InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little by Little ❯ A Little Planning ( Chapter 4 )

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

“Okay, now turn around,” Sango told Kagome, the young mother holding one squirming toddler under either arm.

Kagome turned around to show off her sewing work. Sango frowned a little on seeing the back. She plopped one of the girls into her lap and tugged on the bottom hem of Kagome’s blue yukata.

“Well,” she started, touching her knuckle to her lips. “The pattern here doesn’t quite match up,”

Kagome frowned and opened her mouth to speak when Sango continued.

“But unless someone’s really staring at your bottom, they won’t notice. And besides, you’ll be wearing a wrap most of the time.”

Kagome sighed, nodding.

“But for your first time, you did well.” She squeezed her daughters to her, smiling at them, “And what do you girls think?”

The girls looked back at Kagome, giggling.

“Pwetty!” Koyuki Squealed, followed a second later by Yukie. Kagome chuckled before a familiar aura tugged at the edges of her mind. She indicated to Sango that the boys were back and took her leave to meet up with Inuyasha. As she went towards where she felt Inuyasha’s youki, she crossed paths with Miroku.

“He didn’t even let me sleep last night, we just ate dinner and kept walking,” Miroku told her with a groan. He went on to say that Inuyasha had disappeared promptly after entering into the village. Miroku bid farewell to Kagome and left for home. She was a bit curious about why her husband hadn’t greeted her promptly upon arrival, but she shook it off. It wasn’t long before Kagome figured out where Inuyasha had gone, and made her way over to Kaede’s house.
Kagome raised an eyebrow upon entering the old Miko's home. She looked to Kaede, sorting the plants she had picked up that morning. The old Miko shrugged and went back to her sorting.

“Didn’t say a word. He just came in and keeled over.”

Kagome looked back down to her husband. He was curled on his side against the wall, not even his ears moving at the sound of voices. Not even Miroku seemed so tired.

Rin ran right into Kagome as she tried to enter the hut holding armfuls of firewood. The little girl (who was not so little anymore) apologized and sat the firewood by the far wall. She got down a small wrapping for Kaede. Kaede collected enough ground herbs for a dose of medicine, and wrapped them for the young girl to sprint out the door to deliver the medicine.

Kagome sighed as the screen flapped shut.

“Still pretty busy around here?”

Kaede nodded.

“That fever’s got quite a few people, I wish I could be more useful. Do you think I could run errands as well?”

“Nay,” Kaede responded softly. “That child can run faster than I can make this medicine. In due time, you’ll learn to make this particular mix. But as of now you should focus on the more basic ones.”

Kagome crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

“I hope I can learn quickly. Everything has slowed down the past few days for those who are sick. Those who are well sure are moving fast.”

She looked back in on her husband, soundly sleeping like he sometimes did when he wouldn’t admit to being tired. She wondered how he would take the news that some of the men working on their house had fallen ill.

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Surprisingly enough, the build was only delayed by one day. Inuyasha did any heavy lifting necessary, jumped up with supplies where a human would need to climb, and surprised a few of the workers with his quick hammering technique. He more than made up for the couple of men home with a fever. The roof was finished by mid-morning. Inuyasha decided it was perfect for now. It would need a bit of additional insulation before winter, but there was a good while to get that taken care of.

Sango and Miroku helped move everything in, Ichiro strapped to his mother’s back and Shippo entertaining the girls outside. The young parents tried to ignore the arguments about the layout from the younger couple. Inuyasha gave up trying to explain at one point, stomping out and returning minutes later with one of the heavier items—discussion over.

Everything was moved and in its place (depending on who you ask—husband or wife) by the afternoon. Kagome helped Shippo watch the kids as she ran down to help Sango finish her chores. Inuyasha tried to do the same, but Miroku kept piping up with a suggestive tone about his friend’s first night in his own home—Inuyasha covered his ears and settled into a tree to ignore him. Kagome offered to make dinner that night, since she mostly dictated where to put things. Sango happily agreed and offered some vegetables to add. The topic then changed to how to start a garden properly as she and Kagome finished up and walked to meet up with the boys.

