This story has been in the works since before October of last year, and I'd planned for it to be released around Halloween, and that fell through. After scrapping the setting and adjusting the plot, I managed to get it ready for IY Sugar and Spice (barely 😂 this one was a fight). It might help to read Nailed It if you haven't, cause it references some things that might be confusing otherwise.
If you've read it and you were one of the ones wanting to read more from this universe, I hope you enjoy 💕
"I am so fucking screwed."
"Not yet," Inuyasha smirked, stirring the pot of soup he was looming over on the stovetop. "At least not until after we've eaten." The look Kagome shot him didn't wipe the grin away, only making it hang around longer. He knew what she meant, of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take the opportunity when he saw it. His tone dropped the playfulness as he asked her, "How long do you have, exactly?"
Kagome chewed her lip as she stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop, reminding her that she hadn't typed a single word.
Deciding to write full-time had its benefits along with drawbacks. She could set her hours, so long as she met the deadlines. Which, in theory, meant that she was available to lay in bed and have lazy morning sex with Inuyasha until they got chaffed or it was lunchtime.
Whichever came first – usually her if he had anything to say about it.
However, there was a reason she said that she needed to work, and for once it wasn't to meet a book deadline. It was research for her next book. She wanted to capture the atmosphere of the winter season and all that came with it. Sights, smells, visual inspiration…anything she might be able to use, she wanted to experience it.
Kagome wanted to give her best for this next story, as she had for every previous book of course, only this time was different.
This was the first time she'd been invited on for an anthology.
The theme of the overall book was supposed to be focused on the cooler season, and the authors that were chosen were prompted to write stories that fit the theme. She was certain that there was at least one cozy mystery author and a clean romance author taking part, which made one of the stipulations be that any sex in the stories was toned down. Many of the authors on the list, besides herself, had been known to write more explicit scenes over the typical fade to black that one might find in a clean romance. Once the anthology went out of print, however, they would be able to republish their works – and Kagome already knew she'd be adding to her story.
"I should've already begun writing," she winced, not looking up at her fiancé. The muttered swear under his breath did nothing to make her feel better. Between getting Inuyasha moved in, her work, his work, and him spending his off days in just a toolbelt, there were plenty of excuses of why she'd procrastinated. "How do you think I feel?" Kagome retorted. "I didn't know that when I signed on for this project that we're going live with the book at the start of February!"
Somewhere she'd missed the memo about that and mistook it for they started promoting at the beginning of the month.
Inuyasha gave the soup another stir and turned to look at Kagome. Her head was bent over the laptop, the overly bright screen washing out her delicate features and making her light sensitivity glasses look less sexy and more hacker-y. He knew she was worried. He was worried, not just about the story but about her health. Kagome had been so excited when she'd gotten the invitation to join the anthology, but now he was wondering if she was regretting accepting. The stress over making sure her contribution was on par with the rest was doing a number on her.
Where she should have been typing away in a flourish and talking faster than he could follow about her ideas like she usually did, Kagome looked like she was close to crying like she had been on that day. There had to be something he could do to help.
"What's your plot?" he asked, knowing full well what it was. A not-so-meet-cute in a mountain cabin between a plucky author and a grump of a woodcutter. Add in a snowstorm and misdated scheduling forcing two people together, and it was just the kind of short story that would fit in a quick-read romance collection.
"Not sunny and 75."
Yeah, that…was not conducive to writing a winter weather setting. But that's what they were dealing with, a wild streak of mild weather and nothing but sunshine for the next two weeks. Of course, it would probably snow as soon as January arrived, but Kagome would need to have been hip deep in her draft by that point, if not sending it off to Kikyo for the quickest edits imaginable. Inuyasha checked the soup, giving it one more stir before collecting a pair of bowls. His ears picked up the faint clicks of keys as he reached for the ladle. 'Of course, now is the time that the ideas start rolling.'
Before he'd scooped half a serving into the first bowl, the words tumbling out of his mouth caught him by surprise. "What do you think about renting a cabin for the weekend?"
The typing stopped.
He glanced over his shoulder. It was an impulsive thought. Rent a cabin in the mountains. Cooler weather. An excuse to keep his fiancée warm. Surely there'd be some inspiration she could glean for her book in that.
Kagome looked hopeful.
"You mean that?" Her voice sounded so small, like she wasn't sure they could. They were planning for a wedding after all.
Fuck the expenses. There was no way he was walking back on this idea now. He was renting out his old place; they could always put that back for any wedding needs if it came to it. Inuyasha finished spooning soup into the bowl and carefully set it within Kagome's reach while she slid her laptop out of the way. "Damn straight I do, love. I wanna help you in any way I can."
