#fluff week

Sam wasn’t the type of guy to put his nose where it didn’t belong. But he couldn’t stand people abandoning their partners. Or whoever they were going out with. Anything can happen, and it may as well be the last time you see them. So when his friend Asher's date stepped away to use the bathroom. 

He didn’t think much of it, but it was already past the 45-minute mark. Yeah if he needed to take a shit sure. But Sam didn’t trust it. Even if he wasn’t sitting with 2 of them anymore, he could see the look in Asher’s eyes as the time ticked away. But he couldn’t just go over there, he promised he wouldn’t get involved. 

But he couldn’t help but stare at the ticking clock. Every minute he was wasting in that bathroom was a minute he couldn’t spend with the guy he came with. The same guy who spent hours trying to convince him it’d be a great idea to go out. The same guy who went through Milo’s hounding to pick out a nice outfit. 

And now he was sitting at the bar alone. Swirling his drink, waiting for his sad excuse of a man to come back. He looked back at his whiskey; the shot glass was still full. If not a little more now thanks to the melted ice. 

He watched as the clock struck 12:50. He has been in the bathroom for 50 minutes. 50 fucking minutes. You know what? 

Fuck This. 

Downing his watered-down whiskey, he wasn’t going to get involved but he sure hell ain’t letting his friend get treated like this. Stay in the bathroom, Asher wanted to have a fun night. Whether that's with or without him, can be decided later. His drink burned as it went down. 

A little liquid courage does wonders for all parties involved after all. 

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Asher looked at the cup, all he wanted to do was hang out. Was that so fucking hard to ask for? He hadn’t even touched his beer, he didn’t even like beer. Mack brought it for himself realized it wasn’t what he wanted and decided to give it to Ash. like he was a damn garbage disposal. 

And then he disappeared to quote on quote wash his hands. For fifty minutes? He didn’t believe it. Whatever he was doing, he was taking forever. He should have just listened to Sam- when he said it wasn’t gonna be a good idea. But when has he ever listened to the medical major? No matter how helpful his advice would be. Asher looked at the cup, it was discolored now. The lime that was on the side, was now floating in the drink, and the lime seeds were in the bottom of the glass. 

As if the drink didn’t look unappetizing enough. Now it was a discolored mess- did he mention it smelt terrible? This night was just going bad. And Mack leaving him wasn’t making it better. He was excited about this. He had been waiting all week for this. Even got Sam to promise not to cause problems again. 

On the other side of the bar and a certain brown-eyed cowboy. Was glaring hard at that bathroom door. It had been an hour. Sixty fucking minutes and god knows how many seconds. Since he stepped into that mother-loving bathroom. Downing his second shot of whiskey, shivering at the burn. 

Fine. don’t come back, Sam will give Ash the fun time he wanted to have. The fun time he deserved.  

He made his way over, hoping the door opened so he could flip him off. 

‘’ this seat taken? ‘’ Sam pointed to Mack's former sit 

‘’ Technically Yes. ‘’ 

‘’ Not at all? Wonderful! ‘’ Sam took the seat- with the biggest grin on his face. 

‘’Mack gonna want his seat back ‘’ Asher looked at his roommate, he was doing this on purpose. 

‘’ He can find another seat. In fact.. ‘’ Sam pointed at a trash can. ‘’ That's a better seat for him No? ‘’  Sam finished with a smile that could rival that of the Grinch

‘’ Sam. ‘’ 

‘’ You know when Milo said your outfit was gonna be good. I didn’t think It’d be this good. ‘’ 

‘’ Sam.  ‘’ Ash could feel his eye twitch. 

‘’ You want an actual drink? That look shit looks nasty- ‘’ 

‘’ SAM. ‘’ Asher raised his voice louder than he wanted. But the music was loud enough to protect the others around them. 

‘’ you promised you wouldn’t do this. ‘’ Asher looked down at his drink. 

‘’ I promised I wouldn’t punch em in the face again. ‘’ Sam shot a sign at the bartender signaling for another drink.  ‘’ I don’t know why you invited me you know how I feel about em ‘’ 

As the drink slid across the counter, Asher intercepted it downing it in a gulp. He needed that, and Sam owed him that. 

‘’ I  wanted you two to get along ‘’ Asher said as he placed the shot glass down. 

‘’ Never gonna happen ‘’ Sam said glancing towards the bathroom door. ‘’ you know how I feel about stuff like this. ‘’ he turned his eyes back to Asher. 

