"You look besotted." Sango told Kagome, amused at her glazed eyes and dreamy expression.
"I am," she breathed, bowing her head shyly and glancing at the man across the table from underneath her eyelashes.
"Finally trapped by the poison-tipped claws of infatuation, huh, Yash?" Miroku raised an eyebrow at his best friend. The hanyou smiled gently and ignored him.
"So this is love," Inuyasha whispered, reaching out at the same time as Kagome.
"I never knew I could feel this way," Kagome added, a blissful grin spreading slowly over her face. Inuyasha and Kagome raised their glasses, staring into one another's half-lidded eyes.
"I don't know how I managed to live without..."
"KAEDE'S FRIDAY NIGHT PASTA SPECIAL!" Inuyasha and Kagome cried and dug into their meals, tomato sauce splattering onto clothes, nearby tables, and stunned passers-by. Miroku and Sango glanced at each other, sighing, and started to eat as well.
They were hopeless.
Kagome looked up at Inuyasha through the haze of red and yellow and winked discreetly. Inuyasha quickly put down his knife, still avidly shoveling lasagna into his mouth with his fork. His free hand traveled under the table to Kagome's skirt and slid under the hem, delicately teasing her folds under the lacy blue thong.
She almost choked as Inuyasha's knuckle slid inside her, but determined to finish her spaghetti and outdo him at the same time, she slid one foot out of her high-heeled shoe and traced his inner thigh, finally reaching his crotch. Slowly stroking and kneading the bulge there with her toes for a few minutes, Kagome smirked sweetly at the red-faced hanyou.
"Ahem...guys?" Sango asked, clearing her throat at the oblivious couple. They glanced at her before realizing that they were spooning air into their mouths.
"It was really that good?" Miroku exclaimed, a bewildered expression on his face. Seeing no other way out, Kagome nodded enthusiastically.
"Kaede's cooked up a slice of heaven, as usual. Well, now that my job here is done, I think I'll be leaving you three."
"I'll walk you home, Kags. I need to work off some of these carbs, anyway." Inuyasha laughed innocently, but his eyes gleamed naughtily at Kagome.
After exchanging goodbyes with Sango and Miroku, the two barely made it outside before Inuyasha abruptly turned around. Kagome barely had time to say "wha-" before she was pinned against a brick wall, her lover's tongue plundering the hot cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmfflah," she struggled, her treacherous legs winding themselves around his waist as he roughly ground his cloth-covered pelvis into the source of her heat. They moaned simultaneously, rubbing against each other, frantically gaining friction with each roll of their hips.
After Inuyasha had his fill of her lips, his hand wasted no time in slipping downwards, but Kagome quickly recovered from her needy daze and slapped it away before it could get too close to her skirt again.
"Not here, Inuyasha," she commanded, lacing her fingers through his and walking down the street. "People are already starting to stare."
"Let them," he grumbled. "We'll put on a show." He waggled his eyebrows provocatively at the girl next to him, making her blush, her boldness at the restaurant forgotten. Chuckling, he squeezed her fingers and, without warning, pulled her in so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders.
Kagome was surprised, but she definitely wasn't complaining as she snuggled into the crook of his arm, tilting her face up to beam at him. The radiance of her smile paired with the moonlight streaks in her hair temporarily robbed Inuyasha of speech. Instead of talking, he brushed a stray hair from her lips and gave her a deep kiss.
In the end, Inuyasha did get to work off all those carbs.
... "D'you ever get the feeling we're missing out on something, Sango?" pouted Miroku back at the restaurant.