"Oh! How cute!"
"Kagome you don't say 'how cute' to a man that just took his pants off!" He wasn't proving how "manly" he was with the squawk of indignation that passed his lips, but he was standing there bare-ass naked with a raging hard-on. There was nothing "cute" about his dick feeling hard enough to hammer nails into plywood.
"Not you, Inu! I mean you're cute – not that, that's a force to be reckoned with – but I'm talking about this!"
Kagome waved her phone under the half-demon's nose, ignoring the fact that he was standing at the side of their bed, dick ready to play. She was acting like she hadn't been reclining against the pillows moments before, wearing nothing but an excited grin on her face.
Inuyasha had said that he'd help her. He thought that the brainstorming session would've taken a pause while he made her eyes roll back – it was both selfish and selfless care – but Kagome's thoughts were flying it seemed. He steadied her hand so he could read the screen. "An ice cabin? Is this the kind of cabin you want to sleep in, 'cause I had other plans besides just sleep, 'Gome." It'd really kill the mood if his balls froze to the bed…
"No, no! It's a whole ice festival! Look closer, Inuyasha - see these sculptures? There are artists that carve those specifically for this event, and they say they even do live demonstrations! It's like we get to see Michaelangelo's David being carved, but in ice!" She bounced on the mattress and continued on about the event, but his eyes shifted from the screen to the set of breasts that jiggled with the motion. That was weird, did nipples never bounce in the same direction or had she learned a new trick? He could swear they swung in a circle –
"…what?"
"You weren't listening at all, were you?"
Inuyasha gaped like a fish, knowing he couldn't back out of this one. "I-I wasn't, but I have a good reason!" Might as well run full tilt into the brick wall he was about to hit and snap his hard-on cause he wasn't going to get any tonight. Kagome had crossed her arms over her chest and leveled him with a look. "When your tits jump, do your nipples move in a circle or is it up and down, 'cause I've been trying to figure that out and I swear it looks like they're moving in two circles –"
"…"
"Kagome?"
"…"
"Babe?"
"…" Finally Kagome sighed. "It's a condom night. And I'm on top."
"W-what...?" Was she not sending him to the other bedroom? It didn't look like it, because she just set her phone down, and now the bedside drawer was opening. Okay there goes the condom wrapper, and – He had to suppress a shudder as she rolled the latex down his length, giving him a delicate pump with the hand that wasn't pinching the air from the tip. Inuyasha was so confused that he didn't resist when Kagome nudged him onto the bed where she previously sat. "Are we actually doing this?" he asked, feeling like a dumbass as she climbed on top of him.
"Yep." Kagome kissed the end of his nose. With their wedding date getting closer, there was less and less worry about pregnancy and showing in her dress. But there were some nights, such as this one, where she'd make the call for a condom.
It was good to double-down on the protection, of course, but they'd created an inside joke between them that with their luck it would be a "dumb thought" that would be the moment they conceived. Inuyasha had even pitched the joke after one wild night in the kitchen that led to them buying a new silicone spatula. Dumb thoughts usually led to surprises, and they wanted to take the time to prepare for starting a family. Neither wanted the memory of their first child being conceived to include questions about how nipples rotated.
As Kagome slowly lowered herself on Inuyasha's cock, she poked him in the belly to make his eyes focus on hers. "Pay attention and we'll find out if they go up and down or in a circle."
Inuyasha was even more thankful that he was renting out his old place after he'd gotten the confirmation status about their lodgings for the weekend. The plan was to drive up to the cabin on Friday morning and leave first thing on Monday. This way, they'd have time to get settled in before checking out the ice festival Kagome had talked about the other night.
As it turned out, trying to reserve a cabin for a weekend nearly a week before the new year was not only next to impossible, but it cost a fuckton when you did find something suitable. Add in the cost of gas, food, and anything in the area that Kagome might want to explore –
'It's going to be fine,' he reminded himself, gripping the steering wheel of his truck. 'If it comes to it, we can always adjust our honeymoon plans.' What there was of a honeymoon. At best they'd decided to take a cruise, but that could always be changed to renting a space out on the coast for a week or two. It wasn't the most important thing. What mattered the most was being able to say he was Kagome's husband and seeing her bright smile again.
The half-demon glanced over at the sleeping woman. How she managed to sleep in the truck was beyond him; then again, she barely slept at all the night before.
For once it wasn't his doing!
Kagome had spent the better part of the night moving around their room and fiddling with their bags. Did they have enough warm clothes? What about charging cables? Did she remember to throw in shampoo? Her hairbrush? Inuyasha let her putter for almost two hours before he got out of bed and dragged her back under the covers, promising her that if they didn't have something, they'd buy a spare. And if she got too cold, he'd be right there to warm her up, so it didn't make sense for her to have all this nervous energy.