Asher sighed he should have expected this. Hell, he didn’t blame him he wanted to tell him off for giving him this beer. 

‘’ you enjoyed the drink? ‘’

‘’ yeah. What do you want Samuel? ‘’ Asher turned to look him in the eye. 

‘’ you wanted to have fun.. Right? ‘’ Sam smiled. ‘’ And I wanna have some fun and when you put two and two together. You get best friends ‘’ he chuckled as he jabbed at Ash. 

‘’ Fun? Mister, I collect different color flannels as a hobby. ‘’ as much as Ash wanted to hide the small smile on his face. He was bad at doing so- 

‘’ My flannel collection doesn’t concern that of you Milo or that other little shit. ‘’ Sam sneered signalling for another drink. 

‘’ Might wanna slow down on the alcohol gramps ‘’ Asher teased as the glass slid across the countertop again. 

‘’ you realized you were born in the nineties too right? ‘’ Sam snapped back downing the burning liquor. Asher couldn’t help but chuckle, guess the gramps couldn’t handle the heat. 

‘’ I see you laughin' over there. ‘’ 

‘’ if you didn’t I’d think you’re losing your sight faster than you thought. ‘’ 

‘’ you shit. ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but break into a smile, theirs that beautiful smile again. 

‘’I think im going to wait for Mack to get back so we can Uber out together. ‘’ 

And with that sentence, his smile was gone. Sam didn’t like that. 

‘’ or we could do what we came here to do. ‘’ He wanted to get one dance in with him. Something that ass wouldn’t grant him. 

‘’ which is? ‘’ 

‘’ Dance, party, and have fun you only live once. ‘’ Sam tried to reason. ‘’ Listen if you wanna go then go. But I ain’t sayin let him ruin the entire night. He finished. 

‘’ let me guess the NiGhT iS StIlL YoUnG ‘’ Asher said mocking Sam. 

‘’ I knew you’d see it my way! ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.  ‘’ I Ain’t Sayin leave him here.. Though it’s not a bad idea.. I just want you to have some fun tonight. ‘’  Sam looked at Ash. he was thinking, he watched him turn to look at the bathroom door before turning back to Sam. 

‘’Let's see if you’re as good on the floor as you are with words cowboy ‘’ Asher said smirking. 

‘’ that a challenge ‘’ 

‘’ depends.. You up for it? ‘’ Asher sled off the barstool waiting for Sam to join him. 

‘’ Bet. ‘’ 

Samuel Collins has been in love with his best friend for the past 2 years. And one day he will tell him. For now, seeing him smile and laugh with him was good enough for him. However, Samuel doesn’t realize Asher feels the same. 

Or Asher was planning on ending things with Mack that night. For now, dancing and laughing made up for this shitty night.

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Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

TEN YEARS LATER

Inuyasha began wiping down the counters and putting away the extra ingredients after popping the lasagna in the oven. After cleaning up and washing and drying his hands, he leaned against the counter for a moment, trying to take deep calming breaths. Kagome would be home shortly and he had to explain to her how her life-long neurologist had called earlier and asked to come over to make a house visit. She wouldn’t be more specific over the phone and insisted on coming tonight to speak with them. Inuyasha sighed, not knowing how Kagome would take the news, doctors, well, ones of Dr. Kaede Kyoda’s calibur, never made house calls for nothing short of something life-changing. 

Deciding that keeping busy was the best thing he could do at the moment, he set to clearing off the dining room table. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the amount of wedding and bridal magazines that littered the surface; but when he found the wedding outline binder buried underneath he smiled. He recalled how Kagome had burst into sobs when he had gone down on one knee at the top of that hill near their childhood homes. He had hardly been able to get the question out before she had thrown her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly that he would swear she had some youkai in her genes. The amount of tears had made him so uneasy that he had to question her if they were happy tears or not. Her response had been to slap him in the arm and declare that, of course, they were happy tears, she had just gotten nervous that he was never going to ask. It was true that he had waited far longer than anyone was expecting but he had wanted to wait until he had finished his DPT program before going down on his knee and promising to always be able to provide for her. 

