InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call My Wife ❯ Anniversary ( Chapter 1 )

Here's my first InuYasha fic, and first one-shot. I hope you find it as entertaining as it's meant to be.
Enjoy.

Disclaimer: The fic belongs to me. The characters don't. We all know who they belong to, and how very rich and successful they have made her.
*seethes*

For `Tina,
The Littlest Hentai and my fluffy friend.

 

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It started last week. She won't let me touch her. Not even a little brush against her ass. Nothing. She's making me feel like Miroku, And it's getting on my nerves.

 

I lean over her, spooning her body from behind in our bed and breathe hot air into her ear. I press my already hard dick into the small of her back, that sweet little curve that makes her ass look like heaven, and I grunt lightly, take an earlobe softly between my lips and push myself against her again. She moves away.

 

The smell of micro-waved dinner is disguised by the mint toothpaste on my breath as I pant over the side of her cheek; my canine instincts get the better of me and make my mouth water. The warmth of her body lingers against my skin, her sweet warmth, her comforting warmth, and I need it back. The scent of her freshly washed hair and moisturized skin surrounds me and made me feel revitalized. Just like it always does.

 

I wrap my arm around her slim waist and pull her flush against me, her hair still damp from her shower after work. It's Friday, damnit, and we haven't had any time to ourselves all week. I sneak my arm up under her short nightgown and caressed the silky skin of her stomach, grazing it lightly with my claws the way she likes it. Her skin is warm and hydrated; the smoothest texture. I dip my finger into her navel and move it in slow circles; I love the feel of it, the inlet of interesting softness that makes her stomach look so sexy. My lips move from her ear to her neck, lathering it with wet kisses and light nips. She tastes incredible tonight. Like butter and coconut. Must be that new moisturizer. She moves away.

 

I almost growl, bare my fangs, they glint in the sliver of moonlight that filters into our bedroom, “Kagome,” Her name.

 

My hand reverses its upward trek under her nightgown and slides downwards and into her cotton panties. I feel only warmth. The wiry curliness of the hair there cushions my hand and I rest my palm against her. I hear her gasp and breathe heavily in the silence of the room as I part her folds with two fingers, probing her moist opening with a third. Shivers run up my spine at her velvety texture, the ripples and ridges along her walls and the silky soft muscles. I look at her face, her profile only clear from my place behind her. The pained expression in her features makes me withdraw the digit, and I give her clit a brief rub before I pull my hand away.

 

“Kagome?” Her name.

 

It so easily comes from my lips, it tastes so sweet. It so easily betrays any emotions welling inside. With her name, I can say everything and anything, all at once. Whether I like it or not.

 

She nuzzles her head further into her pillow, “I'm sorry, Inu, I had a long day at work.”

 

Wha--!?

 

I move away from her slowly, my golden eyes reflecting confusion as I watch her half-sleeping form. Rejection burns through me. It leaves my insides restless; I settle myself behind her again and lightly draped an arm around her, concern marring my features even as I fall into sleep.

 

Husband and wife for five years. Boyfriend and girlfriend for two before that; and head over heels in love for a grand total of eleven years. But hey, it's not like anyone's counting. Up until now, Kagome and I had the perfect relationship. Every single day was filled with passion and spark, smiles and laughter, kisses and moans. But recently... my dark brows furrow and my lips form an uncertain line. My eyes melt and I can feel the insecurity creeping into me, consuming me. I can't escape it.

 

Are you sick of me, Kagome?

 

I push down the thought as soon as it surfaces it ugly head. But still, it lingers. She's been denying me all week. Every time I make an advance, she pulls away. I know it's not her period, that bitch was last week, and I know she ain't pregnant; again, that bitch was last week. Something is definitely wrong. I need to get to the bottom of things.

 

I fling the sheets off my body, let the warm morning sun reach my skin and will my limbs to wake up and prepare for the day. My head feels groggy; my eyes stick together each time I blink. I just lie there for a moment, stare at the ceiling while I trouble over my wife; she's long since left for her Saturday morning appointment at the gym. I roll over at the sudden urge to bury my face into her pillow; try to make something of her scent that can clue me in on what she's thinking. I fast realize my mistake when my persistent erection presses painfully against the bed and forces me to lie on my back again. I roll my sleep-filled eyes and look down at the thing, standing tall and proud out of his nest of silver curls. Cocky bastard.

