Before Inuyasha could stop himself, he felt the rumbles from deep in his chest. Slowly, they built as he tried to suppress them, until finally one broke out of him and into the awkward air that was currently sitting between himself and Kagome. And where one snigger came, a hundred followed. Deep bellows and guffaws echoed through him, each one louder and more boisterous than the last.
But a wave of salt stopped his laughter in its tracks. When he looked up at Kagome, he could see the glistening of tears in her eyes. Tears his laughter caused.
Because she didn't understand.
Just as she made a motion to flee, Inuyasha darted his hand out, capturing hers just before it was out of reach.
"Kagome…" Inuyasha didn't mind that she avoided eye contact, not when everything was made clear. "You're brother proved yet again that he's smarter than both of us." He made sure his voice was tender, and finally—finally he let every drop of longing for her flow through his words. "He… he figured out how I feel about you…"
Inuyasha almost said 'and how you feel about me…,' but he didn't want to be the one to say it. He needed Kagome to say it. To confirm not only that Sōta really was the smart one, but also that she did want… well… him too.
"H—how you feel about me?" Kagome's eyes finally snapped back into his, but even as the disbelief was there, so too was the fledgling of a smile.
"Y—yeah," Inuyasha answered. He gave Kagome's hand a little tug. "A—date was what Sōta wanted for his birthday… after all."
"I…" Kagome started, and Inuyasha's stomach lurched again.
What if he was wrong?
What if he'd completely misread Kagome's reaction?
And Sōta's 'date' was just wishful thinking?
And now he'd put Kagome in the awkward position of having her brother's boss admit to feelings?
"…would like that…"
The laughter was back, but Inuyasha's deep guffaws was not the only sound that rang through his foyer: a melodic tinkling, like the sound of bells, had joined him. It wasn't the first time he'd heard Kagome laugh, but something about how free and full of joy and relief it was made it the most fucking beautiful thing Inuyasha had ever heard.
Before he could stop himself, Inuyasha launched himself toward her, encircling her in his arms. Kagome slumped against him, filling his chest with her warmth, and her body contoured so perfectly that it was as if they were born for each other. He took a deep inhale of Kagome's hair, flooding his senses with chocolate, raspberry, and salt.
"You're still crying," Inuyasha whispered, running his claws through Kagome's hair, and crushing her even closer to his chest.
"Well, shit," Kagome sniffled. "You—and me—andSōta… just… what the fuck?"
"I knew he got that mouth o' his from you," Inuyasha chuckled, which set off new waves of laughter between the two of them. Then suddenly…
There was a crumpling of cardboard and a dull thud as something hit Inuyasha's foot.
Kagome had dropped the overpriced cherry pie on the ground.
"FUCK." Kagome's laughter was interrupted by more swearing, which got louder as she pushed Inuyasha away and picked up the squashed box. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"
Inuyasha simply shook his head, watching as the beautiful and disheveled woman dusted off the box, her face now twisted from frustration.
"It all looks the same the moment it hits the mouth," Inuyasha said, then took the box. "Seriously. It's gonna be delicious and special no matter what it looks like."
"But it had little leaves and decorations on the pie crust," Kagome whined. Inuyasha's soppy grin grew wider.
"I'll close my eyes as I eat it," Inuyasha said, then swallowed. "Do you… do you want to come in?"
Kagome nodded, and the blush that had so recently receded was back.
When they made it through the door, Kagome kicked off her sandals, leading Inuyasha to do the same. Inuyasha tried not to bounce behind her as she continued further into his house, but he couldn't help it. The fucking kid had set them up on a date, and Kagome was as excited about that prospect as he was!
Inuyasha would be making a particularly decadent batch of chocolate peanut butter and giving Sōta at least a gallon of it.
"Oh, my god; what is that smell?" Kagome took an animated whiff of the air as she glanced around Inuyasha's house, her gaze focusing on the polished wood floors, then the afghan rugs, then the black marble countertops of Inuyasha's open concept kitchen. "And… wow."