He tried to make organized stacks of all the wedding paraphernalia at one end of the table. With the wedding only six months away, he was glad that Kagome had given almost free reign over the plans to their mothers. They had been all too eager and elated to step in and take the reins. With the amount of extra hours Kagome had been picking up at the publishing house lately, he was glad that she had ceded control. He was worried that she was overstressing and overworking herself, but she refused to back down from the extra work. So he did what he could to make sure there was nothing she felt the need to do when she got home, and always offered her a massage or a PT session with him when she came home from work. 

When he heard the door open, he made his way towards it. He found Kagome kicking off her shoes while trying to remove her bag from around her head, causing the strap to get caught in her hair. She let out a frustrated huff before turning sad eyes towards him, he had the urge to chuckle but held it back so as to not upset her further. Jumping in, he untangled her from her bag and placed it on the entry table. When he turned back to her, he gathered her in his arms and held her tightly. Letting his face drop down to the side of her neck, he breathed in her scent, the warm spicy scent of her calmed his frayed nerves. Being apart from her all day while they were still unbonded was almost torturous some days. But they had both agreed to wait to officially bond until their wedding night; six months couldn’t pass quick enough.

“Rough day?” Kagome asked as she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair.

He nodded, drawing in another deep breath of her scent before pulling back and giving her a peck on the lips.

She smiled sweetly at him before making her way out of the entryway and toward the bedroom. He followed her into their room as she began rifling through the drawers and pulling out sweats and a tank top. He settled onto the edge of the bed admiring her lovely form as she began to strip down.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned as she leaned against the dresser for balance, tucking one leg into the sweats.

“Dr. Kyoda called.”

Kagome looked up at him quizzically as she pulled the sweats up into place around her hips. “What for? I’m not scheduled to see her for another few months.”

“She’s coming over to speak to us… tonight.”

“Why?” Kagome pulled the tank top down over her head, her bun getting trapped in the thin straps. “Ugh.”

Inuyasha jumped in to help again, releasing the strap from the confines of her hair. “You’re always getting things stuck in your hair, Kagome.”

She pulled the top down into place before sticking her tongue at him. “I know, I know. I’m a klutz. Now, why is Dr. Kyoda coming? Why is she coming here?”

Inuyasha shrugged as he brushed a few tendrils of hair away from her face. “I dunno, I asked what it was about but she wouldn’t go into anything over the phone.”

Kagome sighed as she placed her arm back into her crutch and went back to the living room, sitting in her designated spot on the couch, her crutch leaning against the armrest. Laying her head back against the couch, she closed her eyes. 

“When is she supposed to be coming?”

Inuyasha took a seat on the coffee table across from her, he took one of her feet from the floor and placed it in his lap. He began rubbing circles into her heel as he responded to her question. 

“Soon, I think. Before the food is even out, or as it’s coming out of the oven, I would suspect.”

“Mmmm. That feels nice. Wanna tell me about your day?”

By the time Inuyasha had finished telling Kagome about his day and had thoroughly rubbed both feet and her damaged thigh, the oven timer was beeping and Kagome was beginning to doze off. Inuyasha was pulling the pan from the oven when there was a knock at the door. 

“I’ll get it, sweetie.” Kagome called to him from the living room. 

When Inuyasha made it back into the living room, Dr. Kyoda was settling herself into the armchair and Kagome was taking her place back on the couch. 

Striding over to the armchair, he offered his hand. “Dr. Kyoda, good to see you.” He gave her a sidelong look. “I hope.”

The doctor chuckled as she took his hand in a brief but firm shake. “And you, Inuyasha. I believe my visit will not be unpleasant.”

“Good.” Inuyasha took a spot next to Kagome, throwing an arm across the back of the couch, capturing a few strands of Kagome’s hair to rub between his fingers rhythmically. 

Inuyasha took a moment to study the doctor, Kagome only had annual appointments with her, just routine checkup to make sure Kagome wasn’t digressing in any way. Dr. Kaede Kyoda was a short woman, much below average, but Inuyasha suspected that she would’ve been closer to the average in her prime. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, now completely grey, Inuyasha could still remember back when her hair was a lovely raven color, with some strands of grey peppered in. The blue scrubs she wore were pulled a little tight around her stout form; she had always chosen to wear those over a more ‘professional’ outfit that was more commonly seen amongst the more well-known specialists; especially now that the good doctor spent more of her time sitting at her desk than seeing new patients. Inuyasha suspected that Dr. Kyoda was only refraining from retiring for Kagome’s sake, the doctor had known her since Kagome was a little girl, meeting her only a year after her accident. He knew that she saw Kagome as somewhat of an adopted daughter or granddaughter, not having any children of her own. 

