Chapter 37- Possession
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Slowly, cautiously, she turned around to be pierced by those hauntingly beautiful amber eyes. His grin widened when he saw the look of complete bewilderment on her face.
"Inu…Inuyasha?" She took a small step towards him and distractedly hushed Daphne. "Inuyasha!" Leaping off the roots, she ran to him.
He braced himself, but still stumbled backwards when she hit him without bothering to slow down. "I hope you weren't waiting for someone else. Beneath Goshinboku. At night. By yourself."
She clung desperately to him, tightly clenching his haori in her fists and burying her face against his body.
He pressed his lips against the top of her head and grinned, bringing her even closer to him. "Miss me that much, did you?"
Her already weak laughter was muffled by his haori. "Shut up, baka."
As if remembering something, he pulled away from her enough to sniff for injuries…or Naraku, and was satisfied when he found neither.
"Her blood was so warm…Kagome…she was delicious."
A shiver ran up his spine.
"What are you doing?"
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed her question and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her flush against him.
She inhaled sharply when she met his eyes. The molten amber was churning, swirling, flowing so intensely, so passionately that she couldn't look away. She couldn't want to look away. He had her entranced, and she felt she was drowning in the deep pools of liquid gold.
Slowly, his eyes fell from her own to her lips, but still he made no move. As soon as her mind cleared, she blushed lightly, knowing what he was staring at.
"Aren't…you going to kiss me…?" she murmured, willing her heart to stop beating so loudly, least she deafen him.
He lowered his head, closed the distance between them, brushing his lips against her with half-veiled eyes. The contact had an instant, jolting effect, sending shocks through their bodies. She sighed softly against him, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss, and held on to him, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.
'This…how could I have forgotten how good this is…?'
A fleeting thought tried to pierce through the Inuyasha-induced haziness in her mind, but it was forgotten when the hanyou flicked his tongue against her bottom lip, parting them with little effort and drawing her out.
But the thought came back with enough force to make her push away from Inuyasha, which was not an easy thing for her.
The hanyou sighed and looked at her with annoyance and defeat. "What is it?"
She looked him up and down trying to decide if there were any bloodstains on the fire rat fur in the pale moonlight. "You aren't hurt are you?" Without waiting for an answer, she fumbled with the edges of the coarse red material, trying to effectively lift it. He growled irritably and pulled her hands away.
"No, wench."
"Lift it." She pointed to his haori.
"No, I'm fine."
"Inuyasha…"
With an exaggerated sigh, he lifted the front, exposing his flawless chest. She gulped.
"Now the back."
"What?"
"Just do it, Inuyasha. It would make me feel better if you did."
"Damn!" But he turned around and let her lift the material up past his shoulder blades.
Carefully draping his hair over the front of his shoulder, she marveled at the creamy flesh that ran tightly across his back, showing his silent strength in the way he held himself.
"Are you done yet?" he asked impatiently.
The perverse desire to see if the skin was as soft as it looked was too strong. She tentatively placed the pads of her fingers between his shoulder blades, all too delighted when he quivered beneath her touch. He scalded her with the heat from his body, the fire shooting from her fingertips through the rest of her body. She let her fingers glide along the ridge of his spine.
She tried not to let her disappointment show when he pulled away, and the intensity in his gaze as he caught her hands in his stopped her from frowning.
"Not now."
His low husky tone sent delicious tremors through her body. All she could do was nod.
"Miroku and Sango are waiting for us at Kaede's. I told them I'd come to get you."
"So they're alright, too?"
"Miroku got a pretty nasty wound, but he's gonna be fine. Not a scratch on Sango."
Kagome winced. If Inuyasha considered it a nasty wound… "How bad is it?"
"It's not that bad anymore, Kagome. It was at first, but not now." He nodded toward the well house. "You ready?"
"Yeah, can you help me carry some stuff? I bought them gifts."
Minutes later, they leapt through the well, arms laden with presents.
Kagome carefully dropped her load on the packed earth when she entered Kaede's hut. The first thing she noticed was that all talking had ceased as soon as she breezed through the doorway. She looked up to see five sets of shocked eyes watching her.
Sango was the first to snap out of her stupor; she leapt to her feet, crossing the small hut to pull the miko into a warm hug. "Kagome! I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. I'm so glad you're all back!" She felt a familiar lump of fur leap onto her shoulder. The kitsune threw his tiny paws around her neck.
