The Call: Ripples in the snow
~ Kitty
Part III: A lonely heart's call
The blustery outdoor temperatures had dropped precipitously in the previous several hours. Where the air once held a promise of spring, now it had fully reverted back to its wintry lows. Kagome shivered as they waited for their ride, zipping his old jacket closed and tight under her chin. In her hands, she carefully protected the pink camellia, guarding it from the chill. Her toes had only the thinnest mesh of hosiery to protect them from the cold and the flit and flutter of her dress betrayed how flimsy the red satin was. He felt cold just looking at her. A gust of wind blew over them and Kagome squealed as it ripped what little warmth she'd amassed in her clothes away.
"Penguin huddle!" She announced suddenly, scampering closer to bury her face in his chest. His arms were open and loose at first as he stepped forward but closed immediately when she leaned against his chest without reservation. She burrowed her cold nose into his collar, relishing the feel of his arms compressing around her. His arms were strong and tight, vice like as they squeezed. She felt small in his hold, weak against his might. But there was a thrill in surrender.
Their Uber arrived and they were soon on their way. Inside and warm, they sat in silence as the car gradually took them back into the city.
"Did you enjoy the ceremony?" She asked, breaking the silence.
He couldn't quite think of what to say, so he shrugged and grunted.
"What did you think of my speech?"
Grunt.
"Did you get to catch up with anyone you know?"
Grunt.
Kagome huffed and pouted, glaring at his profile. Finally, she ran a hand along the car seat, eventually coming in contact with his thigh. Ignoring his jump and his startled look, she privately appreciated the warmth and strength she felt that clenched and twitched under the cloth. Looking up slyly into his eyes, she asked, "Are you glad you came?"
Inuyasha nodded dumbly, almost vigorously, positively electrified by the feel of her hand on his leg. Holding it there, she stared up at him, two large brown eyes boring holes into him. She had to admit to feeling just a bit evil at that moment, not bothering to hide the smirk on her lips as she carefully shifted her hand, spreading her fingers wider over his thigh, reaching upward and inward. She marveled at the flashing change in his eyes, from near panicking shock, to fiery wonton need, to a low burning heat that gradually caught on to her game and caught her hand before it could travel further. She thought she had the upper hand but he quickly surpassed her expectations when he flipped her hand over to find the thin, sensitive skin of her inner wrist.
He caressed her hand carefully, like a fragile artifact, with a reverence and a warmth that reached her core. His hands were rough, weather beaten, and pressed down gently on her soft palm, only to become feather light and electrifying as his fingers wandered up her arm. All the while, his gaze stayed locked on hers, the flickering light and shadows of the passing street lamps obscuring his handsome face so that only the glint in his eyes remained constant for her to stare at. It was enough, though, to hold her spellbound as he slowly raised her wrist to his lips. Kagome gasped as a wave of sensation rocked through her. His mouth was hot, transferring a fire through her veins that left her tingling. The heat coiled deep inside of her, a tight, hot knot at the apex of her legs and she gulped, her mouth suddenly dry. He watched her reaction with a hunger, his nostrils flaring to see her quake and shiver in response to him.
"Alright, we're here," their driver said suddenly. The car came to an abrupt halt outside the hotel. "Now get out and get a room!"
The spell dissipated around them and Kagome ducked her head, giggling while Inuyasha made a feral sound she could only describe as a growl. Stepping out, she glanced around with happy surprise.
"It's snowing!"
The shower of fat, fluffy snow danced magically as she spun around, arms open wide. The snow caught on her hair and jacket, a dusting of fairy dust, that caught the light and gave her an otherworldly aura. He watched her silently, enjoying her exuberance over the simple natural phenomena.
"You've probably had enough of the snow up where you live, huh?"
He snorted and shrugged, his mind tending towards contemplation. She hadn't changed, not that he was expecting her to in the months since they met. She still possessed that strange ability to spark warmth inside him, and appreciation for the things most people would consider dull and ordinary. Kagome laughed as a snowflake landed on her nose, her smile the same bright sunshine he'd reflected on so often in his dark, lonely cabin. But she was here, now, in front of him. A figure he could touch, a fire he could hold. Absent the vaguely familiar crowds from the wedding reception, he let an unguarded smile take over his face and held out a hand.
"Let's go inside."
It was a soft, tender joy that he felt when her fingers entwined with his, locking tight. She brought her body close and together, they squeezed into the revolving door and made their way inside.