“So.” Kaede folded her hands together in her lap. “How have things been for you lately, Kagome? How has the therapy been going?” The second question was directed towards Inuyasha.

Kagome looked to him, indirectly asking him to take the lead with the conversation. 

“No changes really. Therapy has been going well, we still do a regular session together once a week, sometimes a couple times if she’s feeling more sore or wearing herself out.” Inuyasha gave Kagome a pointed look, letting her know once again that he did not like her working all the extra hours. “She’s been working more lately so that has been more of the norm lately.”

Kaede nodded, looking to Kagome. “Anything to add? Everything seems about the same? No new symptoms or complaints?”

Kagome shook her head. “Nope. All normal, well, normal for me. Nothing worse, nothing better.”

“Good. Now, I’ll make this brief, as I can smell you two have dinner waiting and I would like to get home and rest these old bones.” She paused briefly. “There have been some developments. It’s been a decade in the making, and we are finally seeing results, but there have been studies and tests conducted. We’ve been studying youkai genes more closely, trying to find ways to manipulate the healing properties of their cells.” She waved her hand in the air, dismissively. “Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that there is a new semi-experimental surgery that I would like you to partake in. There have been several successes, and I believe the chances are high that we could get you walking without that.” She pointed towards Kagome’s crutch. 

Inuyasha and Kagome sat stunned, both wide eyed and shocked. Kagome recovered first. 

“So, you’re saying, there’s a surgery that could fix my leg?”

“I’m saying there is a surgery that has a high probability of fixing your leg, or at least getting you off the crutch and just wearing a brace on your bad days.”

Kagome sucked in a sharp excited breath, rotating in her seat to face Inuyasha with hopeful eyes. 

Clenching his jaw he looked away from her optimistic look and eager eyes. He studied the doctor for a moment. 

“And what are the risks?”

“The chances of something going wrong are minimal.”

“What are the risks?” He asked again through clenched teeth. Squeezing Kagome’s hand tightly when she grasped his out of his lap.

“Well, best case scenario is like I said, no more crutch and a likelihood of having to use a brace on more stressful long days. Worst case, she loses the ability to use the leg at all. And there’s always the possibility that it doesn’t work at all, and she’ll be right back to where she is now, just needing to recover from having the surgery done.”

Before Inuyasha could snap another reply, Kagome spoke.

“And what’s the recovery time like, should the surgery work?”

“Well that would depend. It varies person to person, their own personal recovery speed, how extensive the original injury was, and so forth. But I would say, after you heal from the surgery incision, which would only be about a week from now, you’d be looking at probably three months of healing, then about two months of heavy rehabilitation to retrain your leg. Which you could do here at home, with Inuyasha.”

Kagome was grinning even though Inuyasha knew that she could feel the disapproval radiating off of him. 

“Well.” Kaede stood from her seat. “I think I will take my leave, let you two discuss your options. Kagome, I’ve set aside an OR slot for you next week, please call me by the end of tomorrow and let me know your decision.”

Kagome nodded as Inuyasha rose, escorting Kaede to the door. 

“Inuyasha,” Kaede spoke quietly as he opened the door for her, “I can tell that you’re displeased by this. And I can understand that your protective instincts are screaming at you that this is too dangerous. But, trust me when I say that there is only a slim chance that something would go wrong, I believe this would be the right decision.”

Inuyasha couldn’t stop the glare and the slight growl rumbling up from his chest. “Any chance, no matter how miniscule is too great when it comes to Kagome. If I have my way, she will not be on the operating table.” He cut off the growl, before taking a deep breath. “Thank you for stopping by, doctor.”

“Good night, Inuyasha. Try not to be too… aggressive when you speak with her.” With that she was gone.

Inuyasha closed the door and leaned his forehead against it. He took in a shuddering breath as he made his way back into the living room. He was pinching the bridge of his nose as he entered.

“Look, Kagome, I know you think this is a good idea-”

“I think it’s fantastic!” 

“But I think it’s too dangerous.” He continued.

“Come sit, please.” She patted the seat next to her. When he sat she spoke again. “I think it’s great, and I want to do it.”

He took her hand and closed his eyes. “I know you do, sweetling. But surgery is dangerous enough on its own, let alone a new experimental surgery.”

