Text Message by Lee

Text Message - No Regrets

Text Message

Her phone vibrated in her purse and she glanced at her husband sitting next to her on the couch.

"Inuyasha, can you please pass me my purse?"

He looked up at her, his slurping stopping as the ramen dangled from his lips. She rolled her eyes and stood, reaching over him to grab her purse. He made a noncommittal noise and fixed his gaze back on the television.

"Who's calling you?" He grumbled between slurps of his ramen.

She grabbed her phone just as it stopped vibrating. "It's not a call... it's a text."

Inuyasha swung his feet onto the spot where she was previously sitting.

Kagome glared at him but he just shrugged. She opened it and gasped at the message.

"The place where I used to work got closed down today..." A tinge of sadness struck her features and Inuyasha looked up at her.

"So?"

She again gave him an angry glare. "I loved that place... there were so many great memories there... and the people were cool."

Inuyasha frowned at her as he recalled her last job. "You worked with a bunch of guys... and him."

She smirked. "He is not the man I married."

Inuyasha stood as he finished his ramen, empty bowl in hand. He stepped past her and into the kitchen. "Well you were the one who told me you had dreams about him..."

She sighed. Why did he always bring up the past between them? "It was like two years ago!!! And it was a dream. I have no control over my dreams!" She couldn't even recall how many times he told her that he'd dreamt of other women. There were just too many instances. His stupid double standard was always a major turnoff.

"Fine! So who sent you the message?"

Kagome blushed and brought the phone to her eyes. "He did..."

Inuyasha growled but didn't say anything else as he came from the kitchen, another bowl of ramen in his hands. He sat on the couch again and started to slurp noisily as he turned up the volume. She sighed and replied to message, drifting slowly to the bedroom to leave Inuyasha eating on their couch.

-What's happening to everyone who worked there?-

She pressed the numbers quickly and easily, having been an expert at text messages for a long time now. She had been married to Inuyasha for almost a year now. They'd been together for ages though. Even such, she still couldn't help the feeling of excitement course through her when she'd received the text.

She'd had a lot more fun at her old job than she'd cared to admit to Inuyasha and just talking with this man stirred up some erotic memories.

Her phone lit up at another incoming text.

~Everyone lost their jobs except the higher ranked positions. I'm being transferred to a new location. Actually, I will be in your area for a night. ~

Kagome's breath hitched in her throat, but she typed in a quick response. She failed to comprehend the last statement he'd written, clearly being shocked with what happened to all the workers.

-I can't believe the boss did that. We had such fun times there.-

Kagome shifted and lay back on her mattress, positioning the pillows behind her so she could sit up comfortably while text messaging her old friend.

~A miko will never again arch her back in the coffee room. ~

Kagome giggled slightly, covering her mouth to stifle it so the hanyou in the other room would not hear.

-No more ass displays in the break room.-

She was becoming bolder with every text. She would have to be careful with her husband and delete these messages before he would find them.

~The worst part about that experience was having to just sit there and watch. ~

Kagome felt a shiver run through her body at the memory.

*"Show me and I'll give these back to you."

Kagome blushed as she held her uniform against her lower half. "Why do you want to see my ass?"

Kouga stuck his head in the coffee room as he watched the two in the dark. "Kagome, will you just show him so we can lock up the store and go home?"

Kagome's blush intensified and she felt her ears go hot. His amber gaze was fixed on her and she slowly dropped her uniform to the floor and turned around. The thong she wore left nothing to the imagination and she heard his husky voice from behind her.

"Now arch your back."

She did as she was told and heard the sound of a groan emanate from the figure sitting in the chair behind her. It caused a tremor to wrack her frame and she stifled a moan of her own as images of her dream came unbidden to the surface of her mind.

Another voice startled her, "Damn... your husband gets to come home to that every night?"

She turned around and sunk to the ground, grabbing her clothing in the process, "KOUGA!!! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE!!!"

She flashed an angry glare at the demon seated before her but he just shrugged as he tossed her the jeans she wanted to wear in her direction.*

Kagome blushed and typed back a response.

-I never said you couldn't touch...-

The phone vibrated moments after she sent her last text. This was a lot more fun than listening to her husband slurping ramen. It's not that she didn't love him, he just didn't seem to want her anymore. They hardly had sex and when they did it was very unsatisfying and it always left her yearning for more... not that he would ever oblige her either. He seemed to not even want to touch her intimately unless there was something in it for him.

