Kagome replied back to her boyfriend's text with the response "It's okay. We can always do something later 3" before she let her phone drop onto the bed with a sigh.

That was the second time this week that Inuyasha had texted her to cancel their date. They had first planned for it to be Tuesday night – nothing special, just dinner and a movie at her place – but he'd sent her a message that morning to tell her that he wasn't feeling well and if they could reschedule it for tonight. And he had just canceled again.

She'd called him up on Tuesday and asked if she could come over and take care of him, and judging from the raspy tone of his voice he really was sick, but he told her to stay away. Didn't want her to catch it in case he was contagious. It was a sweet gesture, but she had gotten her vaccines. Her immune system was strong. But still – it was the pleading in his words that made her agree to stay away. She debated calling him again like she had on Tuesday to make sure she couldn't do anything, even if it was to drop off some homemade soup, but it was pointless. He would just tell her to stay home.

It was one of those things about him that she both loved and couldn't stand.

They had been friends since high school. Having lived in the same district growing up they had only ever seen each other in passing during class changes, so it wasn't until their first partner project in biology did they ever actually speak. It was an instant connection, the way they passed dry comment after dry comment at each other, and by the time they entered college it was apparent that maybe there was something more there. Or at least for her, it had been. Lots of awkward touches that lingered, trying to look at him without blatantly staring as they studied together, more awkward blushing when she did get caught. It had taken a few watered down beers at their dorm's Halloween party that had given her the courage to plant a clumsy kiss on him in their final year. Which led to another clumsy kiss cause he was just as drunk as her, which led to them passing out sitting up on the couch in her dorm.

It was one of the few times she had ever been caught drooling in her sleep. Fortunately he was just as bad.

They hadn't actually started dating until after they had finished college and gotten settled in their own apartments. Between the last months of school and transitioning from dorm back to family home then to their own place there wasn't much time or energy to do more than hold hands or steal a kiss. That had been a few months ago, when they had become "official", and they had only ever gone on a handful of dates.

It was…odd.

For as long as they've been together, Kagome was certain that they should have progressed further than they actually had. Hell, her friends' relationships at this point had already gone to bed together – frequently. The most she could get out of Inuyasha was awkward groping. If he so much as brushed her breasts with his thumb he apologized like he thought she was going to be mad.

Mad? Hell no! She wanted him to touch her dammit!

She knew good and well he didn't favor men, but the way he was so timid when it came to touching her…she was starting to wonder if he was against the idea of women too.

Or was it just her?

She couldn't recall him talking about any other relationships since they had become friends. She knew he had gone on a couple dates in early college – that had been a gut punch the first time he'd told her – but she had no idea if he had ever had sex before. She hadn't – well, that wasn't entirely true. She hadn't gone that far with anyone, but she had discovered some things she liked on her own. Things she was curious to try with Inuyasha, if he'd let her.

Could that have been the cause of his skittishness? Was it that he was afraid of ruining their friendship?

Kagome couldn't understand why. She thought they were on the same page. He always asked her if she was comfortable with anything he did, and she never disagreed. She wanted more. Dear god ever did she want more from him. It wasn't hard to see why either. Thick black hair that fell around his shoulders that she could run her hands through all day. Dark brown eyes that drew her in. A muscled frame that wasn't skinny or overly bulky that gave the best hugs, even if they were few and far between. A strong jawline that she just wanted to bite…

She let out a muffled cry of frustration as she threw her face into her pillow and screamed. It wasn't fair! Even with a five o'clock shadow he still looked hot as hell, but could she touch? Could she guide his stubbled chin to tickle her where she really wanted him to touch her? No! They hadn't gotten that far because of his nervousness. That wasn't to say that she was confident, oh no she was just as nervous, but she wanted to try. It was like Inuyasha was taking a step back for each she took forward.

Maybe…maybe she was being too forward?

It's not like she had reached out and palmed him through his jeans though! Not that she hadn't thought about that. It would send him through the roof, most likely.

All she had done was guide his hands. Grab them and hold them to her body when he started to pull away. She thought that was helping him see that she was encouraging his touch. Her murmurs of it being okay hadn't seemed to do the trick. But maybe…maybe it was too sudden to go there just yet for him. Maybe he wanted to work his way up to touching her there. She had no complaints when he ran his hands along her hips, gripping them gently, almost like he was going to throw her down on the couch and –

Kagome let out another groan, chucking the pillow across the bedroom. This fucking sucked. She couldn't even mull over why Inuyasha was the way he was without getting horny! It didn't help that she had caught multiple glimpses of toned abs in the past, so it wasn't hard to imagine him shirtless. The rest…may the gods help her if she ever got to see him naked. She sat up begrudgingly, reaching for the drawer pull on her nightstand.

If Inuyasha was going to cancel their date and not want her presence, she was going to have to let her imagination run wild.

Again.

Not like she wasn't already after date nights anyway, but at least then she had some build up so the payoff was quick and satisfying like a microwave dinner. It wasn't what she wanted but it'd have to do until she could have the real thing.

But tonight? Tonight she was going to take her time. Build a fantasy where he was wildly dominant and ordered her around, full of gentle touches, dirty words, and the intense fucking to back them up. It'd probably never happen but it was nice to dream.