I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
One Hot Night
He examines her
as the hot moonlight
streams through the window,
breathless in the summer night.
She is dressed
in shadow and pearl,
nothing more,
her black hair cascading over the pillow,
the pale light highlighting
the soft lines,
the twin peaks of her breasts,
the outline of her nose,
the soft skin of a thigh.
His claw-tipped hand ghosts over
where the light lingers,
drawing a gentle line
from knee to hip
watching as she shifts in her sleep.
Laying his head next to hers,
a singular triangular ear twitches
as he outlines her lips
draws his fingers across her lips,
tracing the line of her cheek.
"Too hot," she murmurs,
wrinkling her nose and rolling over.
With a sigh, he kisses her shoulder,
then stares up at the moon
until he too goes once more to sleep.