Eh, I have no idea if this is worth sticking up, but whatever. I wrote it awhile back, it goes with the blanket challenge fic, kinda. And it's a frigging .txt file, too. I have since learned to hate those, but that's how I saved it so that's what I'm stuck with.
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Inu-Yasha pulled Kagome's legs tighter around his waist. He almost couldn't feel his hands, and the school uniform she wore certainly wasn't keeping her warm! He'd given her his kimono when it had blown up… out of nowhere and in the late days of spring. They hadn't been prepared for such a thing.
He staggered as the wind whipped viciously around him, straining for a sight of some form of shelter. Right now, he'd settle for a hollowed out tree! But there was nothing, nothing but whirling snow.
He didn't know how long he'd been walking when he finally spotted the darkness. He moved towards it, hoping against hope that it was more than a large boulder this time. He couldn't feel his hands now, and Kagome was a dead weight. He was pretty sure she wasn't dead, but he wasn't certain. The dark blob was closer, and the wind swept the snow from his view just long enough to allow his heart to leap. A cave! Shelter. He made for it, struggling through the drifts until he fell inside.
Inu-Yasha gasped, the frigid wind no longer able to reach them. He tried standing, failed, and contented himself with half-crawling and half-dragging himself and his cargo deeper into the sheltering cave. A few blinks later, his eyes had adjusted enough to see nothing else occupied the cave. His poor nose was so cold he couldn't have smelled fresh Ramen. A pile of leaves, there. He dragged Kagome to it, dumping her into them.
*****
"Hypothermia? What's that?" Inu-Yasha asked. Kagome was studying, again.
"Freezing to death. This first-aid course is on how to treat hypothermia."
"It's almost summer! Why learn something like that?" He grabbed the book from her hands, only to have his face meet the ground, painfully. The book was snatched away, and Kagome had read the entire thing aloud, sitting him whenever he tried to get away.
*****
Now, he could appreciate it. They were both frozen to the core. He turned to the pack, dumping it out on the cave floor. One blanket. One light blanket, suitable for the weather they should have been having. He cursed, then set to work stripping her clothes. The flimsy thing would at least be good to rub her down with, and he performed the duty with a vengeance. Her lips weren't blue when he finished, and even he felt a little warmer. "Body heat, body heat. Oh, dammit!"
Snarling, he stripped out of his own frozen clothing, and rubbed himself down furiously. He glared at Kagome, the look lost on the unconscious girl, before curling around her and pulling the feeble excuse for a blanket over them both. Where was his kimono? He sat up, grabbed it, and shook it angrily, tossing ice and snow off it. He pulled that over them as well, which helped tremendously.
For awhile. And then, he was shivering uncontrollably, and Kagome wasn't in any better shape. Although, at least now she was awake too. "Inu-Yasha?"
"What?"
"I'm cold."
"Keh! Of course you're cold, stupid. There's a blizzard going on outside, or had you forgotten?"
She twisted, putting her arms around him. "No. And I'm cold, Inu-Yasha."
He'd thought he couldn't get any colder. But his blood even seemed to freeze when she'd moved, and his whole body got stiff. "K… Kagome?" She'd begun rubbing her hands over him. "Wh… what are you doing?"
"Getting warm." She ducked her head, nuzzling against his chest. He very nearly bolted from under the blanket when she licked him.
"Warm? How is licking me going to…" His eyes crossed, voice dying as her hand drifted down his stomach, then…. "KAGOME! What do you think you're doing?"
"Inu-Yasha? What's wrong? It's so cold!" she whimpered. "I just want to be warm." She pressed against him, nuzzling again. "Keep me warm."
He didn't know what to do. She was still rubbing him, and hesitantly, he returned the favor. The friction warmed his hands enough that he began to understand why she hadn't stopped. But that didn't explain her hand's current location. "Kagome?"
"Keep me warm." Her leg slipped over his and she pulled him closer. "Please?"
His ears flattened. Was she aware of what she was doing? Of what she was asking? Was she asking for what it seemed like she was? "Ka… Kagome? Do you… do you want me to… to…." His voice dissolved into a groan when she ground herself against him, her tongue flickering across his chest again as she did so. He had her pinned against the floor a second later. She arched up to him, her fingers trailing around his ears as she did. Desire flooded him, and he took what she offered so willingly.