“Inuyasha, it’s on my leg, not my heart. If something goes wrong, I’m not going to die-”

Inuyasha’s hand tightened on hers and he released a warning growl as his eyes flew open to glare at her. His instincts flaring up again at even the mention of her dying, he wanted to gather her up, take her away and hide her in a cave to keep her safe.

“The worst that could happen, wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Not that bad? You could end up in a wheelchair, Kagome.”

“Yes, but Dr. Kyoda said the chances of that are really low.”

“Kagome.” He groaned. “Things the way they are now aren’t so bad are they? You don’t hurt that often and things aren’t terrible...right? Am I wrong, are things horrible for you?” He sounded unsure of himself now.

“Noooo…” Kagome started. “You’re right, things aren’t horrible.”

“Then why? Give me a good reason and I’ll really try to tamp down the urge to hide you away and understand.”

“I’ve been lying to you!” Kagome blurted before gasping and covering her mouth with her hand.

Inuyasha stared at her. “What?” It was a choked whisper.

She dropped her hand into her lap as tears welled in her eyes, she looked down in shame. “I’ve been lying, I haven’t been working late.” At Inuyasha’s silence she continued. “I’ve been going to extra PT sessions.”

Inuyasha placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face him, as the tears rolled down her cheeks, he swiped them away with his thumb. “Why, sweetling? If something was wrong you should’ve come to me, I could’ve helped you. Hell, the whole reason I’m in this career is for you.”

“I know.” She whispered, sniffling. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Inuyasha raised a brow at her statement.

“I’ve been going to extra sessions because I want to be able to walk down the aisle without my crutch at the wedding.”

Inuyasha stroked her cheek affectionately. “I can understand that. But why do you need the surgery, Kagome?”

“Because.” She sniffed again and tried to glance away but Inuyasha’s hand tightened in her chin. “Because I’ve never been embarrassed of my limp, and you’ve always helped me feel normal. When people used to make fun of me in school or even now when I hear people whispering behind my back, that’s ok too.” She wiped at the tears that were flowing again. “But I’ve seen the looks you get when we’re out together. They look at you with pity and sadness, and I know they’re thinking, ‘why would he be with someone like that?’” 

Inuyasha wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her face into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Kagome.” He sighed. “I know that people do that, I see it, I can hear all those whispers. All those terrible things they say, in mockery or pity. I’ll admit that it makes me angry on your behalf; you’re an amazing, wonderful, beautiful person. But I just ignore it all, what they say or think doesn’t matter. I’m happy with you, I love you; you’re my everything, my soulmate.” He brushed a hand over her hair and down her back. “But Kagome, you do realize that you’re in that position, too. You don’t think I don’t see, hear, and know that people look at you with pity? And not because of your disability, but because you’re walking around, associating with a hanyou. They think you deserve better than that, than me. I know that you’re too good for me.”

Kagome scoffed as she turned to lean her side against him, taking his free hand in hers and toying with his fingers. 

“You are. But I am too selfish, I’m keeping you. I would give anything to stay by your side, to be the one that gets to protect you, provide for you, be the one you come to for advice, support and comfort. I love you so much, Kagome. You don’t have to feel like you need to go through with this surgery for me.”

Kagome turned her face up to him. “And what if it was for me?”

Inuyasha placed a kiss on her forehead and gave her a defeated smile. “Then I won’t try to stop you. I’ll be there every step of the way, and afterwards I’ll be there for you to lean on.” 

Kagome beamed. “Thank you.” She whispered, leaning up to kiss him. They shared a lingering kiss as he cradled her face, when he pulled away she spoke again. “I love you.”

She was rewarded with one of Inuyasha’s genuine smiles, the one he reserved just for you. “I love you too, sweetling. Now, let’s go eat before the food gets cold.”

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The following week Inuyasha sat beside Kagome’s hospital bed as they waited for the prep nurses. Dr. Kyoda and the neurosurgeon had already been in to speak with them, going over the prep process, the surgery, and discussed that they would be back afterwards to check up on her and go over the initial recovery procedure. 

Kagome turned her head to take in Inuyasha, with how distraught and worried he looked, one would think he was the one about to go into surgery. He had run his claws through his hair so often in the past hour that it was now beginning to frizz up slightly on one side. She reached out a hand to him, and he took it eagerly. 

“Inuyasha.” She said gently. “It’s going to be ok, there’s no need to fret. I’ll be back out in a few hours and you’ll see that everything is just fine.”

He kept his eyes glued to their interlocked fingers, squeezing tightly. 