She stayed close to him in the elevator, with an arm curled around his. Neither said a word, each nervously shifting, biting lips and glancing around as their metal cage ticked off the floors. Other occupants exited as they climbed higher and higher until it was only the two of them hovering in a charged silence. Finally, they reached the top floor. As the doors opened, he heard her take a breath beside him, her eyes determinately staring straight ahead. Her hand was still in his and she pulled him with her as she marched forward to his door. On arrival, she stopped and turned expectantly to Inuyasha.
They stood awkwardly across from each other for a breath or two before Kagome cleared her throat.
"Um, room key?"
Inuyasha winced, mentally smacking himself as he dug out the plastic card. The door clicked, and the room opened up for them. Again, she breezed in confidently, with little ceremony, switching on the lights and sliding off her coat and depositing it gently on a chair. It was a multi room suite, with a little kitchenette that she headed for, camellia in hand.
"I'm gonna set this in some water," she called over her shoulder, finding an empty glass and filling it, carefully placing the wide pink flower to hydrate.
He watched her from just inside the door, captivated by the way the satiny material of her dress caught the light. Then she turned to face him, the gentle glow of her smile blinding him to just about everything else.
"Thanks again," she said softly, "For the flower."
He supposed he couldn't keep grunting at her the rest of the night, so he tried for words. "Uh, yeah," he said, "It… reminded me of you."
Her face transformed, brightening with curiosity.
"Really?" she asked, coming closer, "How so?"
He blinked, unprepared to offer an explanation. Faltering, he stuttered a bit before blurting out.
"It just looked damned peppy," he said, "Like you are."
Kagome snorted, glancing at him incredulously before huffing and turning to move deeper into the room.
"Should I be flattered or offended?" She asked him.
"You… You made me realize...," he started, catching her attention by the sudden shift in his tone. Unable to give voice to what he truly wanted to say, his words developed an aggravated edge as he continued.
"Just take it as a complement and move on." He roughly tossed aside his coat and suit jacket, frustrated over his inability to express himself. Deciding it was high time to kick off the tight dress shoes, he dropped down heavily onto the couch to slip them off his feet.
"Oh, that's a great idea," Kagome said from behind, easing herself down next to him, eagerly pulling off her heels. He watched her with amusement as she sank back into the cushions with her eyes closed, articulating her feet and toes with relish. "That feels much better!"
"Do you have anything to eat?" She asked him suddenly, opening her eyes and glancing over at him, "I was so nervous about my speech, I hardly had a bite!"
At this, he panicked. No, he had nothing. Looking around frantically, his eyes landed on the box of chocolates that came with the room and he stood to retrieve them.
"Only got these," he said, holding on the sweets. He sighed in relief when her eyes brightened and she sat up straighter.
"Want some champagne, too?"
She nodded vigorously, her eyes impossibly wide with clear anticipation. He chuckled to himself as he pulled the bottle from the fridge, spying her out from the corner of his eye. She was perched behind the couch, her chin in her arms as she watched. Feeling self-conscious, he struggled with the foil and the wire cap, only to be stumped by the cork. He felt warmth pool into his cheeks when he heard her giggle as he finagled the damn thing open.
Kagome gave a delighted yelp when the bottle popped, spewing foam and fizz everywhere.
"Agh! Goddammit!"
She hid her face behind the back cushion, giggling as she watched him. She liked watching him, the way his eyebrows twitched and quirked as he dealt with the mess. His expressions were subtle, requiring a keen eye, and she found that the longer she looked at him, the more she could read in the lines of his face. Spill mopped up by a collection of towels from the bathroom, he looked around the fridge area, finally producing a pair of plastic cups and returning to her, bottle and chocolates in hand.
"This work?" He asked, handing her a cup.
"Perfectly."
She took a long, hearty sip and popped a chocolate in her mouth. Her eyes squinted closed as she savored the flavor, rocking slightly in delight. He was fascinated by her movements, how every motion seemed to exude pleasure and happiness. Her energy was infectious, something he missed dearly when their trip had ended. He enjoyed it now, feeling it lift up his mood, changing his perspective and causing him to view the world in a far brighter light. She picked out a couple more chocolates and had herself a second helping of the champagne.
"Yum!" She said, smiling to herself, "Now, let's get these awful things out…"
Setting down her cup, she began to rifle through her hair, pulling out pin after pin, the dark brown locks falling down like a veil to swish at her shoulders. He watched her work for a while, one pin at a time, the delicate coil of her bun somehow hiding an impossible number of pins. Her hair was wavy and gathered in coy curls around her shoulders and down her back. His eyes traced the lines her hair drew as they settled and framed her face. They caressed her cheek and he found himself wanting to do the same. Taking a sharp breath, he tossed his head back to finish off his own cup of champagne, for courage, then set it down. Swallowing, he shifted carefully toward her.