 

Keh.

 

I definitely need to get to the bottom of things.

 

 

***

 

 

I pocket my wallet when the sales assistant finishes scanning my platinum and printing the dockets off. The leather square slides easily into the back of my jeans, not sticking out too much or stretching the dark denim.

 

The clean shaven man bags the velvet case, “Thank you, sir, I hope she likes it.” He throws a wink at me and gives a short bow, to which I nod and make my way out of the high-class jeweler, swelling with pride at my extravagant purchase. A tiny bell jingles above the door as I open it and step out onto the street. I straighten the collar of my coat, use it to block out the chill of the autumn wind. It throws my loosely bound hair into a silver frenzy. Dried leaves tumble past me in a red-brown flurry and blow down the long street of the city's biggest mall. I look down at the navy blue gift bag, and can't help but smirk and tighten my grip on the handle.

 

I'm definitely getting laid tonight.

 

I walk at a brisk pace down the busy shopping street, pass boutiques and coffee shops alike. I love the smell of roasting coffee beans. It reminds me of Kagome in the morning, when she's wearing just a little nighty or my shirt and making herself a mug in the kitchen. She looks so right in my shirts. No, they don't fit her, but the way the oversized things drape over her shoulders, make her look so small and fragile. I just...feel important. I feel like she needs protecting and I'm always there to protect her. She always makes me feel important. I try my best to return the favor. Why?

 

Because I love her. I love my wife with everything I've got.

I was too shit scared to say it before, now I can't seem to say it enough.

 

I love you, Kagome. I love you.

 

I love you.

 

I'm looking forward to tonight, where I plan to set everything right and find out what the hell is going on in Kagome's complicated head. I have to know. I demand to know. If she isn't happy with something...if she isn't satisfied...I'm not doing my job as her husband, her mate. She should be happy, and I need to make damn sure that happens.

 

I've got all day to prepare, and decided to start by picking up the diamond necklace I had reserved for weeks in advance just for this occasion. I'll buy some candles next. Our 5th anniversary. This day marks the day Kagome became mine, by law and by life. This day marks the anniversary of the happiest moment in my very existence; or something like that.

 

“I do.”

 

It sounds so good.

 

If I hear that and nothing else `till the day I die, I'll die happy.

 

The sound of Kagome becoming my wife.

 

The crowd `oo' and `ahh' as we share a chaste kiss on the altar, beaming, Kagome's gloved hands wrap around my neck possessively, like they damn well should. I'm her husband now, I'm hers. We pull away and smile at each other, eyes sparkling with endless mirth and all that. I lean in to kiss her on the cheek, I love the soft feel of it against my lips, and I taste the very thin layer of makeup she's wearing. I whisper in her ear.

 

“Mine.”

 

I pull back again and stare into her eyes, I get lost in the blue. Blue-gray that draws me in so completely, I forget my way out. We completely forget our friends and family in the audience. A light blush dusts Kagome's cheeks, her skin contrasts gracefully with the pure white of her simple wedding gown. Fucking beautiful.

 

My hands drop to her waist, stroke the expensive material with my thumbs. We stay there, caught in each other, floating on some world of cliché's where everyone around us disappears and it's just the two of us, all we'll ever need. The fat priest clears his throat and we snap out of our little fluffy world, blushing like teenagers at the penetrating stares and knowing smiles that are coming from the audience.

 

The priest speaks, lifts up his hands in a grand gesture, I notice his loose sleeves roll down and reveal the blubber hanging off his upper arms, but nothing can put me off today, “I give you Mr. and Mrs. Takano InuYasha,”

 

Mr. and Mrs. Takano InuYasha. I've been waiting to hear that for ages.

 

And damn does it sound good.

 

The crowd erupts and cheers, little flower girls throw confetti all over the place, and people swamp us all of a sudden for hugs and handshakes of congratulations as we make our way down the aisle, together. Similarly, the reception erupts when the bridal party makes its way into the hall, while Shippo and Rin throw some more confetti at us. It keeps getting stuck in my hair.

