InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brief Moments ❯ Feels Like Home ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Feels Like Home

 

Shippo was very happy about his new home. A large blanket had been used to divide one side of the hut, and Kagome was still hard at work hanging a second blanket. It would make the couple's corner of the hut more like a closed room. It would not be prefect, but it would give them some sense of privacy. Shippo would not have to worry about privacy, because Mama had sent back a surprise for him. The night before the wedding, the Souta had decided to camp outside to avoid all the craziness in the house. Shippo had instantly fallen in love with the small tent that they had used. Knowing that Shippo liked the tent was all that it took, Mama could not resist sending one back for him. The tent was large enough to store the GameBoy and its games, Kagome's CD player, and whatever else he wanted to put in it. It seemed just perfect, Shippo had his own little room, and soon the couple would have theirs.

 

Outside the sun was setting fast. Kagome was exhausted. Her mind could have sworn that the day had just started, but her tired body said otherwise. With the second blanket hung securely in place, Kagome turned to look at the rest of the room. Everything seemed to be unpacked and in its proper place. Dinner was the final chore on the list of things to be done.

 

“Shippo can you get a pot of water for me?” She asked as she stared digging through cooking supplies.

 

“You bet!” Shippo flew from his tent and snatched the pot from its hook. He was so happy to be of use to someone. It was a feeling he had not felt in a long time.

 

Kagome smiled as she watched him skip out the door. `It is nice to see him so happy,' She thought, looking down at the small pit where the cooking fire would be set. `I hope it lasts. I can't believe we've all come this far.'

 

Kagome had just decided to stand as Inu Yasha entered the hut. He looked at her and shrugged, “We can't find her. Nishi said that Kirara was on the porch of Sango's hut when she went out to tend the rice fields. Other than that, none of the other villagers have seen her. It's like Kirara just vanished.” He walked over and put his arms around her. This was fallowed with a small kiss.

 

“Is Sango doing ok?”

 

“She is a little worried, but it is not like Kirara hasn't done this before.” He stopped and looked down at the floor. “What's all this?” He asked, noticing the oddly shaped packages that were on the floor next to her feet.

 

“I was about to make dinner, so be nice,” she warned. “I don't want anything about me being a bad cook. You've got a bad habit of doing that.”

 

“Kiss me again and I will be on my best behavior.”

 

“Done,” she said, reaching up to pull his face down to a kissable level.

 

“Can I come in?” Shippo called from the porch.

 

“He remembered,” Inu Yasha said in amazement. Kagome just smile up at him. “You can come in.”

 

“I got the water, Kagome, is there anything else you want me to do?” He asked and stopped in mid step. He noticed Inu Yasha still had his arms around Kagome's waist, “Did I come back too soon?”

 

“Shippo, you're fine,” Kagome assured him.

 

“If you're going to stay with us, you're going to see us like this a lot. Why try to avoid it?” Inu Yasha explained. He released Kagome to walk over and examine the blankets that were hanging from the ceiling. After finding the opening, we walked inside and examined their tiny corner of the room. “This doesn't look to bad. I think this just might work.” He set the Tetsusaiga next to his pillow and sprawled out on the futon, “Not bad at all.”

 

“Glad you like it. It took me forever to figure out how to accomplish it.”

 

“Is there anything else you want me to do, Kagome?” Shippo asked again.

 

“Nah, I think I can get everything else from here.”

 

“Let me know if you need me for anything else,” with that said, Shippo went in to his tent and put the flap down.

 

Kagome looked at the tent and then at the walls of blanket. `Wha...I'm alone? That's not fair.' She told herself. She looked down at the packets of ingredients on the floor for a moment before plopping down on her butt. `It sucks to be the housewife.'

 

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Hours had passed before Kagome was able take her turn at getting comfy in their new fortress of blankets. Their first meal as a family seemed to go well enough, but Inu Yasha was growing restless as he snuggled beside her.

 

“When is he going to go to sleep?” Inu Yasha whispered in her ear.

 

“I don't know. I can't tell if his light is on, are you sure he is not already asleep?”

 

“He's awake. I can hear music,” he said as he propped himself up with his arm and leaned over her.

 

The little travel lamp gave off just enough light for her to see his ears going crazy. “Are you sure he hasn't fallen asleep with the Discman on?”

 

“He's not asleep. I can hear his breathing!”

 

“Fine, what does it matter?” She asked just before lifting her mouth to his neck. “He is not going to hear us if the music is on.”

 

“Aaa…You are so mean to me,” he complained as he gave her a gentle push to return her to her back.

 

“You do need to get used to this if he is going to live with us. He can't see what we are doing. We can't even see light through the blankets...how is he going to see anything we do?”

 

Inu Yasha set up and started ranting, “Damn it, do you have no shame? It's only a blanket. What if he hears us?”

 

“Me? You were the one who all but undressed me while he was asleep in my arms!” She popped up and grabbed him by the hair, “You didn't mind me being loud when grandpa was only two rooms away from us. I could be wrong, but I don't think he has lost his hearing yet!”