Kagome paused when he moved, catching his eyes and turning toward him. She watched the subtle flicker of emotion as it flitted across his face. Hesitation, determination, caution, longing. The earnestness of his eyes peering into hers, asking silently for permission. He was such a gruff, abrupt person when they'd first met, with a persistent scowl and a glower that broadcast his clear desire to be left alone. His face was so open now, vulnerable, and it made her heart feel warm and bright to be gazed at this way. His eyes were as intense as they were in Alaska, direct and clear, with a piercing sort of fierceness, like he could see straight into her soul. She felt her heart pattering inside her chest, and a heat that had dimmed from earlier that evening, reawakening like a spark catching dry tinder.
Inuyasha moved slowly, or was it simply that he perceived time to slow down? His breath was shallow and a nervous knot twisted in his stomach. He'd only vaguely entertained the notion that perhaps he'd find himself in this scenario, alone with Kagome, no interruptions or raucous onlookers. His hand moved in slow-time, reaching up to brush her loose hair from her face. She tilted her head to lean into his touch and the flutter of joy it caused made him gasp. He shifted, his hand moving more confidently over her skin, soft and smooth and warm. So focused on his hand's exploration of her face, he missed a new spark entering her eyes.
He jumped when her hand pressed against the back of his. She shifted closer, weaving her fingers in between his and watched his eyes as she guided his hand, bringing to her lips to plant a kiss on his palm. The smile she wore turned mischievous when he gasped and groaned softly in response. In bolder movements, she moved the box of chocolates away from in between them. She sat up on her knees, placing her hands on his shoulders so she could gaze down at him.
His eyes searched hers seriously. Despite his prickly outward behavior and verbal constipation, she had to admit, the expression of hopeful uncertainty he wore as he stared up at her was one of the most attractive views she'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing. It made her feel powerful and wanted. Her hands were magnetically drawn to the sides of his face, running along the prominent cheeks and strong jawline. His lips drew her attention, normally held tight in a thin line, they parted, soft and full, as she ran her thumb against the edge of his lower lip.
His hands weren't idle, traveling from her face to the back of her neck, the other finding her waist. She was already unstable on the soft couch seat and as he pulled her into him, she gave out a squeak to feel herself topple off balance and land firmly in his lap. The sudden shift in position made them both pause, pressed against each other, her in his lap. He watched her closely, his heart hammering, as she gazed up at him for a breath, two. This time, he caved first, crashing down against her while guiding her face up to him.
The sensation of her lips against his was at once brand new and achingly familiar, flooding his mind with memory. It was as though all these years and the past several months, his heart had just been ticking, and only remembering how to truly beat when she was with him. And it hurt, tight and aching, like the space inside his chest had contracted from disuse. And still, he felt empty, desperately trying to fill the void with her lips, her fire.
She was sunshine, at once unbearably bright and irresistibly warm and soothing. A star he could hold, wrap his arms around, and listen to her shift and moan. She was moaning now, into him as their lips continued to learn each other.
He had to break their connection to gasp when he felt her hand slip inside his shirt. When had the buttons become undone? It didn't matter. He felt her exploration of his chest until he could bear it no more, bringing his arms around her to crush her against his chest.
"Kagome…"
She responded to him readily, pulling the material of her dress higher up so she could sit more comfortably over his lap. Boldly, she ran both her hands through his hair, staring into his eyes as she answered him.
"Inuyasha."
To hear her voice his name was a pleasure he could not have foretold. Dreams couldn't hold a candle to the puff of her breath against his cheek as she leaned in closer to whisper again.
"Inuyasha…"
He felt her explore further, finding the sensitive skin of his neck, running hot, moist lines down to his collarbone. His hand ran mad over the satin of her dress, but try as he might, no zipper or closure could be found.
"How d'you get this damn thing off?"