"Keh." Inuyasha didn't talk about his house that much. Hell, he hadn't had anyone over really, save for Shippō and Miroku on occasion. "Mom left it to me. And, well… I fixed things up here and there…"
"I shouldn't be surprised that you have an ice cream maker," Kagome said, turning toward the rectangular metallic device on the counter in the corner.
"I… I sometimes experiment," Inuyasha explained. "Trust me, I don't always get it right."
"Think we should make some crushed cherry pie and chocolate swirl?" Kagome chuckled, but her words ended in a sigh. "Serves me right for splurging, huh?"
"Well," Inuyasha approached, still trying to figure out where their 'date' went from here. "I could make a mean 'a la mode' ice cream with that pie. Just… plain old vanilla with that delicious pie you got cut into just the right size chunks." When he was close enough to Kagome again that he could smell her disappointment, he smiled. "The clumsy Kagome special."
When Inuyasha made to chuckle again, he found… his mouth suddenly occupied. Kagome had closed the distance between then, and she was now kissing him so frantically that he almost fell backward. Her arms around him, teasing his hair, her lips coaxing open his mouth so she could taste him—it was unexpected. And it was perfect.
"Kagome…" Inuyasha let every drop of longing that came from months and months of waiting and hoping rush out of him through her name. "I—fuck—this. I just…"
But his words died on Kagome's lips. And any further explanation was unnecessary, because when her tongue found the way inside of his mouth, Inuyasha's experience of the outside world had narrowed only to Kagome. All that mattered was how soft her skin felt under his fingers, how she tasted, and the way her chocolate and raspberry scent was starting to lace with something altogether different, spicier, like ginger—the scent of her desire.
"Did… did you ever wonder why I always refused your offer of a job, Inuyasha?" Kagome whispered between kisses, her glossy eyes opening slowly to meet his. "It was—it was because…" Kagome peppered kisses along Inuyasha's jawline. "I just… you'd be my boss and… I couldn't…" Kagome's words grew softer, nearly dying on her tongue, "couldn't…"
"Couldn't what, Kagome?" Inuyasha knew—well, desperately hoped—he knew where Kagome's train of thought was taking her.
"Couldn't…" Kagome's breathing was getting more rapid, as if she was willing herself to say the last set of words that were pressing against her lips. "Be with my boss."
"You—you wanna be with me?" Inuyasha said as earnestly as he could. He was having a really hard time believing that, all this time, she'd wanted to be with him as much as he'd wanted to be with her.
"Well, yeah. I mean… look at you." Kagome backed up just enough to gesticulate at Inuyasha's body. "But… I was so worried that Sōta and I were just… charity that… I didn't know what to do."
"Fuck." Inuyasha ran his fingers through his hair. "I—I didn't know that I made you think that. I mean—I like the kid. And it feels good that his workin' for me is making your life easier." He then leaned back in, letting his claws trace Kagome's jaw. "But… you were never charity to me. You—you're… well, shit." Inuyasha continued to look into Kagome's chocolate opal eyes. "I… I probably think about you way more than I—"
But Inuyasha's words were cut off by Kagome crushing her lips to his again, letting her tongue curl against his.
"Uh… would it be too forward of me…" Kagome asked, pulling back one more time, "To… um… get a tour of your… bedroom?"
Holy shit.
Not in Inuyasha's wildest fantasies was it this easy. He'd thought through exactly how he planned on asking Kagome out, how he was going to let her know that he had feelings for her, how, well, when it came the time he would invite her back to his house and maybe—just maybe—he'd get up the nerve to try to seduce her.
"Y—yeah." Inuyasha took Kagome's hand and plodded up his stairs to the second floor. Was this really happening? Had a single text message on Sōta's birthday really meant that he was currently leading Kagome to his bedroom to…
"Hey, uh," Inuyasha opened the door, relieved that he'd cleaned the place up in preparation for Sōta's birthday, "We… we don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. I—I'm just really really happy that you… that you and I are…"
Kagome walked deliberately to Inuyasha's bed, then turned toward him. First, she removed the tie that held her hair in a braid, shaking it out so it fell softly around her shoulders. Then, she removed the cardigan she was wearing, dropping it obviously on the floor next to her. Next, Kagome grabbed at the zipper on the back of her dress, unzipping it without dropping the eye contact she was making with Inuyasha, who'd frozen in place. When she shimmied out of the dress, leaving her glorious body in nothing but a black satin bra (that she was spilling out of) and black lace panties (that were fucking see through), Inuyasha licked his lips. Because that was the only way he could prevent himself from drooling.
