Sorry I took such a long break from writing! Hope no one thought I'd just give up on it ;D I joined a band back in November & between rehearsals, classes & trying to maintain my social & love life I didn't have much time to write. But now I do so I'm about to get back into the swings of things! =D

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Looking up from my basket, I saw him again. That man. That gorgeous man with the golden eyes of melted gold, that melted my heart & sent the warmth straight to my groin. That beautiful man with the usual stern face but for some reason when we made eye contact his face relaxed into an arrogant smile. That sexy man that always seemed to know how to make me blush.

I quickly dropped my eyes, pretending to count the items in my basket. I always came to this grocery store, knowing I didn't actually need anything. I came because I knew he was here. Somehow both of us knew when the other was here & we came rushing back for that contact. Others would see it as maybe love. I think we both knew it was based on lust. & I don't think either one of us minded.

When I looked up it was he & I, alone in the aisle. Immediately a mischeivous smirk caught my features, which he noticed because he smiled at me devilishly. The warmth in my groin grew into a hot, searing heat & my hands trembled in excitment. To get one touch, one feel would be enough & too much but the temptation was too good to let the opprotunity pass.

We slowly walked towards one another. I didn't realize that I was panting. His eyes were already begging for a release & from the bulge in his pants his body was in agreement with those eyes. By the gods that man had a way of ravishing me with those sinfully golden eyes. They promised satisfation & then some to all of my lustful daydreams. When we finally came within reaching distance of each other an elderly woman came into the aisle, her motorized wheelchair humming under weight. I made a slight noise of disappointment before I walked right by him. Damn her.

I stopped at the end of the aisle to pretend to look at something before I glanced in his direction. He was at the opposite end of the aisle, staring at me. He seemed to be panting, which was when I noticed that I was as well. I gave him a doe-eyed look through my lashes & he smirked, jerking his head in a "let's go somewhere else" fashion. It's funny, as many times as we've crossed each others' paths we never considered leaving the store. We felt words weren't imporant. It was always with looks & touches, ghosting touches on the neck & arm that got across the messege that we wanted the other.

I followed him to the interior decorating aisle. This was where we first met & where we first got a taste of the other. Maybe it was the fact that it was so good, the relief of a release when I hadn't felt one in so long or the heightened excitment of knowing at any moment we could get caught but there was something exhilerating about extreme forms of PDA.

He put his basket down & turned to me, already undoing the buttons on his shirt. I set my basket down as well & happened to glance at my clock. Did I have enough time to fool around before I had to get home & start dinner or should I just make it quick? God knew I didn't want it to be quick. After such a long, hectic week I needed release & I wanted it slow. I wanted to writhe in the slow agony of a climax that was just out of reach & to moan his name over & over again so that he wouldn't stop-

My thoughts blanked out as he slowly wrapped his arms around me & those soft lips I felt I knew so well touched my forehead. I sighed & closed my eyes, letting my arms wind around his slender waist before I raised my face & met his lips with my own. Kissing him was always something like the first taste of blood to a newly transformed vampire: a burst of passion with a rush of lust & something I can only describe as electricity, sending goosebumps ghostly over my skin.

His long, demonic tongue swept into my mouth & pulled a moan from my throat. I think he liked that cause I could feel hs lips lift in a smile. Usually he tasted like peppermint or whatever flavor of gum he happened to be chewing before the kiss but today he tasted like chocolate: heavy & sweet & so lustful. I gently sucked on his tongue before switching to his bottom lip, nipping it lightly. He chuckled. I know how much he loves to bite & be bitten. He trailed his claws up my arms, causing the goosebumps to get bigger & slowly traced my jawline with his thumb before tangling his fingers in my hair.

I don't care how cliche it sounds, my knees were growing weak. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him more than anything at the moment but the time was nagging me in the back of my head, reminding me I needed to go home & prepare dinner. I tried to pull away but he was such a tempting man with his lustful eyes & tempting lips & a wicked tongue that left me trembling.

"I must go" I whispered, my eyes still closed.

"I know" he replied & dipped his head to kiss my shoulder, "I understand"

I couldn't resist stealing another kiss from him. "I'll return tomorrow if I can"

"Good" was his only reply.

It was always hard saying good bye. We could never stop kissing. But eventually we stopped & I left, the cool air fanning my flushed face. I was never able tolerate the heat but when he is the one that caused the heat I'm more than happy to burn.

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"I'm home!"

"Wecome home, love"

"Mmmm, smells good Sessh!"

"I made your favorite, chicken alfredo"

"You're so good to me, babe"

Inuyasha kissed me on my cheek before going over to the stove to get a taste of the alfredo.

"Uh, it's still-" I started.

"AHHHHH, shit!"

"...Hot"

I watched as my husband fanned his mouth & hop around, his tongue wagging as if he were some dog. Well, he was a dog demon...

"Ah damn...now my taste buds feel weird. Oh well, at least I can still taste things so it was worth it"

I smiled & shook my head before pushing away from the counter I was leaning against. "Go on, take off your clothes & get relaxed while I fix your dinner"

"Ooh, when did you get freaky? You used to just build up to the passion, now you want to fuck while eating dinner?" Inuyasha joked, grinning wolfishly. That grin always turned me on.

I rolled my eyes & got a plate out the cabinet. "Go on, Yasha"

He chuckled & kissed me on the lips & started to walk out but not before giving my ass an appreciative smack.

By the time Inuyasha came down, dressed in his Absolut Attitude vodka pajama pants & a white t-shirt, I had dinner on the table & was patiently waiting. He smiled at sat.

"Thanks for the meal, babe, it looks delicious"

I nodded in appreciation since I had just taken a bite of my food & didn't want to talk with my mouth full. Once I got around that mouthful I cleared my throat.

"So how was your day, love?"

Inuyasha shrugged one shoulder while shoveling more food into his mouth. "It was alright, I guess. Had to train the newbie today & she caught on pretty quickly. Of course Mr. Naraku was being a usual pain in my ass, I don't think he can function if he's not..."

I tuned the rest of his explaination out. I hadn't meant to, I just can't seem to concentrate when I'm horny. Immediately my thoughts went back to the super market & the dying embers in the pit of my stomach roared back to life.

I should have let him take me tonight. It's been a few days since our last encounter & to be quite frank, I missed that dick. I longed for that mouth on my body & those hands carassing me in all the right places & that wicked, wicked tongue-

"Sesshomaru!"

I blinked & focused on Inuyasha who was looking a bit annoyed. "Did you hear anything I said?"

I cleared my throat, heart pounding as my face flushed in guilt. "Of course"

"What did I say?"

"Umm..you mentioned the new girl you had to train & Naraku being an ass in your pain...I mean-"

"Damn it, what's going on in that head of yours?"

I said nothing, giving him my best doe eyed look. He sighed & surrendered to my look, shaking his head & chuckling.

"What am I going to do with you?"

I didn't respond for my thoughts were still heavy with guilt. Daydreaming about something so lustful while my husband was telling me about his day? It was unmoral & unacceptable...but it was so hard to stop myself. Pardon another cliche, but he was my drug: the more I got, the more I wanted.

"Well how was your day, babe?" Inuyasha asked, digging back into his food before giving me an interested look.

My heart thumped & my groin tightened. I really should've "gotten some" earlier, as Inuyasha would say.

"I-it was fine"

"Nothing exciting happened that I would be interested in?"

"Nothing at all"

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