InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little by Little ❯ Hot and Cold ( Chapter 3 )

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

A few of the men waved goodbye to the couple as they left the building site for their own homes. Inuyasha inspected the house, agreeing that it probably only needed a about a ten days’ work, as one of the men had said. With the way Inuyasha had things planned out, that deadline worked fine.

Kagome waved her husband over for the rice she had carried with her and they ate with quiet conversation, ranging from the heat of the day to the possible layout of furniature. Sango and Miroku were storing the few items they’d been able to buy for their house—Inuyasha had a little money from the jobs he and Miroku had done over the years. Most of it had been useless to Inuyasha, and with the monk’s growing family, 90% had gone to him. The rest of the items they were borrowing from some of the villagers they knew better. They’d return the items when they got money enough to replace them.

Kagome wondered how it would work out for the young family if Inuyasha began collecting half the payment from jobs. Inuyasha explained that Miroku had been storing some of the money for Sango in case something happened to him. He then relayed that Sango had smacked her husband upside the head for that comment. She’d kill him a second time if he left her alone to care for their children.

With a smirk, Inuyasha’s ears twitched in the direction of the village at a sneeze. He’d smelled his friend for a while coming. Miroku probably hadn’t heard what they’d been saying about him, hence the sneeze. Kagome waved when she saw him entering the clearing.

He returned the wave as he spoke to Inuyasha. They had another job coming up. When Miroku gave the location, about four days’ walk in either direction, Inuyasha stopped him.

“It’s that far up north?”

Miroku’s head tilted slightly. “Yes?” he said questioningly.

“Isn’t that kinda far? We’d be gone for, like what, eight or nine days?”

He eyed his friend suspiciously as he thought of the reason it might worry him. They had traveled farther before, but the way Inuyasha spoke, it seemed like the time was more of an issue than the distance.

“Ah,” he realized it then. “And what day of the cycle is it?”

Inuyasha crossed his arms. “Got eleven days.”

The monk nodded. “Will that be cutting it a little too close for you?”

Inuyasha shook his head. “Nah, not really. But me an’ Kagome’ll be moving in around then too.”

Kagome looked back at the house with Miroku. He nodded again, looking back to his friend.

“Well, what do you think? You don’t want to go?”

Inuyasha looked over his shoulder to Kagome, trying to get her opinion on the matter. She shrugged. He sighed and faced forward again. He really should take whatever job he could get.

“If we don’t dawdle, it shouldn’t be any more than eight to get there, squash whatever bug needs to be killed, and get back.”

That agreed upon, the two discussed their morning plans as Kagome left down to the creek offshoot to refill her water container. She was startled a bit when she found that the water was so cold. She shook it off and filled the container to the brim, setting it beside her. She stuck her fingertips in the water again, loving the contrast between the temperature of the water and the summer heat. She placed her hands just under the surface, the cool numbness in her hands in was making her feel a bit more comfortable. It was nice.

“Kagome?” Inuyasha called as he came down to the creek. She turned and smiled at him, removing her hands from the water to stand.

“You forgot this,” he said, holding her bow out to her. It was the very one she had worked so hard to master those years ago. It had somehow wound up back on this side of the well, and since Kagome had returned she’d mainly been using it for target practice. Her skills had become rusty over time.

Kagome blinked, taking the bow from him.

“I was only gone for two minutes, Inuyasha.”

He rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. You should have it on you all the time. Just in case.”

Kagome smiled. “Just in case of what? You’ve been pretty much glued to me since we I came back. Even if you’re gone for a day with Miroku, I doubt that’ll be the day I have to use it.”

“Sometimes we’re gone for longer, like the next week.” he shrugged. He cleared his throat and began on that topic.

“Did you hear any of that last bit?” Kagome shook her head and he continued. “Well, he just left, but me an’ him are takin’ off before dawn so we can some dirt kicked up before it gets hot. You want me to wake you up to say good bye?”

“Yeah,” Kagome said, standing across from him. “I’d like that.”

She leaned forward against Inuyasha and he leaned back against her. She grasped some of the fabric at his chest and leaned up to kiss him softly. He smiled, as he usually did when she came back down on her heels. To Kagome, that soft, genuine smile was the best view in the world. It had taken so long for her to break him out of his shell to see it, and her heart swooned whenever he showed it to her. She smiled back and reached a hand up to cup his cheek for another innocent kiss.

“Holy shit!” he swore, snatching her hand away reflexively. He shivered. “Why’s your hand so cold?”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Kagome laughed at herself for forgetting. “I had my hands in the water. You alright?”

Inuyasha sighed, squeezing her small, cold hand in his. He held it to his cheek with his left hand after a second.

“Yeah. It actually…feels…kinda nice…” he closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. It actually was pretty hot recently, he’d briefly considered letting Kagome tie up his hair like she wanted at one point. Her cool skin was slowly warming, enveloped by his own. Kagome noticed his skin was rather warm, and a sudden, devilish, thought came to mind.

