--Snowstorm--
Inuyasha grabbed a couple of blankets and headed for the couch. From the kitchen, he could hear her preparing their dinner, no easy feat when the power was out.
Smiling, she walked through the door, carefully carrying a tray laden with their bowls, and two mugs of water. As she went to demurely sit on the armchair beside him, a playful growl escaped his throat, and, reaching out an arm, he grabbed his mate around the waist and drew her to him. "Just where did you think you were going?" Kagome giggled.
Flicking on the battery-operated radio, Inuyasha tucked the blankets snugly around them and handed Kagome her bowl. It was nothing much, nor anything particularly special, but these, these were the nights that he loved most.