 

Little ball breakers.

 

The party goes by in a blur, or is too much of the usual wedding party to be worth describing elaborately here. I just want to skip to the good stuff.

 

The good stuff begins as soon as I have Kagome squirming and giggling beneath me, sandwiched between my body and the king sized bed in our hotel suite. Her blush comes back in full force when my laughter dies down and my hands halt their tickle attack on her midsection. My eyes darken almost immediately; they become a dangerous mix of fire and gold. Heat erupts between us like the volcano in my abdomen, and suddenly every touch of her skin feels like a burn. A different kind of burn though. Not the kind you pull away from in instant reflex.

 

The kind that stirs monsters deep inside you; ransacks your rational thinking and makes you want to bury yourself deep inside your wife. I'm not wrong; it has to be that kind of burn.

 

Because that's all I want to do.

 

Kagome can feel it too. I can see it in her eyes, the way her body squirms restlessly against me, the desperate, needy movements of her hands. She inclines her head toward mine and breathes over my lips, the hot moisture condenses and makes my lips feel wet; “Mr. Takano,” She says. She's trying to be playful, act as if she has control, but I know she doesn't. Kagome is hanging on by a thread. Why else would she be clutching my tux, moving her hips in sexy unconscious circles against mine?

 

I lean on one elbow to the side of her head and begin pulling hairpins from her styled mane, flicking away the occasional bit of confetti that got stuck in there at one point or another. I run my fingers through the silky mass, voluminous black ink coating my hand and caressing my wrist. Our breath mingles as I stare at her, lost again in those blue, blue eyes; our lips brush ever so lightly, and the fire in the pit of me grows.

“Mrs. Takano,” My voice is dark, filled with power and authority, filled with promise. She's mine. She will be mine. Kagome shivers under the intensity of my voice, my gaze, and everything in my soul as I pour it out onto her, into her, my wife.

 

My wife.

 

Suddenly the heat of my weight on top of her becomes too much. She squirms. I can't help myself. It feels too good and she's too damn innocent to know what she's doing to me.

 

I smash my lips onto hers with a hard groan, pin her head to the plush pillow. Impatience seizes me, claims me, and I grind our pelvises together, the bulge in my pants already pulsing and desperate. It's throbbing, calling out to me and demanding attention, demanding release.

 

I had been thinking of my soon-to-be wife in that exact position all damn day, and the reception was just a pain. An absolute pain. I had to watch her dance around in her well fitted, enhance-every-god-damned-sexy-feature dress and shake hands and talk with family and friends, all while I seethed at my seat at our table, trying to contain my unruly hard-on as guests continuously congratulated me. Ball breakers. Anyway,

 

Back to the good stuff, I skipped that part for a reason.

 

Where was I?

Oh...

Yesss...

I feel dainty hands on my chest, the sweat on her palms cool the blazing temperature over my thundering heart. She's manages to unbutton the top half of my white shirt without my noticing. Sneaky woman.

 

Her hands spread across my pectorals, smoothing around my shoulders beneath the material. I plop gracefully - or as gracefully as a plop can get - down to her side and let her have her fill, propping myself up on an elbow and holding her close with my free arm around her waist.

 

Kagome is immediately on top of me with a giggle and she straddles me, the feel of her thighs around me ultimately arousing. She unbuttons and removes my shirt, then makes quick work of my belt and dress pants; they fall to the floor with a clunk. Her fingers graze my nipples, yes, nipples, and I hiss, buck my hips up against her. She whimpers, moans, and clenches her eyes shut, her hands taking hold of my upper arms to ground her to reality, slow things down, collect some control. This is our wedding night; she would die before we rush it. She lies down onto me, her body covering the length of my half-naked form. She pants against the bare skin of my chest, puffs of hot air stirring the fine hairs around my nipple.

 

Yeah, I said nipple. Thrice in one paragraph.

 

Hot air caresses the top of her head as I speak; “Kagome,” I smooth my large hands down her back and take a firm grip of her generous ass through her wedding dress. It's so firm and round to touch.