"Shippou! Did you protect the village while everyone was away?" She plucked him off of her shoulder to cradle him against her chest.
"Yeah…No one came while I was watching over the people!"
She giggled and kissed him on the cheek before setting him back down. "I would have come to spend time with you, but someone wouldn't let me…" She threw a glower at Inuyasha.
"No regrets, wench," he said in an almost bored tone.
"Ah, Kagome. I'm glad you are well."
Kagome turned to see Miroku propped against the side of the shack. She frowned when his smile turned into a grimace. "Where do you hurt, Miroku?" She crossed the hut to kneel at his side.
"No need to worry. I'll be fine."
"Don't be silly. You're obviously in pain. Now where does it hurt?"
She narrowed her eyes at him dangerously when he motioned to his right hipbone. "If you're not going to be serious…"
Sango placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's not lying, Kagome."
"Oh. Alright then, I need you to remove your robes." She turned to Sango. "Can you help him?"
"I—I…" The slayer's face turned crimson.
Miroku looked most thrilled by this idea. "Yes, Sango, could you help me undress?"
'Payback time…' Inuyasha smirked, flashing his claws. "I could just shred a hole in his robes. It would require no undressing."
'Oh, you're evil,' his mind hissed gleefully.
"Thank you," Kagome said brightly, shifting over so that the hanyou could kneel beside her.
"Oh, yes. Thank you, Inuyasha."
He didn't have to look up to know that Miroku was glaring at him. He made quick work of the robe, creating a hole plenty large enough for Kagome to work around, and the old bandages were sliced away with a single claw.
The miko flinched at the sight of the still gaping wound with mottling black, green, and purple flesh around the edges. She glanced at Inuyasha out of the corner of her eye. "Not bad anymore? Inuyasha…"
"It's not as bad as it was!"
In all reality, Miroku should not be alive right now.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the power that was currently lying dormant within her. She could feel it answering her, flowing through her veins as she called to it. It was awake.
Carefully, she lowered her hand, laying it gently against Miroku's hip and waiting for his body to absorb the pearly light that she knew was there.
"It's completely gone."
Kagome opened her eyes. Miroku was once again whole, but it left her feeling a bit drained. The next the she knew, Sango's arms were wrapped around her neck.
"You did it! Thank you!"
She managed a small smile and pushed herself to her feet. Inuyasha's strong arms steadied her when she swayed. Tossing him a grateful smile, she said, "I brought presents for everyone." She pointed to the wrapped gifts lying forgotten in a corner.
"You need to rest, wench."
"I'm fine, Inuyasha. Actually, I feel better already." She grabbed two presents and held them out to Shippou. "These are for you." She couldn't help but grin as the kit tore into the paper and was thoroughly excited to find a finger painting kit and a box of "magic cards"…complete with instruction.
"Kaede…"
The old miko thanked the young woman for her thoughtfulness and immediately lost herself in the medical dictionary, flipping purposefully through the pages.
"Here's yours, Sango…and this is Kilala's."
The slayer marveled at the beautiful quilt, fingering the crisp fabric. "Kagome…I love it. Thank you so much."
"I thought it would be perfect for your house."
The slayer nodded, "It is."
The young woman warily eyed the last package, sighing before she picked it up. She did not relish the idea of explaining condoms to Miroku.
"This one is yours, Miroku, but I want to give it to you outside so that I can explain it."
"What?" Inuyasha wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her backwards against his chest.
"Relax, Inuyasha. This really only concerns Miroku and Sango. You two come with me, and I'll explain it." She twisted in the hanyou's grasp, turning to kiss his cheek. "Be right back."
"Then you rest," he called after her.
Sango's face was the color of Inuyasha's haori as Kagome trudged through her explanation. Miroku, however, looked intrigued.
"And this would enable our union without the worry of Sango conceiving?" Beside him, his fiancé groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"Well…yes. I mean, there is always a chance of Sango getting pregnant, but it would be very slim. There's really no telling how long it will be until Naraku is destroyed. I thought…you know, you might want to get married earlier. It's just another option, is all."
"Thank you very much, Kagome. This was very gracious of you." He looked to Sango, who refused to meet his gaze. He sighed. "Sango and I will talk about it."
"I'm going back inside. It's a bit chilly out here, and I told Inuyasha I wouldn't be long."