Kagome woke slowly. Something heavy and warm rested on top of her, pinning her down. She blinked, brushing white hair from her face. Inu-Yasha? His head rested on her shoulder, his hair spilling across her breasts. It took her a moment to realize they were both naked. And that it was his sleeping form that had her pinned. And that they were very intimately joined. "INU-YASHA!!!!"
Golden eyes shot open, and he jerked awake, fangs bared as he looked around the cave to see what danger threatened. "What is it?"
"Inu-Yasha. Where are our clothes?" She enunciated every word carefully, to ensure he understood she was upset.
"Clothes?" He stared down from where he poised over her, puzzled. He shifted his weight, recognizing he'd never left her body, and his eyes widened. "You… you didn't… you didn't…" his voice wavered, "You don't…" He remembered every detail of night, every cry, every moan, each touch and caress. He remembered her begging him to please her, remembered her sleepy whisper as she finally dropped off to sleep. He rolled away, blinking rapidly. "Your clothes, they're right here." He threw them at her, and hastily donned his own. She hadn't meant it. She hadn't wanted him. She didn't love him. He blinked harder.
"Sit, boy." The threatening tears flowed. He didn't bother to get up. He just turned his head away from her so she wouldn't know. "Sit, boy." She repeated it a few more times, noticing the dried blood on her thighs and the pain between her legs. He took it, not bothering to call her a bitch, no longer caring enough to defend himself. The mess he'd made of her backpack and her supplies earned him several more sits as she packed it back up.
He just laid there. The tears had dried. She hadn't meant it. He'd thought… He rubbed at his eyes impatiently. She hadn't. Obviously. So there was no use in wishing she had, no use in thinking she had. No more meaning to the fleeting happiness he'd felt, the idea of being accepted as he was, the idea he wouldn't be alone anymore. She hadn't meant any of it. He meant nothing to her.
The trip back to the village was made in absolute silence. Inu-Yasha barely noticed that the snow had already mostly melted away, leaving only a patch or two behind. He followed Kagome by scent alone, never once looking up from the ground he concentrated so much attention on. At the God Tree, he stopped, looking to the place he'd once been pinned, then darting high into the branches. Kagome, oblivious, continued to the village.
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Inu-Yasha pulled Kagome's legs tighter around his waist. He almost couldn't feel his hands, and the school uniform she wore certainly wasn't keeping her warm! He'd given her his kimono when it had blown up… out of nowhere and in the late days of spring. They hadn't been prepared for such a thing.
He staggered as the wind whipped viciously around him, straining for a sight of some form of shelter. Right now, he'd settle for a hollowed out tree! But there was nothing, nothing but whirling snow.
He didn't know how long he'd been walking when he finally spotted the darkness. He moved towards it, hoping against hope that it was more than a large boulder this time. He couldn't feel his hands now, and Kagome was a dead weight. He was pretty sure she wasn't dead, but he wasn't certain. The dark blob was closer, and the wind swept the snow from his view just long enough to allow his heart to leap. A cave! Shelter. He made for it, struggling through the drifts until he fell inside.
Inu-Yasha gasped, the frigid wind no longer able to reach them. He tried standing, failed, and contented himself with half-crawling and half-dragging himself and his cargo deeper into the sheltering cave. A few blinks later, his eyes had adjusted enough to see nothing else occupied the cave. His poor nose was so cold he couldn't have smelled fresh Ramen. A pile of leaves, there. He dragged Kagome to it, dumping her into them.
*****
"Hypothermia? What's that?" Inu-Yasha asked. Kagome was studying, again.
"Freezing to death. This first-aid course is on how to treat hypothermia."
"It's almost summer! Why learn something like that?" He grabbed the book from her hands, only to have his face meet the ground, painfully. The book was snatched away, and Kagome had read the entire thing aloud, sitting him whenever he tried to get away.
*****
Now, he could appreciate it. They were both frozen to the core. He turned to the pack, dumping it out on the cave floor. One blanket. One light blanket, suitable for the weather they should have been having. He cursed, then set to work stripping her clothes. The flimsy thing would at least be good to rub her down with, and he performed the duty with a vengeance. Her lips weren't blue when he finished, and even he felt a little warmer. "Body heat, body heat. Oh, dammit!"