 

We both gasp at the way it makes our sexes grind together, the delicious friction it causes when I press her down onto me. I swallow hard and try to form a sentence, but only manage syllables between deep breaths, “I...need...y--” I try to tell her how much I want her; how much I need her; how badly my entire body is aching for her.

 

It aches.

 

Her hands fly up to my shoulders again and clutch tightly. She uses the grip as leverage and starts moving up and down against me, makes the warmth between us heat even more, and the fiery place between her legs meet my length, the part of me she needs the most.

 

Kill me if I don't give it to her.

 

Overall, the motion effectively renders my brain useless and my thought process to zero, and whatever romantic endearment I had in mind flies quickly past the translucent cream curtains and out the window. Damn. It was good, too.

 

My eyes clench shut as her efforts double, grinding us together, and I renew my grip on her posterior, I squeeze and push her down as much as I can. The sensation...

 

Orgasmic.

 

She lets go of my shoulders and I bite back a whimper at her reluctant expression. She pants against my chest; “Inu...Yasha,” My name. I'd die hearing her say that, too. I can't help my hands fly from her butt to the clips on the back of her gown, impatience owning me once again. I flick them apart, two by two, and she tries to speak, “Inu...wait,” wait?

 

Wait!?

 

I push down the impatience. Force my desire into a secondary need. Kagome comes first, and Kagome doesn't want to rush things. She wants this special night to be exactly that. But now that I finally have my beloved miko in my arms, and not anyone else's, it's difficult to move slowly. She speaks again; “We need to slow down,” I hear myself grumble and protest, and I renew my efforts on the back of her dress, desperate to expose more creamy expanse of back, “I've been looking forward to this all day, but-” I growl and cut her off, bare my short fangs, demand submission.

”Shut up, Kagome,” I tear the back of her dress open, claws grazing the length of her bare skin, and absolutely loving the way it makes her shudder and arch herself against me; “I've been looking forward to this for years,”

 

A large hand snakes up and I grip the base of her head, yanking her down and kissing her. Hard. Red lipstick smudges around and leaves a mark on the both of us, big, pink smears that cover our lips and make me look like a girl. I shift my length against her thigh in silent reassurance.

 

Kagome pulls away and sits up on top of me, her thighs clenching around me and solely pull her body up in an erotic show of strength. She runs her hands through her hair while I lie back, useless, with my hands on her hips, and I watch her shake the silky mass of locks loose. Raw lust blurs my vision when her eyes meet mine, spearing me with that damn blue-gray colour. I inwardly groan at the picture she makes. Her hair spilt over her shoulders, her skin tinted pink and tasty, and her wedding dress scrunched up around her waist as she straddles me with practiced ease. My brows furrow together at the effort it takes to keep myself in check. And what an effort it takes.

 

My hands itch to throw her down and manhandle her, pull at her hair and spread her legs wide; tear off that dress and see how far down the blush goes. They itch. They ache.

 

Everything aches.

 

Her eyes catch mine. The colour, the feelings inside them. I can see her soul. It thrills me, fills me with fantastic tremors, and pulls me in again. I'm lost. I absently notice the way she leans down towards me, licks my jaw line, and plays with my ears. She carefully strips before me, removing the wedding dress like it's the most fragile thing in the world. I'm still useless, lost in her eyes, her warmth, as she pulls my briefs off me and giggles as my erection springs out eagerly toward her. She shuffles down and I feel her breath fanning around my thighs, my head falls back and I close my eyes to concentrate on the sensation. Her hot, hot tongue flicks out and drags a long, wet lick from the base of my cock to the tip. The sensation...

 

Fuck.

 

Ah, shit.

 

How long has the candle lady been watching me? Ah, shit.

 

Huge boner.

 

My eyes dart nervously away from the middle-aged woman's disgusted stare to the crushed candle in my hand. Apparently, I found the wax was very arousing and decided to mush it in my fist while I was re-living my wedding night. The lady scoffs and the heavy golden chains around her neck jingle as she whips around and stomps towards the counter. I pull my coat closed to cover myself as much as I can, regretting my choice of tight denim jeans. Tight...