The couple followed her into the small, but warm shanty.
"Inuyasha?"
The hanyou was sitting with his back to the wall, and, though he did not turn to face her, his ears swiveled towards her like furry little radars. She knew he was listening.
"Come back to my time with me? I left your present there."
Miroku and Sango exchanged knowing looks, which, unfortunately, were spotted by the hanyou.
Miroku grinned and opened his mouth, but Inuyasha cut him off.
"Not a word, monk."
Once again he opened his mouth, only to close it again when the hanyou cracked his knuckles menacingly.
The monk sighed in defeat. "Have a pleasant trip."
"So…what did you get me?" he teased once they were well away from the hut.
Wrinkling her nose, she playfully shoved him. "I can't tell you. You'll see when you open it.
His curiosity mounted. "Or you can tell me now, and I'll act surprised when I see it."
"No, Inuyasha. We're almost there. You can wait a few more minutes."
"I mean…I'll gasp and everything."
Her grin widened. "You're awful."
"But you love it…"
She didn't disagree.
"Will you hurry it up, then?"
She deliberately slowed her steps, walking in slow motion while his patience quickly drained.
With a squeal, she was scooped into his arms.
"Wench. You should have known that wouldn't work."
She grinned into his haori as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. "Who said it didn't work?" She didn't have to look up to know that he was smirking as his feet lit across the damp grass. "I know every move you're going to make, Inuyasha."
"Is that so?" He loosened his grip on her right when she tightened her arms around his neck.
"Told you."
Then they went airborne, and she knew that they were falling through the time slip.
"What do you…think?" Kagome asked nervously, tangling her fingers together.
Inuyasha glanced at her. She was actually worried that he didn't like the gift. He lifted the heavy blanket to his nose and sniffed. With a small smile, he said, "It smells like you."
She flushed a bit. "Er…yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I…sort of used it a few times before I could finally bring myself to wrap it."
He shook his head. "I like its smell."
She smiled and began to pile more things into her bulky yellow bag. "How many packages of Ramen should I bring, Inuyasha?" She gasped sharply when his arms suddenly wrapped around her, drawing her against him.
"Thank you."
She beamed. "I'm glad you like it. Let me just write Mama a note, and we can leave."
"Leave to go where?"
She shrugged, trying to close the over-stuffed bag. "Anywhere. The sky is so clear tonight—perfect for watching the stars."
"You'll freeze, Wench. Or have you forgotten that it's the middle of winter."
She lifted the bag, only to have Inuyasha snatch it away, throwing it effortlessly over his shoulder. "You haven't forgotten how to build a fire in the month that you've been away, have you?"
"Keh, no."
"Alright then. Plus, I have my sleeping back, and then there's your blanket, and—Oh! I almost forgot!" She ran out of the kitchen and returned a little while later, wearing her red haori.
"Well?" She twirled in front of him, giving him full view of her newest article of clothing.
His smile was small, but genuine. "Not bad. Looks better on you than it does on me."
She grinned and laced her fingers behind his neck, leaning on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I really am glad you're back. I missed you." Her smile faded as she stared sternly at him. "And you're never leaving me behind again, are you?"
"Nope. Hurry up, and let's go."
She scribbled a quick note for her mother to find and made sure Daphne had food. And then they walked out the door.
"What was it like?" Kagome asked quietly, staring into the fire. She'd been able to convince Inuyasha to build a campfire close to the hot springs quite easily.
"All fun and games." Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "It was war, Kagome."
She made a face at him and offered him a fresh cup of ramen. "Baka. So, what was Ushitsuyoi like?"
"He's an ass."
"Inuyasha…"
"He's big, uses a huge axe, and he's a pretty good fighter," he muttered, swallowing a large bite of the instant noodles
She eyed him disapprovingly. "And that makes him an…?"
"An ass."
"You're awful."
"Keh. We've already been through this, wench."
Once again she lost herself in her thoughts as she stared into the hypnotizing flames, and was startled when Inuyasha settled on the ground behind her, pulling her into his lap. She began to toy with his prayer beads while he cradled her to him and wrapped the silver fur blanket around both of them.
She felt so safe in his arms; it was as if nothing could ever touch her while she was wrapped up in him. This feeling was one of the things she missed most about him while he was gone. No one else on Earth could make her feel like he could. "Inuyasha?"