“You know,” she started, reaching up with her still cool left hand, “some people put a cool towel on their necks when they get hot.” And her husband was very hot. At the moment, in a couple ways, though she was more concerned about one than the other. He opened he eyes as she pushed his hair aside to place her cool hand at the back of his neck. He closed his eyes once again, her fingers dipping under the hem of his clothing. The sensation of the temperature shift did feel nice, although his pulse changed slightly just having her hands on him. A part of him was saying to read his wife better, her intentions weren’t as innocent as she said, but another part told that part they could go to hell.

She spread her hand at over his shoulder, under his clothes. He opened his eyes, just barely, as her hand continued down. Her fingertips traced his collarbone where his beads fell across. The skin there was soft, perpetually guarded by the Robe of the Firerat. Her hands were now void of their earlier coolness, all of the sensation having returned.

“Kagome.”

She spread her hand down over his chest. The hem of his clothing hindered her slightly. It had been so long that she was away, she certainly didn’t remember his pectoral being this pronounced. Unless fueled by demon blood, he had always had a slight build, appropriate for the age he was. Slight as he was, his strength was beyond deceiving. ‘Then again,’Kagome thought,‘I’ve never actually tried tofeelhim while I was bandaging him.’

She couldn’t decipher his expression, he just stared down at her. His golden eyes shown brightly as always even for the low light by the creek. He had let go of her hand, even, just looking at her. Kagome felt heat come to her cheeks and drove her eyes down to her left hand. She brought her right from his face to widen the gap in his clothing. This finally urged a reaction out of her husband, hunching his shoulders and moving all of one inch away from her. She looked back up at him, his face aflame and glancing all around them. She smirked and pulled the cord that kept the extra fabric at his belly.

He jumped when it came undone and the layers began to untuck. Kagome spread both her hands over his chest, widening the spread of his layers. The white underlayer was still tucked into his hakama, but it was easily loosened.

“Okay, stop,” he said as she began to pull the sides of the clothing out of his hakama. She didn’t stop. She pushed her hands back inside his clothing, running them along his ribs. He laid his hands on her elbows to still them, but she retaliated by leaning forward and began kissing the center of his chest. He exhaled sharply, but she continued kissing up to his collarbone. For the heat in the air, his body made the temperature seem cool now against his skin. The grip on her elbows fell slack and he lifted his head as her kisses went higher. She loved it—how heavy and quick his pulse was as she kissed over his carotid. She moved her hands again, sliding them around his sides and anchoring them at the small of his back. She had him gasping—hunching over her—when she ran her tongue over his Adam’s apple and applied a little pressured to his back.

He closed his eyes and his hands automatically slid around her own waist, onlyoverher clothes. They raised a little and when his thumbs gently brushed the underside of her breasts is where he stopped himself.

“Kagome,” he choked, gently squeezing her sides, “stop, this ain’t fair.”

“What’s not fair?” she asked into his neck. She bit her lip for the courage to get the next part out. “You’re allowed to touch me too.”

His back stiffened at that.

“Fuck…” he shook his head to try and remember where his line of thought had been before it was so delightfully clouded with the image of his wife in the very same stage of arousal that he was. “No, we’ve only got a little while until the house is finished. You’ve waited this long.”

“It has been a long wait,” she said, pulling away slightly, raising her hands to his shoulder blades. She managed to catch his flustered gaze as he righted his posture. He tried to clear the haze from his eyes as he stared down into hers. He bit his cheek to find the resolve to continue despite the look in her brown eyes.

“I’m serious.”

She closed her eyes for a second of thought before reopening them.

“A bit of touching won’t hurt.”

“Maybe not you,” he replied without a second’s wait.

She blinked. “Oh.” Her eyes drifted downwards.

“Don’t look!” He barked in embarrassment.

Kagome sighed. She looked back up at her husband’s serious expression. She dropped her hands from around his back and removed them from his clothing. She then willed a small smile to her lips.

“We’re really going to wait until then?”

He nodded. “If I am allowed to have any say in the matter.”

Kagome nodded, and handed the cord back to him so he could dress properly. She stood back as he quickly tucked everything back into place. She picked her bow up to remove the temptation of looking at his disheveled form again. A strong warm hand pulled hers back towards her husband when he had finished. They laced their fingers together, but nothing more as they exited the tree line. Inuyasha had probablycooled offenough by the time they started on the path to Kaede’s house. They were nearly to the hut before Kagome spoke again.

“So,” she said with a wry grin, “Are you still going to wake me up before you leave tomorrow, or have I misbehaved a bit too much?”

He glanced back at her, a playful glint in his eye.

“Only if you promise not to molest me again.”

“Now, I can’t really tell what tomorrow brings.”

He chuckled, stopping their forward movement. “Then I won’t.”

She pushed his shoulder. “You’ll miss me just as much as I will you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, kissing her forehead. Kagome sighed and wrapped her other hand around his arm, then they walked back to Kaede’s house that way.