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After rinsing all the bowls from their early dinner, the young parents stayed to chat a while with the newlyweds. Miroku continued the ladies’ conversation from earlier on how to start a small garden. The young parents’ garden wasn’t big by any means, but they had vegetables to eat throughout the warmer months. When Miroku and Sango’s girls started becoming whiny, they decided it was time for bed. There was still an hour of daylight, Inuyasha noted, as the younger twin had.

“But is nod nighttime,” Koyuki complained as she rubbed her face into Sango’s shoulder. Miroku picked the other up and Sango transferred Koyuki to his free arm.

“Yes it is, baby,” he calmly told the green-clad toddler.

“Nuh-uh,” she replied stubbornly.

Yukie just closed her eyes without putting up a fuss. Koyuki made a long drawn out whine as Sango bid their friends goodnight. Kagome chuckled as she heard the baby start to fuss outside, awoken on his mother’s back by his noisy sister. They were cute, but she could wait a while before…

Kagome stood to stretch her legs. When she had thoroughly stretched her back, she reached for Inuyasha’s hand. He gave her a puzzled look.

“I want to say thankyou to Kaede and Rin, too. Since Kaede’s been so wonderful to put us up until now,” Kagome explained.

Inuyasha made a sour face.

“Can’t you do that in the morning?

Kagome frowned.

“Yeah, I suppose…isn’t that kinda rude though?”

Inuyasha scoffed, checking the fading sunlight from the corner of his eye. He doubted they’d get back before nightfall if they left now. Well, actually they could, but not if Kagome wanted to visit any.

“You could say you were too tired to head over there tonight. It’d be understandable…even though most of what you did was order people around.”

Kagome glared.

“I’m gonna forget you said that,” she paused, “but honestly, I wanted to scope out the area before it got too dark. I know I looked at where we could put a garden before the house was built, but I want to see which spot works best.”

Inuyasha weighed her words carefully. There was still a little time before the sun went down, and they wouldn’t be leaving the forest…just a short walk around the area.

Inuyasha sighed and rose to his feet.

“Yeah, we should probably do that,” he said, walking past his wife. He didn’t check to see if she was following, because he assumed she was. Then he heard a bit of scuffling from the house and realized he never heard her footsteps.

“Kagome?”

Kagome poked her head out from the door, smiling.

“Just putting the dishes away, we forgot to do that.”

He raised a brow to Kagome as she pranced out after him. He could have sworn they’d put the bowls away. Nevertheless, Kagome wrapped a hand around his wrist and dragged him to the closest location she’d noticed before the build. Kagome stopped short of a clearing a stone’s throw from the house for inspection. They considered the light and distance from the house, but Inuyasha decided after two minutes of circling that it wouldn’t work.

“The light’s good and all, but all these little roots would take forever to rip out. By the time we got ‘em out there’d be more to grow in. Tree roots aren’t a problem, but these little suckers…”

Kagome nodded and lead her husband a little deeper through the brush until her yukata sleeve got snagged, she pulled it loose after a second, but Inuyasha commented anyway that they’d have to cut a new path through if they wanted to plant here. The circled back after a few more spots, but they were plagued by roots or rocks or the sunlight wasn’t good enough. They crossed over to the other side of the house, finding a few better options. Kagome was happy that they had narrowed it down. The light was fading and she decided to get a drink of water from the stream before heading back, since it was closer than the house. Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably when Kagome wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

“What’s eating you?” She asked.

He shook his head and replied that he wanted to get back to the house. His eyesight was becoming dimmer with every second as the sun dipped lower over the horizon. The house was in sight when he felt the sun set and the changes take full effect.

Kagome gasped when she saw the pale silver darken to an inky black. She smiled when she realized what had happened.

“Ohh,” she started in a high pitch, “I totally forgot this happened!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he tried brushing her off.