He hadn't meant to utter that sentence in quite that tone, and he was somewhat remorseful when Kagome pulled back to assess him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He mourned the loss of her closeness, his hands clinging to her arms until she stepped far enough away to deny contact. And then, only his eyes could touch her, and they were locked on her, nothing could possibly tear them away. Her eyes captivated him, seeming giddy but nervous, excited yet reluctant. Her lipstick had smeared, bits of color creeping up her cheeks. Her hair wild around her face, her eyes glowing in the dim light, she was the most tantalizing vision he'd ever seen. And after she'd stepped away from him enough to bring her entire height into his field of view, something changed in her movements, suddenly sultry where before she'd been coy, naive. His eyes could not pick a point of focus, drawn in by the steady, hooded gaze she adopted as she watched him, her lips parted, her breathing shallow. Her hand disappeared behind her back, finding the clasp he was unable to discover, and suddenly, the front of her dress fell, revealing the lace underneath.
His eyes had never opened so wide. She was a vision. intricate designs on the sheer material let the creamy color of her skin through and his eyes strained to capture all of her at once, actively attempting to sear her into his retinas. His throat was suddenly parched and all his feverishly pumping blood drained to the southern half of his anatomy. The shiny red material of her dress bunched at her waist, offering only a teasing peak at the garter belt she wore underneath. When she giggled, more than pleased by his reaction to her, and shifted, the silky dress slipped from its perch, tumbling into a pool at her feet. And then she stood before him, coyly fidgeting with her hands as she waited for him to finish feasting his eyes. Behind her, the snow fell in large, fat clumps and the combined effect was ethereal.
It took him a while to realize his mouth was parched because it was hanging open. He gulped and snapped it shut.
"Well?" she said, her voice lilting and teasing.
His jaws creaked as he struggled for a response. The first croaking sounds that emerged from his throat revealed just how dry it had become. Grabbing the champagne bottle, he took a full, long swig, coughing when the bubbles got lost before finally finding his esophagus.
"Damn," he managed to say, "Hot damn!"
Kagome laughed at him, moving back to the couch. He could almost hear his brain frying as she climbed onto his lap, the brush of her lingerie against his legs spawning tingles in his groin.
"Enough eye candy for you," she said, "Now it's my turn!"
She attacked his clothes hungrily, her eyes eagerly seeking out the rippling muscles she knew lay in hiding. The alluring vision of his shirtless body emerging from the river, streams of water glistening from the lines of his abs, had haunted her dreams for months and his new clothes didn't stand a chance against her assault. A button flew off into a corner of the room, another bounced off the window. And in the end, she had her prize, his naked chest heaving while his eyes stared up at her, heated and waiting. It certainly was a feast for the eyes, his tight, muscular torso laid bare and defenseless beneath her. Below, a soft trail disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. Above, a handsome face gazing up at her with want and need. She felt powerful, kneeling with a leg on each of his hips, staring down at perhaps the most beautiful male specimen she'd ever encountered, responsible for his current disheveled state and for the starving, wonton look in his eyes. They both paused now, hearts pounding so loud and fast, blood hummed in their ears.
She couldn't quite define why, but her next movements suddenly felt compelled to gentleness, perhaps a part of her fearful of spooking this elusive mountain hermit. Slowly, she eased herself down to rest her weight on his thighs, waves of arousal pulsing through her as her subconscious mind imagined the press of his hips against hers without the layer of fabric separating them. Hands suddenly shy, her fingertips only lightly brushed his skin, unbearable in their torture of his senses and his groans were his body's plea for her to end this torment. His hands were scalding when they found her, wide and careful, exploring the texture of her garter belt before traveling upwards to the matching bra, its cut hypnotizing in the way it framed her breasts.
He hadn't entirely been aware of himself when his hands reached out to touch her, already traveling behind her back to the clasps of her bra before he realized it. Her eyes were bright and smiling when she felt him struggle with the unseen closure. His eyebrows quirked as he tried to create a mental idea of how the fuck the damn thing worked, ultimately releasing his frustration in a low, growling grunt. Above him, Kagome broke out into giggles, leaning forward to drop her hair over her shoulders, hampering his view of her chest.
"Inuyasha," she said, her hands interrupting his, bringing them down in front of them. He blinked, bringing his eyes to focus on hers. It was difficult to concentrate when the greatest distraction of his life was sitting on his lap in only her underwear, and despite her hold on his hands, they traveled on their own, gently pushing back her hair so he could continue memorizing the graceful lines of her neck.
She called to him again. "Inuyasha… Inuyasha, it opens from the front."
He blinked again, meeting her gaze.
"Huh?"
She laughed at him again, guiding his hands from her hair to her sternum, revealing the hidden closure. Inuyasha groaned in both exasperation and exhilaration as his fingers grazed the softness of her breasts. Catching her humored attitude, he shook his head, sending her a crooked smile, punctuated by a snort.
"Why are these things always so complicated?"
