He pressed her against the wall, the handrail digging into the curve of her back, but Kagome didn't mind; She arched into Inuyasha, white-knuckling his shoulders, fabric damp from the rain, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear. And with the way he was kissing her, that just wasn't an option. She pressed into him, moaning as she came in contact with the man she had missed so much. His scent, his hard body, him… all of it had left a hole in her life and with each kiss, each grind of his hips she felt both a relief and an ache.

"Fuck," He moaned, lowering his lips to her neck, panting to catch his breath. She smelled like spice and vanilla, like all the sweetness that had been absent from his life. He felt her small hands fly to his chest, running her fingers down to the hem of his shirt, her nails teasing his bare flesh as she raised the wet cotton. It was hard to concentrate, hard to focus on anything but the goddess who was shaking in his arms, not from the cold but from want; but a small voice in the back of his head told him to stop being such a fucking idiot and move, his ears flicking slightly at the sound of her neighbors coming down the stairs. Reluctant to break the spell but knowing the woman in caged between him well enough to know she would be mortified, he slid one hand down her side down to her legs, light pressure that promised so much more, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

Kagome made a quiet sound of surprise, but quickly peppered kissed along his cheek, the hard lines of his jaw, her nails running through his thick silver locks, earning her a low grunt. Inuyasha had never climbed the stairs to the apartment so quickly; when they reached the door, Kagome quickly handed over the key, her lips getting to work on the tender column of the hanyou's neck, sure to leave a bruise come the morning. Pushing aside the heavy door, Inuyasha kicked it close with the back of his foot, rushing to get to the bedroom. He would have had her anywhere, truth be told, and each time he passed a surface he could prop her up on and plow into her he had to resist the urge to let loose his animal instincts and let them both enjoy what had been denied for so long. But he wanted the bedroom, wanted to surround her with the fluffy pillows and soft sheets; he knew that tonight he would give her no rest and he would be anything but gentle.

He threw he to the bed unceremoniously, and for a moment he worried he had been too rough, but his little minx gave him a seductive smile and inched backwards towards the headboard, stripped herself of her tight shift, chest heaving in a black lacy bra. Wasting no time, he followed suit, Kagome's eyes were drawn to the plains of his chest, and he couldn't help but smile. She was hungry for him, just as he was for her. Leaning down, he caught her lips, giving the bottom lip a slight tug as she moaned out his name. When was the last time he had held her, the last time he had felt so fucking good? Inuyasha paused, framing her head with his hands, pushing away her bangs.

"You're sure baby?" He asked, nervous for either answer.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yes." She said, tugging him down to her, rolling her hips to make her point. "Now stop talking and fuck me."

~.~

He had hated the sound of the coffee pot at Miroku's, the noise enough to drive him insane; but here, surrounded by the scent of Kagome, her thin legs wrapped around his, the sheets a tangled mess, it felt like home again. He hugged her tighter, thinking not for the first time that morning how perfectly her body fit into his.

This is what his life had been like, before the accident, before Kikyo, before… whatever drove him to that point. He had taken it for granted, he was a fool and he knew it now. Kagome was snoring lightly, his ears twisted to hear her deep breathing better. He wanted to memorize it, he hadn't before- and he wasn't sure he'd get the opportunity to later. Would she regret this? Was it a mistake? Would they take the next step in their relationship? He would respect whatever she chose, but he had no idea how he would ever go back.

" 'Mornin'" She grumbled, blinking as the sun peeked through the heavy curtains. He hugged her tighter before responding.

"Morning yourself." He said, smiling as she stretched, but still not turning to look at him.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, running his hands over her hip.

"Mhm." She nodded, still facing away from him, moving away slightly.

He leaned over, kissing her cheek lightly, but she still didn't turn. He worried, nervous in general, but more so at the thought of her avoiding him.

"Kagome…"

"Mm?" She answered, biting her lip.

"What's wrong? Do- are- are you regretting-?"

"No!" She yelled, whipping around to look him in the eye and she just about melted. She sat up, only to hunch over as she covered her face with her hands.

"Why the hell won't you talk to me? Is it something I did?" He wanted nothing more than to gather her into his arms, but he was afraid to make even the slightest move.

"Morning breath." She said, her voice flat.

What? "Huh?"

"I have morning breath, and you have a killer nose and just- UGH. Let me go brush my teeth!" She scurried out of the sheets and ran towards the bathroom, the hanyou admiring the curve of her backside as she slipped out of the room.

What was she doing? Last night wasn't a mistake- it was amazing- but was it something that should be continued? These were big questions, ones that certainly couldn't be answered before coffee. There would be plenty of time to worry about the next step. Right now, all she wanted to do was brush her teeth and jump the Adonis-like creature resting in her bed. Their bed. Waiting for her.

Like he had been this whole time.

Digging through the medicine cabinet, she retrieved the extra tooth brush and walked towards the bedroom.

"Hey, Inuyasha, I have-"

The plastic container dropped to the floor as she screamed, rushing towards the bed where the hanyou lay seizing.