“Wait, I’ve been here two months, this should have happened already. Where was I for the first change?”

Inuyasha blinked once over newly black eyes, trying to remember.

“Ah, yeah, you slept right on through. It was pretty near the solstice then, so by the time you woke up I was normal again.”

Kagome frowned as a thought struck her. Good timing that he could turn human in his own home this month…wasn’t it?

Kagome smirked, tightening her grip on his arm. Inuyasha eyed her suspiciously. What the hell was that look on her face supposed to be? He also noticed that she definitely seemed a lot stronger gripping his human arm than if he were hanyou now.

“You planned this.”

Inuyasha bit the tip of his tongue and said nothing. Kagome stopped them outside the door, turning to stand in front of him. She shook her head and smiled more genuinely.

“You thought it would be a good idea for our first night together—alone together—to be your human night?” She asked, leadingly. Inuyasha felt like he was being drawn into a trap. It sounded like a good idea in his head. Kagome continued, “Our first night, just the two of us, alone in the middle of the forest—unfamiliar environment for me—just two helpless humans,” she was still smiling, but Inuyasha interrupted her anyway.

“Don’t give me that crap. You’re far from helpless. I’d be screwed on my own, but you at least know how to use a bow,” his face brightened towards the end, “I’m glad I got you around to protectme.”

Kagome giggled when he bent down to lean his forehead against hers. She backed away from him for a second before kissing him without removing her smile. His free hand came up to rake through her hair before drawing her back up into another kiss. She broke away and tugged his hand back through the screen into their new house.

A tiny fleck of anxiety rolled through his mind when they crossed the threshold. He swallowed that thought whole, they had once tried this in the middle of the forest, and now there were no pesky vines to hinder them. His wife was quickly quelling any other worries he might have, tugging him further into the house—past the firepit and nearly to the back wall. He almost tripped over something—his gaze solely focused on his wife at the moment. She noticed the stumble as they stopped by the back wall. Repeating the steps she had on previous occasions, she wrapped a hand around the beads, pulling him to her.

again, she lead the motions until he got a feel for the situation and took the more aggressive approach, tightening his grip on her back with one hand and clutching the hair at the base of her skull to tip her head up. He heard her chuckle before she came back to kissing him. He growled in a human voice when her hands began tugging on the hem of his clothing as she had done over a week prior. She pulled away from the kiss to smile at him. He opened his eyes, and if his heart weren’t pounding before, it would be racing from the way Kagome gazed up at him lovingly.

Before he could do anything to show how much he loved that look, her lips were back at his throat, muttering, “The sound’s a little different when you’re human, you know?”

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered what the hell she was talking about. He felt her pushing away from him slightly, allowing the action since he knew what was expected next.

“Still sexy,” she continued. She pulled the cord to release the folds of his clothing. Unlike last week, he didn’t move away from her as she spread her hands under the layers, and over his chest. She felt down the sides of his ribs until the white layer hindered her again. She pulled on the sides, this time untucking it completely from his hakama, rather than just loosening it. She kissed his chest, noticing a cough when she reached her tongue out to taste the skin there. His breath was loud and heavy against her hair. He had loosened his grip on her back, and she could tell without looking, the expression on his flushed face.

“Do you want to take this off?” She asked, fingering the beads.

“I-it’s fine. Leave it be,” he said shakily.

She nodded and ran her hands down his sides, coming to meet at the front where…his abdominals hadn’t been this pronounced either. At least she didn’t remember them as pronounced. In the past, when she was treating stomach injuries, the muscles here were never visible, but if she pressed with a little pressure to scrub out any debris in his wounds, the muscles were hard just under the skin. Kagome thought back—the only time the muscles were visible was that first time he had been overcome by his demon blood, and that was because every muscle in his body was tense in that moment.

