*This chapter got a little explicit by 's standards so the uncut version is chapter 6 of Bits and Pieces on ao3, if you want to check it out there as well.

A Little Errand

"Well, since I can't make it, you'll just have to take these to Mushin yourself," Miroku told his friend, gathering his newly rewritten documents into the watertight box.

"Dammit," Inuyasha mumbled. It wasn't that he didn't like the old coot, he just...didn't like him. Plus he didn't know when to quit yammering, and the thought of going alone without Miroku to...absorb some of the worthless talk the lonely old fool had Inuyasha's temples throbbing already.

There had been an earthquake, very minor, nothing damaged except for a jar of Kagome's having fallen off the shelf, but of all the things that could have happened in their countless jobs together, Miroku had landed wrong on his left foot, leaving him with a sprained ankle. Inuyasha was surrounded by idiots. Nonetheless, Inuyasha set down Ichiro, who, like his sisters, had taken to climbing on him, trying to grab at his ears. He took the box of documents as he stood, grumbling wordlessly to cross the room and head out the door. As he looked out into the village, he caught sight of his wife beside the older Miko. They were chatting about something as they walked along, tailed by a gaggle of children.

He suddenly got an idea. Kagome was great about keeping old badgers and crones occupied. She'd been looking for an excuse to leave the village as of late, as well. Well, what a more perfect opportunity could there be? He wasn't dragging her off to a potentially dangerous job, he was just delivering some scrolls to a lonely old man.

Just as expected, from the time they arrived to the time they retired for the night, that old geezer talked Inuyasha and Kagome's ears off. Inuyasha got fed up with chatter after about an hour of the one-sided conversation, the monk droning on and on and not really caring to hear what the young couple might say in response. Kagome, on the other hand, had the patience of a saint, nodding and agreeing every time she was allowed. He left her to stretch his legs outside for a while to return to find Kagome in the kitchen, having offered to cook dinner with the old man still going on

He looked up to Inuyasha with an "Oh, I didn't realize you'd left." Of course he hadn't. So long as he had someone to talk at, it didn't matter who it was. Inuyasha couldn't help but point this out to Mushin in his annoyance. Mushin took it in good humor with a laugh and Inuyasha glared. His eyebrows raised when Mushin offered up some sake then. Well, getting buzzed certainly made Inuyasha's tolerance for stupidity a little better.

Kagome took the offering as well, Inuyasha keeping a watchful eye over his wife, ready to cut her off if need be. Luckily, he didn't need to. Mushin was starting to feel tired and they all decided to go to sleep a tad early. Kagome was adorable, Inuyasha noticed, as they curled up together in one of the spare rooms. Giggly, telling jokes, and not trying to to get his clothes off like the last time she'd been drunk. She was so cute. Then again, Inuyasha was a little buzzed as well, and everything she did seemed positively adorable right now. This kind of chatter he could handle. God, he really loved her, he thought, as she remembered to drink some water before bed, just in case.

Cute, cute, cute. She told him that she was glad he had taken her along for this trip. She really had wanted to get out from just between their village and the neighboring one. Kagome probably wouldn't admot it, but she was like him in that way. Never fully wanting to sit in one place for too long. Restless. They'd be forced to tether themselves after they had a kid though. Just until they were old enough to travel, he supposed.

Images of a chubby white haired baby filled his head as he fell asleep beside Kagome. Or would they have black hair? Golden eyes? Would it be a boy or a girl? He really wanted Kagome to just be pregnant already. The time of the month to try again was coming up wasn't it?

That morning they left immediately after breakfast, the lonely old man trying to start up another long-winded conversation with them. Kagome had told Inuyasha that night that she felt sort of bad for him, living up in the temple with only a few people coming through every so often. She also told him that she had gotten a little tired of conversation, so it was whatever. Inuyasha wanted to get back to town before nightfall.

Kagome walked slightly behind her husband, looking up into the clear blue sky. It was a little hotter than yesterday. Kagome tugged her clothes away from her chest to get some air, since they were sticking to her skin. She kind of wanted to get out of these Miko clothes. Her yukata was so much easier.