"I… I want…" Kagome started, then considered her words. "Everything."
Inuyasha crossed the room to her, pulling her into his arms yet again, licking the seam of her lips. When she opened her mouth for him, their tongues made to meet once more. He couldn't help it. Did she even fucking know what it was doing him that she made him feel so desired?
Inuyasha had been with other women. Some had even seemed to really enjoy the touch of a half-demon, but it was never right. Sometimes they would flinch at his fangs or claws. Sometimes they'd tweak his ears as if they were toys. Some, he only got to touch on his human night. And fuck, he took those little moments of joy where he could get them; they would be able to deafen the howl of his loneliness, albeit temporarily.
But when Kagome entered his life, thoughts of finding someone to fleetingly fill the void disappeared. They were all replaced with her: with her scent, with her voice, with her smile. Kagome, who took fucking incredible care of her kid brother in the worst of circumstances… Kagome, who—well, shit—who he had been in love with at least since the night she'd signed Sōta's work permit.
She wanted everything. With him.
He wanted everything with her too.
And he would give her everything.
Tonight though, he would show her that he loved her, even if it was too fucking soon to say the words. And he would cherish her, for this moment that she was giving him: for her acceptance, for her desire.
Inuyasha started to pull up the edges of his t-shirt, his eyes never straying from Kagome's. Soon, it was in a pile on the floor. Then, he loosened his belt, trying to keep from tearing up when a sly and excited smile came to Kagome's face. She was about to see a half-demon's dick, and she was excited about it. When those slid off of his body, and all he was in was his black boxer briefs, he stood stock still. He was still unsure. What if everything had some caveat he hadn't known about? Because he sure as fuck did not want to do anything that messed up his chance to be with Kagome.
Kagome looked Inuyasha up and down, the grin on her face lighting the rest of her luminous body. She then proceeded to unhook her bra, throwing it on the floor with a little extra flourish, then she looped her hands into her underwear, and shimmied out of those in turn.
Inuyasha had lost count of the times he pictured this—Kagome, naked in front of him, waiting for him to take her, how many times he'd touched himself moaning her name, fixing his memory on the scent of her. But the real thing, the real Kagome, standing before him, was so much more than even the most vivid of his fantasies could have concocted.
Kagome truly was from a Botticelli painting: the curves of her were soft but defined, signs of someone who labored as her job. And although her skin was smooth, an occasional scar cut across the flesh, which, in Inuyasha's opinion, only served to enhance her beauty. As Inuyasha let his gaze trail down, he set his eyes on Kagome's round and pert breasts, peaked with dusky pink nipples which faded from pale to bright as they circled toward their centers. Soon, his eyes were on the curled hair that adorned the juncture of her thighs, soft and silky, guarding the treasures within.
At Kagome's giggle, Inuyasha realized that he'd started whining, and probably, that his ears had started to wiggle. And well, there was the other thing. Probably the most obvious thing. Because in staring at Kagome, his entire body buzzed with his desire for her, no place more apparently than, well, his own groin.
"Uh…" Kagome's sheepish voice broke Inuyasha out of the trance her body had put him in. "Are you… are you gonna… too?"
"Y—yeah." Inuyasha needed to stop stuttering. But, had Kagome seen herself? Her body would strike anyone dumb. "You—you sure?"
"Yeah," Kagome answered, and the smile that started in her eyes radiated down the rest of her. She then put her hands on her hips, and quirked her eyebrow expectantly.
Inuyasha wasn't going to make her wait even a second longer, sliding his boxer briefs down off his hips; he then kicked them off.
"Oh." Kagome's eyes did not leave any ambiguity about what her statement was referring to.
"I uh… I guess I've heard that I'm a good size." Inuyasha blushed, trying to decipher what Kagome's wide eyes meant as she stared intently at his erection.
