Kagome
Closing my eyes, I drop my head back against the lip of the tub and stretch out in the water. My toes curl around the jets built into the side. My arms rest on the slightly curved sides. I feel so light and pliable. My limbs slack. Every muscle in my body loose and wonderfully stretched.
Of course, that's thanks to my horn dog of a husband, but I'm not complaining. Tables have been turned over. Pictures now hang crookedly on the walls. You'd think we were trying to set some sort of world record. We've been on each other like white on rice. Sighing, I smile as the bubbles fizzle and pop against my skin. The scent of lavender lingers in the air.
Hearing a slight noise, I peek my eyes open to see InuYasha standing over me, an ice bucket in hand. The neck of a wine bottle sticks out of the top.
"You trying to get me day drunk?" I ask, eyeing up the bottle after he sets the bucket on the ledge of the tub. Moscato. Yum.
"Maybe a little tipsy. You're hot as hell when you get like that."
"I am?" I search my memory for the times I've been 'a little tipsy'. I can probably count those occasions on one hand. I'm not much of a drinker. Hmm. Maybe I should start if he gets that much pleasure from it.
"Yep." His eyes lower to the bath water. "You're hot any way, but lots more fun when you are. Just saying."
I splash him. He takes a step back, laughing. He pops the top on the vino and hands it to me. Hm, no glass? Eh, no problem. I hold the bottle with both hands and lift it to my mouth for a taste. It's fruity and sweet. Just my style. And strong. Wow. My head feels a little foggy after one generous swallow. Smiling, Yash watches me lick the wine from my lips, his eyes going dark amber.
"Good?" he asks.
I reach for him. "Yep. Get in and let me do inappropriate things to you with my mouth. I'm feeling frisky."
Face lighting up, he quickly drops his shorts. No boxers. Neither of us have been wearing much of anything except each other since we got here. And it's just like InuYasha to go commando to the ice machine. That image has me getting wetter, and the bath water has nothing to do with it.
He climbs into the tub and settles across from me, leaning back, his knees poking out from the water as he keeps his long legs bent and parted, allowing me to move mine between his. I rub my feet against his strong thighs, taking another several sips of the wine.
"I want to talk to you about something before you get too drunk to remember it," he says.
Giggling, I tilt my head. "Better hurry up then. I'm already starting to feel a little bold. Like, let's do it in the lake kind of bold."
A devious smile stretches across his mouth.
"Really? You're okay with that?" I ask, setting the bottle back in the bucket. Better stay a bit sober, this could get interesting. Watching him continue to smile, I have to wonder when did InuYasha Taisho, decorated police officer, become an advocate for public sex? First the dressing room, then his squad car, now he's willing to get it on in the water with everyone else at the resort? Who is this man?
"The lake is too murky to see anything anyone shouldn't be seeing. Not very deep, but I could make it work," he explains. Ah, okay. That makes sense. Still an element of privacy there.
"Look at you, Mr. Law and Order suggesting public sex, making women want to commit illegal acts and shit." His shoulders jerk with silent laughter. I narrow my eyes, digging my toes into his legs. "Something funny?"
"That mouth." His gazes lowers, hovering on the subject in question. "You're getting tipsy."
"It's your fault. You've corrupted me," I say, laying the blame on his entirely too broad and strong shoulders.
I feel his hands wrap around my ankles under the water. His grip adjusts, fingers rolling, and soon his thumbs are gliding over my skin, a gentle pressure he runs down the tops of my feet and back up, fluidly repeating the motion.
My toes curl. Sweet mercy. His hands are magical. It feels so good my head lolls back. I allow my eyes to slip closed, listening to the sound of my slow, steady breathing. I'm so relaxed I could fall asleep.
"Do you want to have more kids?" On second thought . . . My next gulp of air gets caught in my throat. Sputtering, I open my eyes and see InuYasha staring at me, his expression serious now. Those bright eyes clouded by some worrying thought.
The question is kind of out of left field, but not totally unexpected. We did say we wanted a big family, after all. This is just an odd time to bring it up.
"Of course," I whisper. "Someday."
He frowns. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I do want more kids. I want so many kids with you. That's not it." His reaction is worrying. He seems almost, insecure? Afraid? I move from my end of the tub to cuddle against him, needing to be closer.
"Then what is it?" He asks, as he guides me into his lap. "Why the shock and hesitation?"
"I just don't want you to go crazy," I explain.
Yash leans back a bit, looking baffled. "What? Why would I go crazy?"
"Because we'll never be able to have sex!" I burst out. Doesn't he know this?
His eyes go round, hold my gaze for several seconds, then close completely as he drops his head back, a deep, rumbling laugh erupting in his chest.
"I'm serious!" I say, smacking his chest. "You will go crazy, Yash. You will. We're already struggling to find alone time together, and it's just Toga and Ruchi. Do you really think adding more kids to the equation will work in our favor? You know how demanding babies can be. We'll never see each other. Our sex life together will be nonexistant. And knowing our luck, you'll probably get switched back to night shift again. I mean, don't get me wrong, phone sex with you is amazing and everything, but we can't live off that. This last time nearly drove us both crazy."
The compliant InuYasha, the one yielding and hesitant slips away, evaporating into the air around us. Possessive, demanding InuYasha reaches out, wrapping his arms around my waist and turning me in his lap, pinning my back to his front, his legs sealing mine together as he encases himself around me. I go without a fight. Truth is, I'm just happy he isn't looking afraid anymore. I never want to see him look like that again.
"What did I say the day we got married?" he asks, his mouth moving close to my ear as his chin rests on my shoulder. I shake my head, pulling my knees in.
"I don't know, you said a lot of things."
"I told you I would do anything for you, Kagome. Anything. That will never change no matter how many kids we have. If I have to work extra shifts so I can sneak you away once a month just so we can have some time together, I'll do it. Or if you want to start meeting me in the woods and doing it in the back of my squad car, that's fine, too. I'll make whatever we need happen."
"But, night shift? InuYasha, it nearly killed us."
He grabs my chin and turns my head, forcing me to look at him. "Kagome, I'll put up with anything if it keeps me coming home to you. You're what I'm living for. Our family. Let them put me on night shift again. I don't care. I told you, I don't need sleep. If we have a second to be together, I'll take it. You get the boys down and you want me? You come wake me up. Ain't nothing killing us, baby. Ever. Don't ever think that."
He sighs, dropping his mouth to my shoulder. "I know I'm crazy when it comes to you. I know how I get when I've gone days, or even just hours without feeling you against me. I can't help it. You're in my blood, Kagome. You always have been."
"Having a family with you in this life we created together, there is nothing better than that for me. Yeah, kids are demanding, and it'll probably be crazy hectic with more of them running around the house, but we'll figure it out. And if you need help or a break, if you need me, you'll get it. Anything, Kagome."
"You really want more diapers and middle of the night feedings? You're okay with that?" I ask, nearly crying at his beautiful words. He may be a hard, gruff hanyou to the rest of the world, but he has always been my knight in shining armor.
He smiles. "Yeah. I'm okay with that. This might sound really corny, but I kind of feel like I'm making the world better by giving it more of you." He shrugs, looking down. "I know you make me better."
Oh, my heart. This man. My heart will never hold all of my love for him. I turn my body so fast water sloshes out of the tub and onto the floor. My hands wrap around his neck, his snake around my waist and move lower, pinning me against his rapidly growing erection, which he grinds against my clit.
Oh, yes, he's going to get laid so hard.