 

“I…I…well…maybe…that was me, wasn't it?” He scratched his.

 

*******

 

Sango stood alone on the porch of the small hut looking up at the sky. The night was clear and warm. The moon was only a quarter of the way full, which left very little light to see her surroundings. Still, she did not let that stop her from trying to search the road that lead to Inu Yasha's forest.

 

Miroku, who had been trying to get them ready for bed for well over an hour, come up behind her and placed his arms around her shoulders. He brushed his lips against her ear and spoke softly, “She'll come back to you. You need to come in and let me comfort you.”

 

She raised her hands to grasp the arms that held her tightly. “That appetite of yours is never satisfied, is it?” She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

 

He pulled her body around to face his. There was no force to the action, but a gentle hit of urging. He wanted to give her no resistance if she did not feel like humoring him. Though her head was down to avoid his gaze, she was allowing him to guide her body.

“It's your fault. You're so delicious that I can't get enough of you?”

 

She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, “How do you do that?”

 

“Do what?” His mouth was looking for uncovered skin on her neck.

 

“Speak with that voice. That voice that makes my legs weak,” she answered and began pushing him back towards the doorway.

 

He purposely placed his lips against her ear before speaking, “You mean this voice that is full of warm breath?”

 

She took a very deep breath and started pushing with more force, “Ok, inside!”

 

“That's what I'm trying to do right now,” he sighed and reached down the front of her kimono.

 

“You are so bad!” she squeaked as she threw him through the doorway.

 

He landed on his butt, in exactly the place he wanted to be, in the middle of the futon. “Thanks be to Buddha! I love it when you're rough.” He laughed as he shot forward and pulled her down. She was so knocked off balanced that she ended up on her back. Of course, Miroku used her position to place himself on top of her.

 

She arched her back to allow his hands the room to untie the material that kept her kimono in place. Once the kimono was opened, the armor was nothing for him to worry about. Her breasts were already exposed for him to kiss and caress.

 

“That was fast,” she gasped as he bit her left nipple.

 

He sucked at the nipple and released it. “You made me wait. I had time to think about what I wanted to do to you.” He looked up into her eyes and flicked her nipple with his tongue, “Admit it, Sango, you like when I'm bad.”

 

She said nothing; instead she smiled and closed her eyes. He took it as a definite yes. He finished removing the rest of her clothing as he slowly started to move down her body. He was kissing, licking and biting as he went. He loved this part of their love making. It allowed him to be as perverted as he wanted without making her mad. Not to mention, he got to see how excited he could make her each time. It was quickly becoming his own private game. It was a challenge to see how long he could tease her without losing his mind.

 

He kissed her inner thigh several times before running his tongue back up to her stomach.

 

“Miroku,” she moaned.

 

He smiled and kissed her stomach again. Leaving a trail of kisses, he traveled down until he could place his tongue inside of her. Shivers traveled through her body. It was the first time she had felt anything like it. She had to move her body, because it was maddening to be still. Her hips lifted off the futon to meet his mouth. She was working her hip on her own, which turned him on all the more.

 

“Enough! I have to get these clothes off,” Miroku panted as he fought his own robes.

 

After recovering herself, Sango forced herself to her knees. She grabbed his hands and forced him to be still. “Let me do it,” she whispered. She kissed his neck before pulling off the robes. “What were you doing to me?” She asked as she went back to kissing his neck.

 

Miroku's eyes closed. He was breathing hard when he pulled the loincloth from his hips. “Let me inside of you first.”

 

“Not yet…it's my turn,” she said while her nails ran down his chest.

 

From the look on his face one would think that he was in pain, but in truth, he was in ecstasy. His voice came out shaky, “you are so cruel.”

 

“You like it when I'm cruel,” she teased as she pressed her body closer to his and reached up to pull his hair.

 

“Damn that body of yours! You're getting too good at this.” He lowered his body so he could sit on his legs. Then he tried to pull her body forward. “Please, Sango…please,” he begged in a breathy half whisper.

 

She smiled and kissed him. “How do you want me?” She asked at last.

 

He moved his legs so he could sit with them crossed, and told her to startle his lap. She had an idea of what he had in mind. She did as he asked, and moved herself into a position that allowed his penis slid in with no effort at all. Knowing that it would drive him crazy, she wrapped her legs around him.

 

He let out a groan, and his head went straight into her breasts. “You're too much woman for me!” He panted as his hands took hold of her hips. “Lean back and rest on my legs.”

 

It seemed like a strange idea, but she bent back. Her back was now arched with her head on the futon. He could see her entire body as he moved her, and she had gaven him control over all movement. He was already close to having an orgasm, and he needed a distraction. He was trying to remember his breathing, but it was not enough. In desperation he moaned, “It's one of the Sutras.”

 

The sound of his voice confused her. She tried to form words but failed, “W…Wha?”

 

He took a deep breath and pulled her forward, “Everything I've done to you has been in the Sutras. I'll do it all to you…when I finish them…I'll do them all over again.” He had to stop and take another deep breath before he continued, “After we're finished with that…I'll write my own damn Sutras!”