"Uh, yeah, wow," Kagome breathed, but her shit-eating grin gave Inuyasha a bit more confidence. "Do you… do you have a condom?"
Inuyasha let out another boisterous laugh. If there was any ambiguity about where this encounter was going to lead, that question had cleared it up. He walked to Kagome and threw his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug, fully aware of how good it felt to have his flesh pressing flesh.
"What am I ever gonna do with you," Inuyasha whispered into the crown of Kagome's head. "You keep sayin' stuff like that you're never gonna get rid of me."
"Because I'm a fan of safe sex?" Kagome purred back, then roped her arms around Inuyasha's backside, using both her hands to squeeze his ass. "And you didn't answer my question."
"Because you want to have sex with a half-demon," Inuyasha answered, unable to resist planting a sloppy and loving kiss on Kagome's lips. "And yeah. I do have a condom."
Thank fuck he bought a new box of them when he met Kagome, a little symbol of hope.
Because honestly, he never actually had thought that it would happen.
"You should… get one," Kagome breathed, reminding Inuyasha that they were still in a tight embrace, that Kagome's hands were still squeezing his ass, and that they were naked.
Inuyasha did what he was told, scrambling (probably too enthusiastically) toward his night table, then pulling out the little square of foil. But… he wasn't ready to put it on yet.
"Before I, um, use this, I… I wanna have a chance to… explore." Inuyasha hoped Kagome caught his meaning; he didn't want to leave ambiguity about what he meant. "You look good enough to eat."
"B—but… I haven't showered." Kagome closed off her body so quickly that Inuyasha stopped stalking toward her. "I—I'd be more comfortable if we…"
Inuyasha paused to take a breath, then finished his advance, taking Kagome's hands in his hands.
"You're my fucking dream, Kagome." Inuyasha couldn't hide the momentary disappointment that bubbled through him that he wouldn't get to taste Kagome. "And I will do anything you want to. And I won't do anything you don't want to do. Because… just having you want to be with me makes me feel like the luckiest bastard on the East Coast."
"Thanks, Inuyasha." Kagome took one step closer to him. "And… you can touch me. Just… I sweated all day and… I don't want to—"
"You don't need to explain why to me." Inuyasha kissed Kagome's eyelid.
He could have told her that his dog demon nose was already addicted to Kagome's scent, especially when it was mixed with her sweat. He could have tried to assure her that he would never think that her scent was anything less than perfect, or that her musk excited him even more than she would fresh out of the shower. But that didn't matter. Kagome's comfort and her enthusiasm mattered a whole fucking lot more than Inuyasha's instincts.
"Will you tell me where to touch you? Where feels good?" Inuyasha asked.
Kagome's laughter rang through Inuyasha's bedroom. She reached up and rubbed one of his ears affectionately (fuck, that felt so good he almost just wanted to lay on her lap and let her do that for the next thirteen years…).
"H—how are you even real?" Kagome hadn't stopped stroking his ear, probably because Inuyasha could not help but lean into her touch. "You treat my brother like family and you look like that and you're… you're asking me how to make me feel good?"
Inuyasha tried to suppress the growl that wanted to break from him that Kagome seemed utterly flabbergasted that he wanted her to feel good. What sort of fucking guys was Kagome with before this?!
It didn't matter.
Because Inuyasha was going to make sure that Kagome never had to worry about a man doing everything in his power to make her feel like the fucking goddess-amongst-mortals that she was. Because he sure as fuck would be doing that for her tonight (and if he were honest, as long as she would have him).
"I'm just a guy," Inuyasha said, his eyes capturing Kagome's, "who found a woman who I couldn't stop thinking about. One who deserves only the best things in life." He then leaned in, and kissed Kagome's lips. "And if it starts with me makin' sure you have as much fun in my bed as I am havin', then sign me the fuck up."
That was the last thing Inuyasha needed to say, because before he knew it, Kagome had relinquished his ear and dragged him on top of her, them both tumbling onto his king-sized mattress. Inuyasha didn't resist, letting his weight press Kagome into his bed.