"Hm?"
"…If you could do it again, would you take me with you?"
"No."
His answer was so immediate, so sure, that she was almost stunned. "…Why?"
"I had no idea what I was dealing with. I didn't know how big or strong Naraku's force was. I didn't know if Naraku, himself, would show up. I wasn't sure how strong our forces were. It would have been stupid for me to take you there—incredibly stupid. So, no, I don't regret leaving you behind where I knew you were safe."
"I could have handled it, you know."
His answer was a kiss on the side of her temple.
She sighed and tried to squirm even closer to him. "Just…don't leave me alone for that long again…okay?"
"Never."
Kagome's hand grasped something hard and smooth that hung around his neck. "What's this?" She held the gleaming object up in the firelight. It looked like the fangs that resided on his prayer beads, other than the white coloring, but it had no spiritual aura surrounding it as the beads had.
"Oh…that…that…was stupid really."
She looked at it more closely. It dangled from a fine silver-spun chain, and it looked like some sort of fang. A dog fang actually. "A tooth…" She remembered Inuyasha mentioning that in order to have Tessaiga mended, Tototsai had to pull his fang.
Her eyes went from the fang to Inuyasha. "Why did you pull a tooth?"
"Never mind, wench."
She gave him her I-dare-you-to-lie-to-me look. "Inuyasha, you don't just pull a tooth if it's nothing. Why won't you tell me?"
"It was…an accident…?"
"Liar."
"You don't know that."
"I know that you didn't just pull the tooth for kicks. And how in the world would you accidentally lose a tooth."
"There are plenty of ways."
"Inu-yasha! I think I should know if Tessaiga is broken or something."
His patience was wearing thin. "It isn't for Tessaiga," he growled, raising his voice with each word. "It's for you."
Kagome was genuinely shocked. After a moment, she finally tore her eyes away from Inuyasha's and studied the smooth object in her hand. "For me?"
He wouldn't look at her, and he knew that she wouldn't know what to say. How could she? She didn't understand why he'd done it, and wouldn't, until he told her. He sighed.
"It's a piece of me," he said quietly. "I thought you might want to keep it if I ever had to leave for a few days…or something." He heard her sharp intake of breath.
She placed a hand on his cheek, pulling his eyes toward her. "That's probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say." She leaned forward to kiss his lips softly, lingering just a moment before pulling back; she continued to stroke his cheek. "So…it's mine?"
He pulled her hand away from the fang and lifted it over his head, placing it around her neck. It was then that she realized the chain was a strand of his hair.
"I love it."
She missed his small smile while she continued studying her new necklace.
They sat together for a while, listening to the sounds of the night, the flames lick at crackling wood. After such a long time apart, the couple just wanted to enjoy the feel of the other's arms around them. Without saying a word, Inuyasha listened to Kagome's heart thump gently inside her chest, memorizing it's pattern. He could tell she was valiantly fighting away the sleep that hounded her.
"Aren't you tired?"
"No."
He eyed her skeptically.
"…Maybe…yes…"
Without a word, he stood, still holding her, and walked to the other side of the fire, where her sleeping bag was already made out for her. After carefully placing her under the covers and throwing the fur blanket over her, he seated himself above her head to keep watch for the night.
She was so frustrated that she wanted to scream into the thick covers, but settled on sighing morosely. The urge to feel his arms around her again was too strong to deny.
"Inuyasha?"
He didn't answer but brushed the hair out of her face.
"You know…this is a really big sleeping bag…"
An involuntary smile spread across her face when she felt the covers shift, and his body slipped next to hers, draping an arm over her waist as he did so.
"Better?"
She yawned and pressed her back further into his chest as she settled deeper into the covers. "Mm-hmm. This is…nice."
He laid his chin on top of her head, and she didn't see the longing that darkened his eyes. "Yeah." He held her close through the night as sleep claimed both of them.
Absolute contentment, welcome warmth, gratifying wholeness, and a safety that only one person could offer: Inuyasha.
This is what Kagome woke to, rather than the loneliness that she had awoken to every morning for the past month. Careful not to wake him up, she untwined her legs from his and turned to face him.
'Inuyasha…he's finally home.'
He looked so innocent and peaceful as he slept, his boyish features showing no trace of a scowl. She tenderly ran her fingers along his jaw line, hesitating when he shifted slightly in his sleep and tightened his hold on her.
