AN: Thank you all for the lovely comments last chapter. I'm so glad to see you're enjoying the story thus far! Now for that dirty smut I promised you guys….

Prompt: Licking/Face Riding

Chapter 2: Dietary Preferences

Rin woke up before the sun had even risen. She flipped over to face Sesshoumaru, the damned bed creaking slightly as she did. "Good morning," she croaked, kissing his chin. He wasn't sure if that's where she meant to kiss him or she just couldn't see in the dark. Either way, he kissed her lips in reply.

"Go back to sleep. It's still early," he murmured, rubbing his nose along hers.

"Is it?" She flopped back over and grabbed her phone from the floor, looking at it. Sesshoumaru saw a flash of 5:24 before she put the phone face-down on the bed. "Nah, it's about time to get up."

"Why?" he asked. It wasn't as if she had anything to do here. He would probably see to some work in the afternoon, but the others had no obligations beyond perhaps unpacking, which they could do at their leisure.

Rin seemed to think about that for a moment. "A mother's habit, I guess. Once Setsuna started going to school, I got up at 5:30 every day to get ready, make her lunch, and make sure she got up. She's gotten so bad about sleeping past her alarm these last couple of years. Inuyasha always got home around that time too, so Kagome would get up to cook us all breakfast, and I'd join her once I finished with Setsuna. Then we would eat, Setsuna would go to school, Inuyasha would go to sleep, and I would go down to the shop to get everything ready before opening up."

He stroked Rin's back as she spoke about their life. Nothing about the routine was particularly interesting or special, but Sesshoumaru relished hearing about it anyway. His wife and daughter had an entire way of life he knew nothing about. Of course, the same could be said for him and Towa. How were they going to blend two families who had gone about life so differently?

While Sesshoumaru pondered the future, Rin was still thinking about the past. "Strange how we did that for so many years, and now…we don't have to anymore." She frowned in thought. "This…is going to take some getting used to."

"Rest. You deserve it." All these years, she had not only been a single mother—albeit with her in-laws' help— but a business owner as well. The bags under her eyes spoke of her exhaustion. He wanted to wipe them away somehow.

"I…I don't know if I can," Rin confessed. "Already, I'm itching to take my shower and get ready before the girls wake up."

The words rang in Sesshoumaru's head: Take my shower.

A shower meant Rin would be naked.

A shower meant a closed door between them and the girls.

A shower sounded like the perfect idea.

"Then maybe I should join you," he murmured.

Rin chuckled. "Somehow, I don't think that's a good idea."

He frowned. "Why not?"

When she led him to the shower, he saw why not.

"I can barely fit in here by myself," Rin said with a smile, stepping inside to show him. Indeed, she was almost right under the showerhead with perhaps a forearm's length of space between her body and the opposite wall. "We wouldn't be able to move if you came in here."

Still, Sesshoumaru never was one to give up without trying.

He stepped inside, and Rin backed up as far as she could. Sure enough, his body pressed against hers in the tiny space. She was so small; her head only came up to his chest. Her breasts scraped along his stomach with her every breath. Her heartbeat sped up like a jackrabbit's, and his demonic senses sharpened, as if he had spotted his prey.

Time to corner it.

He placed his elbows on either side of her head and leaned down, pressing his length of body against flush hers. She sucked in a breath as if to create more distance between their skin, but he only moved in further. "What I have in mind does not require much moving around."

He gave a gentle thrust of his hips against hers to demonstrate.

Rin let out the breath she had been holding in an explosive gasp.

"What do you say, Rin?" he asked, continuing his soft grind against her. His member was already hardening, anticipating a homecoming within Rin's dwelling.

Rin's eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at him helplessly. He almost had her.

Her eyes trailed over his shoulder. "But…you'll block…all the water. I'll get—gasp—so cold."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the thundering pulse in her neck. "I'll keep you plenty warm," he growled. She mewled.

The creak of a bed and a few quick footsteps were Sesshoumaru's only warning before there was a frantic knocking on the door. "Mama, are you almost done? I really need to pee," Towa said.

Sesshoumaru let his head fall against the wall of the shower.

From the other side of the door, Setsuna sighed with exaggerated irritation. "You and your bladder. How did you survive in the North all these years?"

"That's just it. I don't know, but now that I know about the existence of toilets, I can't go back. Mama?"

"Coming, sweetie," Rin said, giving Sesshoumaru's chest a quick peck before she slid out of the shower from underneath his arms.

When Rin opened the door, Towa practically barreled inside, and she froze upon finding her father coming out of the shower. "Uhhh…morning, Papa."

He nodded in reply and stepped out of the bathroom, letting Towa do her business. Setsuna watched with suspicious eyes as he and Rin walked back into the main room.

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?" Rin asked their daughter.

"Well enough." The dead look she had in her eyes—as if she wished to still be sleeping rather than up this early—belied the words. "And…you?"

Rin beamed. "The most relaxing sleep I've had in ages."

The words warmed Sesshoumaru's heart. He himself may have dozed during the night—a testament to the serenity he felt with Rin.

One flush later, a rush of the tap, and Towa burst out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "Whew, okay, mission accomplished! Good morning, family! What are we going to do on this wonderful new day together?"

"Ugh, how can you be so cheerful in the morning?" Setsuna grumbled, curling back under the covers.

"How can I not be? Our family's finally together, Setsuna! Isn't that amazing?!"

"It'll be just as amazing in a couple more hours," Setsuna murmured.

Towa padded forward and grabbed Rin's hands. "Mama, you know what day it is, right?"

Rin frowned. "Umm…April 24th?"

"It's Sunday, Mama! Do you think…could we still have our traditional pancake breakfast?"

Setsuna's eyes opened, and she looked over in curiosity.

"Well, as long as it's in stock. We'll have to see what the government left us," Rin said.

Setsuna sat up. "With Uncle, Aunt, and Moroha too?"

Rin looked over at their youngest. "Well, certainly we can invite them if you want, but don't feel disappointed if they want to spend their own time together."

Setsuna nodded, though her eyes grew downcast. "It would just be…strange not to eat meals with Uncle Inuyasha and Aunt Kagome anymore."

"Oh, yes, I loved being able to eat with the whole family when I was in the South!" Towa exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Most times, I ate alone back home because Papa and Grandmother didn't need to eat, and I wasn't supposed to eat with the servants, though I sometimes did. But it feels so different when it's with family!"

Sesshoumaru's heart twisted. Once more, he was confronted with knowledge of the life his wife and child had led without him—and, apparently, the gap he had left in the life of the daughter he himself had raised.

"Well…if it's alright with your father…." Rin looked over at him in concern. Whether it was because she sensed his hurt or she was concerned about him sitting at the same table with Inuyasha, he wasn't sure.

Either way, this traditional appeared important to his daughters, so it would have to become one of their blended family norms.

"Do as you wish," he said.

A few hours later, the entire family was in the kitchen in the dining hall. They had gone through the crates of food and pulled out food for this "American breakfast" the girls were so excited about. Apparently, they all adored "pancakes."

Sesshoumaru stood in a corner of the kitchen as the others got to work. Towa and Moroha were making the pancake batter together while Setsuna mixed together various berries into a compote. His nose tingled with the sharp heat of cinnamon as Rin sprinkled some into a mixture of sugar and butter. Several pieces of untoasted bread lay out beside her. Kagome whisked a large bowl of eggs, and Inuyasha peeled apart strips of raw bacon.

"Gosh, it sure brings back memories being in here," Towa said, looking through the open serving counter into the dining hall. "Remember the night we all realized we were related?"

"You mean the night you started a food fight and I had to put a stop to it?" Inuyasha grumbled. The girls just laughed.

"I still can't believe it took you that long to figure out who I was when you had asked all the other campers their names," Setsuna remarked.

"Hey, in her defense, you were being an ass," Moroha insisted. "We didn't want to know you."

Setsuna frowned. "And you were being a show-off."

Moroha puffed out her chest. "Now, now, it's not showing off if the skills come naturally."

Setsuna twisted her lips. "Shut up." She threw a raspberry at Moroha's forehead. He bounced off and back onto the counter.

"Hey! You little —!" Moroha dipped her finger into the batter—earning a yelp of astonishment from Towa—and swiped it down the bridge of Setsuna's nose. Setsuna's mouth dropped open. Moroha chuckled. "Heh. There."

Sesshoumaru recognized the look in his daughter's eye. It was the same one he had often seen in Inuyasha's when Sesshoumaru had challenged him to duels back in the day.

So when Setsuna took a spoon of soupy compote and flicked it towards Moroha—who had the foresight to dodge—only for it to land on Towa's white kimono, Sesshoumaru wasn't surprised.

"Setsuna!" Towa shrieked.

Then all hell broke loose.

The girls grabbed any food within reach, lobbing it at each other. Kagome shrieked as a handful of blackberries landed in her bowl of eggs, splashing it on her dress. Inuyasha attempted to run away and save the bacon, but he stepped on a patch of pancake batter and slipped, crashing to the floor and sending strips of meat flying. Rin turned around just in time to be smacked with a glob of berry compote on the chest.

Sesshoumaru dodged an egg that whizzed by his head and exploded against the back wall of the kitchen. He straightened, ready to deliver his own brand of corporal punishment, when Rin suddenly shouted, "GIRLS, THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha froze, turning like rusty gears to face her. Rin's face was hard as steel, and the girls shrank under her gaze.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. Look at this place!" she cried out, throwing her arm around. "Look at all the food you've wasted! Do you realize we can't just run out to the grocery store anymore whenever we want food? We have what we have until we plan new shipments! Not to mention, think of the costs! The government is paying us to be here as ambassadors for the Rehabilitation Project. You're wasting taxpayer money—taxpayers who supported you when you fought for half-demon rights—throwing this food fight. And for what reason? Because you heard something you didn't want to and your feelings were hurt? Grow. Up. Now all of you, go clean up and come right back here. You are going to clean this entire kitchen from top to bottom before you have even a bite of food. Is that understood?"

As Rin laid into the errant pups, Sesshoumaru's heart swelled. He had always wondered what kind of mother she would make. He had seen her nurturing side when the girls were babes, of course, but beyond that, he did not know her parenting methods. He had been so impressed with their Setsuna when she snuck up North to see him that he had no doubt his Rin was a meticulous mother.

But to see her being so firm—so authoritative—triggered something in him. This was not the soft-spoken Rin who always deferred to his wishes when they first got married.

Would she ever command him in that tone of voice? Did he want her to?

Given how his cock jerked when he thought about it, the answer was yes.

"Yes ma'am," the girls mumbled, turning away and slinking out of the kitchen.

"Are you alright, Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, helping him up.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. But the bacon…."

Kagome groaned. "Oh, Inuyasha. Come on. Let's go make sure they don't start blaming each other and fighting again." The two left the dining hall.

Rin sighed, leaning against the counter and looking at the mess the girls had made. Her lips started to quiver. Then she snorted. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Sesshoumaru failed to see the humor in the situation.

Rin put a hand to her forehead. "So this is what being a parent to more than one child feels like. I always considered myself a mother of two, but now I see I'm hardly qualified to call myself that."

Sesshoumaru frowned. "Nonsense. You did well, Rin."

She huffed a laugh. "Juggling them both as babies was difficult, yes, but at least at that stage, they weren't fighting with each other yet. Heck, even when Towa stayed with us those last three months, the three of them got along so well. Although, looking back, I wonder if they were on their best behavior simply because I was incapacitated and they didn't want me to worry." She sighed.

Sesshoumaru walked towards her, putting a hand on her back. "You asserted your dominance," he said, his voice coming out as more of a rumble than he intended. But he couldn't help it. Her air authority was one of the strongest pheromones he had ever encountered. He leaned down and nuzzled her cheek with a low growl in his throat.

"Sesshoumaru? What's gotten into you?"

She had gotten into him. And he had plans to get into her.

He spotted a bit of compote on her jaw, and before he could stop himself, he licked it.

Rin jumped, spinning around to face him. "Sesshoumaru, what are you doing?"

"You had compote on your face."

She looked down at the front of her shirt helplessly, where compote dripped down the V of her neckline. "Yes, well, where don't I have compote? I need to go get cleaned up myself."

Sesshoumaru grabbed Rin's wrists and pulled her close. "Allow me."

Rin's eyes widened. "W-What?"

He bent his head down to the juncture of her neckline, deliberately pressing his tongue into the barest hint of cleavage that gaped above the shirt. He ran his tongue straight up her breastbone, stopping as soon as the trail of compote ended.

Sesshoumaru, who never ate human food if he could help it, lapped the tart yet sugary mixture into his mouth and swallowed, for there was one more flavor that had seeped into those berries, and it was one he would never let go to waste.

Rin.

"S-Sesshoumaru?" Rin gasped, falling back against the counter.

"I'm not finished yet," he answered. He laved his tongue over her chest again. Beneath the compote, Rin's skin tasted of orange, vanilla, and salt.

She was delectable.

"I-I think you got it all," she heaved, her breasts brushing his cheeks with every breath.

Was she trying to deny him his meal? That would not do. She would have to command him before he did as she wished this time.

"Did I?" he asked. "I think some went down your shirt. Look how it sticks to your skin," he said, tugging pitifully on the fabric.

Rin nodded vigorously.

Sesshoumaru peeled the shirt off his wife, revealing a lacy black bra and a stomach smeared with berry juice. He knelt before her and grasped her hips—soft and rounded from childbirth—then shoved his nose against her soft belly, inhaling her unique scent. He pressed a kiss to that pliant skin.

"Oh, Sesshoumaru, don't focus there. You're making me self-conscious."

"Of what?" he asked, truly perplexed.

Rin frowned cutely. "My pudge."

He blinked at the term. "Pudge?"

She poked her stomach, watching her finger sink into the depression. "I'm not a stick-thin teenager anymore."

"Of course not. You are a woman, Rin."

"Yes. And I got fat."

Sesshoumaru considered that, then lay his head against her pillowy stomach. He lazily licked a bit of compote there. "You are soft. This is preferable in a woman."

Rin ran her fingers through his hair. "You don't mind?"

He decided to show her just how much he didn't mind. He followed the berry trails across her stomach until they skipped onto her bra. When her stomach was clean and he pulled away, Rin pouted.

"I think some got inside my bra too…."

Sesshoumaru fought back a smirk. "Is that so?"

Rin nodded.

"Is my Rin getting greedy for her husband's tongue?"

She nodded again.

Sesshoumaru pretended to consider. "I believe I gave your breasts their due last night."

Rin's mouth dropped open in devastation. "B-But—"

"There are other places I have yet to clean."

She blinked. "Like where?"

Sesshoumaru smirked and hooked a couple fingers over the waistband of her shorts. Rin sucked in a breath.

Then, with the stealth born of centuries of training, Sesshoumaru grabbed the bowl of batter on the edge of the counter, pulled back her pants, and poured it down them.

Rin shrieked, jumping back from him and ramming into the counter, upsetting the bowl from his hands and sending batter flying all across her legs as well as his clothes and fur.

"Sesshoumaru!" she cried out, her face flushing. She pressed her hands over her crotch. Batter leaked down her legs through her shorts as she squirmed, and she winced. "Oh gosh, it's so sticky."

Sesshoumaru's blood ignited, and his vision went red. Rin looked down and froze, her eyes widening. "S-Sesshoumaru?"

He tore her arms away from her shorts and practically ripped them off her, yanking them down her legs. She squeaked as he bared her messy underwear to him. Now it was his turn for his eyes to widen.

A little black, lacy number greeted him, the only opaque part of the cloth covering where he most sought to put his mouth. Now that he looked, it matched the bra she wore. "Do you always dress so, Rin?"

"W-Well, I might have…gone shopping…before we moved. And then after last night, I might have…wanted to be prepared." She took the end of a lock of her hair and gnawed on it. He recognized that habit—she had done that since childhood whenever she got nervous or was thinking too much.

"Your husband is pleased to see such gifts wrapped so charmingly," he said. "Such gift wrap must be preserved."

He lifted up one of her legs, causing Rin to support herself against the edge of the counter. He leaned forward and skimmed his nose against the thin fabric separating him from his prize. Rin shivered as he took a deep inhale on her musk.

Yes. This morning, the starving beast would feast.

The batter had dripped down to her ankle on this leg, so he began there, licking up the trail. Unlike the sweet compote, the batter was rather bland and mealy, but it was a somewhat refreshing taste after the assault of sugar on his tongue.

When he reached her knee, he paused to swallow the sticky mixture. Then he placed a kiss on the inside of her knee before continuing up her thigh. He peppered little nips along the fleshy expanse as he aimed for the juncture of her legs. He pushed her open a little wider, flattening that crease along her panty line. He wiggled his tongue across it, and Rin undulated underneath him, her raised foot flexing as he traced the edge of her underwear.

Then he put her leg down and lifted the other, mirroring his ministrations. Once he was finished there, he sat back to examine his target.

"Sesshoumaru, are you sure? We've never…."

He knew what she was trying to say. They had never gone this far in those first months of their marriage. Sexual intercourse had been strictly that. It wasn't that he hadn't kissed her womb, especially while she was pregnant, but she had been so embarrassed by the thought of him placing his mouth upon her down there, that she wouldn't let him. Her rural education had prevented her from being comfortable with much in regards to sex back then. He would never complain of course—it had been enough. But part of him had always hoped.

And now, apparently, all her compunctions were gone.

"I have wished to taste this for a long time, Rin. But you must command it."

She nodded, holding his gaze. "I'm ready, Sesshoumaru. So ready. Taste me."

That was precisely what he wanted to hear.

He barely hooked his fingers over the thin strip of fabric holding her panties together, letting his claws graze her skin as he peeled them off her legs. She shivered as he shimmied the fabric down. When her sex was bared to him, he inhaled that pungent aroma of arousal mixed with pancake batter. Her thatch of hair was matted in it, though a glistening sheen covered her bottommost curls.

He was just about to lick those sticky, glistening curls when Rin put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Wait, Sesshoumaru."

The command was a leash that yanked him back, and though it chafed, he obeyed.

"That batter couldn't have been all that tasty. Perhaps we should…cleanse your palate before you continue?"

He looked up at her in question, wondering what she had planned.

She pushed him back away from her a little more, then straightened and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor without ceremony. Like moths drawn to the flame, his eyes followed her rosy nipples as she turned towards the counter and grabbed a can of whipped cream as well as something from a bowl.

Then she turned back to him with a smile. "If you want to bring out the flavor down there, you should sample the goods up here first." Then she leaned back against the counter, leveling out her breasts. She shook the can of whipped cream, uncapped it, and then squirted it in a circle around her nipples, leaving a generous little mountain over their puckered tips. Then she took the other things she had grabbed—two raspberries—and tucked them upside down on top of the whipped cream peaks.

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. His Rin was determined to get her way no matter what, it seemed.

She challenged him right back with a steely look of her own. "Remember, Sesshoumaru, we mustn't waste food. Eat."

He huffed a laugh. His sly little Rin. Very well—he would indulge her and obey.

He stood up and bent over her curved body. Just to tease her, he lowered his lips, then snagged just the tip of a raspberry with his teeth. He looked back up at Rin and held her gaze as he rolled it into his mouth and bit down on it, sending the sweet-and-sour juice squirting into his mouth.

Rin swallowed as she watched him.

Sesshoumaru bent back down and followed the path she had taken with the can, licking the whipped cream off in a circle around her nipple before taking the little bud into his mouth and sucking it. The raspberry juice he hadn't swallowed mingled with the cream and taste of Rin as he sucked against her tit.

"Yes, yes, just like that," Rin gasped, pressing his head into her breast.

After a moment, he pulled away. Rin whimpered and shoved him towards her other breast. This time taking the whole thing—raspberry and all—into his mouth at once. He pushed the raspberry against her nipple, rolling the fruit around it with his tongue, and Rin moaned.

Satisfied, he straightened and then pulled her up, bending towards her mouth. "Open," he commanded. She did, and he connected their mouths, shoving the wet, deflated raspberry into her mouth and pulling away. His grin was downright predatory as he knelt back down to get eye-level with her pussy.

Finally, time for the main course.

But then Rin held up a finger and grabbed the can of cream again. She shook it and then placed a foot on his fur-covered shoulder, angling her sex towards him.

She sprayed a line of cream straight up from her nether lips to her clit. Then she grabbed another raspberry and wedged it between her lips, capping her clit with it.

"Eat," she commanded.

He had never so willingly obeyed such a command.

He snaked his tongue between her lips, and Rin cried out as he swiped his tongue up her slit, collecting sweet cream, bland batter and salty slick on his taste buds. When he reached the raspberry, he took it between his teeth, gently gnawing at it, wondering it he was reaching the nub beneath.

When Rin's hips jerked into his face, he knew he had.

He gently ruminated on the raspberry, letting the juice drip down her curls until it was a pulpy mess that he sucked into his mouth. Of course, that meant he sucked in her clit as well, and Rin moaned gutturally.

"Sesshoumaru, pleeease," she cried out, grabbing the back of his head and pressing him against her core. "More."

He slipped his lips back down to her entrance, flicking his tongue out to tease the smooth edges. She shuddered against him, coating his lips in her essence. He wrapped his arms around her waist, the action practically begging her to sit on his face, and she obliged, her foot sliding over his back as she stood on the other. He could barely breathe, his nose just above her mound, but he thrust his tongue into her channel as far as he could. He swirled it around, and Rin panted out peppered ah-ah-ahs as she ground down on his lips.

His tongue slid over one particular spot at the top of her tunnel that made her shriek. Encouraged, he aimed for that spot again.

"Deeper," Rin groaned, grinding her hips onto his mouth. "More! Right. There!"

He dug his tongue against that spot, flicking it back and forth as fast as he could, although in such a confined space, that was difficult. But Rin didn't seem to care. She thrust against his mouth, her cries getting louder and louder until finally her foot dug into his back and she tensed, her core fluttering against his tongue.

"Oh, Sesshoumaru!"

Rin heaved as she came down from her high, and Sesshoumaru slowly slid his tongue out. Rin winced as it dragged over her clit one last time, an aftershock of overstimulation rocking her. She clung to the edge of the counter as she dropped to the floor on shaking knees.

She stared into Sesshoumaru's eyes with flushed cheeks and a glassy gaze. "My love, that was…amazing."

"The finest meal I've ever had," Sesshoumaru growled, drawing her into his lap. "Would you like a taste?" She nodded in a daze, and he pressed his lips to hers, slipping his Rin-coated tongue into her mouth.

Rin's brows furrowed, and he pulled back to assess her reaction. She ran her tongue over her lips, smacking them as she tasted herself. "I don't know about that, Sesshoumaru. Honestly? I tasty pretty funky."

"My dietary preferences have always been…particular," he said, tucking a curly lock of hair behind her ear.

"Speaking of…." Rin looked around. "We need to get out of here before the girls get back."

"Does this mean we get to take that shower now?" he asked.

She bopped his nose. "You dirty dog. Haven't you had enough?"

He nudged her nose with his. "Of you? Never."

Just then, Rin's stomach grumbled, and she put a hand to her belly. "Unfortunately, some of us can't survive on sex. Let me shower—alone—and eat. I won't be any good to you on an empty stomach."

Later on, after everyone had cleaned up, the kitchen was spotless, and the girls were slumped over the tables complaining that they would die if they didn't get food, Rin, Kagome, and Inuyasha finally brought out what was now brunch instead of breakfast. The family sat down, and Sesshoumaru joined Rin on the end of the table, though he did not partake.

Setsuna looked over at him with a miniature frown—a replica of his. "Father, wouldn't you like to at least have some of the cinnamon toast Mother made?"

His daughter was smart. She knew how to appeal to him. Even Rin glanced over at him with a smile in her eyes as she drank some tea.

However, in this case, her attempts were wasted.

"There is no need, Setsuna." He grabbed a raspberry on the edge of Rin's plate and dropped it onto the dollop of whipped cream she had sprayed directly onto the center of her pancake. "I have already eaten."

Rin choked on her tea.

AN: Told you things would get spicy! For those of you waiting for Rin to, ah…return the favor, just wait! The spice will continue next chapter, a draft of which is already written. However, I'm going on a two-day business trip tomorrow, so I may not be able to update until I get back. Either way, I hope to see you then!