She glanced at Inuyasha, who seemed happy as a clam, the heat not really effecting him. Lucky. He didn't have dark hair either. The sun was beating down on her black hair and heating her head and neck. Without thought, she reached forward to touch Inuyasha's hair, watching with interest as the course silvery strands slipped out of her fingers as he walked ahead. The hair was warm, but definitely not the temperature her dark hair probably was. She watched his hair move in the sun. She had made him sit down and let her comb it out a few days ago, but since then, it didn't seem to have tangled in the slightest, despite the coarse texture.

His hair was so pretty. Silvery-white, but in the sunlight she could pick out the iridescent sheen to it. She sighed, coming up beside her husband, who regarded her with a slight smile before facing back forward. He was so handsome when he smiled.

How many hours until they got home? She really wanted to change out of these clothes. Inuyasha's robes looked like they should make him hot too, she was feeling hot just standing closer to him. He should take his clothes off when they got home too, if only for her sake. Although if she was feeling particularly whimsical, she might just feel hotter with him undressed. Actually...she looked around. They were pretty far from the nearest village...she could take his clothes off here and no one would know. Wait. He. He could take his clothes off. She wouldn't take his clothes off for him because then-why was she even thinking that? He wasn't the pne complaining about the temperature. Her cheeks felt even warmer now.

"That market'll be open again in two days, do you want anything?" Inuyasha asked, picking at the peice of food stubbornly stuck between two molars. It took Kagome a moment to peice together what he had said, her husband with his claw in his mouth. When she did, a devious smirk crawled up onto her lips. Fuck it.

"You wanna know what I want?" she asked, wrapping her hand around her handsome husband's arm. He tilted his head towards her, squinting with suspicion at her tone.

"I want you," she said simply, squeezing a little on his arm. Inuyasha wasn't as stupid as he sometimes lead on, catching her meaning. He might have been surprised in finding himself not embarrassed if he were less comfortable with the idea.

"Then let's hurry," he said with the slightest chuckle, "we'll be home by nightfall if we keep this pace."

"I don't want to wait," she replied, trying to meet his eyes again, though he had turned his face back to the path. She saw him smile.

"You just want me to carry you, hm?"

Not what she had in mind. She tugged on his wrist. He turned hia head to find Kagome with her body angled away from the path, both hands wrapped around his wrist, jerking him towards her, into the forest. He wore an expression of surprise, but in realizing her intentions, he didn't protest too strongly.

Sticks were kicked out of the way of the largest patch of moss and grass they could find with teeth and lips pressing into each other's flesh-preoccupied. Clothes were strewn out over the softest (but still rather lumpy) spot. Inuyasha knew that his wife was a clever girl, when she ignored his kisses to shove him beneath her, so that it was his back suffering the awkward rocks and roots. How cruel.

Kagome almost wanted to apologize but she hesitated and found her husband's lips back against hers. It took a second, but she kissed him back, drawing a pleased moan from him before he pushed his tongue against hers. She wrapped her hands about his ribs, squeezing.

"Let's go," she breathed when they broke apart. She gave him a lazy smile, which he returned. He pulled her up to her knees and pressed inside slowly, easing back out twice before pushing completely inside and starting with a slow pace. She was so warm. He groaned deeply as she shifted her legs into what he presumed was a more comfortable position. Her arm wrapped around one of his, indicating for him to hold her. He wrapped his arm around her middle to hold her securely as he started to move a little faster. She moved against him as well, making soft sounds when he shifted in a particular way. She had newer been particularly noisy, so he appreciated the strained whimpers she would make when he would squeeze her middle or she would move in a way on her own that she liked.

He felt his hair clinging to his back with sweat. He wouldn't last too much longer like this. He pushed into her more forcefully, a smirk on his lips when his lovely little wife whimpered, balling her fists full of fabric. He squeezed tighter around her middle.