She tried to glance down, but his belly was still shadowed from the firelight by his top layers. She drew her hands up again, running her hands over his shoulders and pushing the clothing layers from them. Inuyasha groaned and ducked down to kiss her again before she got a chance to look. She would have whined at missing out on the view if it hadn’t been for her husband’s tongue.‘Wow,’he lost her train of thought in his kiss then, and completely forgot what she was trying to do when he broke away to whisper in her ear.

“That’s enough of that.” His breath was hot on her cheek, and her knees buckled. Luckily though, he had chosen that moment to slide a hand from her back to her rear to help support her weight. It was the first time his hands had left the safe zones of her back and sides since they were wed—minus the brush at the creek. His other hand left her hair to lean on the wall. He bowed over her, trying to let them down gently, though his strength wasn’t what it was usually, especially given the awkward angle.

Safely lowered to the wood floor—Kagome leaned against the wall and him kneeling over her outstretched legs—his hands left their respective positions for her waist. His fingers picked at her obi, suddenly recalling that the knot was at her back instead of the front with her Miko attire. Having the same idea, Kagome’s hands slid out of his hair and squeezed his shoulders gently before tucking between their bodies and feeling for the knot in his hakama. She jumped slightly,feelinglot more than the knot as she groped blindly. She felt guilty immediately, since what she brushed against shouldn’t have startled her. However, an odd grunt came from her husband immediately following. She stilled her hand for a second before pressing it back against his clothed length purposefully.

“Mnh…”

Feeling along through the fabric earned very quiet, very erotic sounds from her husband, who hunched over her more now, raised on his knees and leaning his forehead against her shoulder. All Kagome could see at the moment was black hair, and the top part of his back.

“Kagome…” he breathed when she squeezed gently through his hakama. He was enjoying the moment until he realized he shouldn’t enjoy it quite so much. He put a hand back on the wall to push away, and the other wrapped around her wrist.

“H-hey, hang on a second, okay?”

He was almost panting from just that. Kagome might never forgive him if he got too excited without her. Or rather, she might not if she had to wait even longer for him to get ready again. Kagome blinked once up at him when he kneeled a little lower. He always stopped her for some reason. His dark brown eyes scanned over her face again before turning his gaze to his elbows, where his sleeves were still gathered. He released her wrist to remove the Robe of the Fire Rat, and went to place it behind him, when he noticed something odd.

The bedding was already out. He cocked his head to the side, trying to think of how the bedding was already…Kagome was doing some minor planning of her own. This is why she took so long getting outside. He turned his gaze back to his wife.

“You didn’t really want to visit Kaede, did you?”

Kagome flushed, shaking her head.

“And we put the bowls away earlier.”

Inuyasha nodded, took a deep breath, moved his legs from straddling hers and backed up to the edge of the bedding. Kagome followed, trying to lessen the awkwardness of the transition as much as possible. It was made easier by Inuyasha pulling her towards him as soon as she was within reach. He urged her to stand on her knees, so he could repeat her actions from before—kissing her neck. One hand around her waist found the obi’s knot and slid it over to the side where untying it would be easier. Kagome shivered reflexively when the panels of her yukata parted. This didn’t go unnoticed by her husband, who smirked into her neck. Then, he gently pushed on her shoulder. She held onto his shoulders to ease onto her back. He followed her down, placing a hand on either side of her, and entering into another kiss. She got a firm grip on the hair at the base of his skull, holding him there until they were both in desperate need for air. He leaned up a bit, his hair falling around them beautifully. His view was particularly beautiful, he thought, gazing at the young woman under him—hazy brown eyes, smiling lips - pinkened and plump from kissing - , long black hair spread out against the red and white fabrics they had forgotten to move.

She cupped his cheek and smiled up at him. He closed his eyes and lifted her hand from his face. Her brows knit in slight confusion when he pushed her forearm down beside her head. He did the same with the other, removing it from his hair. He let go of her wrists, with one knuckle drew a line between the panels of her yukata, and slid it down the center of her chest, dividing the sides. He couldn’t hear her heart like he normally could, but he could feel that her heart was pounding just as hard as his.

