Psychology 101 by Chaos

Counting Up

I blame the kid who sits next to me in my Anatomy class for this idea. And despite what my dreams are telling me, I don’t own Inuyasha.

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“What the hell? That can’t be right!” Kagome’s exclamation came out quite a bit louder than she intended.

Sheepishly looking around, she was relieved to see that only birds had witnessed her outburst.

A breeze fluttered the pages of her Psychology book and brought her attention back to the matter at hand.

The subject of her disbelief was splashed across the page in garishly red ink. ‘The Thrust Theory- Some scholars believe that the optimum equation for a males’ pleasure is 33 thrusts, burning a total of 533 calories.’

Kagome huffed and tossed her book away in disgust. While she herself might not have any actual experience on the subject matter, she had definitely heard enough tales of sexual exploits from her friends to not believe that so called theory. Eri had once blushingly described an encounter wherein her partner took exactly 2 hours, 23 minutes, and 5 orgasms on her part before reaching completion. Considering the way Eri had limped into the restaurant, Kagome was inclined to believe her.

Leaning back against her impromptu chair, a conveniently shaped rock, Kagome stared blindly into the forest and sighed. She didn’t understand how her Psychology teacher expected her to take this stuff seriously.

“Miko.”

The cordial, baritone voiced greeting abruptly broke her solitude. Hand pressed to her rapidly beating heart, she glared at the stoic presence in front of her.

“Can’t you unmask your aura when you’re in my general vicinity?” she replied irritably.

“Hn.” His trademark reply brought a small smile to Kagome’s lips.

For several weeks now, as the inutachi had taken an extended break in Edo, Kagome had come to this clearing to study in peace.  

Imagine her surprise when she had walked casually into the clearing 2 weeks ago and found Sesshomaru lounging against her customary backrest. One stilted conversation later and the two had come to an understanding. Kagome would continue to use the area for her studying and in exchange, if Sesshomaru happened to be patrolling nearby, he was welcome to rest with her in quiet solitude.

The arrangement benefitted them both. As a social creature, Kagome craved company, even while studying. The silent Sesshomaru fulfilled her needs perfectly. And Sesshomaru? He was privy to tantalizing tidbits of information as the futuristic miko mumbled to herself in contemplation.

 Finally calmed down, she waited for Sesshomaru to assume his normal pose against a nearby tree. One knee up? Check. Arm slung lazily upon its normal perch? Che-Wait! Was that her Psychology text book in his hand? She was on her feet in an instant.

“Sesshomaru, what are you doing with my book?” Kagome’s voice pitched sharply upwards as she watched him persue the text. While she often studied in his presence, she had been extremely cautious of the sensitive nature of the material at hand.

A single brow was raised at her tone, while he flicked a glance at her dismissively. “You had discarded your ‘book.’ Thus, it is now my possession.”

Stomping her foot in frustration, Kagome marched over to him and held out her hand. “Give it back! You know it’s mine.”

Sesshomaru looked at her coolly before returning his attention to the strange item in his hands. “Explain to me what this means,” He demanded, placing the book on the ground and pointing distinctly at the Thrust Theory with his clawed digit.

Blushing in mortification, Kagome averted her eyes. She had no clue how to get herself out of this situation without an explanation.

“I expect a response.”

Mustering her courage, Kagome managed a brief second of eye contact before looking away again. “It is a theory about sex,” She finally said.

“Explain.”

Resolved to her fate, Kagome dropped abruptly to the ground and pulled the book toward her. “Some people have come up with different ideas about what fulfills a person’s most primitive needs. This man believes that men experience the most pleasure during sex when they finish in 33 thrusts.”

Kagome felt like her face was on fire. She couldn’t believe she was halving this talk with Sesshomaru of all beings!

“Hn. And the one below it?”

Baffled, Kagome scanned the section of the book he had gestured to. The Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma’am – a traditional belief that 16 penetrations leading to orgasm will result in the conception of a male child.

Kagome couldn’t hold back her scoff as she once again tossed her book. This time, she aimed for her bag. “That belief states that 16 thrusts leading to a man’s release would result in the conception of a male child.” Her tone was hard, expressing both her disbelief in the notion and her discomfort with the subject.

“You do not believe these theories and yet, you have some doubts.”

Eyes narrowed in frustrated anger, Kagome glared at Sesshomaru. “Of course I don’t believe those ideas! They are ridiculous. And yes I still have some sliver of doubt because while intellectually I know they are stupid, I obviously can’t disprove them myself!”

Their eyes locked, Kagome waited for his response. She was unprepared for the unholy spark that lit his golden eyes.

“That is a situation easily rectified.” And before Kagome could say another word, his mouth covered hers. 5 beats of her heart later and she was naked. A blink after that and she was flat on her back as Sesshomaru went to work.

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Smirking, Sesshomaru leaned forward and languidly licked a quick line across her collarbone. “You are to keep count.” Kagome’s eyes hazily focused upon his features in confusion. “I believe we are on one,” he prompted her.

Her eyes widened in comprehension. He couldn’t be serious! Surely he didn’t expect her to actually keep count! A quick thrust followed by a lack of motion confirmed that he did indeed. Licking her lips, Kagome huskily whispered the word two. Satisfaction flashed across his face and he resumed his carnal dance.

At five, Kagome shifted herself slightly as she started to catch the rhythm. Ten and she gasped as he managed to hit something just right.  And then suddenly, at 16, Sesshomaru again ceased all movement.

Whimpering, she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to get him to move. “Sesshomaru!” she cried, “Why did you stop?”

“I believe we have accomplished what you refer to as a ‘Wham Bam, Thank you Ma’am’. Are you satisfied?”

She stared at him in astonishment. Her hands, which had been tightly clenching the lush grass, latched onto his hips and pulled him firmly against her. “Start moving, dammit!” she growled.  His masculine laughter raised goosebumps along her flesh as he complied.

In, and out. The smooth glide of flesh against flesh and the sounds of their copulation grew in intensity. Her numbered exclamations became drenched with the feelings of her rising passion.

“Thirty!”

As the contested Thrust Theory number 33 rolled about, Kagome feared Sesshomaru would again pause to make some witty remark. At the same time he sank into her, she twisted her hips and using her body weight, reversed their positions. For once, the lack of a left arm worked in her favor.

“Thirty-Three,” She said smugly, before raising her hips and then immediately sinking against him again. As she shifted downward, he thrust himself up sharply. The angle of penetration wrenched a short scream from her throat.

“Thirty-four,” came his arrogant reply. Game on.

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Crying out, Kagome arched back against Sesshomaru as the fire from her third orgasm raced throughout her body. Still hard, he continued to make slow strokes in and out of her pliant body.

On her hands and knees, she panted harshly as she tried to catch her breath. Small quivers occasionally rippled down her arms.

Sesshomaru casually draped himself against her back and nipped at her ear. His tongue laved away the brief sting. “It appears that you have lost count,” he rumbled teasingly. “We will have to start over.”

With a lusty growl, he seated himself firmly into her body.

“One.”