She'd been acting like an animal before an approaching storm, and neither of them could figure out why. He'd grabbed a pillow and blanket so she could rest in the truck, and before they'd even left the neighborhood she was unconscious. It was just as well; the quiet gave Inuyasha time to think about how he could help her. Back in the summer when she'd gotten the request to rewrite her pitch, she'd been upset, but this was worse. Maybe it was because she wasn't the only writer? Was she afraid of letting down the other authors in this book?
Fuck. She was dealing with impostor syndrome.
Inuyasha wanted to hit his head against the steering wheel in frustration. How did he not see this sooner? Kagome was invited onto this anthology because she'd done so well, and something had triggered the panic that she didn't earn her place in the book. The other authors? He hadn't read any of their works, so he couldn't speak on the quality, but they must have put in just as much work as she'd done to get where they were. Was it the content? Did she think she couldn't write a clean story? That was dumb if that was the case, because they both knew she could. It had to be some self-destructive thoughts that tipped everything.
'I got Kagome to see that she's worth everything once, I can do it again.'
The cabin they'd reserved was actually a lot further away than he'd expected, but it worked out in their favor. No chance of other people "popping over to talk and be friendly" when Kagome needed the time to work or when they wanted to be alone. There wasn't a lot of snow on the ground – again, not something he'd complain about – because it was just enough to set the atmosphere Kagome needed. It pained him to wake her up, but she got so excited to see the powdery white landscape as he turned onto the road leading to their cabin.
It wasn't a terribly small cabin that came into view. The listing mentioned that the bulk of the rooms were on the bottom level, with a large bedroom and bathroom upstairs. There was a covered deck for those ambitious enough to drink their coffee in the freezing temperatures as the snow fell, and a small stone fire pit was dug into the yard away from the house.
Somewhere, anyway. Inuyasha couldn't see it, but he figured the pile of snow over one section was where the pit was. If their weekend went well, maybe they could look into reserving this place again in the summer.
The main space of the house was more or less one big room with varying levels of division to give the illusion of separate areas. When they stepped into the cabin, the living space was on their right, complete with a fireplace, a large flatscreen TV, cushy furniture, and a plush rug on the floor. A decent collection of things to watch filled one of the many bookshelves that lined the wall. Turning left met them with the set of stairs that went to the bedroom, followed by the kitchen and pantry. There wasn't room for even a small dining table; instead, a small breakfast bar had been integrated with one of the counters, providing a place to sit and eat that didn't involve the couch. A smaller room was tucked away into the corner - the powder room - being the only closed off section on the floor.
As much as Inuyasha hated to use the word, it was…cozy.
More importantly, it was seeing Kagome get out her notebook and begin scribbling notes as she walked around the cabin that put him at ease. He left her to her notetaking as he unloaded the truck and brought their things upstairs. It was on his mind to ask her what she wanted for dinner, but he didn't want to take her out of her zone. They hadn't brought much beyond some snacks, so they needed to go to a store if they didn't plan to eat at a restaurant all weekend. Almost instantly his stomach gave a lurch at the thought; beyond how heavy it would sit with him, the cost – oh fuck, he was turning into an old grump, wasn't he?!
Too lost in his thoughts about if it was his ability to process grease or the worry over their wedding funds that was making his already silver hair go whiter, he didn't hear Kagome call to him from the base of the stairs.
"What do you think about getting something light to eat?" she called out. "I don't know if I'm up for anything heavy tonight, and we can drive to the event and reserve our tickets on the way. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me!" he called back, thanking the gods that if he was going to age disgracefully, Kagome would be by his side.
Kagome had chosen a light meal because her stomach had felt off long before she fell asleep in the truck, and now she knew it wasn't just a case of gas. She knew she shouldn't have gotten so excited about the weekend trip.
"C-closed?" She swore the reason she stuttered was due to the cold making her teeth chatter and not the disappointment squeezing her throat tighter with each passing second. "H-how can it b-be closed? We just looked at your website y-yesterday!"
The receptionist that sat in the small, heated enclosure smiled apologetically through the plexiglass window. "I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. Our online media management has taken a sabbatical for the rest of the year and must not have updated the information before they left. The organization wasn't sustaining its ability to provide the level of service that it's been known for, and it wasn't an easy decision to come to. We still offer photographer packages through private bookings, however. Most of the shoots are for wedding parties or sweet sixteens, but we do get customers coming in for sessions for any reason."
"How long has the attraction been closed?" Inuyasha asked, slipping an arm around Kagome's waist. She needed the warmth and the support right then.
