Scratch

The black haired woman sat to her work, adding new fletching to her well-used arrows. Her husband lay beside her, having already complained about his boredom three times that afternoon. The pretty young woman was having none of that and had suggested he sweep the floors or cook dinner if he was so bored.

He had rolled his eyes at that and decided a nap would be a better use of his time. As he was trying to settle in, even his fidgeting was beginning to annoy the woman. She turned her head to scold him, as she might a child, but he sat up, stretching his arms up in a very peculiar fashion. With elbow by his ear and the hand tucked into the back of his clothing and the other elbow at his waist with his hand reaching up his back, he wore an irritated expression. His wife watched him squirm for a second before she raised a brow.

"Inuyasha, what are you doing?"

He growled for just a moment but said nothing in response.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she repeated.

"I'm-ugh," inuyasha said with a huff, "there's this spot on my back. It itches, I can't reach it."

Without hesitation, the young woman reached out a helping hand. He jerked away when she touched the fabric across his back.

"I can get it myself, Kagome."

Kagome shot him an annoyed frown, withdrawing her hand.

"You just said you couldn't reach it," she shot back, deciding to let his stubborn ass suffer.

And he did, wriggling in his seat and bumping her every so often while she tried to work. Only when his foot struck her neat pile of feathers and scattered them everywhere, did she snarl a curse of her own.

"You!" She growled in her human voice (much less intimidating to the average person when compared to the inhuman roars Inuyasha could produce, but quite terrifying to the hanyou's own ears. The words that commonly followed were also some of the young man's least favorite. Luck was on his side when she grabbed him instead but the magical beads and yanked him towards her. She had no desire to damage her nice (albiet littered with dirty hanyou tracks) wood floors today.

Her fingers curled out of a ball and into a clawed shape. Her fingernails were blunt compared to his claws, but he knew from experience that they were still thin enough to damage his skin (granted, the circumstances under which he had learned this were accidental... and of the pleasant sort).

Kagome reached out with that clawed hand and...

"There, you big stubborn baby." She raked her fingernails over his back, sticking her hand down the back of his top. Inuyasha hissed through gritted teeth.

"Ah, lower...lower...left... a little m - there!"

He hunched his back and told her to scratch harder on that one spot. Kagome obeyed, taking note of how his left foot started to bounce his leg slightly, but refusing to draw attention to it.

"Okay stop!" he commanded as an exaggerated shiver racked his body. Kagome dree her hand away with a whimsical smile and a muttered, "happy now?"

She looked back at the feathers that had been scattered further by the slight breeze in through the window. She set about collecting them, when a clawed hand joined hers in picking them up. Wordlessly, he crawled to where a few had blown out of her reach and handed them to her. Kagome watched him curiously as he stood up and pulled down a pan, their flint and iron. She turned back to her work as the sound of cooking started up behind her.

I don't know, I just felt like writing this. Also Inuyasha is probably a terrible cook, but oh well, Kagome will take what she can get.