"Ah, careful," she squeaked. He pressed inside her with a bit less force. This position felt so good but she had told him that it could become uncomfortable for her when he got a little rough. 'Uncomfortable' translated to 'painful,' he suspected, and that was the last thing he wanted for either of them.

Kagome moaned when her husband pressed a warm kiss to her back. Her toes curled and she pressed her hips back into him. It felt so nice. His hand drifted down to her belly and pressed harder into the flesh there. It felt good and her body tensed up from the sensation. Inuyasha grunted when she tensed, and dug his free hand into the fabric next to his wife's. She felt so good. He upped his pace again and Kagome moaned again. It felt so-

He groaned loudly as his hips crushed into his wife's backside and he arched over her. He huffed as his trembling subsided. He stroked her abdomen gently while he caught his breath. He heard a lighthearted giggle from Kagome as he disentangled from her. He pushed his sweat drenched hair out of his face, coming to lay on his back on their pile of very wrinkled clothes.

She smiled down at him, her breathing coming a little more under control. She sat back on her knees and looked up into the cloudless blue sky. His eyes drifted up briefly before the fell back to his wife. The light drifted down into the clearing where they were filtering through the leaves and casting delicate shadows across Kagome's skin. The light carressed her shoulders, played across her breasts and hair. Her hair was soft and thick and gorgeously dark, black as night and in the sun, it held the same iridescence of the edges of a corvid's wings. He wanted to touch it in that moment, sitting up and petting down the long waves. Kagome gave a warm smile, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. Her hair was damp at the scalp, but he played with the strands for a few seconds more.

Kagome's eyes reopened and her smile returned. She held his gaze for a moment and Inuyasha's face felt a little warm, but he felt oh so comfortable just sitting there. That warm brown color had captured every peice of his heart, her eyes had the power over every single atom of his soul, all 21 grams of it. He had never trusted anyone with so much of himself, and he would admit that it frightened him a little-trusting so completely. But he also welcomed it. He welcomed that trust and allowed it to calm him. He felt so calm when he was with her.

He really was in love with her. He knew this, but it was confirmed every time she laughed, smiled...hell, when she cried or they argued or when everything was quiet and they just basked in it.

He smiled.

"We should get going if we want to make it back before nightfall. I'll carry you," he said, dropping his hand from her hair. She frowned.

"Actaully," she started, clasping her hands together, "could we stay out here tonight? Camping out, like we used to do?"

Inuyasha raised a dark brow.

"Eh? Why?"

She twiddled her thumbs.

"I don't know, I just want to."

Inuyasha scratched his head. Kagome was acting sort of...off. A little more timid than usual. He wondered what that was about. Was she still embarrassed about earlier?

"Yeah I mean I guess," he answered somewhat non-commitally. It shouldn't get too cold at night, he supposed. They weren't really expected back until tomorrow anyway.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as they leisurely made their way towards the village, a much slower pace than thwy normally went. In the twilight hours, Inuyasha kicked some dirt around to make a fire, and he watched Kagome's eyes continuously drifting towards the sky as the vibrant oranges and pinks faded to black. Black and glittering white stars. Always with the stars.

"Well, you saw the sky where I'm from. Before I came here I never saw the sky looking so pretty." Kagome said this as if he had asked something.

"You do like lookin' at them," he commented. She nodded. He looked up to them as well, peaking out from between the trees. Couldn't really see much of the sky from here.

He stepped forward and scooped a hand under Kagome's knees. She gave him a questioning look but didn't protest as he picked her up then leapt straight up. He landed on the highest branch he figured could support their weight in the nearest tall tree. He locked his arms securely around her middle and settled her onto his lap as he leaned back against the trunk.

"A better view," he mumbled into her hair. He closed his eyes. Kagome's were wide open. Trying to pick out the constellations she knew. She had been feeling sticky and gross, from the day's heat and the marital activities, but that was forgotten with her husband's gesture. The stars were so pretty. The moon was a waxing gibbus, and the stars were gorgeously bright.

"That's Sirius, the dog," she pointed out. Inuyasha lifted his head slightly, glancing to where she pointed. He wasn't really interested in the stars. He closed his eyes as his wife continued to list off constellations.

