Popping in for a quick content warning!

There are heavy implications of adult themes in this chapter. No super graphic descriptions so not a lemon but it's nearing lime territory. If you are okay with that, read on! If not, I hope you enjoy the next chapter!

"Maybe we will wake up to the silence / of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere."

—Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

Rin woke up with the sun in her eyes, squinting against the bright beam of light that had so perfectly threaded the needle between the slats on the window to land on her eyeball. She let out a disgruntled groan, rolling over and pulling the covers over her, not quite ready to relinquish her hold on sleep. It was cold out there, anyway, and she was much more comfortable snuggled in all of the blankets with her husband. Speaking of… she popped her head back out to crane her neck around looking for the husband in question.

He was sitting up next to her, watching her do everything to remain asleep short of fist-fighting the sun. Immediately upon seeing him her mood lightened. Smiling, she pulled the blankets up to her nose and made no secret about perusing him from head to toe.

Even after all this time, seeing him in anything that wasn't his armor felt like a treat, almost indecent. He wasn't even doing anything special, but the way that he was sitting with one of his arms resting on his propped-up knee opened up the neck of his kimono and let her get some tantalizing peeks at the skin of his chest. She smiled dreamily as she followed the curve of his torso, feeling marginally less sleepy now than she had moments before.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" Rin asked, voice carefully nonchalant. Sesshomaru tipped his head so he could see her better through the blankets, his hair sliding over his shoulder.

"I am not in a hurry," he answered and she smiled, stretching her arms over her head and feet down, her toes poking out of the bottom of the blankets. She quickly wrapped herself up again, wearing her favorite of the blankets like a long cape, and rose on her knees to shuffle over to him. Sesshomaru, who was very used to her ploys to keep him in bed with her, shifted around so that his legs were crossed and waited patiently to see what she would do with him. Rin reached one hand out of the blanket to hold onto his shoulder before she, very gracefully, vaulted her leg over his lap and settled herself down.

Swaddled in her blanket and straddling her husband, she couldn't help but giggle at the absurd picture she probably had just made. She laughed freely, a small snort escaping her as she leaned forward to put her forehead against his chest, jumping a bit when she felt his chilled skin touched hers. Still grinning, she sat back up and began fiddling with the blanket, unwrapping it from herself and flapping it out like wings before throwing it overtop of the two of them.

He didn't even flinch as the blanket descended onto his head, but she felt his sigh where she was leaned up against him. In the privacy that their make-shift tent offered, Rin looked up at him. It was almost too dark for her to see, but she was sure he could see her just fine. Even with the sun making the room around them brighter, the filtered way it came through the blanket made everything feel all that more dreamlike and intimate, almost akin to candlelight. She smiled, very pleased with herself, and scooted forward on him so that the entirety of her their bodies touched and wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling her face into him. He obliged her, returning the embrace.

"You spoil me," she murmured against his skin, speaking directly about the way he let her put him in the most absurd scenarios, but also about how well and how much he loved her. She had heard Sango and Kagome complain about their love-lives when she had lived in the village and when she was young, she had assumed that there was just going to be inherent drama and strife involved in falling in love. So far, Rin had found that that wasn't the case for her. For all the cruelty and ruthlessness she knew was present in her husband, he had never been that way with her. He left those things in the doorway with his shoes.

He did not answer her assertion and she felt that only proved her point further. Though, she was sure he was going to get up soon which meant that she was going to have to get up soon. Unless she found a good enough reason to keep him here with her. Grinning, she rubbed her face against the silk of his kimono before she leaned back a bit and pushed up the sagging blanket so she could see his face clearly. His eyes almost glowed in the dim light and she bit her lip, trying her best to hide the plan that was growing in her mind.

Lifting her chin, she glanced down at the loose neck of his kimono. Her hands reached out and she gently ran her palms from his shoulders down to where the silk was the loosest. She slipped the collar of it between her pointer and middle fingers pulling it apart even further before slipping her chilly hands in. She felt his muscles twitch against her as she rubbed her hands all along his torso. She retraced her path from earlier, hands on his shoulders, brushing down his chest, going down further across the planes and ridges of his stomach.

