InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brief Moments ❯ Too Tired? ( Chapter 2 )

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

I do not own InuYasha nor any of characters created by Rumiko Takahashi


Too Tired?

The hanyou entered the little house, to see the fire burning low, and his wife asleep on the futon. He and Miroku had been delayed, and it was well past dinner time.

Kagome didn’t stir as he walked in, placed his sword in its resting place near their bed, and then sat down by the fire.  “Must have had a hard day,” he said.  “Hope it wasn’t as irritating as mine.”

There was a small pot of stew near the edge of the coals in the fire pit, just close enough to keep warm.  He smiled, picking it up, breathing in its delicious scent.  “Wonder if you knew how hungry I would be?” he whispered, as he grabbed his chopsticks and began eating, watching her as she slept. If she wasn’t awake to keep him company, watching her was almost as good.  He liked the way the fire threw highlights on her hair and cheek.

Dinner eaten, he put the pot to the side, and began preparing the fire for the night, knocking the flames down and covering the coals with ash.  This darkened the room considerably, but didn’t affect his ability to watch how she slept.

“Damn woman, how do you look so beautiful even in your sleep,” he said, quite softly, as he studied her from the other side of the fire pit.  She had rolled over while she slept, dragging the covers off her upper body.  He drank in the sight she made, shadow and faint light drawing shapes across the swell of her breasts, shifting a bit with each rise and fall of her breath.  As tired as he was while from the long day and the hard trail back, he could feel something in him stir.  

Silently, he stood up, walked over to the door and secured it, then moved as silently to stand next to the bed. He looked at her skin glistening the remnant of the firelight, and quickly shed his clothes.  Trying hard not to disturb her, he slid into bed, resting his head on one hand looking at her before pulling up the covers, but couldn’t resist letting his hand gently ghost across her thigh.

She murmured in her sleep and snuggled her backside close to him

"So sweet," he whispered, nuzzling her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair, letting his lips taste the salt of her skin.

She rolled onto her back, looked up at him with sleepy eyes, and touched his cheek.

“Hi,”he said, smiling.  “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s all right,” she said, with a little yawn. “You’re back later than I thought. Everything go well?"

“Yeah, and now that I’m back, it’s better than well,” he replied. His mouth found hers, glided over the warm softness of her lips. She invited him for more, opening her mouth and sliding her hand around his neck.



“Going to show me how much better?” she asked. She might have had sleepy eyes, but her smile was wanton and inviting.

He kissed her again, and let his mouth drift down her neck to the sweet base of her collarbone, pulling a moan from her lips, then let his hand drift down and slide between her thighs.

“Sure you’re not too tired?” he asked.

“Not too tired for this,”she replied, and grabbing twin handfuls of his silver hair, pulled him to her. As her hands skipped across his skin and reached down to find those special places that made him moan and roll back his eyes, he was inclined to agree with her.


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