 

The smell of a thousand candles assaults my nose and I sneeze a little in an effort to get used to it. I try to single out the smells; find the individual candles that bear the nicest scent for Kagome, the one that will set the perfect mood tonight and complement the desserts I plan to share with her.

 

I pick out a few rosy coloured candles that smell like vanilla, her favourite, and make my way to the cash register where the candle lady is standing, with the price for the one I crushed already entered into the machine. Her nostrils are flaring and I notice from this distance that her mascara is blotched and smudgy. Thick, purple and pink eye shadow paints her eye lids and I notice a puffy mole by her crackled lips. I can't help my nose twitch when I see a wiry hair sticking out of it.

 

Bye, bye, boner.

 

Her voice makes it worse. Screechy, bitchy, whiny; “That's $20, sir.”

 

Rip off.

 

I hand the mole-lady her money, eager to get home and start fixing the place up for tonight; “Here you go,” whore.

 

I smirk and let arrogance take over for a moment when I notice a group of girls staring at me as I step out of the scented shop, straightening my posture and strutting down the mall, a bag of candles in one hand and a bag of jewelry in the other. Yeah. Really masculine, Inu. The day wears on as I pick up a few extras here and there for Kagome's surprise and it isn't until the afternoon that I'm done. My feet are tired from walking all day and I wonder how women put themselves through the same thing - and love it.

 

Our house isn't a big one; but the decorations inside are apparently great. I had no idea that putting a black stool next to a lamp suddenly made the room promote `calm' feelings. I don't like it because it makes me feel calm; I like it because Kagome put it there. I make my way across the carpeted dining room and drop off the desert ingredients into the fridge. Time to start on the bedroom. I have candles and flowers ready to set up around the bed, but opt against flicking rose petals all over the place. Too corny.

 

Ah, shit, it's getting late. The red and orange hues of the sky above the setting sun cast a soft glow that warms the room. I open the door to our bedroom, eager to finish setting everything up before Kagome gets here.

 

“Okaeri, InuYasha,”

 

Woah.

 

I think I dropped the candles and flowers, but I can't really be sure. I can only guess that the sound of rustling plastic and a thud against the plush carpet was the sound of my shopping meeting the floor. But it didn't matter.

 

It didn't matter at all.

 

“Come here, baby,”

 

The supremely lusty, desperate quality of her voice may make me loose it. Or it may be the setting sunlight glowing behind her, the way it makes the edges of her hair shine brown, surrounding her in a halo. It may be the way the red silk spills over the bed, pools onto the floor. It may be the way her delicate hand is rubbing a spot on the soft material, inviting me to join her.

 

It may be the fact that she's utterly naked, wet and shiny from that delicious buttery coconut moisturizer she uses, the way the cream makes me think of rubbing it all over her. Or the way her thick hair looks so messy and full, tumbling down to reach just below her shoulders. Perhaps, the way her eyes have darkened to a deep blue, almost black.

 

Or all of the above.

 

I stumble towards her and strip my clothes as fast as I can. Kagome giggles when I trip over my boxers in my haste and land on the bed, it makes her eyes sparkle, makes her breasts jiggle a little. I'm suddenly consumed by the softness of the silk and the warmth of her body as my head lands on her lap and my hair fans silver over her thighs, her warm thighs. She's so moist she's almost slippery. Kagome looks down at me, and every doubt that has been festering in my mind all week is obliterated by the love and adoration in those dark blue eyes.

 

She smiles, beautiful, “Happy anniversary, InuYasha.”

 

I look up at her from my place in her lap and she draws circles around my chest, sitting up and leaning her weight on one arm, “Happy anniversary, wench,” I look around and notice rose petals. I would have thought they were corny, but I liked them because Kagome put them there; “how long have you been planning all this?” She smiled knowingly.

 

“All week,” how simple. How obvious.

Wait. So this is why-?

 

“This is why you tortured me for seven days!?” Giggles became full-blown laughter and I was too entranced in the way she threw her head back and exposed her neck to be angry at her; “Not fair.” The laughter dies down a bit and she clutches her stomach to keep it in.

 

Her eyes sparkle with mirth. I love it; “Aww, poor baby,”

 

I feel ridiculous, but I pout. I do it partly because she thinks it's adorable and it'll likely get me something special later, I do it mostly because- Because-

 

It's just not fair!