But even as they kissed and his demon mind turned all his thoughts to claiming her, Inuyasha would not forget his promise: that he would make sure she had the best experience being with him that he could possibly give her. Inuyasha released Kagome's lips, and at her whine, he smiled. He wanted to fuck her, more than anything he'd ever wanted before, but he was going to take his time to make sure she was ready. Even if that did not include his favorite thing on the menu.
So Inuyasha kissed down Kagome's neck, listening to the little whimpers and grunts as he tested the soft flesh of her nape. Then he freed his right arm of his weight, so that he could map her body with his fingers, starting at her navel and working his way up toward her breasts.
"Does this feel good?" Inuyasha whispered, before laving Kagome's jawline with a decadent stroke of his tongue.
"Y—yes." Kagome's answer was shaky, and her scent was getting spicier by the moment. It was… addictive.
Inuyasha trailed his fingers further down Kagome's body, letting his claws now scratch the inside of her thighs. Her answering shudder had him smiling through his attentions to her neck. Inuyasha trailed his kisses down her clavicle, until his head was directly between the glorious peaks of her breasts. Inuyasha looked up into Kagome's desire-clouded eyes, and waited. He wanted to make absolutely sure that she knew what he intended to do next, and wanted it.
All it took was a quirk of Kagome's lip for Inuyasha to continue, taking a long swipe of his tongue directly between her breasts. He was rewarded by a guttural squeal, and a spike in her spiced arousal so powerful that it nearly drowned out her natural chocolate and raspberries scent. Inuyasha wanted to die and be buried between Kagome's breasts, but he had more work to do. Had more… cherishing to do.
"I want to… taste you, Kagome," Inuyasha whispered, kissing the giving flesh, circling in to where he wanted desperately to lick, letting her know exactly where he meant. But, he was not going to do it until she gave him the okay. "May I?"
"God, yes." Kagome managed to squeak, and after a dark chuckle, Inuyasha obliged.
He wouldn't remember if it was the taste of her petaled nipples or if it was the way she moaned so loudly it echoed through his house that more powerfully did him in, but… he was done for. Inuyasha would officially give the perfect woman who keened to be with him anything she ever wanted, because she already had his heart.
He would worship Kagome, and love Kagome. Every moment of every day. Whether they were in his bedroom (god, he hoped they would get to do stuff like this in his bedroom a fuckload more).
"I… I want to touch you too." Inuyasha moved his right hand away from Kagome's thigh, and he let it rest in her pubic curls, again, letting her know exactly where he planned on touching her. "May I?"
"Yes." Kagome sighed, which was all the direction Inuyasha needed. He knew he had to be careful with his claws, but Kagome was worth it.
Inuyasha lavished her breasts with kisses, sucks, and licks while his fingers toyed with the lips of Kagome's sex. And he listened. When she moaned a little deeper to the tease of his fang, he nibbled a little more freely. When she shuddered and filled his nose with her ginger arousal at the way his thumb tickled her clit, he concentrated his motions there. And slowly, deliberately, Inuyasha learned. He learned that Kagome liked to be bitten, and he learned that teasing the outside of her sex with his claws would make her shudder and lean into his touch.
And even as he wished his tongue could take the place of his thumb, to taste the slippery need that now coated Kagome's lips, he let his desire for her, to please her, project through his thumb. And Kagome climbed, her moans getting deeper, her shudders less controlled, her voice, incoherent.
Her hands had found their way to his head, pawing at his hair as she soared, but letting him have his way. Trusting him to guide her way to pleasure, letting him fulfill the fantasy that strained his cock for those delicious months of knowing her. Kagome was perfect, and Inuyasha couldn't get enough of her.
"I—Inu…" Kagome's whimpering words broke him from his trance, "I—I'm gonna…"
"Let yourself," Inuyasha chuckled. "Please. For me."
Kagome nodded with a single incoherent giggle, and Inuyasha redoubled his efforts. His thumb stroked her clit while his tongue circled her left nipple, providing synchronous pressure and rhythm. Soon, Kagome was bucking her hips against his hand and her motions and her sounds were no longer within her control, and with one final feral thrust, she burst.
