Author's Note: A little 100 word drabble that was stuck in my head, that ended up turning into a monster. As always.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I do not profit from this story.
You and I
"Something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face."
You and I, Lady Gaga
Hands shake, tighten on the steering wheel. Let go.
Uneasily he looks over, watching her stand against the old building at the corner. She never comes to him; always the other way around.
His hand runs through silver hair. He tells himself to get a grip. This isn't the first time. But that's the problem.
Why does he keep coming back?
Roll down the window. She comes, like always.
"Inuyasha," she whispers. He loves her hesitant smile.
Unlock the doors. Let her in. She touches him.
"I have a hotel room."
Kagome kisses his neck, leaves lipstick stains. He drives.
This is officially labelled the Us!Verse, featuring prostitute!Kagome
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