 

“Kagome!” I try to keep the whine from my voice; “I was worried! I thought there was something seriously wrong with you!” I sit up and instantly miss her warmth, but I know I need to get a point across, and I can't do it when the smell of her pussy is surrounding me and my mouth is centimeters from the taste. “And look-” I gesture toward the candles and presents I bought her “-you ruined the surprise I had planned for you.” My shoulders slump in defeat. Now she'd never know how much effort I put into it!

 

She just keeps smiling.

 

“You don't like my surprise, InuYasha?”

 

“Hmph.”

 

She leans herself against my hunched back, pressing those moisturized breasts against me. I can feel the texture of her nipples, the pebbly feeling of her hardened tips on my skin, “I can fix that,” she leans over and takes one of my ears into her velvety mouth, licking and nibbling at the furry skin. It feels like...wait. Still not fair. My ears flick away from her grip and she `humphs' much the same way I did; “Oh, fine.”

 

Kagome shifts her way off the bed, sliding easily along the silk. She walks toward the dropped bag, the soft cheeks of her butt moving with her legs, swaying with her hips. She drops down and reaches an arm into the ruffled plastic. The way she is crouching, spreading her legs a little and letting her dizzying scent drift its way toward me only serves to remind me of the solid rock between my legs. I need to look away or else...Or else.

 

Or else I'll spear her to the ground right there and fuck her so hard she'll have carpet burn for a month.

 

I look away.

 

I hear her giggle and make her way over to me, the smell of vanilla softly caressing my nose. I turn my head just a little and she's standing behind me, holding the lit candle with one of those gorgeous smiles on her face.

 

“Vanilla,” she says, her eyes glittering in appreciation at me, “my favourite. I love it.”

 

Don't look at me like that Kagome.

 

You have no idea how happy it makes me.

 

She keeps smiling at me, her face glowing from the light of the candle cupped in her hands and the pure happiness that's plastered on her face. All I can do is `hmph' again. She laughs.

 

Kagome sets the candle on the bedside table on my side and walks back to the bag curiously. I listen to her feet sinking into the plush carpet and the plastic rustling of her search while I stare at the candle in front of me. The flame is long, smooth, and barely flickers. Hypnotizing, the combination of orange fire and vanilla. Worth 20 bucks after all.

 

Kagome's call came from her place at the doorway, where the bag lays, “InuYasha?”

 

“Mm?” I answer absent-mindedly, still mesmerized by the candle's flame.

 

She calls me again, demanding attention, “InuYasha,” and I tear my gaze from the light. I meet a much more mesmerizing sight.

 

She's walking slowly towards me, mouth slightly agape and fingers delicately touching the web of diamonds laced around her neck. The candlelight dances orange and yellow over her skin and I can see it's reflection in her awestruck eyes. The light thrashes and multiplies from diamond to diamond, setting the necklace afire on her skin.

 

Absolutely beautiful.

 

Her eyes leave the floor at her feet and meet mine, passion erupting in her blue depths. She drops the velvet box to the side without another thought and approaches me; her fingers go from the diamonds to her collarbone and further down to clutch a breast. She licks her lips and her eyes never leave mine.

 

I'm definitely getting laid tonight.

 

She reaches me and I shift to the edge of the bed, facing her, and she stands between my legs, her hands on my shoulders; she begins, sounding a little out of breath, “When did you-?”

 

“Picked it out a couple moths ago. Bought it today.”

 

“You...” she seems uncertain, searching for words to describe what she's feeling, “I...”

 

It's hard, isn't it, Kagome?

 

Because of my inability to express myself in words, you'll never know just how much I love you. And I doubt you love me as much as I love you. There's just no way you'd love me this- this much. She does what I usually do; tell her how I feel with action rather than words.

 

She hugs me tightly to her body, buries my face between her full breasts. She lifts her leg and gently rubs my straining member with her knee, her hands moving to the top of my head and rubbing my ears sensuously. She whispers into one appendage before drawing it into her mouth; “I love it.” I feel her pushing me back onto the bed, her nails lightly run down my chest as I fall. She drops to her knees; sitting on some silk pooled at the bottom of the bed and she buries her face between my legs. I can feel her lips, nose, eyelashes...