"INUYASHA!"
How the perfect woman with the intoxicating scent, musical voice, and glorious body had managed to save just enough clarity to cry his name so jubilantly, Inuyasha didn't know. But hearing her say it, hearing Kagome cry out for Inuyasha, well… it took a lot to get a half-demon to cry, but he found himself having to swallow down a tear.
He settled himself next to her on the bed as she panted, coming down from the high of her orgasm. Inuyasha noted the way her face was flush with pleasure, a pink so like and yet so unlike the flush of embarrassment. He paid attention to how unfocused Kagome's eyes were as she rode out the aftershocks, and couldn't help but watch the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, in response to the breaths she was taking.
Yup. He was in love. And he revered it.
Just as he let his claw brush back some of Kagome's disheveled hair, she turned her face toward him, her eyes now focusing on him, and solely on him. Then, when her face lit with a smile, he couldn't help but smile back.
"That was—" Kagome breathed. "That was amazing."
"Keh." Inuyasha tried to sound nonchalant, as if he wasn't a soppy love-puppy who wanted to find ways to make Kagome do that every moment of every day (he absolutely failed at being nonchalant).
"Are you… do you want to…" Kagome considered her words, but finally, as the smile that lit her from the inside grew wider, she continued, "use that condom?"
Inuyasha thought to give Kagome a break. To hold her and stroke her hair and kiss her. Then they would go down and eat the prime rib still cooking in the slow cooker and talk. He'd guess her favorite ice cream and hopefully score another date. And they'd both scold Sōta together. Then maybe, if Kagome didn't have an early day, he would kiss her again and see if she wanted him to love on her again, so that he could hear her cry his name into the night. Again.
But at her eyes and her smile, and at the way her body was writhing from further need, Inuyasha's thoughts evaporated, and were replaced by one single thought. "Yes."
Inuyasha rolled back atop Kagome, kissing her ardently.
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" He couldn't hold it in, not now, not this. "How much being with you means to me?"
"I'm starting to," Kagome replied, a musical undertone to her jubilant voice. "And… I hope you understand—you mean a lot to me, too, Inuyasha." She placed a submissive kiss on the underside of Inuyasha's jaw, a twinkle in her eye—she knew what that meant. "And so does this."
Inuyasha swallowed down the very-human feelings that Kagome was eliciting in him. Instead, he smiled down at her as he excised the condom from the foil, and rolled it down his shaft. And even from tentative touches of his own hands, Inuyasha could tell that he was already at the bursting point. Half-demon stamina or no, he was not going to last long. Not when he'd seen Kagome come so thoroughly undone because of him. Not when she smelled of spicy heaven because of him. Not when her body lay open and welcoming for him.
"I… I hope it's okay if—if," god, this was embarrassing. "If this part takes—uh—a bit less time."
"Inuyasha." Kagome leaned up just enough that Inuyasha scrambled back onto the bed to meet her gaze. "You just gave me—bloody hell—one of the best orgasms of my life." She kissed him on his lips. "It's your time to feel good. I want to see you lose yourself because of me. So… don't hold back." Suddenly, Kagome bit his lip. "Plus… I don't doubt that, there's more fun where this comes from. So… you can make it up to me."
"Kagome…" Inuyasha swallowed down the emotion that threatened to break him: for this wonderful woman, for this night, for the sassy ass kid who demanded a job and gave him Kagome in his life.
"Just, don't close your eyes," Kagome whispered. "Your eyes are beautiful, and I want to see the way they look at me."
"They've always looked at you this way," Inuyasha admitted, but then he leaned down and claimed Kagome's mouth. It was the closest thing to saying he loved her that he had available at the moment. For now though, it was enough.
When Inuyasha feathered his fingers against Kagome's weeping sex, to make sure she was ready for him (holy fuck, she was), it was enough. When Inuyasha positioned himself so he could feel the head of his cock pressing its way inside of Kagome, and he watched as her mouth opened at the feel of him, it was enough. And finally, when he sheathed himself inside of Kagome's body, finding her walls welcomed him as if he were home, it was enough.
