Hands
Kagome loved his hands. Everything that was Inuyasha—his raw strength, his stubborn resolve, all the wild grace of him—was evident in his hands. The long, almost slender fingers that hinted at his noble heritage; the knotted knuckles that showed his rougher nature; the calluses on his palms that spoke of his hard work, his familiarity with a sword; the sharpened points of his claws that were somehow both deadly and beautiful, branding him as what he was: yōkai, fighter, a dangerous opponent not to be lightly crossed. His hands were every inch a weapon.
But they were also gentle.
Inuyasha smoothed his hand up the curve of her spine, claws trailing along her bare skin. His other hand combed languidly through her hair, fingers weaving through the inky strands. Draped across the length of his body, head pillowed on his shoulder, Kagome sighed in contentment and nuzzled her face against his chest. The fingers in her hair lightly tugged; obeying their prompting, she tilted her chin up to meet Inuyasha's heavy-lidded gaze.
"Mornin'," he mumbled, a soft smile curving the edges his mouth.
"Morning," she replied with a sleepy grin.
The hand in her hair moved to her face; the pads of his fingers drifted along her eyebrows, her cheekbones, her nose, then slowly caressed her lips, the touch so gentle it was almost reverent.
She gripped his wrist, held him in place, and kissed every inch of his wild, gentle hand.
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A/N: Written in response to a drabble challenge posted by inuyashaeienni over on Tumblr. The prompt was just straight up InuKag fluff written in under 250 words. This clocked in at 244 words.