InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bits and Pieces ❯ Anniversary ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Oh, I found my middle school uniform! I could bring it home for tonight,” Kagome teased.

Inuyasha cringed at the phone on the kitchen table.

“Kagome, would you drop that? I fuckin’ hate school uniforms.” He hated when Kagome teased him about it, too.

He couldn’t believe he had said that. It was about a week ago when Kagome finally gave up trying to think up creative ideas for his anniversary gift and asked him what he wanted outright. He honestly couldn’t think of anything. He had said sukiyaki off the bat, and his lovely wife of almost five years frowned at him. They always had sukiyaki on anniversaries, so obviously that was what they were having for dinner. He felt more than a little cornered, since he had already bought her gift, so he panicked and said he wanted something for the bedroom. Not in those words, but he embarrassed himself thinking about it again.

“Oh well then, I’m sure I’ll figure out something before I get home. I should probably go, Love you, see you in a little while.”

“See you then, tell your mom I’ll take care of her gutters this weekend. I didn’t forget.”

“She should really make Souta do it…but I will. Bye-bye.”

“Bye.”

They had only been in the new house a few days, so Kagome was picking up a few last items from her mother’s house, then heading home for dinner. Inuyasha was still digging through boxes for their wedding dishes, finally standing with a frown when he located the bowls. Souta had obviously helped pack this one, judging by the overuse of paper balls, but Inuyasha supposed it was for the best, at least nothing would break with that much crap in there. Ideally they wouldn’t have to move out of her family home, but Kagome had finally gotten sick of the commute to the hospital every day. An hour in traffic from her mother’s house was a real pain in the ass, Inuyasha supposed, for one who couldn’t just run to work every day. It was quicker than the two busses and a train she had been taking before they got that old car, but he still made it to work by foot a lot faster than traffic usually moved.

Although he was kind of annoyed with the run home from work today. He had nearly been caught transferring one of the beams over and his immediate response was to drop the damned thing—right on his foot. It was still a little tender. Fact of the matter was that it was a lot quicker to move stuff over by hand than with the machinery. However, if anyone caught him doing that…not only would it probably be considered a safety hazard, he knew at least a couple old guys that might die of heart attacks seeing some wiry 20-something lifting steel beams by hand.

He stacked the dishes on the table, and pulled out the hot pot. There. Almost perfect. Just needed the food, and his wonderful wife sitting across from him. It was so weird being in a house alone, usually he would hear Kagome’s mother, or brother, or grandfather around somewhere, but it was just him until she got home. Granted, the house was a little smaller, a two bedroom rental that he was honestly glad to find within walking distance to the hospital. He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down with a can of soda. He pulled off the lid of the little box that stored Kagome’s little gift. They were cheap, but he thought Kagome would like them. Kagome was so damn easy to shop for; she liked any cute little thing, and the ladybug earrings would probably suit her tastes. Plus, she was a pediatric nurse, the kids were sure to love them, too.

He was damn lucky to have her. He leaned back in his chair counting back the years…if they had been married for five years…that meant he had known her for a whole decade now! Wow. He had met her just after his mother died, and he ended up living in her family’s shed. The first time she saw him she had hit him with a broom, startled that there was a 15-year-old homeless boy with white hair and yellow eyes in her shed. He really owed her mother for getting them together. She had heard her daughter’s screaming and found her whopping him with the broom a second time. To be honest, he probably did look scary to the middle-schooler, but her mother had seen how startled Inuyasha looked, and how young he was, and her motherly instincts went into overdrive. She made him something to  eat, drew him a bath, and washed his clothes. To top it all off, she laid out a futon the living room for him. She had taken to him right away, and honestly, he never understood why. It was apparent the second he pulled his beanie off that he wasn’t human, but the mother’s opinion of him didn’t seem to change. Normally demons could wear charms to make them appear human, but after leaving his mother’s apartment with only a backpack’s worth of supplies, he had forgotten the charm.

He was rude to her daughter, at first. He was angry about her hitting him and screaming at him, after all. They were at constant odds for quite a while, until her grandfather fell and hurt himself. Inuyasha had, without thought, started taking on the work the old man would usually do around the shrine, and then some. Sometimes Inuyasha would catch Kagome watching him stack things or clean, and he would turn to glare at her. She would just shrug and smile before continuing on her way. One day, he had been fixing the sink in the downstairs bathroom when Kagome came to sit against the door.

‘Did mama ask you to do that?’ she had asked.

‘No, but it was leaking, and I know how to fix it so why the hell wouldn’t I?’ he grumbled.

‘Thank you, Inuyasha.” Inuyasha had given her a suspicious look. She relayed, that her grandfather probably hadn’t said anything, but he really appreciated the work Inuyasha was doing. They all did. Kagome especially like that he had stepped up and did it all on his own, with no prompting. Of course, it was the least he could do since the family had unexpectedly decided to take care of him, a third child.

