Another little drab that was inspired by an Inuyasha headcanon on tumblr posted by frisky-dog-demons. Enjoy. ^_^

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Actions Speak Louder

Inuyasha sat against the wall of their home, bare chest exposed by the opening of his firerat, resting an elbow on his bent knee and heated amber eyes watching his wife through the veil of his bangs. Her back was to him as she performed the mundane task of putting their freshly laundered clothes away, something he had seen countless times since they'd been married, but for whatever reason tonight, it was different. Every move she made seemed more sensual, her curves more pronounced, even the way hair raven hair fell over her shoulder and down her back as she twisted and bent seemed like a silent seduction.

She had no idea that just by being herself, by doing the fucking laundry of all things, she had his heart pounding in his chest, the blood heating in his veins, and his groin tightening.

And it was times like this where he wished he wasn't so goddamn emotionally constipated. He'd always had trouble putting his thoughts into words, telling her how he really felt, so he preferred to let his actions speak for him. They spoke louder than words, after all, and Kagome always understood.

It would be no different now.

A deep, barely audible rumble reverberated in his chest as he swiftly, silently pushed to his feet and shrugged out of his haori, letting it drop to the floor. He made not a sound as he closed the distance between him and his wife and promptly reached out to snag her hips. Kagome gasped and dropped the towel in her hands as he hauled her roughly back against him without warning. The rumble in his chest became a growl she was very familiar with and her body reacted instantly; nipples hardening, core blooming for him, and her skin flushing beautifully. She sighed as he ground himself against her ass and she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, closing her eyes as his hands made quick work of parting her yukata and slipping in to caress bare skin. Those hands that she adored so much skimmed her sides, sweeping up across her ribs to cup her breasts then back down to traverse her flat stomach.

Kagome smiled. If the deep thundering growl vibrating against her back and the hard length pushing against her ass hadn't already been a dead giveaway, the way he was exploring her body greatly tipped her off. Words were not needed. His actions spoke of his desire for her and she responded, reaching up to wrap one arm around his neck and tilt her head to kiss the underside of his jaw.

A clawed hand came up to tenderly cup her cheek, his mouth came down on hers, and as he dragged her down to the floor, Kagome's last thought was, Words are so overrated.