The evening progressed as normal, except for the awkward silence between Kagome and Inuyasha. Miroku, Sango, Kagome, and Shippo all rolled out their mats to prepare for the night's rest. As Inuyasha sat in his usual position in the corner propped up by Tetsuiga.
Night fell upon the band of weary travelers and sleep encompassed them quickly, aside from Kagome that is. She gazed at Inuyasha as he dozed lightly. She didn't know what to make of their affection for each other, love seemed too strong of a word. But her affection for him had undergone a transformation, which was more than just companionship. A strange longing had begun to grow inside of her. A longing that was put to rest when they kissed. She unconsciously ran her hand along the smooth skin of her hip. Inuyasha she thought. Being so close to the object of her affections how was she supposed to act, now that the unspoken connection between them had been confirmed?
It was just a kiss, but how much would it change things? What was to become of the moment they shared? They could just forget about it, but she didn't want to. Kagome looked at Inuyasha's clawed hands, the hands that had protected her, fought for her, and earlier that evening, held her.
She was restless, wanting something she knew she shouldn't think about. Her eyes roved over his body. She had bandaged him up enough to know what lay beneath his usual red garments. Everything about him called to her, made her need him, made her need to touch him, or to simply be with him. The simplest touch, the tiniest glance was enough to fuel her longing for hours.
She felt like she might burst inside from the feeling. The hand that had been resting on her hip moved down between her legs, and her fingertips lightly pressed an area that sent shivers through her entire body. Her eyes closed in pleasure.
Inuyasha's mind was buzzing. He had tried to rest for a while but it proved useless. He could not stop replaying the events that had taken place that night. Kagome was never far from his mind. A small wind blew around him, carrying with it a strange scent that quickly disappeared. He sniffed the air around his friends individually, everything smelled normal. Until he got to Kagome, the scent was emanating from her. He had smelled it before, a feral, musty smell.
He cocked his eyebrow in confusion. Is she doing….what I think she is? No…. she wouldn't do that. But that smell suggests otherwise.
Kagome quickly relocated her hands so that she could see them. I shouldn't have done that. She mentally berated herself. Her eyes remained closed and she struggled vainly to find sleep. Inuyasha, however, stayed awake, pondering many of the same questions as Kagome.
If only one of them knew the other was awake, then maybe some questions could have been answered.