What was worse was that when she wanted to buy a toy for herself, he'd found out and called her a whore. She'd stopped looking for one after that.

~I would have if had I known I could. You were breathtaking. I almost lost control. ~

Kagome suppressed a moan and rubbed her thighs together. All this talk was not doing anything to soothe her frayed nerves. She hadn't had good sex since before she got married.

-How do you think I felt? Your dream could have been acted out that night.-

She smirked as she recalled a conversation they'd shared while they worked together. He had started working there shortly after she did and she always found him attractive but things never really came to light until she had her first sexual dream about him. She had been shy about it but decided to tell him and later found out that he had discussed with Kouga about a dream that he also had... a sexual dream he had about her. Which, surprisingly, he'd had before she had hers.

They discussed their dreams together, casually. It wasn't as if they had anything to worry about anyway, right? She was married and he was honorable. He wouldn't do anything except tease her unless she asked for it.

Her phone lit up, the vibration not going off because she'd left it open. She eagerly read the message.

~I had that dream more often than you know. It intensified after I saw you in the back room. Even more so when you told me you would have fucked me if you weren't married. ~

Oh, so he was talking dirty now. Two could play that game. If he wanted to seduce her, she'd play his game. It was just innocent talk anyway. It wasn't as if they were ever going to see each other again.

-I would have either way... I still want to.-

~I wanted to. ~

-I'm sure you already know this, but married women are the best lovers. We fuck with unbridled passion.-

~We probably should have. In the coffee room. ~

Kagome shook her head at his response. She could almost see his smirk and that elegantly arched eyebrow raising into his hairline. It was so like him, she had to keep from laughing out loud.

~I could have bent you over in the break room or the coffee room. We closed together quite often. It would have been simple. ~

-How was I supposed to know what you wanted?-

~I was available. It was not as if I never asked you to touch me.~

-But there were always people around us.-

~And? You should have done it if that is what you wanted. You would have aroused me.~

This time she couldn't keep the moan from escaping her lips. She heard the tell tale sign of her husband approaching their bedroom, half of her hoping that he'd heard her and wanted to do her. But all he did was glare at her.

"If you're going to do that could you at least close the door! I don't want to hear you! I'm trying to watch TV!"

The hanyou closed the door on her, leaving her hurt and alone in the room. She angrily picked up her phone and typed back a response.

-There was that one time I got my phone from in your pants. So I did get really close, I even brushed my hand up against it.-

~Ah, yes. I do recall that day. It is a shame that I never did get to touch you in kind. ~

Kagome let her head fall back on her pillows as her body started to heat up. She refrained from touching herself though. Her husband would hear her and that would not be nice if he came in and found out who she was talking to, especially with what they were talking about.

-I wish you had touched me... Fuck! All this talk is frustrating me.-

~I would not use the word frustrate. But I know what you feel, miko. It would have been remarkable to see that back arched from behind while fucking you. ~

Kagome bit her lip. Why didn't her husband make her feel like this?

-Mmm. That would have felt so fucking good.-

~Indeed, it would. ~

-How would you have done me, hard and fast, or slow and steady? -

~Unfortunately, I would not have been able to control myself. It would have been brutally hard and fast. I would perhaps have hurt you. ~

-Maybe, but I like a little violence... It's exactly how I like it.-

~You would have gotten it. ~

Kagome closed her phone and stood up from her bed. Sticking it in her pocket, she quickly dressed and grabbed the car keys off the nightstand. Walking out to the living room, she noticed that Inuyasha had fallen asleep. His ears twitched in her direction as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the door.

"Oi, bitch! Where you going at this time of night?"

Kagome rolled her eyes and fished for her pack of cigarettes in her purse. "What do you care? You don't even want to sleep in the same room as me anymore, obviously."

Inuyasha sat up on the couch. "Feh! Just tell me where the fuck you're going?"

Kagome cringed at his harsh words to her. There wasn't anything sexual about this man anymore. He was just mean nowadays. Maybe it was because her cousin Kikyou had just recently died. Not that it mattered, she didn't have anything to do with that. It wasn't her fault the girl had cancer. She sighed and her shoulders drooped.

"I'm staying at my mother's tonight. And don't you dare call me or I'll stay there for the rest of the week."