Snarling, he stripped out of his own frozen clothing, and rubbed himself down furiously. He glared at Kagome, the look lost on the unconscious girl, before curling around her and pulling the feeble excuse for a blanket over them both. Where was his kimono? He sat up, grabbed it, and shook it angrily, tossing ice and snow off it. He pulled that over them as well, which helped tremendously.
For awhile. And then, he was shivering uncontrollably, and Kagome wasn't in any better shape. Although, at least now she was awake too. "Inu-Yasha?"
"What?"
"I'm cold."
"Keh! Of course you're cold, stupid. There's a blizzard going on outside, or had you forgotten?"
She twisted, putting her arms around him. "No. And I'm cold, Inu-Yasha."
He'd thought he couldn't get any colder. But his blood even seemed to freeze when she'd moved, and his whole body got stiff. "K… Kagome?" She'd begun rubbing her hands over him. "Wh… what are you doing?"
"Getting warm." She ducked her head, nuzzling against his chest. He very nearly bolted from under the blanket when she licked him.
"Warm? How is licking me going to…" His eyes crossed, voice dying as her hand drifted down his stomach, then…. "KAGOME! What do you think you're doing?"
"Inu-Yasha? What's wrong? It's so cold!" she whimpered. "I just want to be warm." She pressed against him, nuzzling again. "Keep me warm."
He didn't know what to do. She was still rubbing him, and hesitantly, he returned the favor. The friction warmed his hands enough that he began to understand why she hadn't stopped. But that didn't explain her hand's current location. "Kagome?"
"Keep me warm." Her leg slipped over his and she pulled him closer. "Please?"
His ears flattened. Was she aware of what she was doing? Of what she was asking? Was she asking for what it seemed like she was? "Ka… Kagome? Do you… do you want me to… to…." His voice dissolved into a groan when she ground herself against him, her tongue flickering across his chest again as she did so. He had her pinned against the floor a second later. She arched up to him, her fingers trailing around his ears as she did. Desire flooded him, and he took what she offered so willingly.
Kagome woke slowly. Something heavy and warm rested on top of her, pinning her down. She blinked, brushing white hair from her face. Inu-Yasha? His head rested on her shoulder, his hair spilling across her breasts. It took her a moment to realize they were both naked. And that it was his sleeping form that had her pinned. And that they were very intimately joined. "INU-YASHA!!!!"
Golden eyes shot open, and he jerked awake, fangs bared as he looked around the cave to see what danger threatened. "What is it?"
"Inu-Yasha. Where are our clothes?" She enunciated every word carefully, to ensure he understood she was upset.
"Clothes?" He stared down from where he poised over her, puzzled. He shifted his weight, recognizing he'd never left her body, and his eyes widened. "You… you didn't… you didn't…" his voice wavered, "You don't…" He remembered every detail of night, every cry, every moan, each touch and caress. He remembered her begging him to please her, remembered her sleepy whisper as she finally dropped off to sleep. He rolled away, blinking rapidly. "Your clothes, they're right here." He threw them at her, and hastily donned his own. She hadn't meant it. She hadn't wanted him. She didn't love him. He blinked harder.
"Sit, boy." The threatening tears flowed. He didn't bother to get up. He just turned his head away from her so she wouldn't know. "Sit, boy." She repeated it a few more times, noticing the dried blood on her thighs and the pain between her legs. He took it, not bothering to call her a bitch, no longer caring enough to defend himself. The mess he'd made of her backpack and her supplies earned him several more sits as she packed it back up.
He just laid there. The tears had dried. She hadn't meant it. He'd thought… He rubbed at his eyes impatiently. She hadn't. Obviously. So there was no use in wishing she had, no use in thinking she had. No more meaning to the fleeting happiness he'd felt, the idea of being accepted as he was, the idea he wouldn't be alone anymore. She hadn't meant any of it. He meant nothing to her.
The trip back to the village was made in absolute silence. Inu-Yasha barely noticed that the snow had already mostly melted away, leaving only a patch or two behind. He followed Kagome by scent alone, never once looking up from the ground he concentrated so much attention on. At the God Tree, he stopped, looking to the place he'd once been pinned, then darting high into the branches. Kagome, oblivious, continued to the village.