A sudden bout of embarrassment drew him closer to her, kissing her again. After a second, Kagome pulled him away by the hair, sudden awkwardness apparent on her face as well. He didn’t know where to put his hands—her breasts were a good option, but he couldn’t just fondle her the entire time—so he kept his hands on either side of her waist.

“Are…do you know what you’re doing?”

Inuyasha flushed darker than he had in a while.

“O-Of course I do,” he sputtered. Kagome translated that as ‘I have literally no clue.’

“You’re alright to look. I’d actually pre—”

“I know that!” Inuyasha blurted. He blinked, averting his eyes and repeated much more quietly, “I know thMNF—!” He didn’t finish as Kagome yanked him back down for a rough kiss. She let up a moment later, kissing more tenderly, sucking gently at his lip. She led her hand down his shoulder and followed the length of his arm to his hand. She held it gently and pushed it up onto her left breast.

“Ah,” Inuyasha gasped, breaking away from his wife’s kiss to scan over her face. She still had her eyes closed as she moved his hand beneath hers, so he looked to where their hands were. Her skin was warm and flushed and her breast compliant to the motions. He bit his cheek and allowed his own hand to move over her. He enjoyed the feel and the smooth texture of her skin, and the point of her nipple under his palm. He moved his hand a little to the side, squeezing the nipple between his knuckles. Kagome’s hand fell away and she tilted her head back—her husband’s developing grin unseen to her.

And he did smile. He smiled for a number of reasons. This was the first time he had ever been allowed to touch a woman like this. This woman before him was the first one he’d even been tempted to touch. This woman, this wonderful, amazing woman who loved him and was allowing herself to be loved by him—without fear of anything. Without a care for his mixed blood. Other than his mother, Kagome had been theverywoman to love him as he was. Although she needn’t worry about claws or fangs tonight, he knew she wouldn’t fear those either, even if they created a bit of apprehension in him.

“Okay,” he murmured.

He dipped his head down, kissing the top of her other breast.

“ohhh…” she sighed very quietly, barely loud enough to catch. He balanced on his elbows to reach her right breast, wrapping around the side and pushing it more towards the front. He kissed the top again, ending in a lick to trail over the nipple. He felt her body tense, and heard an unexpectedly sharp note from her throat that he decided he liked. The skin tasted different, too. Almost like he could taste the blood running beneath the delicate point of flesh. He licked over her nipple again, then pulled it into his mouth to alternate between kissing, licking, and sucking gently. He continued to fondle the other one, pinching and rolling the nipple along with what his mouth was doing.

She kept silent from there, but her hands returned to his shoulders, unconsciously pushing him against her breasts. He continued the favor to the other, before kissing his way back to the center of her chest. He felt her kiss the top of his head. Kagome held the back of his head and pulled him into another sweet kiss. Still on his elbows, he tucked his hands under her shoulders as she spread her hands out over the hard muscles of his back. She ducked her hands under his arms to run down his sides, pressing roughly the entire way, then over his belly.

‘That is so hot,’she thought as she pressed into the muscles of his chest and belly. Just the feel was wonderful, not to mention the way Inuyasha groaned when she rubbed. Now, if only she could see him.

Her hands went far enough that she suddenly remembered that he was only half undressed. She frowned, once again feeling for the knot. He groaned again when she brushed against him, but she succeeded in untying it this time.

“Oh, screw it,” Inuyasha muttered as he untangled himself from Kagome to lay on his side. He awkwardly began pulling and kicking his bottoms off, somehow managing to get his heels past the cords at his ankles. Kagome couldn’t help it—she didn’t really mean to laugh—but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He turned back over to hover over her, but his legs remained to one side of her. His hands went firmly to her hips and his mouth back to her throat. That is, until one of his hands parted the fabric and slid down the outside of her leg, lifting and bending her knee as he went along. Kagome shivered again as his hand turned down to the inside of her thigh. He wasn’t a bit nervous at the moment, he’d planned this so he wouldn’t have to worry about claws. His human fingernails were never grown out past his fingertips. He leaned back up to watch her face with a crooked grin. Kagome kept her eyes opened, but she only watched her husband from her peripheral.