‘You’re really a nice guy.’ The way she looked at him when she said that made him scowl…

To try and cover up his blush.

He didn’t know when he started to like her, but one day he had kissed her, and she kissed him back. It just sort of went from there. He started taking odd jobs until he got repeat jobs and ended up working for a local construction company. It was good for him, since he was requires to wear a hard hat on the job and could wear gloves to cover his ears and claws. She went to nursing school right after high school. He married her as soon as she got her degree, and here they stood five years later.

He heard a car pull up out front and downed the rest of his soda before standing to open the door for his loving wife.
“Kagome, I was joking y’know.” Inuyasha rubbed his forehead as he leaned back over the bed…“Mostly…”

“I heard that!” Kagome called from the hall bathroom. His ear flicked at the following snickers from her. Oh god. He hoped it wasn’t her old uniform. He did not have that particular kink for underage girls in school uniforms. Quite the opposite. He’d never be able to get it up if that’s what she was wearing.

‘Please don’t be the uniform,’ he chanted silently as he heard Kagome’s steps entering the room.

“Recognize this?” She asked.

He was scared to look. Well, he supposed if it was the uniform, he could just work on getting her out of it quickly. He sat up and opened his eyes to see his wife—not in the dreaded uniform—but in a hooded sweatshirt. A dark red hooded sweatshirt. One that looked like…

“Oh hey, you found that old thing!” He said, looking to his wife in the jacket. It was the same hoodie he was wearing the day he met his then 15-year-old wife. It was still in good shape too, since he had started wearing a coat instead after that day. He wore it a few more times but he hadn’t see the old thing in…maybe four or more years? It must have gotten shoved in the back of a closet of something. It had been new when his mom bought him the fall before she died.

“Y-yeah. Mama washed it and wanted to donate it, but she wasn’t sure if you’d want to toss it…” She sounded nervous. Inuyasha watched her avert her gaze and he was prompted to ask what was wrong.

“Well I’m…I’m not…” She took a deep breath, smiled at her husband and pulled a U-turn out of the bedroom and down the hall. It took him a millisecond for him to push past the confusion when he finally, finally noticed her bare legs running out of the room. That sweatshirt was a little big on her, just long enough to cover her ass. Could it be that she wasn’t…?

Inuyasha didn’t have any time to process it because the next thing he knew he had his giggling wife pressed up against the spare room’s door, his nose buried in her long black hair as he growled into her neck. She turned her head to try and see him behind her, but he pressed more of his chest against her back to keep her still. His left hand left her waist and slowly palmed down to her backside until he felt the edge of the fabric. He pushed under it to confirm his suspicions; she was not wearing anything under the jacket. That was what he had hoped for whatever they did tonight. It didn’t save a lot of time on his part, but he loved having easy access to her.

Speaking of easy access, his hand made his way between her legs, and she squirmed just a little. She had been a little unsure, so it wasn’t surprising that she was only a little wet—but that could be quickly remedied. He let go of her for a second to scoop her up and hurry back to the room they just left.

“I don’t know why you didn’t just stay put,” he chastised playfully, trying to put her on the bed. When he did, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him half on top of her, with his one leg on the floor. She pulled him into a kiss, and he buried both hands in her hair to hold her to him as his mouth moved against her. He let her catch her breath just long cup the pliant flesh hidden beneath the fabric in both hands. He kissed her again, tongue roving the familiar warmth of her mouth until they were breathless once more.

His lips left hers and she smiled up at him, as she spread her legs as a way of invitation. He could see that she was more than ready now. He smiled back, but then only flipped her over onto her belly. She expected him to unbutton his pants and go for it, but she looked behind her when he did not, to see him pulling his shirt over his head, having already removed his shorts. She laughed when she then felt the weight of him on her back. It was a comfortable weight, truly, but it was not what she was expecting. She wasn’t expecting goofy sex, it was supposed to be hot and passionate for the anniversary, but he was just making her laugh again.

“Inuyasha…” she whined playfully.

“What?” He only then started to kiss the back of her neck. Kagome shuddered when he kissed near her jaw.

“Hey, you put in the earrings?”

“Yeah, they’re really cute. I like them.” He smiled at that. So the only things she was wearing were the earrings and the hoodie, eh? He snaked a hand around her leg to pull it off to the side. He replaced that had on his length, finally coming to rub the head against her, easily under the hem of the jacket. She mewled beautifully as he did that and gently gripped the skin of her neck with his incisors. He had learned early on in their sexual relationship—which, oddly enough, didn’t start until after their short engagement—that biting down was a no-go. There hadn’t been a ton of blood, but the bruise he left was painful for several weeks. No scar, and for that he was grateful.

“Inuyasha…” She hissed as he continued to rub the tip against the part she enjoyed most. He kissed her neck.

