Day 4: Hands

His hands itched.

He barely could resist the temptation, the almost primal urge to paw at these.

He sat, watching her from the corner of his eye, face perfectly emotionless as he sat near her at the camp. Sango and Shippou were bathing in a spring nearby, Miroku was probably trying to peek at the slayer,, so Kagome was using the peaceful time to do some reading.

Which meant she was oblivious to him watching these.

He was in love with the wench, virtues flaws and shit, but these were what he loved in her in particular.

They were so round and supple, pale pink with slightly darker tips. He licked his lips as he watched how her long hair partially obscured these, falling over her shoulder as she read..

These were so different from his own. For example they weren't covered in by any kind of body hair - sans the hair that grew on her head, when she didn't keep it back. These fascinated him and he just wanted to touch them so badly.

He wanted to run his fingers over them, gently massage them. He wanted to memorize their curve and lick them. Hell, he wanted to lick them,. On multiple occasions his maturing body and mind had caused him to dream about them. How he'd embrace Kagome, skin touching skin, her head tilted back and to the side, soft gasps leaving her as he bent his head and worshiped these fascinating parts of her body. Yeah, they were sexy as hell and the temptation was worse with every passing day, but at the same time there was something pure and innocent to his fascination, a spark of real, untamed curiosity and hope that his touch would bring Kagome some pleasure or just make her giggle.

Was he weird? It wasn't like he hadn't seen similar features on other human females, why Kagome's were so different? He didn't know and didn't really care.

He just waned to fondle these, just for a little while. Hopefully Kagome wouldn't mind...

"What's on your mind, Inuyasha?"

"Ears," he blurted out. Kagome blinked at him, confused. He blushed dark red and looked around, trying to make sure she didn't know how much her ears turned him on. "Uh... Um... Kikyou had bigger. And she wore a hair style that made them stand out. Your are tiny and... and..."

He forgot what he was supposed to say because for some reason the wench smiled at him brightly instead of sulking at being compared to Kikyou.

Embarrassed and confused he turned to look the other way, but froze when he heard her soft voice

"If you want to touch then, I don't mind," she said shyly. "I mean you probably haven't had a chance to inspect a human ear from close up... I mean unless on your human night..."

"You... You don't mind?" still red in the face, he dared to look at her flushed cheeks and smile.

"I mean... I went for your ears the first thing I did when I saw you at the Sacred Tree..."

"You..." his own ears quivered. "You did?"

"How could I not? I mean it was a bit weird of me because you were asleep, but I don't mind you touching my ears.

"Oh," she wasn't weirded out. She actually liked his ears. And she didn't mind him laying his hands on hers.

Tentatively, holding his breath in anticipation, Inuyasha reached out a hand and brushed his fingertips against her ear. In turn the giggling miko reached up and fondled his own ear.

And with the following months, when they were alone, they slowly, but steadily moved from ears to other places. As their relationship deepened they learned more and more about each other ad themselves, letting their hands wander.