InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Twin Peaks ( Chapter 73 )

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

Title: Twin Peaks
Community: First Tweak
Theme: Mountain
Place Earned: 2nd
Rating: R
Genre: Hentai, Fluff
Universe: Canon post-manga
Word count: 457
Summary: In which we find out what kind of man Inuyasha is…
Warnings: sexual content
 
 
**Warning: this story contains sexual content. Adults only, please**
 
 
Twin Peaks
 
She slept soundly facing him, halfway between lying on her side and on her back. It was the perfect angle, Inuyasha reflected as he gently pushed down the blankets, revealing her bare chest. He loved Kagome's body, from the flat plain of her stomach, to the perfectly rounded hills of her ass. But there was one part of her that he adored most of all. Or rather, two parts.
 
Her twin peaks had captivated him ever since he first had the chance to sample them on their wedding night. Filled with the pertness and vigor of youth, they never lost their shape, always maintaining their form no matter how his hands, lips, or even feeble gravity acted upon them. And yet, despite their firmness, they were the softest things he had ever touched. So yielding yet resilient, they were a delightful contradiction, one that continued to mesmerize him to this day.
 
He climbed her matching mountains often, his questing fingers acting as miniature hikers upon her silky skin. The mountains would come alive, writhing and shivering as the summits grew to their full and glorious potential. Her sensitivity amazed him, and he was always sure to worship her peaks to his heart's content. The view was just as breathtaking, watching them jiggle as she walked or smoothly rise and fall with her breathing as she slept. On some nights, when she slumbered with her back against his chest, his hand always found one of her breasts during the night, cupping it possessively but tenderly. Perhaps that was when he enjoyed them the most. It reminded him that he wasn't simply dreaming up insanities; a hanyou like him really was allowed—and welcomed—to touch such an incredible woman. As unfathomable as that was, he knew it was the truth in those extraordinary moments. He would always cherish that knowledge, almost as much as he cherished Kagome herself.
 
She stirred suddenly, shivering slightly with the chill, and rolled over onto her other side, thereby depriving him of his view. Grinning wryly, he reached for the blankets before thinking better of it. He knew a much more pleasurable way to warm her up. He moved so his body was pressed flush against hers, his questing hand seeking and finding its favorite mate. He teased her nipple, gradually drawing it to hardness as he gently kissed and suckled her neck. She shifted, groaning under his attentions. She continued to lie there, moaning softly as his reverential hand and skilled tongue roused her to full wakefulness. And when she rolled over onto her back, wrapping her arms around his neck and capturing his lips with her own, his intrepid little climbers set about conquering the mighty twin peaks all over again…