Rin let her fingers ever so slightly dip a little lower, teasing, before she slid around to his back and up onto his shoulders, humming happily like she wasn't actively antagonizing one of the most powerful beings in all of Japan. So pressed up against him like she was, she felt the way his heart was picking up speed, the small twitches, and intakes of air that she drew from him with her hands alone. Delicious, her mind purred as Rin wiggled herself in his lap.

"Rin," he told her, voice low.

"Yes?" She responded, innocently.

"I know what you're doing," his voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke against her hair, his hands drifting down to rest against her hips, thumb stroking. She snickered as she leaned forward and placed her mouth against his collarbone, kissing once before sucking hard. Her hands drifted from his shoulders and scratched their way down his back, applying enough pressure that she knew he would feel it but not enough to really hurt him.

"Oh, bummer," she lamented, pulling her mouth away from him with a tsk. "My plot has been discovered." She glanced up at him and saw the hooded way he was looking at her, knowing she already won, before glancing at the mark she had left that would darken over the next few hours. "And here I thought you weren't in a hurry," she murmured in a disappointed tone, her hips beginning to slowly, agonizingly, swirl in his grasp.

She felt his breath hitch where his mouth was against her head and she closed her eyes, sliding her hands up to drape around his neck. She relished in this feeling, the slow burn that started in her blood, chasing away any drowsiness that she had been feeling. She turned her face to his where he was nuzzling against her and blindly reached for his mouth in the darkness of their blanket. Sesshomaru met her and the contact of their lips was delicious, burying her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck.

She changed up her movements, going from a slow rotation to a more deliberate dragging over him. She felt him grimace against her as his hands went from her hips to grasp onto her thighs where they were on either side of his waist. Her heart was pounding in her and she could feel it all over, opening her lips against his and cracking her eyes open to watch his expressions. She whispered to him; "Stay with me," and he answered her by sweeping his tongue into her mouth, hands tightening on her thighs, holding her in place. Triumphant, she laughed and relinquished her control to him, loving that he was as weak to her as she was to him. What a nice way to start my day, she thought happily as he broke away from her mouth and licked up her neck.

A soft moan escaped her mouth, more of a loud breath than anything really, relishing in the way he made her feel. She arched back delicately and felt him smile before suddenly his head shot up and he grasped her hips, stopping her slow movements and freezing her in place. Startled, she blearily held onto his lapel, blinking owlishly up at him as he stared in the direction of the door, a glare slowly descending on his face. "What—?" she started and then froze when a tentative tap against the door alerted her to the fact that they weren't alone.

"It's Jaken," Sesshomaru told her and Rin cocked an eyebrow, knowing he had probably come looking for his overdue lord to take him away from her grasp and into the wilds. That just won't do, she decided as she leaned forward and began to kiss along the skin of his chest and collarbone.

"Ignore him," she whispered, stretching herself out to reach his chin, peppering more kisses along his jawline. "We haven't even gotten to the good part," she lamented, breath ghosting across his ear, pressing herself against him as his vice-like grip on her grew a little less constraining. Like he couldn't help himself, he turned his face to hers and she heard the smallest of sounds from him. Not quite a groan, not quite a growl, but it had her grinning happily. His hands slid into her kimono and she bit her lip to stop the sounds he began to draw from her.

"M'lord?" Came Jaken's voice from the abyss outside of their blanket-tent. Rin jumped and then put her hand against her mouth to muffle her gasp as well as the laugh that threatened to spill out. She leaned her head against her husband's shoulder, all of her attention on trying her best not to make a sound that would alert the little demon outside to the activities that he was interrupting.

"Go away." Was Sesshomaru's very pithy response.

Jaken vanished almost immediately and Rin couldn't stop the laughs that spilled from her as his feet quickly padded away down the hall. Sesshomaru pulled the blanket off of them in one fluid motion, leaning forward so that she was crushed under him.

How lucky for her that he wasn't in a rush.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading!