Title: All I Want
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Inupapa/Sessmom
Word Count: 564
Note: Minor Movie 3 spoilers
All I Want
Amayami eyed her recently revived husband with a wary eye. Sighing in annoyance, she rubbed circles against in her rounded belly. The infant was not the only one agitated this morning.
"Touga, you don't need an another sword," she began, but paused in light of the rapid kicks her unborn child delivered to her bladder. It seemed, even within the womb, the child sided with its brooding father. Glancing up at his glowering, though pouting, visage she continued. "Or any sword for that matter."
Tenderly she pressed soothing kisses to his lips and along the jagged stripe on his cheek as she combed her fingers through his silvery hair. Winding his arms around her, he slowly began to return her kisses.
After a moment, he pulled away to revealed where his youngest son had inherited his sense of tact. "Izayoi would have let me have one."
His wife- his beautiful, serene, calm, powerful, deadly, and highly volatile when pregnant, wife smiled. Inwardly he cringed, knowing from hard earned experience, there were few things as frightening as his wife's smile.
"Yes," she said simply, her tone even, "and as I recall she also let you run into a burning building."
He pulled away sharply, suddenly angry and ready to defend the woman he, for a time, loved. "She didn't let me," he retorted. "That I did on my own accord."
Amayami's smile vanished, her brow rising slightly above its usual graceful arch. "Yes," she acceded dryly. "And that makes it so much better."
Scowling, Touga crossed his arms over his chest, huffily turning away. "Where is Sesshoumaru?" he asked plaintively, ready to have words with the one responsible for this mess. Why oh why couldn't Sesshoumaru have been the irresponsible one?
Yet, another question seemed more pertinent. Which was, of course, why did his eldest, and oh so responsible son, wait five centuries to revive him.
The question remained unanswered as Amayami slid her arms around his waist, while planting placating kisses to his throat and jaw. "At work," she almost purred, her hands sliding into his shirt.
Pretending to be unbothered by her amorous ministrations he stared past her. "What exactly is it that he does?" he asked, before kissing her swiftly. Slowly, almost of their own accord, his fingers fumbled over the fastenings of her coveralls.
"He's a doctor," she answered, helping him with the unruly fasteners. Then clarified. "A healer."
Touga frowned. "Sesshoumaru is a healer?" He was skeptical, and rightfully so, for he knew his son to care nothing for the sick or wounded.
Shrugging elegantly, Amayami wound her arms around his neck and offered the only explanation she could fathom. "They pay him to cut people."
Touga sighed, shaking his head. Although he had to agree it did make a sort of twisted sense. "I…see."
She smiled and drew as close as the bulge of her belly would allow. Caging his face with her hands she stopped a kiss. "Touga," she murmured on the tail end of a sigh.
Touga pulled away slightly, his lips hovering over hers. It seemed, the centuries had not changed her insistence of speaking at the most inopportune times.
"Alright."
Her words were a puff of breath as she nibbled seductively at his ear. 'Alright?'
She chuckled softly, her white hair sliding from her shoulders as her head fell back. "You may have another sword, " she replied playfully. "But, I do draw the line at five."