He cringed. It was only Monday. He didn't want to do everything for himself for the rest of the week so he stayed quiet and turned back toward the television. "Feh!"

She left and walked to her car, lighting her cigarette in the process. Once inside her vehicle, she flipped open her phone.

-Do you think we would have regretted it afterwards?-

She changed her setting and set her phone to ring instead of vibrate as she started the car. She drove to her mother's as she waited for his response. It didn't take long until she pulled into the driveway, noting the emptiness of the house. She flicked her cigarette and unlocked the door to the house. It was empty and Kagome locked the door behind her, making her way up to her old room.

Her phone rang and she grabbed it quickly silencing the high pitch keening it gave off.

~Regret... Never... not unless you did. I wanted you.~

Kagome groaned and looked under her bed for a box. She knew what she was looking for had to be there. She carelessly threw items on her bedroom floor as she searched for it. Finally she smirked as her hands grasped the cylindrical object. It was still brand new as she'd never had the nerve to use it. He'd given it to her after he first heard of the problems she was having with Inuyasha. It started when Kikyou first got sick. That was almost a year ago near when they got married. She'd never used the damn thing.

She opened her phone and went to her contacts menu, searching for his name. She found it and quickly highlighted it. Should she call him? She really wanted to hear his voice and maybe they could both get off with some kinky phone sex... she held up her 'gift' from him.

She pressed talk and brought the phone to her ear, cradling it between her shoulder and her head as she tore the packaging open on the gift. She giggled as she realized what it was. She already had an idea but the wrapping kept it a secret... a vibrating dildo, just what she was looking for!

The ringing continued until it went to his voicemail. She sighed and hung up, not bothering to leave a message. She knew he was there, so what was the deal. She closed her eyes as she lay on her bed. Her body was still tortuously hot and she still had that gift...

Her phone sang its screeching melody just as her hand was coming up under her blouse. She sighed in frustration and grabbed the cell phone.

~You called? ~

She stared at the phone incredulously. Why didn't he pick up? She decided to bait him.

-My fingers were busy.-

Her phone sung its happy tune again and she read his message. She smirked as a thought flashed through her mind: Hook, line and sinker.

~We should have fucked so hard. ~

Kagome smirked as she called him again and again it went to voicemail. She frowned as she started to type a message.

-Shy now?-

She waited a few minutes. No response. She growled and lay back on her bed. If he was just going to tease her that was fine. She did everything for herself anyway, she didn't need his help to get off; she just wanted to try something different.

Her hand started to creep up her body and she shut her eyes closed tightly as her fingers played with her hardened nipples through her shirt... and then her phone rang.

She growled as she sat up, thinking it was another text but her eyes widened as she saw her phone.

Incoming call.

She opened her phone and brought it to her ear, her nerves wracking her body.

"Hello..."

The voice on the other end of the line was quiet for a moment and she heard an audible breath through the receiver. Her body shuddered as she waited for his response.

"I'm in town... Just for tonight."

Kagome closed her eyes as another wave of pleasure shot through her body at the sound of his voice. She didn't get to respond as he started to talk again.

"I'm staying at the Holiday Inn Express on the edge of town, room 243. No regrets, miko."

There was silence and it took a moment for Kagome to realize that he'd hung up the phone. She looked at the ring on her finger, her brows knit together in worry. She fingered the gold and slipped it off, noting the indent that remained. And then she was angry. She set the jewel on her desk and walked downstairs, purse in hand. Her husband had never even gotten her a ring!!! She was the one who bought it to begin with.

She slid into her car and started the engine, her hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual. She was really going to do this?

She put the car in reverse and stepped on the gas. Shewas really going to do this. Driving out of the garage, she placed the car in drive and sped off in the direction of the Holiday Inn Express.

She pulled into the parking lot shortly thereafter. It was not that much of a drive to get to the edge of town from where her mother lived. She hesitated in the car as she placed her keys in her purse.

No regrets.

She stepped out into the crisp night air and walked into the hotel. The gentleman at the front desk smiled at her and she returned the gesture, walking up to the counter.

"Good evening, miss. Do you need a room for the night?"

Kagome shook her head and she looked around the lobby. "I need to get to room... um..." Shit!!! She forgot the number to the room. She looked up at the gentleman at the counter and faltered. "Um, I'm looking for someone who should be staying here. I forgot hi-- their room number..."

The man at the counter did not miss her mistake and smiled at her. "I'm sorry miss, but we are not allowed to give out any information of the guests that are staying here."

Kagome frowned. "Well, he is a tall man with white hair. Has a very condescending manner and he's only staying here for one night."

The man sighed. With all the demons running around the hotel, there were many who could fit the description. "Miss, this is the Holiday Inn Express. Many people stay here for only one night and there are many demons who stay here as well. But if you have a name..."

"Well..." She dug in her purse for her identification card. She handed it to the man. "It's my husband who's staying here. I would just like an extra key to the room if you could please." She mentally gave herself a high five for her quick thinking. Being her brother-in-law, he had the same last name as her.

The man glanced at her finger, noting the lack of a ring. She caught his look and lifted her hand. "We had a bad fight tonight and I threw the ring at him... I'm just coming to make up."

The man smiled and nodded at her, looking up the last name on the computer.

"Taisho, Sesshoumaru... This must be him. Room 243." He made a duplicate of the card key and handed it to her. "Good luck Miss."

She smiled and turned down the hall where he told her the elevators were. The small ding signaled its arrival and she stepped inside, very aware of the amount of clothing she had on. She slipped off her jacket and scarf, draping them over her arm as another ding sounded. She stepped off the elevator and looked for the room.

"Two-forty-three... two-forty-three... two... ah, here it is." She stood in front of the door a small amount of nervousness coming from her. She still had time, she could turn back. She could erase the text messages and pretend this whole thing never happened. She could fix her marriage... She faltered. Her marriage... she really did love Inuyasha and she knew that he loved her. Her shoulders drooped as she stood in front of the door, fingering that card key in her hand. What was happening in their marriage for her to come and do something like this?

Was sex really that big of a deal?

She sighed and turned from the door. Her phone rang in the hall and she quickly grabbed it, hoping to god that no one had heard the ring.

~Do you need me to open the door for you or are you going to come in yourself? ~

She lifted her head to the door, noting the peephole. She smirked and closed her phone. She was really going to do this. She turned toward the door and placed the card in the slot. "No regrets..." The breathy whisper escaped her lips as the light on the door turned green and she turned the handle. And inside she went.

The door closed with a soft click behind her and she saw that the room was dark. It was very dark. She could hear her own breathing a she stepped forward. She placed her coat and scarf on the nearest chair, her purse on the small table. She stepped out of her shoes, now highly aware that she'd never put on socks. The hard wood floor was cool against her toes. She could feel everything and it bothered her. The clothes against her skin felt too constricting. The tie in her hair was too tight. The air in the room was too stuffy.

And then he was there. A startled gasp left her lips as she caught sight of him. He wore jeans, like he always did. His hair was down, like it always was. And there was a look in his eyes... that had never been there before. And then she was walking towards him, her feet carrying her soundlessly across the room. And she could feel the heat that radiated off of him.

"I thought you would shy away, as usual... what made you change your mind, Kagome?"

The way he said her name caused a shiver to run down her spine and she looked up at him, his eyes so familiar to another pair and yet so different.

"Just shut up and touch me."

He didn't waste any time. Her shirt and bra were quickly pulled up and over her head and she was pressed roughly against the wall in the small hotel room. He was pressed up against her and she could feel a constricted bulge against his jeans. He wanted this as much as she did. His lips moved over her pulse and she felt his fingers unzip her jeans.

She was flipped around mercilessly and her jeans were pulled down. Her body was pressed flushed up against the wall before she was again pulled away, her upper body landing down on the bed.

She stepped out of her jeans as she felt him come up behind her.

He pulled her hair free of its tie and it fell loosely around her in waves.

She heard another zip and turned back to look at him. He pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees on the bed, ass displayed before him.

She was still wearing that thong. His eyes flashed red and he moved behind her, his hands working their way up and in from the backs of her knees.

The ache intensified and she shifted her body towards his fingertips that were just shy of where they needed to be. His claws sliced through thin material and the so called underwear she had worn slid carelessly beneath her. She shuddered as the chill air hit her flesh.

"Now arch your back."

She recalled the familiar words and did as he asked her. He groaned at the sight of her. His hands found their way to her hips, his claws pressing into the skin but not hard enough to break it. He positioned himself at her entrance, leaning slightly over her.

"No regrets?"

She felt his breath tickle her ear as his head teased her entrance. She moaned and rolled her hips back.