"'Gome… go back to sleep," he complained groggily.
She grinned, but slowly lifted his arm off of her so that she could crawl out of the sleeping bag. 'Maybe I can get a quick bath before he wakes up.' She was, in fact, amazed when she did manage to stand without waking him.
'Poor thing,' she thought as she treaded softly to the nearby hot spring. 'This last month must be catching up with him.'
The air was crisp, chilly, but uncommonly warm for a winter morning, especially when it was snowing on the other side of the well. The heat from the springs made steam as it met the cool air, and Kagome longed for that bath even more.
Unfastening her haori, she let it fall around her feet and stepped out of her pajama bottoms. A small sigh escaped her as she toed the water. It was so warm. With a soft hiss, she lowered herself into the water and closed her eyes.
It was going to be a good day.
Staring up at the clear skies, she couldn't help but appreciate the way of life in the past. There were no cars, buses, anything to cause pollution or unnecessary noise. The stars were always visible, the rain was always fresh, and the air was completely natural, like the streams.
If something was to happen and the well closed, she could imagine living her life here, with her friends, with Inuyasha. Truth was…it didn't matter to her where or when she lived, as long as he was by her side.
Ten minutes later, she begrudgingly raised herself out of the water and was instantly met by the chilly air. She pushed herself to the shore and reached for her towel, hastily patting herself dry before towel-drying her hair.
She froze when she heard the bushes moving beside her.
"Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice—oh fuck!" He was staring at her half-naked body with wide eyes.
He couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't talk. All he could do was stare, and try to ignore the youkai raged within him.
'Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn….damn, damn, damn…damn'
'Her body...' His mind took it upon itself to point out the obvious.
'Yeah...damn
She wasn't exactly naked; she had left her bra and panties on, and he had seen more than this before. But that didn't stop him from being completely devastated by the sight of her curvaceous body, as she made no move to cover herself.
Before he even realized he was moving, he had her pulled against him. One hand pressed into the small of her back, while the other settled at the back of her neck as he hungrily claimed her lips.
The moment his hands touched her, Kagome forgot that she was wet, undressed, and cold, and lost herself completely in him, taking whatever he had to offer. She'd seen it in his eyes before he'd grabbed her—the want, the need, and the admiration.
He pulled his head back as she loosened his haori to trail kisses along his collarbone and neck. "You…you're cold," he managed to murmur while he continued to let her lips destroy him.
"Not cold."
He pulled her closer to him as she nipped at his jaw line, breaking down every inner barrier he had ever made by the whisper of her lips, the heat of her breath, the gentle touches of her nimble fingers. "You are."
All shyness had left her the moment she felt his hands on her skin. She pulled away to whisper against his skin. "So warm me up."
A rough hand pulled her chin up. She barely had time to register the desire that darkened his golden orbs before he once again claimed her lips, this time with a fierce determination, trying to show her how much he needed her, all of her. Her scent shifted, plunged, wrapped around him as she lost herself in his touches, his caresses, his kisses.
She couldn't possibly know how much she affected him. Her scents, her breaths, her moves, her smiles, sounds—all of it melded together to form the miko he'd fallen in love with, all of it he'd learned by heart, all of it only served to make him want her more.
After her legs gave out, he held her, cradling her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to tangle her fingers in his hair. She was vaguely aware that they were moving, but didn't care—as long as he didn't pull away.
It wasn't until she found herself being lowered to her sleeping bag that she realized they were no longer at the hot springs. Inuyasha towered over her, his hair falling around her, cutting them off from the rest of the world. Not that that mattered to her—he was her world, and she was his.
For was seemed like eternity, the hanyou hovered over her, trapping her with a hand resting beside both shoulders and a knee between her own. He just stared at her, thick rusty gold clashing against stormy gray as though everything he'd ever wanted resided in their depths.
Her breath caught in her throat, and he slowly leaned closer…closer, brushing his lips over her neck, delighted in the way her pulse fluttered under them. "Don't stop," he whispered heatedly against her, "Never stop."
She gripped as much of his haori as she could fit in her hand; she tried to concentrate on his words, rather than his delicious teasing. "Stop what?"