"There's so many stars, its hard to tell. But I think... Oh yeah the north star is there so then that is the big dipper," she said, looking back to her husband's closed eyes. She pursed her lips.

"You're not even paying attention."

Inuyasha sighed in annoyance. He pressed his face into her neck.

"Hush, I'm paying attention, see?" He kissed her neck.

"That's not what I meant. The stars. You weren't even-haah!" she broke into a fit of laughter.

"That tickles! Don't." Inuyasha chuckled.

"Don't what? Pay attention to you?" He squeezed her, but she twisted in his grasp to swat his shoulder.

"Stop," she whined, a smirk on her lips. She then leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

"That's not fair. You told me to stop." Inuyasha raised a brow. Kagome just chuckled and kissed him a second time. He kissed back this time, planting a third on the corner of her mouth when she pulled away. She snorted. Then kissed him again. And again. And again. He opened his mouth for her when he felt her tongue pressed against his bottom lip.

He groaned and slid his hands to her hips. Then he cupped under her backside, drawing her closer to him. She clutched onto his shoulders and he lifted one hand to cup her cheek. She kissed him again and again, rough and passionate and he went along with it. She pulled away for a moment and he stroked his thumb against her cheek as they exchanged hazy glances. His hand shifted to brush against her lip then, tracing the edges, already pink. To his surprise she opened her mouth and gently bit down on his thumb. His face felt that much warner when he felt her wet tongue brush against the digit, tracing along the dangerous tip of his claw. She never broke her gaze.

He swallowed thickly. He dove forward to plant wet kisses along her neck. His hand pulled away from her neck to grab one wrist, pulling her hand from his shoulder. He pulled it down to the small space between them, pushing her hand against his groin. He wasn't completely hard yet, but that would change if they kept this up.

"Kagome...c'mon..." he mumbled when she pressed more firmly. Her other hand twisted tightly in the fabric at his shoulder. Her lips were trailing along his jaw, up through where a human's ears should be. He wasn't ticklish. He absolutely wasn't. That spot was just...sensitive. Which is the reason his shoulders shrugged up and he chuckled.

"Kagome," he breathed, "lemme get outta the tree first."

"Oh?"

He pressed her body against his securely and jumped down. The moment her feet touched the ground she was back at his neck, scraping her teeth against the skin and rolling her tongue over his Adam's apple. He growled deeply and pushed against her, backing her into the tree. She made a high, keening sound when he began to grind against her. She shuddered as he yanked on the ties to her hakama and tipped her head up.

The moon's glow was dull but the stars were bright through the leaves and the fire which they had nearly forgotten about contrasted the glow with it's warm light. Her husband's eyes were picking up on that low light, glinting in green for a moment. No, he definitely wasn't human. To further illustrate that point, he growled against her open neck, a deep, rumbling sound that a human might try to imitate, but wouldn't come close to the right sound. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, pushing her hips against him harder-needy.

Wet, rough kisses found the side of her neck. He scraped the skin with sharp inscissors and felt his heart thud a little harder-happy-with her breathy moan. The fingers of her left hand were digging into the fabric at his shoulder while his own left hand dug inside the fabric below her waist. His right drug her closer, closer, closer to him, her chest pushed flush to his, effectively trapping his forearm but he didn't care too much. If he was hurting her in any way, she didn't seem to complain-and god, he wanted to be so close to her. Their clothes were too thick, he wanted every part of his body against her skin in a way even he knew was impossible, but-he couldn't even figure it out in his head. He just wanted. Wanted her.

And she so badly wanted him if her body was anything to go by. She was so sensitive-the whimpers and needy whines she was making were enthralling. He wanted inside her right fucking then. He stroked down and up, barely brushing against her. He could definitely push right in without problem.

He was almost caught off guard when Kagome's body stiffened up and a strangled whimper escaped her throat, changing in pitch as it ended with a loud moan. Her nails were dug into his neck so hard it hurt. Then she was panting-gasping. Holy shit.