So gently, purposefully, Inuyasha began to rock his hips, waiting until Kagome's face gave way to relaxation, and finally, to bliss, before he started concentrating on the build of exquisite pressure that was happening in his own groin. Kagome was tight, and yet he was able to fuck her effortlessly. She was a glove that fit him perfectly, and from the way her whimpers gave way to moans, he thought—hoped—it meant that he fit her perfectly too.
"Kagome…" Inuyasha whispered, the only word his tongue wanted to taste. The only word that mattered. Her name. The name of the woman he worshiped. The name of the woman he cherished. The name of the woman he would cry out (sooner than he would like…) at the crest of his pleasure.
"Inuyasha," Kagome whispered back, her voice lost in the pleasure of their moment. "Let yourself go. I want to watch."
When Inuyasha saw the dark desire in Kagome's eyes at her request, he understood. It wasn't just about giving him what he gave her, it was about watching him too. And, he sure as fuck was not going to disappoint. Not this perfect woman, not now.
So, Inuyasha grinned a predatory grin, and he leaned down to lick the sweat from Kagome's neck.
"You want to see what you do to me, huh 'Gome?" Inuyasha teased, pleased at her moan. "That nothing in this world feels better than fucking you. That your body is fucking perfection. That I—" he increased the pace of his thrusts. "That I can't… I—" The build inside of him was uncontrollable, the dam was breaking, "Kagome!"
Inuyasha had had orgasms before. Mostly with his hands, but on occasion with a partner. He'd felt the build and spilt his cum into a condom, or a tissue. He'd moaned names in the night—even Kagome's. But, it was never like this. The wave of pleasure had never rooted itself in his heart before, flooding him with not only the physical bliss of the act, but also the emotional bliss of knowing that he'd never want to orgasm with another.
Kagome was it for him.
The only one he would ever want again.
The person he loved more than anyone else in the world.
The woman who smelled of chocolate and raspberries.
"Has anyone ever told you—" a delicate hand found its way to Inuyasha's chest, "That you're gorgeous?"
Inuyasha turned his lovesick eyes to the glittering chocolate ones that he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life.
"Has anyone ever told you—'" Inuyasha retorted, surprised to find that the orgasmic haze had cleared, leaving only love in its wake, "That you're gorgeous?"
"Pssh." Kagome giggled and gave him a tender shove. "I said it first."
"Doesn't make me sayin' it too any less true," Inuyasha chuckled, and leaned in to kiss Kagome's forehead. "You're beautiful, Kagome. Inside and out."
"Inuyasha…" Kagome whispered back, and threw her arms around him, kissing his neck and pulling at his hair.
If Inuyasha had thought about that day he heard the whispered voices of two who deserved ice cream more than most would lead to this, he would have scowled and told whoever gave him hope to fuck off. But here he was, decades after his mother died, still running her ice cream shop, where a sassy kitsune and an even sassier human had conspired to help him find love, and well…
"Hey—do you still want to know what my favorite ice cream flavor is?" Kagome asked, her naked body still pressed against his.
"Hell yeah, I do." Inuyasha's ears perked forward. He really really did want to know.
"Well, I had it, many years ago, when I was a little girl." Kagome's eyes looked off at the distance, as she told the story. "It was this… swirled white chocolate and chocolate concoction that had the best raspberries I think I've ever tasted. It was in your shop. You only had it that one time. But… yeah. I still sometimes think about it. I try to remember if it was you behind the counter or Shippō, but… it stuck with me. After all these years. The best ice cream I've ever tasted."
Inuyasha thought back to the raspberries that were sitting on his kitchen counter, the very raspberries he was planning to use to make "Kagome": a chocolate/white chocolate swirled ice cream with raspberries from his garden. An ice cream flavor he had only ever made once.
"Your favorite ice cream is chocolate and raspberries," Inuyasha exhaled, trying to keep the waves of tears and laughter from breaking over him, for this moment, for this perfect girl. The only one he'd been unable to guess. The one who, his soul always knew the favorite flavor of. "Well, I suppose that I can make a batch special, just for you."