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November 24th, 2018

Free Ship Day

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A ponytail. She never wore a ponytail. Something about her essentially baring her throat to him sang to the depths of his very soul. His heart beat faster with each stolen glance at that exposed flesh. There were times he had to stifle a groan when she rolled her neck or so much as turned her head. It was pathetic.

"Take your hair down," InuYasha barked hoarsely after the third consecutive day, "Now."

"It's hot InuYasha. If I want to wear my hair up I have every right to do so," Kagome clipped back in obvious annoyance before she ignored his half-assed protests in favor of talking to the slayer. He missed the subtle wink and the knowing smiles they exchanged.

The fourth day she did something else that both enraged him and had him begging for more. She had changed her usual grab into something much more...form fitting. It was her summer break so she announced as she came sauntering back from the hot springs. The ponytail still there. Now hanging over that flawless, tantalizing flesh on her back. He could see every muscle move. Hell he could see every jiggle or taut piece of flesh on her. And if he could...

Ripping his kimono off with impressive speed, he rushes forward and covered that magnificent body before Miroku even had a chance to look up.

"No," he'd hissed a little more forcefully than he intended and when she protested, he reacted instinctively. His fangs gently nipped the nape of her throat in silent reprimand before he froze. Realizing what he'd just done and terrified what she would think. Freezing wasn't the best course of action either. In this awkward embrace, he could feel the inviting warmth of her body. He became more aware of the subtle submission as she turned her head away. And her scent...inhaling deeply he closed his eyes and drank like a man dying of thirst. It was the soft moan that escaped his lips that released him from the self-inflicted spell.

"No," he finally managed to repeat - more to himself than to her and in such a resigned tone before releasing her and taking a step back. His eyes were downcast - hidden behind his bangs before he turned and ran.

She found him later that day sulking in the Sacred Tree. Still with that damn ponytail. Still in that one outfit covers nothing attire. He could see every curve of that body he so desperately wanted to hold against him. It was a sick joke. How the hell was he supposed to explain why he ran without losing her? Without her laughing at him or worse?

"InuYasha," she began in a sweet tone that had him feeling like that much more of a bastard, "Why did you run?"

A soft 'keh' was all she received by way of reply. Smiling softly to herself, she moved to stand directly beneath him sighing.

"You know," she began softly as she adjusted her ponytail, "It is really hot today. I was thinking of trying to go swimming. I brought my swimsuit. I have one for you too. I thought maybe we could swim together."

He wasn't going to rise to the bait, he stubbornly decided. He'd seen what she called a swimsuit and it was pornographic. He sure as hell didn't want to be stuck with her - by himself - with her basically wearing...

The sound of rustling fabric had a chill run down his spine as he dare peeled down at her. Panting lightly, he took in the view and he gaped unabashedly at the basically naked miko. That flawless flesh. He wondered if she felt as soft as she looked. It wasn't until he nearly fell out of the branch that he realized how openly he'd been staring and quickly turned a red as deep as the clothing he donned. He shouldn't be staring like that! It wasn't proper! So what if she had been driving him insane for the past four days! Wasn't like she knew what she was doing. She was completely ignorant about how these actions affected him. The baring of her throat. The purposeful exposure of her skin. The open invitation to see her virtually naked.

'Must resist. Must resist' Must resisit' he chanted in his mind as he closed his eyes and panted. It was unfair! So unfair! He wanted to accept so badly. He wanted to feel that satin skin beneath his palms. Feel her murmur his name. He wanted her. More than he'd ever wanted anything. He was so distracted that his fuzzy mind didn't register her voice until he was plummeting down to the ground. Until she felt her core pressed against his spine as she straddled him and a low moan escaped his lips against his will. Clenching his eyes shut, he didn't move when the spell lifted and that was his undoing.

He wasn't sure how it happened but all too soon he was on his back - crushing her to him as their lips met in a fevered torment growing more and more frantic with each brief encounter. She rocked her hips against him and a far distant part of his mind wondered if she knew what that did to him. Did it feel as good to her as it did him? As those lips vacated the confines of his mouth, he lay captive and panted heavily in anticipation while she moved lower and lower. Until...

" InuYasha!" he heard Kagome groan in frustration making his eyes fly open. It took a moment to come to his senses and realize what happened. A dream. A stupid fucking dream. Which wasn't nearly as embarrassing considering the women of his dreams was currently propping her nude form up on her elbow. In their hut. The hut he built for her when she came back to him.

"I dunno what you were dreaming about but you were fidgeting an awful lot," Kagome huffed playfully as she reached up to gently rub one ear, "Care to share?"

And so he did or rather he showed her. With a playful growl he lunged at his wife and pinned her beneath him. Dreams were one thing but why focus on that when he had something better, something real right here in his arms?