He flicked his tongue against her skin, wrenching a gasp from her. "Never stop looking at me like that…"
A lump grew in her throat, and tears stung her eyes. Managing a small smile, she nodded and shoved at the haori, trying desperately to get closer to him, feel his flesh under her fingers, to feel his heart beating beneath her palm. Her frustration grew with each passing second. "I can't—"
With a soft kiss, he cut her off and pulled away to take the fire rat fur off for her.
She'd almost forgotten exactly how defined Inuyasha's muscles were, and the blatant reminder was almost devastating to the poor miko. With a tentative hand, she reached out to touch his abs, receiving a small groan for her efforts as she sent shocks through his body.
'She doesn't realize…she doesn't know what she can do to me. A simple touch, a simple look…' He melted in her hands. She was everything to him. Kagome the miko had freed him from the Goshinboku by simply grasping the arrow, waking him with her cries. Kagome the girl had accepted him, freed him from his past sins by telling him that he had a beautiful soul. Kagome the friend had always listened to him. Even when he refused to talk, she had heard his soul—she had freed him from the loneliness that had always haunted him. And Kagome the woman, she healed a part of him that he had always thought would be broken. She had healed his heart, taught him that it is alright to love and trust. She taught him that there never was, never will be anything impure about true love.
And all of these parts of her offered him something priceless: her. All of her was his, body, mind, and soul.
She slowly ran her hand up his chest, shoulder, and to the back of his neck, leaving tremors behind her and pulling him down to meet her.
He returned his attentions to her lips, taking her breath away with the gentle caresses meant to soothe her, but merely made her more frustrated as the heat pooled in her belly. Her long, thin fingers kneaded at his chest as he pulled away to lick, nibble, kiss every inch of her body, as he slowly dragged his claws over her exposed flesh. Under his claws her bra was rendered useless and fell away.
A soft hiss escaped him, his eyes wide, dark as stared at her, and for a moment, he'd almost let his youkai have his way. But that couldn't happen. He wouldn't let that happen. Kagome, she deserved better than that. With a soft whimper, he pressed his lips against hers, delving his tongue in her mouth with a hot desperation. Her hands fell to the ties of his hakama, but he stayed her with a trembling hand.
The string that she felt she was hanging from tightened a little more, ready to snap.
His eyes were bright, cautious. "Are you sure you want this? If you do this, you're mine…forever."
Her smile was radiant, her eyes awash with tears. "Forever with you?" She reached up to push his bangs away from his eyes with a tender hand. "I think I'd like that…"
That was all he waited for, all he wanted to hear.
With one last ragged cry, he collapsed over her, drawing her closer as though he thought she might disappear.
Kagome met his smiling eyes with her own bright ones. She'd never felt like this before. She felt like she was now complete, but had never known she wasn't in the first place. But lying here, in his arms, her mate's arms, Inuyasha's arms, she felt as though she could do anything. She was no longer just a mere mortal; she had managed to touch the untouchable, the magical. Inuyasha was something straight from a fairy tale, and she belonged with him.
'Mates…' She smiled at him. "I don't know whether to laugh or cry or both."
Her thick tone was enough to alarm Inuyasha; he searched for traces of tears. He seemed to understand her though, and he grinned, lowering his mouth to her bare neck; his hot breath scorched her. "Changed your mind already?"
"No," she gasped as his tongue trailed the outline of her collarbone, "never."
"Kagome?" He settled himself beside her, draping an arm over her stomach as he did so.
Her fingers ran through his hair, freeing it of knots. "Hmm?"
"I want to build us a house here. We need our own place."
She didn't know what to say. A smile graced her lips as her fingers slipped to caress his cheek.
"When we're here, we can't stay at Kaede's forever. I mean, if you want we can find a house on the other side of the well…" he hurried to say.
She silenced him with a kiss. "It doesn't matter to me. Here, there… If I'm with you, then I'm home." Her smile brightened, if possible, even more. "A house sounds great."
He closed his eyes, pulling the fur blanket closer around them as he held her. "Good…"
Yawning, she nuzzled against him. "Inuyasha…I love you."
"Mine," was all he whispered; his lips found her forehead.
"Yours."
Well? I hope you all liked it. Sorry it skipped so much. There was just so much I needed to put it this chapter and so little space. This is by far my longest chapter yet—16 pages without all of the extra stuff at the beginning. I'll update soon, I hope. Ta ta! Good luck in school to all highschool-ers and college-goers.
Quote of Randomness:
"'Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up peoples gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."-- 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee