Mistress Winter: Chuckles. Enjoy.
Ear Fetish
Ripe Ripe Cherries
I Inuyasha am a demon among mere mortals (ok, so I'm half mortal too). I grace the lower beings with my almighty presence and let their lowly eyes light upon my holy visage. Why, you might ask, am I acting this way?
I have come upon something wonderful, something life-changing; I have come across… dun dun dun…Kagome's weakness.
No it's not the ears, though I know she's obsessed over them. Hey, you don't think she likes me just for those do you? I mean, half the time she's trying to get her hands on it and the other half, she just staring after them, with that smoldering gaze that melts me into a hanyou shaped puddle…
Ahem. Back on track.
No, what I have discovered is her sensitive spot. It was the most obvious spot for it to be, and the most convenient, for me at least. This was good, for now I could finally return the favor.
After a tumultuous but pointless fight, all was right in the world. Miroku had apologized to Sango, and then groped her repeatedly afterwards. Sango had forgiven him once, and would attempt to break his fingers anytime they came near her. Kagome rode upon Inuyasha's back, steadily ignoring –them- , an act which took every ounce of her will power. Inuyasha acted like nothing was amiss, and put his plan into action.
They were hunting for shards again as always and Kagome was in one of her deliciously short skirts, as always. The group came across a cherry tree with the red fruit in all of its ripe glory, and squealing, Kagome ran to pluck it off its laden branches. But to no avail. She was just too short! Getting an idea, she rolled up her sleeves and got ready to climb the tree. Inuyasha stood back watching and waited for the inevitable fall.
Plop.
Kagome came back with no cherries and a damaged pride, and climbed back on Inuyasha's back. Now he was no monster, especially when it came to this raven haired maiden so he walked over to the tree. "Remember wench, I'm not your pack mule. Or ladder. I just want some shade. Not that I need it."
She nodded eagerly and reached up to pick the fruit and handfuls fell into her waiting arms. With this much stuff in her arms, arms which she needed for balance, Kagome tipped precariously backwards. Inuyasha sighed and readjusted her, his hands falling on the soft flesh of the back of her knees. She stilled. He looked back. And he swore to any divinity that he would never forget that look on her face. It was a mixture of happiness and shock, her little mouth parting to give a squeak. He flexed his claws gently in askance, and she squeaked once again. Inuyasha flexed his claws. She squeaked. He smirked. Slowly, he began to trace patterns on her skin with the tip of his claws. Calloused hands caressing tender flesh and drawing a trail of fire… Her lips parted like ripe, ripe cheeries...
Speaking of which, the cherries fell to the ground in a cacophony of plops and Inuyasha swung her into his arms. Her hands went into his silken hair and found the temple, then the almighty ears for which they craved.
Miroku, Shippo, and Sango watched speechless in the near distance. "Was that…" Sango questioned.
Shippo squeaked, "That was."
Miroku whistled, "Inuyasha you dog."
"About time." Sango remarked.
This is the end. Or is it?