He wasn’t surprised when he found fabric between her legs. He knew from past experience that Kagome wore these. (Actually, she should have worn something over her breasts, but she had neglected to tonight?)He pressed his hand against the fabric, making his wife’s body squirm automatically. He licked his lips and lifted his hand up until he located the hem and pushed inside the garment. He was aware of his pulse again. She was already slick and he had never been more aroused in his life. Feeling around down here for the entrance was making his own blood burn red in his veins and especially in a similar area. He pressed his fingers gently against her, until he found somewhere he could slip inside. He slid one finger inside and watched Kagome jump. She bit her lip and shut her eyes. He dared to move that finger even as she squirmed around. It felt weird to her—she liked it—but it was just an odd, foreign feeling.

Suddenly, he recalled that the monk had said something about this act a couple years ago—right before he’d had to dodge a rock thrown at him by his hanyou friend. Inuyasha couldn’t recall what he’d said, so he’d store that for later.

Inuyasha pressed his other hand to her hips, stilling her a little as he inserted a second finger. He couldn’t do much for her legs though. She squirmed even more at the addition and mewled into his hair. He kissed her cheek and gave up trying to hold her still, folding his unused arm under her head.

“Ah!” she gasped when he blew across her ear. She gripped his hair tightly to moan when he reached out with his tongue for the shell of her ear. Kagome was breathing heavily by that point, but she decided she was done with only the use of his fingers. She ran her hand down his back until she felt his hipbone—all the while unable to stop her squirming—and palmed around to the front.

Inuyasha hissed loudly, though it quickly became a groan as Kagome wrapped her delicate fingers around him. Kagome was a little taken aback by the feel of him. Hot and…she found it easy to stroke him with the loose skin there. She bit her lip and moved her hand back and forth slowly over him…

He pinched his eyes closed and forgot what he was supposed to be doing with his hands. He pushed his forehead into her shoulder when she started moving her hand. It felt good, really good—and a hell of a lot better than just his own hand—but he needed her to stop.

“Kagome..I…okay…st…” Kagome somehow understood what he was trying to say. He lifted his head and slipped his fingers out of her panties, but not before examining his hand. He didn’t know why he was surprised by how clear the stuff was. He didn't know what he expected, really. Hewiped the mess on the Firerat Robe they were lying mostly on. He sat up a bit and hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties. She lifted herself up to help him out. She pulled her arms free of her sleeves and pushed her yukata away, which left way for an admirative once-over from her husband before he crawled back over her and settled between her legs.

Kagome took a deep breath.

“Just…be a little careful, alright?”

“Mn-hm,” he replied a second before he understood what she meant. He paused.

“So that freak was tellin’ me the truth?”

Kagome had to stop herself from giving a pitying look.‘Don’t tell me he had to get ‘the talk’ through Miroku.’again, she had a sex-ed class with thirty other girls all trying to hide their faces throughout the lectures. It would have been easier to talk with a friend, but all her friends were in the same boat as her by the time that class rolled around.

“If you mean Miroku, and you mean…it’ll hurt…then probably.” She knew, technically, if she were relaxed enough it wouldn't hurt, but honestly she didn't understand how she was supposed to be completely relaxed for her first intimate experience. He was a little nervous, and so was she, but that was okay. They both wanted to do this, nervousness aside.

They both went silent for a moment before Kagome continued.

“It can’t hurt more than when I had the jewel ripped out of me.”

Inuyasha made a noise of disapproval before deciding her terrible example didn’t matter.

“Okay,” he muttered as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

They kissed and groped about each other for a minute more, until Kagome wrapped her hand around him again. Inuyasha broke away before she got a second stroke in.

“Dammit, I—”

Kagome raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk.