He sat up partway, leaning over his wife and pulling open the drawer to his nightstand. He palmed through the drawer to find it empty. Of course. They hadn’t gotten everything in their bedroom into place yet.

“What are you doing?”

“Forgot to put the condoms in here, there’s some in the bathroom though,” he groaned, pushing himself partway off his wife.

“Wait,” Kagome responded quickly, rolling onto her side to look her husband in the eye.

“What if...” she scanned his face, “What if we go without one tonight?” Kagome closed her eyes against his disapproving grunt.

“One time is all it takes, you know,” he reminded. When it was a demon male and a human female, one sexual encounter always ended in pregnancy, she knew that. Although he wasn’t fully demon, the suspected that was the case, too. Kagome looked back up at him, rolling onto her back.

“That’s…that’s what I’m saying.” He blinked reflexively against her hand when she cupped his cheek, then sliding down his neck and shoulder, coming to stop at his pectoral.

“You…is…is it a good time for a baby?”

“I think so. I know we haven’t talked about it as often lately but, I think it’s a good time…Do, um, do you want a baby?” She searched his golden eyes for any sign of negation, but surprised herself when she found sadness.

“To…Truthfully, I guess I’ve wanted a kid since…since you know.” So that’s what he was thinking of. She smiled at him, full of reassurance.

“Let’s try for a baby then.”

Their kisses were remarkably gentle until Inuyasha remembered that there was something erotic about a woman wearing something of his that was just big enough to cover her, let when she opened her legs for him—and all she did need to do was open her legs. When he pressed inside her, he noted that the feel actually wasn’t all that different not wearing a condom as opposed to wearing one normally, despite what Miroku would tell him. For them though, wearing a condom and having sex were not mutually exclusive. With Kagome being human, and him part demon the chances of her becoming pregnant were virtually 100%. Chemical birth controls wouldn’t work for the same reason as the high pregnancy chances—so condoms had existed for every sexual encounter since that side of their relationship existed.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. That one summer night almost four years ago he and Kagome had been more than a little drunk, having deciding a secluded midnight dip was in order, followed by heavy petting, followed by whining about having to walk all the way back to Sango’s family house for a condom lead to Kagome insisting he could just pull out in time. He though he had, too, Kagome reaching down to finish him with her hand. Until two weeks later when Inuyasha realized her scent had changed. He spent a whole week in denial until Kagome came to him with a positive pregnancy test and a bewildered look on her face.

‘You remember that night on the beach?’ She did, barely. His memory was spotty, but slightly less so, and he managed to jog her memory. He thought she was worried, but she was suddenly very happy, hearing the confirmation of when conception was. It didn’t take long for Inuyasha to warm up to the idea of being a father, either. It was a little earlier than expected, Kagome had only been working a few months, but they both had jobs and while they didn’t have anything in savings, Kagome’s mother offered to babysit so that the couple did not have to miss a lot of work or try to hire somebody.

The miscarriage at ten weeks was devastating. Kagome had only just told her mother that she was going to be a grandmother when it happened. She had her ten-week checkup on Wednesday, but she spent Monday crying on the shower floor with Inuyasha cleaning her up and her mother phoning Sango, another nurse with experiences with miscarriages and a certified midwife. Miscarriages happened all the time, but this was her friend’s very first pregnancy, so Sango could understand why it hit her so badly. Inuyasha didn’t understand why it had happened, since he assumed his demon blood would prevent the baby from having any complications. In the weeks her scent had changed, and he got used to the idea, he realized how badly he had wanted that baby. He wanted to have that baby, and he wanted to be a father. He had asked, at probably the worst time a few days afterwards if Kagome wanted to try again, and she refused to speak to him for nearly a month afterwards.

That was almost four years ago. He knew better than to ask stupid questions, now. Now that Kagome had come to him agreeing that they should become parents.

She was agreeing to just about anything right now. Her quiet begging could be misconstrued for hissing, but to the delicate ears twitching atop his head, he heard every syllable.

“Yes, please, please,” she begged as he lifted her legs to lay them over his elbows. He had yanked down the zipper of the sweatshirt, since there was something to be said about how her breasts moved when they were in this position. Her hand had made its way down between their bodies to stroke herself, in time with Inuyasha’s thrusts. She could never do much with her legs from this position, but she held tightly to the back of her husband’s neck to ground herself. Inuyasha had made it through one of her orgasms, but a second was coming and he could already feel his own a little ways off. She got so tight when she did, and the masochistic little bit of him enjoyed the little crescents she dug into the skin of his neck. He bit into his lip when he finished inside his wife—for the very first time—making a mess of the hoodie when he pulled himself out and lay beside her. Now, that was a pretty unique feeling. She flipped over to her side and stretched an arm out over his chest.

“Do you really think we’re ready to be parents?” She asked.

“It’s a little late to be asking that,” he chuckled.

“But if we ain’t now, we got nine months to get ready.”