InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Home ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Finding Home, Part 2


They were fresh from the bath.  InuYasha had undressed in front of her reluctantly, as if ashamed to let his wife see what had become of him in their time apart, but she had gotten him washed off, her hand brushing against his skin as she helped him in the bathing room, his body already healing from his ordeal of running cross-country to return to her.

Kagome waited patiently while he soaked, not saying anything about the haunted look in his eyes, how his ear twitched at the slightest sound, nor how thin he had gotten while the Ikko-ikki had trapped him, but something inside of her swelled, needing to make things right, to chase away his ghosts.

Now though, the moment had come where they knelt on the futon, facing each other, their kosodes crumpled on the ground beside the bed, their hearts beating too fast for a couple who had been together this long.  

InuYasha took a deep breath, and caught her hands in his, and rested them against his chest.

She looked up in his eyes as they studied her face, dark bronze and wanting, and yes, even a little frightened in the dim lamplight.

“I dreamed of this moment,” he said.  His voice was rough, like the words were hard to say.  “Every day, thinking about you kept me from giving into the anger.  It would have been so easy just to let my blood take over.”

Her eyes glistened.  She could feel the pain rolling off him, a palpable thing - she hadn’t seen him this confused, uncertain, lost since she first released him from the Goshinboku. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling how thin he had gotten while he was away

“I was so scared,” she said, admitting to that darkness that had rolled over her for weeks.  “I could feel the wrongness, but I didn’t know what - ”

His hands dropped hers, and instead, cupped her face, interrupting her, and he leaned gently forward to quiet her with a kiss.  It was gentle, even shy.  Pulling away, he rested his head on her forehead.  “The cell they kept me in, it had stone walls.  I would imagine pulling them down, one by one and when I had enough of them down, you would be there, waiting for me.”

She tipped her head up and lifted her hands to his face, running each along his jaw until they slid upward, past the point where his ears would be if it were the new moon, into the silver of his hair.  “The walls are all gone, InuYasha, all gone.  And here I am.”

He crushed her to him.  She could feel his bones where before there was solid muscle, but he was there, warm and needy and alive.  Unable to stop herself, the tears streamed down her cheeks, even as she reached up and caught his mouth with hers - the certain knowledge of his warmth and scent and solidness, the feel of his youki pressing against her aura, everything   screaming to her that he was here, home, and not a phantom wrapped around her.

They became reacquainted with each other’s taste, drinking deeply.  He kissed her tears away, and she could feel the dampness on his own cheeks.  

“Gods, woman, I need you to be real,” he whispered into her ear, his mouth exploring the side of her neck, his hands dancing across her skin. “I need to be away from that stone and rain and running and just be here.”

He lowered her to the futon, and kissed her again, with all the hunger and need he had stored up through their days apart, then lifting himself up on his elbows, he studied her face.  “It must be real,” he said, lightly brushing the tear tracks on her left cheek with his thumb.  “You never cried in my imagination.”

She pulled him closer by his hair.  “Neither did you,” she said , kissing both of his cheeks.

“Men don’t cry,” he said, finally cracking a small smile.

She wrapped her legs around him. “Show me what men do then.”  Her voice was sultry and inviting, and just what he needed to hear.

With a sound between a groan and a growl, he slid into her, warm, wet and everything that was home to his soul.

They didn’t last long - Kagome first, swiftly followed by her husband.  But as he called out at his peak, Kagome was certain she could hear something off in the distance, like a rock slide, or the sound of a building collapsing.  Even though he might be a long time believing it, he was out of that prison and back where he was supposed to be.  Sighing contentedly, she knew she too was really home.