"Holy shit," he repeated, aloud this time, "did you just-"

"Shutup. Shutup," she practically sobbed, wrapping her arms up around his neck and pressing her face against his throat. He barely touched her!

"Fuck, you did!"

"Shutup!" Her whine sounded desperate. She took a few breaths. "Just hurry up. Hurry up, please." The 'please' sounded so sweet to his ears, whining, begging him to do exactly what he had planned. It was amazing. Inuyasha felt so hot, electricity running through his veins. His wife was an absolute mess, begging so desperately for him to-well!

"Pleasepleaseplease."

She didn't have to ask so nicely. What did she think he was here for? He was here to please. He yanked her hakama down her hips. He accidentally ripped the one tie to her makeshift panties that he hadn't untied, but it was just a thin strap-he couldn't care less. It was an easy fix. He yanked his own bottoms down to his knees. He pulled her hakama completely off before lifting her up and shoving her roughly against the tree. Her legs wrapped around him so eagerly.

"Inuyashaaa..." she whined.

He pressed inside easily. She nipped along his jaw, her hands twisting in his hair. He adjusted his grip, starting up with hesitant movements. He grew more confident with Kagome pressing her hips to his with every of his movements. She was squirming and he loved it.

"Fuck...Ka...mm..." she squeezed ger legs around him when he jostled her slightly to adjust his grip. He opened his eyes to smirk at his wife when something else caught his eye.

A racoon dog hesitantly crossed the clearing, trying to avoid the pair of potential predators. It saw Inuyasha's eyes on it and broke into a run. Inuyasha was reminded with extreme embarrassment that they were out in the open. He was embarrassed that something had, in fact, witnessed him and his wife in this sort of comprising position, frightened animal or not.

Nope. Nope. He wasn't going to think about it. Nope.

He affixed his eyes back onto Kagome's face, who, if she noticed the falter in his movements, she gave no indication of caring. He swallowed thickly and adjusted his grip once more, making his movements a bit faster. He buried his face into her neck. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of his hot breath, giving him a quiet moan.

He felt her legs straightening out, trying to push herself higher on the tree and climbing up further on his body. Her hips tilted like that was perfect.

"No, no, stay like-" he held her hips and she gave a needy whimper, "there you go."

Just like that. Her legs rewrapped around him and she clung on tighter to his shoulders. She was pulling his hair slightly but he hardly noticed past the sounds of their breath and the warmth of her body. She whimpered once and he felt her squeezing down on him, but he thought he heard his name mixed in with that sound. He shifted his legs. He was so close. So-

"Ngh!" he groaned, pressing his face hard against her shoulder. His body trembled for a few blissful moments before he felt the strength leaving his body. He took a deep breath, then pulled back to rest his forehead against his wife's.

"Okay?"

"Mn," came her response. She giggled. He tilted his head to kiss her. She laughed again and pecked him on the lips when he tried to break away. He chuckled and they exchanged two more quick kisses before Inuyasha let go of her to allow her to stand on her own. He felt sticky and gross now that he thought about it. The walk home before they could get cleaned up was going to be fun.

They redressed and lay back beside the fire, which had dwindled down to embers. He felt tired, in addition to sticky, crusty, and uncomfortable, never before having realized how much he appreciated Kagome's want to clean up after sex-her overall dedication to hygiene-until then. He tried to distract himself by staring up into the stars, peeking through the tree branches. Yeah, it was kind of neat. Kagome gazed up for another few minutes as well, but when his gaze fell back on her again from the clear starry sky, her eyes were closed and her breathing was calm. She was tired too. He pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes as well.

The trip back to the village was already going to be uncomfortable simply given the residue of their activities, sticky and gross, but they were also suffering from another unforeseen consequence of exposing their nude skin to the warm summer air.

Mosquito bites.

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*Probably ooc. This chapter is basically nothing but smut.
*As a note, I am one of the biggest opposers of alcohol. I really hate the stuff and I don't like that people drink the crap, even for special occasions. That being said, I'm the type who'll drive any drunk friend home at 2 in the morning because I want them to be safe.