“Jus…” he swallowed, blinking down at her “don’t rush me, woman,” he finished with a chuckle.

“Actually, it might hurt less if you go quickly.”

He swallowed whatever thoughts he might have had and nodded. He aligned himself properly and slowly pushed in just the tip. He took a deep breath and pushed forward, sheathing himself fully within her. He couldn’t even make a sound, he just pinched his eyes shut and forced his face into her neck. It felt really good inside of her. She was warm and tightly pressed against all sides of him and…He had never felt like this before, and he almost didn’t catch the gasp of pain from his wife. Grunting to clear his throat, he asked if she was alright.

“Kagome?”

Oh, it hurt, her involuntary reaction was the gasp that probably worried her husband, but in truth it was about like she expected. She had cramps a little worse than this about once a year. At least here, there was no nausea.

“I’m okay,” she said with a slight whimper in her voice, “you can move.”

Inuyasha grunted again.

“In a minute.”

Inuyasha took a minute to regulate his breathing and pulled partway out to push back in. Both parties had their eyes closed for a minute as he started moving slowly within her. Only when the burn was almost completely gone for Kagome did she open her eyes. She held Inuyasha by either side of the face. She loved the sound of his moan as she kissed him. She suddenly found her back arching without her consent as Inuyasha pushed his hands up under the small of her back.

Not that she complained. In fact, this angle gave her a new perspective. She had always assumed it was the place they were connected that would make her feel good. Maybe a little bit of petting would feel nice too, but no—she discovered—that wasn’t where all of her pleasure was coming from. His skin was so warm against hers and he would grip her so tightly when he pushed back in that she just felt like he would never let go. His hair tickled her chest and arms, and his breath felt so hot and moist over her skin. She could feel his legs, his arms, his belly, chest, lips, tongue—and all of him tangled up in her, and it made her feel good; warm, secure,loved. This is what it was to make love, rather than to have sex. She might not notice these things if this was some boy she didn’t love—but this—this was Inuyasha.

She soon found herself wrapping her legs around him to try to bring him even closer. He groaned into her ear and her eyes rolled back. She tilted her head back, her breath coming in ragged gasps and soft mewls. Her hands left his shoulders for her own hair. He finally heard her appreciative noises and managed one eye open. He didn’t understand why it was so damn hard to open his eyes, when all he wanted was to see her. From what he could see, she was enjoying it. Her head tilted back and her hands clenched tightly in her black hair. One hand gripped under her rump and lifted her hips. She made a cute sound, muffled by biting her lip.

Her back arched again, creating a new angle at her hips, and that was enough for Inuyasha. He knew it had not been very long, and he tried biting his cheek to keep focused. Try as he might, he knew what was coming and rather than stop to try to regain some composure, he sped up to the finish—an attempt rewarded by louder gasps from his wife. His eyes clamped shut, and with a loud groan he buried his face into her shoulder. His body locked for a moment, then quivered into a limp, panting heap over Kagome, barely held off of her by his elbows. As he lay there, he tried to think of how to apologize for spilling so quickly, but Kagome interrupted his thoughts.

“That was good,” she panted, staring straight up. She knew she didn’t have an orgasm, but that was beside the point. She felt so warm and fuz…well, the warm feeling within her belly could hardly be called fuzzy…She unwrapped her legs from around him and pulled her hands out of her hair, looking to her husband with a smile. He blinked over black eyes with a mild expression of surprise, before he returned the smile, only a tad sillier. She ran a hand through his hair, pushing his damp forelocks from his face. She leaned down to kiss him gently. He then disentangled himself from his wife so he could lie next to her and locate something to cover them. Kagome found the covers first, drawing them over the both of them and snuggling into her husband’s chest. She pressed her forehead over his heart, still clamouring within his breast. His heartbeat was riotous, but at a strong and even rhythm, it was so calming. She didn’t care that they were both gross and sticky, because if she had her way they’d be working up a sweat again in the morning.