"We made the announcement official right before Halloween this year," the receptionist explained carefully. "It was all over the local news and in the papers. I take it that you came from out of town?"
Inuyasha tried not to roll his eyes. This woman wasn't at fault; she was only the messenger. "You could say that. My fiancée was looking forward to seeing the ice cabin and all of the events in its prime. She's an author, you see, and she felt that the attraction would be just the thing she needed to jumpstart her inspiration for her next work."
Her laptop sat open on the small coffee table before her, but Kagome was folded into herself in a pout, tuning out everything around her. Inuyasha was doing something in the kitchen, the tv was on – one of those dime-a-dozen John Wayne movies – but she couldn't care less about anything. The moment the woman told her that they'd been closed for months – that she'd gotten excited over an attraction that no longer existed – all she could hear was white noise.
What had she been thinking?! They'd spent so much to reserve this cabin for the sole purpose of being closer to the ice cabin and its events… and now that wasn't happening. Kagome felt horrible.
Once they left the ice cabin grounds, they drove around to see what was available to eat. The few sit-in diners were packed, not making it worth looking online to see the menu. Anything else was takeout and loaded with grease that made her stomach roll more just smelling it. Their last option was the local supermarket's frozen dinners. It wasn't light eating like she'd hoped for, but it was hot food, and it was something in her belly.
"Here, eat."
Kagome blinked as a hand appeared in her line of vision, holding a saucer with a piece of cake resting in its center. "What's this?"
"Cake. Cookie butter to be precise," Inuyasha grunted as he sat down on the couch next to her. "I know it's storebought, but the frosting ain't too bad."
She stared at the slice of vanilla cake with whipped frosting and watched as a cookie accepted its fate with gravity and slid off onto the plate. She'd remembered going by the bakery, but she hadn't stopped to look around, too focused on looking for dinner. He must have doubled back and picked it out. "Thank you, Inuyasha."
He grunted again, with a mouthful of cake this time. "I'm sorry about the attraction being closed. I know you were really looking forward to going in there."
Kagome shrugged, dragging her fork through the cake and cutting away a piece. "You didn't know either," she said, staring at the dessert. "What am I gonna do now? I put all of my eggs in that basket, thinking it'd be a sure thing to inspire me. I'd even shot off an email to Kikyo to let her know that I'd be delivering on the draft soon."
'Oh shit,' he thought. "How soon is 'soon'?"
"Like…next weekend soon…"
'Fuck.' Kagome was nothing if not determined, but he knew what this would mean. As soon as they got back from this outing – provided she didn't start writing over the weekend – she'd be glued to her laptop, living on instant noodles and coffee as she worked on this story from the moment she got up to the moment she begrudgingly went to bed. Her hair would be pulled into a bun that would look like a pair of raccoons decided to mate in it. She wouldn't wear a bra, but that wasn't a complaint. Unless he pulled her away to shower, if nothing else than to give her eyes a rest, Inuyasha wasn't sure if she would remember to. He didn't mind since he'd had days where he came home riper than spoiled fruit, but the tunnel vision approach to deadlines concerned him.
For that matter, sex would be off the table until that file was attached to the email to Kikyo and sent. He'd manage, but he'd need to free up his schedule before then, because in the minutes after Kagome would pounce. She'd done it before. Inuyasha liked a woman that took charge, but he also wanted to not be caught from behind. Kagome was still…experimenting for research…
Inuyasha set his plate down on his knee, reaching over to brush the hair out of his fiancée's face. "You can do this. I know you can do it, and I'm gonna be right there with you to make sure you eat more than ramen –"
"If this is because of what happened after the last deadline I said I was sorry –"
"Once I knew what you were doing I relaxed! Kind of…but I'm not talking about that!" Inuyasha felt his ass cheeks clench involuntarily, which was impressive since he was sitting down. "I'm talking about the story, Kagome. I'm here for you, and we're gonna take it a day at a time, okay?"
She sighed with a nod. "Okay."
"Alright," he nodded, reaching over to pick up her fork. She'd barely eaten any of her cake, so he cut a piece and held it up to her lips. "You eat while I talk, cause I just had a thought." He was going to ignore the soft "oh god" before she accepted the cake he was feeding her and continued on. "You mentioned that this cabin setting would help set the inspiration for your book, yeah? Well, why not pull from what actually happens this weekend to go in the draft? If it's total crap, you can change it afterwards, but at least you'll have something to change."
Kagome's eyes widened as she chewed the bite he'd just given her, and something told Inuyasha that she hadn't considered the obvious. He didn't know if it'd be a solid plan, but it was better than nothing!
