From across the room, he could hear her breath hitch, her eyes growing wide in mortification. Before she could panic, he was at the foot of the bed, one knee on the mattress.
“Did you finish?” He asked, eyeing the way his t-shirt stretched across her chest.
“Wha--I--” Kagome gasped out, her mind struggling to process the situation.
“Did. You. Finish?” He asked again, a light growl rippling through his voice.
Slowly, she shook her head; he didn't seem like he was mad that she had been doing that in his bathroom, and frankly, there was something about his reaction that was turning her on even more--she was desperate after putting this off for so long.
He smirked, tossing the vibrator onto the bed as he slowly crawled toward her. “Even if ya did, I don't think it lasted,” he snickered, able to smell her increased arousal. “Want me to help with that?”
From Together:
From the moment Kagome slid into the car, she had felt like this was a setup. She argued with herself, believing that there was no way calm, level-headed Sango would ever do such a thing.
Now, three hours later, she was praying that Sango's firstborn would be twins, so she could have the pleasure of buying each of them their own drum set.
"Let me guess," Inuyasha's voice came from the hallway behind her, 'There's only one bed."
"Oh, no," Kagome answered, shifting so he could see into the room. "That would be crass. We were given options."
Suspiciously, Inuyasha peered inside, before dragging his hand down his face with a groan. The 'options' were a perfectly comfortable, normal looking bed. Just big enough to fit two comfortably.
The second option was a rusted-out cot, thin, damaged mattress already pushing past the springs. The third and final option was a blow-up mattress that was maybe three inches off the floor, and looked to be sinking fast. Even from this distance, he could hear the sad, slow hiss of air, and knew that even trying to blow it back up was a lost cause.
"You know, there's plenty of room out here to bury a body," Kagome mused, not taking her eyes off the room.
"Two. Miroku is an accomplice."
"How do you know?"
"It's Miroku. Tell me how he could ever be anything other than guilty."