 

“Kagome,” I choke out her name and thread my fingers through her hair in appreciation, I shiver when her dainty, smooth hands scratch their way lightly up my shins and caress my calves. I love the way they grasp and massage my thighs, the way one cups my sac gently and the other grips the base of my manhood; “Kagome...!” I cry out as wetness covers my tip. Her mouth is on me already!

 

She must really like the necklace.

 

I can't help it. My hips buck against her and I jab myself into her mouth; my eyes go wide as slick hotness covers me to the hilt. Then she starts sucking.

 

“S-shit!” I grab at the silk, not satisfied at all when it slips from my grasp. I can feel my nails biting at the skin in my palm. She's sucking harder. “Please...”, my chest is heaving, my lungs are taking up all the room, they push on my racing heart, make it beat even faster. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a twitch deep in my hip goes spastic when she moans over my length, and the tremors and vibrations of her voice that run through me are felt in every cell. My sac tightens in her persistent grip and I explode, “'G-gome!”

 

The room detonates into white around me and I collapse completely into the silk.

 

I regain my wits and she's still between my legs, lapping eagerly at the mess I made, cleaning my half-flaccid cock; “K'gome...”

 

She looks up at me and I nearly orgasm again. My cum is dripping down her chin, her hair stuck to the thick cream around her mouth, her lips move, but I barely hear the sound, “It was torture for me, too.” My mind is still foggy, and I'm concentrating too much on what's on her mouth instead of what's coming out of it.

 

Ah. Some control over my voice, “Wha-? What do you mean?”

 

“You said this week has been torture,” she reminds me, “it's been torture for me, too,”

 

I scoff, “Yeah, right.”

 

She frowns, and oh gods does it make her look hot, “InuYasha, I want you just as much as you want me,” she crawls up my body and straddles my abs, “I need you so much...all the time.” I try to ignore the way her hips rotate ever so slightly, the wetness that's smearing around on my skin with the movement.

 

The childish whine comes back to my voice, “Then why didn't you let me fuck you?” I put my hands on her hips to hold them still, claws digging into flesh lightly, “I was going crazy, Kagome.”

 

She smiles and rests her palms flat on my chest, “I wanted tonight to be extra special, you know, build up anticipation...”

 

“Building anticipation!? I wasn't anticipating anything! I thought you were pissed at me!”

 

She grinds backwards against my obvious erection, “I definitely built something up...” she laughs lightly when I growl at her, “I'm sorry, InuYasha,” her eyes reflected genuine concern, and then mischief and lust, and interesting combination that I just love to see, “I'll make up for it, I promise.”

 

I pout again, and look away, “Keh. I didn't even get to surprise you properly.”

 

She leans down and grabs my chin, forcing me to face her and accept the kiss she plants on my lips. I can feel her breasts hanging down and pressing on my chest, the diamonds brushing my collarbone are cold in comparison. She pulls away a short distance and whispers darkly against my mouth, “Let me show you how much I liked the surprise” Kagome rolls off me and pulls me on top of her, fitting me snugly between her legs and in her arms.

 

“Tell me what you want, InuYasha. You can have anything.” She sneaks an arm between us and fingers her new diamonds, “I'll do anything.”

 

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her, glowing in the half-melted candle's light. I brace myself on my arms and lift most of my weight, my eyes soften and I speak from my heart, “I just want you, Kagome.” She looks almost disappointed.

 

Here I am, spilling my soul out, and she's disappointed?

 

She wiggles from under me and moves higher on the bed, seating herself in the middle and among a pile of rose petals. “InuYasha, I'm willing to do anything...” I crawl towards her and muster up as much sincerity as I can;

 

“I just want you, Kagome.”

 

And it's the truth.

 

I frown when she moves again, but it doesn't last long. She gets on all fours before me and raises her round ass into the vanilla-scented air, presenting herself, submitting completely. A growl rumbles in my chest and she flicks her hair and looks at me over her shoulder with lust-clouded blue. I feel a trail of saliva drip down my chin and a trail of pre-cum drip down my dick.

