I do not own InuYasha or any characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
Broken Interlude
Their lips brushed, soft, satin over satin,
deep in the moment -
for a time,
nothing existed
but the taste of each other,
the touch of warm skin sliding against warm,
the smell of love,
silver hair dancing with black,
amber eyes locked to gray
crescendoing electric.
Amazing how quickly that moment shattered -
hungry baby's nap time over.