Kagome let her head fall back as she laughed, her slender neck exposed and vulnerable. When she righted herself, her eyes glittered with amusement as she leaned in closer.
"I thought this one would be easier for you to figure out."
He paused to hear that, the unspoken message, that she'd also been secretly anticipating this, filtering to his consciousness a fraction of a second later. Kagome saw the emotion passing over his face, a disbelieving awe clearly dawning in his eyes. She returned his gaze gently, her hands encouraging his fingers to find the tiny metal clasp, then allowing the lacy fabric to fall open.
Any and every train of coherent thought in his brain was promptly derailed, screeching to a smoking halt. She was absolutely devastating, every aspect of his heart and mind completely and utterly conquered by the mere sight of her straddling his lap, exposed in clear offering. In comparison to his dry-mouthed reaction earlier, he found himself salivating as he stared. His hands hovered over her skin, close enough to feel her heat radiating from her body. As she breathed, her chest expanded closer so his knuckles just barely felt a tickle of contact. Still, he hesitated, a part of him still unable to believe this was real, that he wouldn't just wake up alone and back into the darkness of the wintertime arctic circle.
Her eyes were soft as she watched his reaction, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. Leaning forward, she forced his hands to find her, his fingers splaying over her lower ribs. He still did not dare travel upward, to feel the weight and curvature. He was barely holding on, his heart shouting at him to simply let go and surrender, whatever the consequences after tonight. But the fear was still cold and hard in the pit of his stomach, the irrational knot that had known loss and rejection, and the rational voice that asked too many questions. After all, after the night comes morning, and then a future he could not see.
"Do you want me?"
Her voice was low and serious and brought his eyes back to focusing on her face. Her expression was intent, her eyes earnest and hopeful. Every single corner of his heart and mind seemed to rise up to answer her, his throat tight, his voice small.
"Yes."
She leaned into him, chest flush against his naked chest and then his body was on fire, lighting ablaze as her lips crashed against his. It was almost unbearable, a very much awake part of his anatomy straining against the fabric of his pants.
Then she pulled back, her eyes newly sharpened and determined. He blinked as her attitude changed. Her hands found either side of his face. Her next words grabbed hold of him, effectively hurling every inhibition out of his mind and crashing through the barriers his insecurities had erected, like a wildfire devouring brittle, drought parched brush.
"Then make me yours tonight," she whispered, "Please?"
…
He woke with a start as an ear splitting screech echoed from the bathroom.
"Why is your shower so fucking cold?!"
Inuyasha wobbled on the bed, his sudden jerk to a seated position making him dizzy. Blearily, he turned to find the source of his rude awakening.
Her figure in the morning light was one that stripped any response from his mind and he stared dumbly at her for several seconds. She clutched a fluffy white towel around her body, her hair standing up at odd angles, her expression wild eyed and frantic as she glared at him for explanation. The soft morning sun gave her skin a warm glow and sent a wave of joy, a tender, aching sort of joy, sweeping through his heart.
She was clearly still waiting for him to answer, her lips round as she pouted. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, even as her glare narrowed in response.
"It's not that cold," he dared to tell her, "The Iniakuk was way colder."
"The Iniakuk wasn't hooked up to modern heated plumbing!" She grumped, suppressing the tremor of a shiver. Goosebumps ran along the length of her arms and he felt enough sympathy for her current plight to rise from the bed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. She sank into his embrace so readily, it sent another wave of comforting sweetness through him, the relief that their intimacy extended beyond their previous night's activities releasing a tension between his shoulders he hadn't realized he was carrying.
"It's cold because of you, you know," he said, partially under his breath. Kagome stepped back, frowning slightly at him, clearly doubtful of that declaration.
"After Friday night…" he said, "Was kind of hard to just end it there."
Kagome thought back to their interrupted evening two nights prior, her eyebrows disappearing under her bangs.
"Huh…," she said, outrage leaving her eyes, replaced by a spark of humor, "I guess that makes me feel better."
He assessed her now, his eyes fully awake and clear. There was something perfect about how she fit inside his arms, her head tucking securely under his chin when he held her. He reached up to smooth down her hair, then trailing his fingers along her jaw and under her chin. She stood still, watching his eyes, until he began to press upward to lift her lips to his. Her arms came around him, her mouth enthusiastically deepening what he'd intended to be a soft, chaste kiss. Everything she did, she did with a passion, from challenging wild mountain rivers, to battling his tongue for dominance. As his hands wrapped around her back, the towel fell away and they groaned into each other, skin delighting in the pleasure of touch.
They broke for air eventually, Inuyasha leaning his forehead against hers as he panted. They stood flush against each other, the frame of her pelvis a perfect cradle against his waking need. Kagome smiled at him, rubbing her nose against his before stepping away. Catching her towel before it could tumble all the way to the ground, she held it to her chest.
"Ok, I'm going to take a hot shower now," she told him, her eyes slowly leaving his to travel down his body. He suddenly came aware of his own nudity, a bright red flush coloring not only his cheeks, but spreading down his neck. At the same time, the change in her eyes as she stared at him finished lighting the fire their kiss had seeded, the object of her gaze standing proud under her scrutiny.
"You wanna join me?"
The penthouse bathroom was a large one, aglow with warm gentle light. Steam billowed out from behind the shower screen, the even sound of falling water bouncing off the bathroom tiles. A slender hand tightly grasped the curtain, veins popping, knuckles white. Its owner let out a sharp cry as the other shower occupant discovered the sensitive juncture between her legs, invading territory he'd mapped out the night before. Her hand slipped as his grew more bold and then it was only his strong, tight muscled arm holding her against him that kept her from slipping to the floor of the bathroom. He hurried his face against her neck when she threw her head back to scream.
Kagome's legs were all but useless as she collapsed against him, gasping into his chest, nearly sobbing. He adjusted his hold, watching her carefully savoring the look of abandon and ecstasy on her face as she continued to tremble in his arms. Her head rocked back, her eyes unfocused, her breathing fast and desperate as she fought for oxygen. She gazed up at him, blinking, her smile wide and unreserved. He felt her hands reaching down towards him, her fingers following the trail from his navel to the far south. Groaning, his hand stopped hers, grasping it tighter than he intended as he ground out through his teeth.
"Gotta… gotta get a condom."
He couldn't trust her to stand on her own, nor did she even bother to try. Boldly, she fought his grasp, claiming him in a full handed squeeze. It nearly sent them both tumbling into a moaning, groaning puddle on the bathroom floor. As it was, he swayed hard enough to slam his shoulder against the tiled wall, the shock of the cold, hard surface only enhancing the sensation of her small, slender hand that tugged, and rubbed, and teased with a control surprising given Kagome's current unstable state, completely reliant on him for physical support.
"Screw the condom," she whispered fiercely into his ear. He shivered against her breath, the tingle traveling down his spine, hardening his already painfully throbbing organ. "I need you now."
Even when his movements were driven by frantic, desperate need, his hands always maintained her safety as a top priority. When he spun them both around, slamming her back against the shower walls, a wide, protective hand braced her head, ignoring the pain in his knuckles when they bruised against the tile. They paused for just a moment, eyes gazing into each other to confirm agreement for the act they were about to perform. Permission asked, permission granted. He hooked a hand beneath her knee, wrapping one leg roughly around his waist, the other lifting completely off the ground, opening her wide for him. She was more than ready, the evidence lost in the streaming water. He pressed against her slowly, straining muscles burning as he muffled his shout against her neck, a creative version of her name. She enveloped him in an inferno, causing his eyes to rock back in their sockets, his teeth tearing through his lips as her body welcomed him. Their joining was short and aggressive. No longer a stranger to each other's bodies, hands roamed without concern, nails digging into each other's flesh. His hips ground down against hers, bruising, even as she thrust back with equal fervor. And upon completion, his arms and legs trembled so uncontrollably, they spent several minutes seated on the shower floor, exhausted and spent and only capable of leaning against each other as they caught their breath.
…
Brunch was well underway by the time they made it to the venue. Sweet and savory smells, syrup, bacon, and the cheerful clatter of plates and cutlery punctuated the murmure to conversation.
"You're late," Sango said from behind her. Kagome turned to smile an apology to her friend.
"Better late than never," she said, shrugging. Hand in hand, Kagome led the way to the brunch buffet, leaving Sango to seek out Miroku to point the pair out to her new husband.
"Look," she whispered, leaning down by his ear. Miroku glanced up, choking and coughing on the mimosa he'd been sipping. Sango laughed, patting his back, while glancing back up to smile gently at the newly formed couple. Kagome practically glowed and Inuyasha was actually smiling, despite the room full of strangers.
"Finally," Miroku said, his grin wide from ear to ear, "It's about damn time!"
The End!
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! It's still not fully resolved but that's how life is so… yeah. As I'm sure you've probably noticed by now, this fic was just meant to be some gratuitous inukag fluff. Hope it delivers :)
Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!