She stiffened slightly as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth. "Fuck..." She whispered as he started to slide within her.

He started slow as she moved with him, slightly wincing as he moved deeper within her still. Only after he heard a low moan escape her did his movements increase in speed.

They both breathed harshly, the quick and forceful sounds of flesh slapping flesh seeming to roar in the otherwise quiet room. They didn't stop, and she found herself clutching the comforter, teeth biting into her lower lip as she tried to keep herself from losing control. The longer she held out, the better it would feel. But this was not Inuyasha and she soon found herself crying out softly as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She could feel her body grip his length so tightly that it was hard for him to move within her but he didn't stop and it prolonged her pleasure further than she'd ever felt ever before.

She heard him groan as his movements became more forceful, less fluid and jerkier. He was extremely brutal, his hands even came into her hair and pulled, making her arch even more for him. It was erotica that she'd never experienced before and she took pleasure in everything he taught her body. She felt a tremor wrack her frame and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer. Spots of white danced before her eyes.

His hands traced her waist until he cupped her, his finger tapping sharply at her nub.

She gasped, her own back arching further at the new sensation. Both stimuli had her panting, soft cried echoing in the room. Sweat rolled down her spine and the muscles in her legs stiffened, her stomach muscles contracting as something deep within her started to coil. One of her hands stopped clutching at the sheets and she reached for his knee, her grip tight on his flesh as the other held her steady before him.

And then she went rigid, her eyes shut tightly as lights danced and burst before her closed lids. Her mouth parted in a silent cry and then she felt him tense behind her, her grip on him too strong, too tight to allow him further passage within her. A feral growl ripped through the room as he too went rigid.

And then the feeling dulled to a comfortable pulse through her. Her arm gave out and she collapsed on the bed before her, her breathing heavy as her muscled twitched in spasms of orgasmic bliss. She felt him on the bed behind her, his breathing also harsh and ragged. A delightful purr resonated in the room and she briefly entertained the thought that it was actually coming from him.

She yawned, the toll of their actions laying heavy on her and she happily gave way to sleep her exhaustion away. She never felt the man curl up behind her and she never felt the way he placed the blanket over the both of them to keep away the chill. She never felt the kiss he placed on her shoulder. She never felt his arms that wrapped around her. And she never saw the smirk that graced his lips as he too gave in to exhaustion.

...

She woke up early the next morning. She was still lying naked in the hotel room on its deliciously comfortable bed. She yawned and stretched, looking around in the process. Light streamed slightly through the closed curtains and she made out the room more clearly. She could hear the shower going in the bathroom and sat up.

That wonderful sore feeling that she hadn't felt in such a long time crept up on her as she stood. She felt more relaxed than she had in years. She quietly dressed and gathered her things. She left the extra key on the table, a place she knew he'd find it and quickly left the room. She fished in her purse trying to look for her cigarettes but came up empty handed. She frowned as she walked out of the hotel and slid into her car. She thought it strange that her pack was gone. She shrugged and started the engine. She drove to her mother's.

When she arrived, the house was still quiet and she figured that they must have stayed at a relative's house for the night. She showered and found some of her old clothes to wear. The others she'd been wearing definitely needed a good washing.

After she loaded the clothes into the washer she went up to the kitchen. Her purse was lying on the counter where she'd left it. She sighed and looked into the fridge.

A high-pitch keening noise startled her and she bumped her head in the fridge. Scowling, she dug in her purse for her phone. She opened it up and smirked.

Incoming text.

~I took your cigarettes. It is a destructive habit... Did you get what you wanted? ~

She smiled and typed in her response.

-Don't worry about the cigarettes. I'm probably going to quit anyhow... Last night was incredible. I got more than I bargained for... how about you?-

~Indeed. You were correct about married women. They do fuck with unbridled passion. ~

She laughed lightly at the comment as another message appeared.

~No regrets? ~

She gave a sad sort of smile and typed.

-Never.-

She never received another message that day and the smile she had never faded.

A/N: I just had to get that out of the way. It's been on my mind for the longest time now and I couldn't type my other story because of it. Strangely enough, the first half of this story is actually based on true events and the text messages are almost identical. My own story if you will, but I didn't cheat on my husband... as much as I may have wanted to. That's horrible, I know but I couldn't help myself. This dude at my old job was fucking hot!

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