InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ Hot Pink ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Wish I did, but I don't.

 

A/N: Forthrightly picked a good-natured fight with Fenik, and the tufty-eared brat immediately grabbed an innocent little plot!bunny. Once he'd thoroughly corrupted it, he then brought in ButterYasha as the `dialogue coach'.

 

Written for the 500-words or less `Pink' Quickie Challenge, February 2008, on InuErotica.

 

Warnings: Nothing really graphic, but probably NWS anyways because of language and suggestive imagery.

 

 

Hot Pink

 

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Keh. Pink is such a girly colour, but in the right situation… it's fucking awesome.

 

Take her new high-school uniform, for instance. The short skirt's kinda darkish red… cherry? That's a fruit, houshi, not a colour; anyways, when she swings her hips just so, and like today there's a little sneaking breeze to help, the back flips up enough that you can see a bit of her light pink underwear… eh? Blush pink? You keep your eyes on your girl's ass; I'll watch Kagome's. As I was saying, the view's especially good just after I've talked her into a quickie, and the backs of her thighs are still bright pink from where my hakama rubbed up against her skin.

 

I'm a pervert? Oi, now there's the pot callin' the kettle black!

 

There's also the way Kagome's throat flushes when I lick her breasts; the harder her nipples tighten under my tongue, the further the pink spreads until her entire body is… rosy? You mean, like the flower? Her skin is pretty soft, I guess, especially the undersides of her breasts and the insides of her thighs, especially in that little dip before her short curls start. When I run my hands and lips over her, she tries so hard to stifle her sexy little moans because she knows they drive me insane until I can't stop myself from pinning her hips to the ground, or the futon, or the tree, or wherever I've managed to get her alone.

 

Keh. The only `rosy' thing that you'll ever see that close up is the slayer's armour… just before Hiraikotsu lays you out flat.

 

Where was I? Right. Pink…

 

The best part, though, is when we're on her side of the well, and the house is empty. She has this dark pink cover on her bed… huh? Cerise? Fuck… whatever. Anyways, I love that colour, because if I can get her clothes off and lay her out on top of it before she starts fussing about stains… she's so fucking beautiful. Her skin just… fuck, I dunno… glows against it and I can barely get out of my fire-rat fast enough.

 

Scarlet? Yeah, she looks good in red, too… but the only thing that really looks good on her is me. Ya got that, houshi?

 

When I go down between her thighs and use my tongue on her, that warm, slick flesh turns a deep… coral? Fuck, houshi; she ain't hard anywhere, although I am, by the time I'm done with her. Anyways, when she comes, her toes curl and her face flushes… azalea? Fuck, first she's a rock, now she's a flower? Feelin' a little poetic, houshi? If you could see Kagome with her hair all messed up, wearing nothing but a smile and a full-body blush, half-asleep on that rumpled pink cover after I've made her scream my name at least once… yeah, that's poetry, all right.

 

Keh. Wipe that leer off your face, houshi. Trust me, pink is awesome.

 

(499 words)