If someone would have told me years ago that not only would I eventually like InuYasha Taisho, my greatest tormentor, but that I would fall completely in love with him and marry the guy . . . well, I'm not sure what I would've said. Ten, fifteen years ago I probably would've directed whoever was spouting that nonsense to Sango and let her handle them. Even as a kid, she would have had a very…colorful response.

But me? I think I'd have stood there, disbelieving, probably a bit disgusted, but maybe, maybe the tiniest, concealed part of me would've smiled a little at the idea of him liking me, falling completely in love with me, marrying me. We won't speak of that silly crush I harbored. No, we won't.

Now? I look at my husband and the only thing I see is love. The only thing I feel is love . . . My mind loves him, my heart love him, my body loves him.. He's the warmth in my blood. The roar of my pulse. Give me a hundred years with InuYasha Taisho, and I'd still beg for more. Lately though? With two boys who have- mastered the skill of interrupting Mommy and Daddy the second we put our hands on each other, I'm not making unrealistic demands. I'm asking for one hour. Give me one hour alone with InuYasha. I'll beg for that. Hell, I'd beg for five minutes.

The boys are finally asleep. Not that that does me any good. I gaze at InuYasha's side of the bed as I strip off my shorts and sleeveless blouse, slipping one of his Ruxton Police Academy T-shirts over my head. The comforter is creaseless. Undisturbed. I plop down on the bed with a heavy sigh and hug his pillow to my chest. One more night. I miss him, and not just when I'm alone like this after I put the boys to bed. I miss him getting home when I'm making dinner. I miss him being up with us for a few hours, spending time with the boys and helping with them. I miss the way we'd come together after getting them off to sleep, two pounding hearts colliding in a tangle of limbs and hurried breaths in the hallway, dragging each other to the bedroom, tearing at clothes, sometimes making it to the bed, sometimes not. The floor. Up against the wall. Me, bent over and holding onto anything I could grab. We'd stay quiet, the soft slapping of our bodies barely audible above our heavy breathing and desperate moans. He'd tell me to come, come now Kagome, and I would, writhing against him while he gave me his release and every ounce of love he could pour out of himself. We'd tumble onto the bed, still clutching at each other, his mouth pressed to my skin and his fingers between my legs, pushing back inside of me. I'd fall asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling so warm and so safe, my heart so full of him.

But right now, and for the past two months, my nights have been his mornings. While I'm giving baths and going through bedtime rituals, he's leaving for work. And because I'm giving baths and going through bedtime rituals, he's not pressing me up against any walls or tearing off my clothes. He's not biting or tasting my skin. He's not getting off. I'm not getting off.

Two boys tearing through this house, exploring and getting into anything and everything, with one now unfortunately out of the nap stage has made it nearly impossible to get any alone time with my husband. Throw in two months of night shift and I can't remember the last time we were both awake and grasping at each other without immediately getting interrupted. It's like kids have this built-in radar. This sixth sense that goes off whenever Daddy grabs Mommy's boob. Their timing is honestly quite impressive. They never miss a beat. It wasn't so bad before. I would laugh it off and grab InuYasha's face, kissing his scowl and promising to work him later. We'd get the kids to sleep and then he'd grab me, or I'd grab him, or we'd both just be grabbing and tasting and not caring who was doing what as long as it was happening. And it was always happening.

Now? Nobody's grabbing or tasting anything. We don't have our nights. When InuYasha's home, I'm with the boys and he's getting his much needed sleep. Everything is ass backwards. But, there is a light at the end of this miserable tunnel. After this last shift, we can go back to our routine of stolen kisses and heated seconds before one or two little faces catch us. And when they do, not if, it won't be detrimental. I'm sure I'll still be kissing a scowl and muffling words I don't want repeated, but we'll have those sweet hours between evening and dawn where there's nothing and no one between us. No interruptions. Just two pounding hearts, feverish touches, and that raging climb toward rapture, followed by the sweet, mind blowing fall.

I reach for his pillow and breathe in his wild, foresty scent. Damn, he can't get home fast enough. I'm turned on by his smell. Unable to stand it, I send him a quick text: Miss you really bad.

It isn't long before the phone rings. "Hey." I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my legs together. My face feels hot. "I miss you."

I listen to his slow, heavy breathing. "Me too, Kagome. This kills me. You know that, right? This separation I feel. Not being with you the way I need to be. I feel like I'm going crazy."

A tinge of guilt grips at my chest. "Me too."

"Are you thinking about me, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice husky.

I whimper, just a bit. "Uh-huh."

"Thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you when I'm off this damn shift?" he presses. "How I'm going to touch you, taste you, make you come?"

"Oh, gods," I manage to say. Things are getting desperate on my end.

"One more night, baby. One more night," he echoes. "I'm warning you, Kagome. Once I get you alone again, I'm fucking you all over that house. All night, no sleeping."

I can't help but laugh at the determination in his tone.

"Mmm, I love that sound. Close your eyes and pretend I'm with you."

I have a sudden thought. "Where's Miroku? He's not listening to this is he?"

InuYasha snorts. "I sent him out for coffee and burritos at McDonald's. He won't be back for a while."

"Oh," I say. "That's good."

"Yeah, now where were we?" he purrs.

"You were telling me to imagine you here. Do you know what I would do if you were here?" I ask.

"Wench," his voice is a warning.

"I'd unbutton your shirt, one by one so I could run my hands all over that broad chest." He groans. "Then I'd pinch your nipples til they were hard and red, but don't worry, I'd kiss them better."

"Kagome," his voice is strained now, breathless. I hope Miroku doesn't come in anytime soon.

"I'm not finished yet," I tell him. "I'd work my way down, and unbuckle your belt and pull it loose. I'd be sure to set it close by, though. We might need it later."

He snarls out a "Fuck yeah!" but I keep going.

After I get your pants out of the way," I whisper, "I'd drop to my knees and . . ."

I click the 'end' button and the line goes dead, leaving him hanging. I am going to be in so much trouble, but I really, really hope he gets me for that. I close my eyes, smiling and finally welcoming sleep.

"I'll be waiting, Officer Taisho."

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