“I know, I can’t help but worry though.” 

“I know. Would it make you feel any better if you crawled up here with me and cuddled until they come for me?”

He nodded as he released her hand and shuffled in beside her in the cramped bed, he draped a leg across her good one and wrapped his arms tightly around her, clinging like a vine. He kept his face buried in her hair, breathing in her scent as he whispered words of love into her ear. 

When the nurses came to take her away sometime later, Kagome was afraid that Inuyasha was going to have a panic attack but he managed to pull himself together enough to give her a firm kiss and tell her that he loved her. 

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When Dr. Kyoda and the neurosurgeon had come to let everyone know that Kagome was out of her surgery and was doing well, Inuyasha was surrounded by Kagome’s mother and his parents. When they told them that only one person was allowed to stay with her until visiting hours started the following day, everyone had given Inuyasha a hug and let him know that they would be back in the morning. 

Inuyasha had practically sprinted to Kagome’s recovery room, to find her still soundly out, the machines beeping quietly around her. Her face was relaxed and she looked as if she was in a serene dream. Inuyasha dragged the chair over to her beside and took her hand where it lay resting on the bed. He bowed over their clasped hands and wept in relief. The smell of antiseptic and the bitter smell of the morphine drip tickled the back of Inuyasha’s nose and he turned her hand over, sniffing at the inside of her wrist, seeking her familiar scent. 

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, bent over her, with silent tears rolling down his cheeks before he felt a hand gently stroke across his hair. Jerking his head up, he met the hazy eyes of an exhausted Kagome. 

“Don’t cry.” She croaked before clearing her throat. “I told you everything would be ok.”

He stood and placed a light kiss on her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” She breathed out.

He tucked her hair behind her ear, before proceeding to run his fingers through the strands, not seeming to be able to stop touching her. 

“You’ll be able to go back to sleep soon, sweetling. We just have to wait for the doctors to come and see you first.”

Kagome nodded. “How’s it look anyways?” 

Her voice was slightly slurred and Inuyasha imagined that with the anesthesia wearing off and the effects of the morphine flowing through her, it was hard to form coherent thoughts. 

Chuckling, he indulged her. “Let’s take a little peak shall we?” He stepped a little further down and lifted the blanket that was draped across her lap. 

Her thigh was wrapped in bandages and Inuyasha couldn’t see anything else. Tenderly he ran his fingers down the length of her thigh. When she jumped and sucked in a sharp breath, Inuyasha froze, his eyes flying up to hers. 

“I-I felt...that?” She sounded unsure. 

His brain stuttered to register what she had said. “What?”

“Think I felt that.”

He turned back to her leg, staring at it wide-eyed before once again running his fingers across the bandage. Kagome whimpered. 

“You… can feel that? Does it hurt?”

Kagome shook her head. “Tender but… it feels… strange, tingles almost I think.”

Reverently he placed his hand on her knee. “You can feel something other than pain in your leg?” He whispered in awe. 

Kagome reached her hand out to him and he lowered the blanket back into place and took it. She had tears in her eyes as he kissed her, pulling away he leaned to the other side of the bed and pressed the nurse call button. 

A nurse popped her head in and Inuyasha asked her to fetch the doctor and let them know that Kagome was awake. 

Dr. Kyoda strolled through the open doorway about ten minutes later, followed closely by the neurosurgeon that Inuyasha could never remember the name of. Kaede picked up Kagome’s chart, looking over the machines and marking things inside. Closing the chart but keeping it in her hands she turned her attention to Kagome. 

“I’m glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling? Sluggish and tired I imagine but anything else more… unusual? Any extreme discomforts or anything to be alarmed about?”

“No, extremely tired but I felt something in my leg. When Inuyasha touched it...it tingled?”

Kaede gave her an affectionate smile. “That’s a very good sign, Kagome. Get some rest, page the nurse if you need anything and I’ll be back for rounds in the morning to check on you.”

The neurosurgeon asked a few brief followup questions before letting Kagome know to speak with Dr. Kyoda if any issues arose. They closed the door behind them as they left and Inuyasha turned back to Kagome. 

“I love you so much.”

Kagome scooted over in the bed, glad that her IV was on the same side as her damaged leg. Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her after kicking off his shoes and joining her in the bed. 

“I love you too, Inuyasha. Told you everything would work out.” She closed her eyes on a sigh and fell into sleep.