InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ InuErotica ❯ Quickie #7 - A Crown in Her Hair (Inu/Kag) ( Chapter 20 )

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Title: Quickie #8: A Crown on Her Hair
Words: 986
Pairing: Inu+Kag
Summary: InuYasha and Kagome learn something about romance. Written for Forthrightly's Tanabata Challenge (tie-in = stars). Note: if you haven't read the whole Quickie series this might not make so much sense…
 
 
Miroku and Sango came back from a very long trip to the stream.
 
“Where's the water you went to get, monk?” InuYasha asked knowingly as he poked the fire. Miroku gave the hanyou a thumbs-up, which elicited a playful punch from Sango and even made InuYasha smile.
 
“I'll get it!” cried Shippou.
 
“No,” Miroku said gently. “I do believe it's InuYasha and Kagome's turn to fetch us water, Shippou. You stay here and play with us.”
 
“But you smell funny,” Shippou whined.
 
“Wonderful, isn't it?” Miroku replied smoothly and lifted the kit by the collar.
 
InuYasha twitched Kagome's skirt in a clear sign to follow him and grabbed the jar of peanut butter. Kagome rolled her eyes towards Sango and turned into his wake; Sango giggled as they left.
 
The stream burbled quietly through a small clearing under the night sky and Kagome was not surprised that InuYasha had already stripped out of his suikan and laid it along the water's edge. He knelt, his shirt open and belt loose, and held the open peanut butter jar out to her expectantly.
 
“I'm hungry,” he said with a boyish smile, still shy. In the pale moonlight, she could see the enthusiasm on his face for their newfound game, `eat the peanut butter off Kagome's fingers and then fuck like bunnies.'
 
But the stars are so pretty tonight….
 
She took off her shoes and stepped onto the little bed; touching his forearm, she lowered the jar.
 
“InuYasha…” She tried to sound mysterious. “How about if tonight we leave the peanut butter aside?”
 
His ears drooped a little. “Why? You don't wanna?”
 
“I thought maybe we could just look at the stars for a little bit first.”
 
“The stars?” He looked up at the night sky, alive with twinkling lights. “What about them?”
 
“We're just always rushed…” she bobbed her head, looking for the right words. “You know… let's-not-let-Shippou-catch-on-so-hurry-up. I thought it would be romantic if…”
 
“You've said that before… `romantic'.” He cocked his head to the side. “What's that?”
 
She sighed.
 
“Never mind, InuYasha.” He'll never get it.
 
“Good.” He lifted the peanut butter jar, but she put her hand on his arm again, determined to slow things down somehow.
 
The warmth of his skin seeped against her fingers through the thin fabric of his kosode and she felt the hard muscles of his arm tense in her grasp. He hitched forward on his knees and his shirt fell aside, revealing the smooth ridges of his chest and one flat little nipple just poking out from the edge of the cloth. Moisture pooled in her mouth and between her legs, and peanut butter had nothing to do with it… or did it? She reached for the jar and knelt in front of him.
 
“Tonight I'm hungry too.” She let mouthwatering desire penetrate her voice and it must have worked because he inhaled quickly. Lifting the jar she scooped a small dollop onto her finger and before he could protest, she smeared it on that tasty nipple and bent to lick it off… slowly. He went rigid as her tongue followed the round of silky softness, around and around until she flicked nutty sweetness off the hard nub at its center. Lapping at his sensitive skin, she wiped some more around its twin and moved over to suck and lick. His muscle was firm against her nose and her tongue played with its contour as she explored the small sounds she could draw from him with each motion.
 
“Eat all you want,” he said huskily as she licked her lips. His words gave her courage, and, heart thumping, she set the jar down to tangle with the tie at his waist until his hakama fell off his narrow hips, revealing his hunger arcing towards her mouth. He gasped and she giggled as she coated him and bent to lick up the sticky stuff, running her tongue over his hardened flesh as it thickened against her lips to the accompaniment of his excited groans.
 
When she'd had her fill she rose up to find his body arched, head thrown back with his face to the stars and his body gleaming in their light. He straightened up and she saw a new light glimmer in his eyes.
 
“My turn,” he said and took the jar from her. “Strip.”
 
Never letting their eyes wander from the curves and planes of each other as they disrobed he had the peanut butter smoothed over her breast before she finished. Following her example, his tongue and lips slid languidly over the firming swell and sucked playfully on the little peak that formed from his attentions.
 
Taking their time the lovers investigated soft shoulder arcs and solid muscle rounds, silky secret hair and smooth inner thighs.
 
The flavorful jar was forgotten as her hands caressed his shoulders and he laid her back on the little nest he'd made for them. She gazed at the stars and enjoyed his slower movements down her body, his hands advancing where his tongue soon probed until he found a dark wet place that fascinated them both until he was upon her. The stars blurred as he rolled her over and she rode him, becoming lost in her wild inner clenches and his needy upward thrusts.
 
They lay together, joined, and the cool evening breeze slowly wicked away their heat as they kissed, the wet of their mouths trying to capture the waning of their union, holding it for just another moment…
 
She lifted her head to see him looking at her, calm and happy as his eyes roamed her face and stared up into to the night sky above her.
 
“I'll never look at the stars the same again,” he said softly, bringing his fingers to touch her cheek. “They're like a crown on your hair.”
 
She beamed at him. “That's romantic,” she whispered.
 
He smiled back.
 
He gets it…
 
 
Until next time…