"Flaws" InuKag Week 3

A/N: ONE OF KAGOME'S FLAWS IS JEALOUSY AND THIS FIC IS PLAYING ON THOSE VOLATILE EMOTIONS. RATED M. NSFW. SMUT TYPE THING AT THE END.

word count: 1400

rating: M

The women in the Feudal Era liked to stare.

It was something that surprised me at first, but the shock didn't last long before the angry and mean feelings set in, pushing all other emotion aside.

And that's not to say the women from my era didn't stare- I know I personally probably lingered my eyes for far more time than necessary on a stranger here and there, but…but this is ridiculous!

Even from twenty feet away, I could see them. Preened on their toes and giggling into their hands. One of them in particular was wearing a flattering almost see-through kimono that wrapped around her hips tightly, accenting every curve. Her hair was up in a messy sex-kitten bun.

Akemi. Bright beauty.

More like not-so-bright beauty.

Inuyasha had started hacking lumber as a favor, but Miroku had dropped the hint of turning it into a side job, earning enough money to keep us well above water. And Akemi just happened to be his most frequenting customer.

She was new in town, and had come in fast and hot for a seasonal festival- then just unfortunately neverleft. I wish she would though, because she has this disgusting crush on Inuyasha that everyone seems to know about but him.

She would have just been another tallying mark added to the alarming number of single (some not so single) women that corral around my husband while he's chopping wood…

Except she was the straw that broke the camel's back that day, because Akemi didn't just stare, she'd move and she'd jiggle, and she'd ask him for wood every single day, bringing back more timber than her household could ever need in the middle of summer. Then she'd lean over the fence that separated the audience from their eye-candy, and push her breasts into his face.

My husband's face.

Inuyasha never responds, and the likelihood of him knowing or even acknowledging is the only thing that keeps me from yanking on those curly loose tendrils of silk that fall from the knot at the top of her stupid big head.

When I tried to bring it up over dinner, or casually while picking berries in the field, he'd stare at me as if I'd grown three different heads. ("She just wants wood, Kagome." "Oh trust me. I know." "What?")

I realize that logically: my husband is innocent, we are in a committed marriage, and absolutely nothing will ever come of her pathetic attempts to woo him.

But my blood boils with a fury so previously unprovoked, that I'm thrown back to my teenage days… strapped to a tree and watching someone throw themselves at something that I had unknowingly deemed as mine.

And I was sick of it.

I was sick of the women all acting like he was a sight within their right to behold, shirtless and sweating and tan and tall and dark and handsome. I was tired of Akemi. I was tired of remembering Kikyo this way…

So I decided that today was the perfect moment to stake my claim.

This time, I wasn't going to sulk. Because this time, he belonged to me.

I pushed straight through the crowd, indulging in the scandalized gasps and audible eye-rolling, sauntered up to the plank of dry wood, and brushed right past Akemi.

I sprang over the rail cleanly, since I was stripped of my traditional priestess robes and donning a thin white tank-top with red pants. Compliments of Kagome Higurashi's New Knack for Sewing. (I'm trying to start a business but the fish aren't biting…yet.)

I strode with purpose towards my husband, and when he finally looked up from his swinging axe action he flashed me a confused grin. Happy to see me. As it should be.

Akemi made a little huffing noise, and I felt extremely pleased with myself as I stood up straight on the ends of my sandal-covered toes and looked lovingly at the object of her misguided affections.

He was glistening with beads of sweat that were creasing lines along his arms and chest, wearing the same pants he always wears- except they were riding low around his hips and the cut of muscles under his toned abs did little to steady my breathing. His left ear flickered towards me. And his lips parted in a question that he wouldn't have time to ask because I was on a mission.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he dropped the axe, allowing me to back him up against the wooden bar behind him. Then without a second thought, before my courage evaporated, I rose my lips to him and captured them in the most possessive kiss I could muster.

For a moment he stilled, stiffening completely and I was making out with a rock-hard wall- but then I felt his arms grab at my waist and pull me in closer, kissing me back with just as much hunger as I had thrown onto him.

We never display affection like this so publicly, and the most I can ever get out of him is casual hand-holding (although even that, he likes to avoid if he can). So I was so pleasantly surprised, that for a good few seconds I had completely lost myself in the soft touch of his lips, sighing in amazement when his tongue reached out for mine.

Behind us, the gawking hens murmured among themselves and Akemi made an indignant pitiful squeak.

I heard the scuffling of all of them retreating back to their boring lives and I felt a flare of victory ignite within me. I hope they had gotten the message. I hope she had gotten the message.

Then Inuyasha's hands were tangled in my hair and I let the thought slip from my mind.

When we finally broke apart, huffing and red and dazed, he finally managed a, "Hey"

"Hey," I said back quietly.

He quirked an eyebrow and scanned my face for any clues as to why I had decided to assault him in the middle of the day, seemingly in front of a captive audience.

But before he could ask and force me to confess- I made another tactical decision.

I stared straight into his golden eyes, hoping upon hope that all the raw erupting passion in my pores was leaking into his so that my message would be read loud and clear and convincing enough for him to act on it.

"Take me home," I said as sultry and suggestively as possible.

And for an extremely dense and oblivious half-demon, my husband's eyes shot open like someone had just rammed a hammer against the back of his head.

He gathered me close and flew with a drumming heartbeat through the short-cut of the forest to do exactly what I had asked.

Except we never made it to the bedroom, and I might have a few splinters in my back, but it was well worth every wild, gyrating, sweltering, moment. We were animals and this was our kingdom, barreling around the leaves with moans and guttural echoes.

I even knotted my legs around him at one point and climbed him like a tree, taking everything I wanted and giving nothing back. He fell back and we moved against each other like we had nothing to lose.

He had to anchor himself with his claws digging into the dirt around me, and I arched over him to use all the strength of my upper body, sinking down and watching him disappear, proceeding to bounce up and down, up and down- pistoling myself with him like a savage, free of all restraints. His eyes darkened, his jaw falling open in wonder, and I have never been more in love with him than I was in that bloodcurdling moment.

He was steel and I was fire.

"What the fuck, Kagome," he finally ground out, closing his eyes and lasting all of thirty seconds.

So then we did it again, and with a little more coaxing- a third time.

And a fourth.

Until finally I couldn't anymore and he was chuckling huskily (and defeated) into my tremendously tangled hair.

"I don't know what the hell came over you, but that was…" He doesn't finish, but he didn't have to because I was kissing him all over again.

I also might have been an octave too loud, but to be as honest and petty as possible- I was just hoping Akemi heard it.