InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Trouble with Tourists ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. Inuyasha and Kagome are property of Rumiko Takahashi.

"Are you sure they’re still there?"

"Of course, I’m sure." Clawed hands caught Kagome by the waist as she started to stand. "Damn it, woman, do you want to get caught?" Silver ears swiveled back and forth, scanning for threats.

Sure, it wasn’t like his legs were going numb from crouching for so long. Hell, if he wanted to badly enough, he could be across the courtyard, into the house, and safely hidden away in her room so quickly no one would ever see him. It was only her hissed threats of castration if he abandoned her that had kept him from doing just that.

Still, a small voice in the back of her mind warned that castration would be self-punishment in the long run. Of course, that little voice was the same one that had gotten her into this to begin with. To think, she had actually believed the voice when it told her that the gift shop’s counter looked inviting… Flushing at the memory of the cold Formica beneath her bare shoulder blades and the curve of her bottom, she ordered the voice to shut up and return to its gutter, then closed her eyes and attempted to will the images away. Not that it worked. Oh, no. The sound of Inuyasha shifting next to her was more than enough to bring them right back with a hearty groan. Which he heard, if the sharp movement of his right ear and the low rumble from his chest were any indication. Glare firmly back in place, she flicked her hand, wordlessly demanding silence.

It had been his idea, anyway. She didn’t see how it was any better than in a bedroom. It wasn’t like it was a big deal when Inuyasha had laid her out on the counter and crawled his way up her body, nostrils flaring as he breathed in her arousal before he slid into her warmth. Like it mattered that the sounds of their pants and moans seemed to echo off the display cases and return in an erotic chorus. And who cared if in the moment of her climax, her head had fallen back and over the counter’s edge, and the ensuing blood rush had caused her to see stars as she came?

Really, all that mattered was they were now stuck. Leave it to some nosey American tourist to see their clothes lying in a heap outside the door and decide to be some sort of sadistic good Samaritan by folding them up and carrying them to the main house. And leave it to a whole busload of apparently like-minded sadistic tourists to decide to have lunch under the Goshinboku. Which all brought Kagome right back to her current situation: crouched behind a display case, naked as the day she was born, and desperate to reach the safety of her house.

She strengthened the force of her glare, wondering if it was possible to channel some reiyouki into it. Really, castration was looking good.