InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sloppy Seconds ❯ Morning Sickness ( Chapter 15 )

A/N: This one's a bit short, but it says what it needs to say, so that's it…

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After a feast in the village, the two retired to their room in the headsman's house, both slipping into sake induced dreams.

As he walked across the clearing to the Goshinbuko, he felt drawn to her. She looked so beautiful as she slept, curled in the roots of the time tree, her face serene. He'd been doing that a lot lately- watching her sleep.

Her aura was white hot, dancing like fireflies around the slumbering figure. As he approached, it swayed towards him, embracing him and pulling him closer. She stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes, looking up at him and smiling sweetly.

"Inuyasha…" She lifted her head and pulled him towards her.

He knew he should leave. He shouldn't be there with her, not like this. Not yet.

But the it was so peaceful and her scent so calming. Hefound himself pulling her to his lap to stroke her back and nuzzle in her hair.

"Kagome…" He sighed, for once with no worries, no anxiety, no painful memories haunting him.

They sat in silence, enraptured in the feel of each other.

"Inuyasha?"

"Hmmm?"

"I want to be yours, Inuyasha. Yours and only yours. Forever."

He pulled her away from his chest to look in her eyes but could not argue with the adoration and devotion he found there.

"Are you sure?"

She didn't answer, only smiling and nodding as she tilted her head to one side. She moved her hair away from her neck in silent offering.

He kissed her pulse and nibbled at her collar. When she sighed and snuggled closer to him, he gently clamped his lips to the apex of her neck and shoulder and sunk his teeth in. Kagome did not squirm or quiver as he broke the skin, and he carefully withdrew before tenderly lapping at the wound to seal it. He felt her breath even out as he nursed the mark and closed his own eyes.

'Mine…If only in my dreams.'

Inuyasha smiled into her hair as his dream faded into blackness.

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The smell of food cooking pushed a wave of nausea through Kagome the next morning and in her haste to exit the room she paid no notice to the lap she woke up in as she bolted. Inuyasha faired little better and he flattened his ears against the sound of Kagome's retching as it went straight to his temples with a throb that brought spots to his eyes.

When Kagome finally returned, Inuyasha was massaging his eyes with the heal of his hand.

"Ugh," she whispered, her hangover just as fierce. Inuyasha nodded.

As silently as she could, Kagome shuffled to her backpack and retrieved her aspirin from one of the pockets. She downed four, wincing at the bitter taste as she dry-swallowed them, before she crawled to where Inuyasha lay, now on his back.

"Here," she offered, "They'll help your head."

Inuyasha rolled towards her, eyes still squeezed shut against the early morning light that dare filter so innocuously through the shoji screen door.

Kagome knelt near him, clad in her sleepwear of shorts and a baby blue tank top, her position inadvertently bringing her chest to his eyelevel.

His headache increased tenfold as he opened his eyes and looked up to her, his gaze catching near her neck on a purplish bruise he hadn't noticed before. A purplish bruise…and fang marks.

"Oh. Shit."

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