 

“How do you want me, InuYasha?”

 

I force away the red that bleeds into my eyes.

 

She gasps when claws dig into her hips and she's drawn backwards onto my lap, my pulsing member jutting out between her legs, the base pressing against her mound. My hands are iron on her and I lift her, rotating her hips to rub the seeping tip of my cock around her opening. I pull her down. Hard.

 

The sensation...

 

Knee-trembling, mouth-watering, bone-shattering, mind-numbing, awe-inspiring--

 

“You feel so fucking good,” My hands tremble at their place on her hips and my insides coil when her silky, wet, warm muscles ripple around my manhood; “This isn't fair...” she shifts against me, getting impatient, and I hold her in place, “Nothing should feel this good, Kagome.” And it only gets better.

 

Her muscles, those secret muscles she has so much control over, clench around me sporadically, forcing pleasure flare up in both of us. “It's supposed to feel this good...” The fire, the temperature. Everything feels so hot.

 

Her eyes are clenched shut and her back arches, pushing out her breasts and the diamond necklace around her neck. My hand covers a globe in a heartbeat, cupping the weight and soft roundness in my palm. My mouth is on her neck and my other hand is pinching and pulling at her clit, making her shudder; making her whine.

 

I release her breast and let her move against me, rolling her hips every which way rather than moving up and down. I scoop up a pile of rose petals as an experiment and rub them up the center of her chest, past her belly button and between her breasts.

 

Her hands cover mine, one holding the petals against her skin and the other rubbing her aroused nub, “Oh, InuYasha!” She thrusts her breasts out further, begging for attention. I run my palm and the petals over a globe; scrape my nails over a rosy, stiff, nipple. She arches her back even more and the back of her head is on my shoulder, her ass pressing into my stomach. I try to contain the writhing woman in my lap as she shakes and whimpers in release.

 

Her insides tremble, they draw me in and I let the red in my eyes take over.

 

I seize hold of her hips, lift her up and slam her back down my length, let her ride out her orgasm and clench those inner muscles some more, “InuYasha!” My claws lengthen and pierce her, thin trails of her blood run down the curve of her thigh, matching the red silk and the crimson rose petals scattered over our legs. My lips and tongue are on her again, licking, nipping, and biting, at her shoulders, neck and ears. Her head thrashes back and her hair whips against my skin. She screams my name.

 

And it sounds so fucking good.

 

I feel the effects of a week's abstinence, the desperate pumping of seed into my cock, the thick load of cum I shoot into my wife, hitting her very core violently as I succumb to orgasm. I snap my head backwards and feel my hair tickling my back, mixing with Kagome's raven tresses. A moan tears through my throat, animalistic and guttural,

 

“Kagome!”

 

Then, collapse.

 

I'm on my back, absolutely satisfied and completely useless.

 

We lay there, Kagome scooped up in my arms, until the candle burns into a pile of wax on my bedside table. The smell of vanilla is still thick in the air, sweet and intoxicating. It mixes with the fresh smell of Kagome's scent laced strongly with mine. Easily my favourite smell. I find it arousing, but my body is too spent to react to its call.

 

“InuYasha?”

 

I almost fell asleep, “Mm?”

 

“Happy anniversary,” she snuggles in closer to me and I feel rose petals caught between our bodies, her soft, firm stomach and the ridges and bumps on my torso, and then the hardness of the diamonds splayed over her chest, “I love you, InuYasha.”

 

I love you too, Kagome. You have no idea just how much.

 

“Mm” I manage in response.

 

She smiles and laughs lightly, her breath tickles the sensitive skin on my collarbone, “Did I wear you out, Mr. Takano?” A dainty hand traces patterns on a pectoral, circling around the nipple. I feel stirring below.

 

“Keh.” I'm not getting much sleep tonight, am I?

 

She mimics my tone, “Keh.”

 

I only pull her closer, and don't ever plan on letting go;

 

This woman I call my wife.

 

 

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R&R!

 

A/N: Fixed some dodgy grammar this second time round, but there's probably still a handful of crap in there ._.
Expect some kind of sequel to this sometime soon ^^ Once I get the time... and once I update Pistol-Whipped...

Sometime soon...