Saturday wasn't much better for Kagome.
To say that she'd put all her hopes in the ice cabin event was an understatement. She'd wanted to see the exhibits of intricately carved ice and watch the processes of the creators. It was such a niche interest that it could catch the attention of people unfamiliar with the concept, but…there was nothing anymore. She'd done some more research on her phone about the former event, only to discover that between unseasonably warm weather and subpar turnout, it wasn't feasible to keep going. Sure, the location was going to be repurposed for private social events like weddings so they could still generate income, but it sucked for her purposes.
Inuyasha hadn't looked as closely at the local attractions as she had, so he was taken aback by how many were catered to skiing. What remained from that was a long list of romantic getaway packages, which would have been fine if they weren't budgeting for the wedding, and she wasn't writing a not-so-meet-cute story. There was even a bigger section of children's activities than there were for the single person or group that was passing through the area.
There were multiple wineries and breweries in the area, but it wasn't very enjoyable for either of them when Kagome was the only one that could safely drink. Inuyasha could have had one watered down glass, but he wasn't taking any chances. He'd driven into town, and he intended to drive back.
That's not to say that she didn't find anything that might be a positive note in her lengthy list of shit-gone-wrong. There were a lot of stores to shop in; they'd spent at least an hour on one street after parking the truck in the open parking area and walking down the line of stores. Most of them were good places to look if one was antiquing, but it was enough just browsing through the windows after the first few. Kagome had her phone out, tapping away in her notes with a speed Inuyasha had only seen during her writing sprints.
They'd stopped at a craft fair before they went to dinner, finally accepting that they couldn't avoid the temptation of savory entrees. Kagome seemed to enjoy this more than anything, seeing the wide variety of handmade goods from people in the area. The event was set up in a local theater that was remodeled to accommodate the high number of vendor booths and concessions. Being able to converse with the vendors helped a lot because it afforded her a chance to hear about other seasonal events that were big.
"We can swing back by there tomorrow, if you want?" he asked after they returned to the cabin. "Drive out early and catch it as it opens; it shouldn't be too crowded."
"You don't mind?" Inuyasha would wander around some of the other booths when she got into a heavy conversation with a vendor, which made her feel a little guilty. She knew it wasn't his cup of tea – really, what was he going to do with felted gnomes dressed for different occupations – and the bulk of it was probably boring to him.
"If I minded, would I have asked?" Kagome shot him a look that said he would cut off a finger if it meant it'd help her write her book.
'Geez, you offer to fulfill every sexy fantasy to help work out plot details in a book and she acts like it's a hardship to walk around a craft fair…'
Inuyasha really didn't mind. There were a few booths that he did find boring, but there was so much to look around that it's not as though he had to stay and look at those. He'd even picked up a few things that he could use, so revisiting wasn't a problem.
Kagome sat on the couch; her legs were folded underneath her with her laptop balanced on her knee as she combed over her notes. She yawned, pushing up the glasses to wipe at her watering eyes. Her brain was tired. They'd gone to the craft fair for its final day, and she'd managed to get a little bit more inspiration. Problem was, she had all of these ideas, and she didn't know where to begin. And now looking at the notes was making her sleepy. Dammit.
'I thought I could at least put together an outline while we were out here,' she frowned, staring at her notes. 'He's never gonna say it, but I know Inuyasha is probably ready to throttle me over this book. I'm ready to throttle me! Why is this so hard?!'
Her fiancé was currently outside, cutting up some of the firewood into smaller pieces, and she could hear the muffled thunk – thunk – thunk, but he wouldn't be out there for the rest of the day. Inuyasha was so confident that she could knock this out, and she really wanted to have something to show him when he came back in, but this mental block fucking sucked. It's like there was some kind of wall in her head, not letting the order of events get through correctly, and instead they found a crack and squeezed into it at once – and what she got was the equivalent of a box of melted crayons on a hot car floorboard. Pretty, but impossible to separate and with a lot of grit sticking to the underside.
She decided to try and play with the "cards" she'd typed her ideas onto in her writing program. It was really the only feature she used outside of the word processor. Others probably considered it a frivolous purchase, but it was easier to manage than scattered index cards when she needed a fan pointed at herself in the heat of the summer. "Let's see, what if I start with the conflict and then flashback to everything that led up to that moment?"
Sunshine Sparkle is horrified to learn that she's not alone in her cabin, and that her time of peace and quiet to work is now filled with the bitching of Grumpy Lumberjack.
Click. "Oh wait, do I want to do dual points of view?...No, no there's no time for that…oh man, that would've worked well for this trope too… Fuck. Okay, so the start of the flashback should be…"
Sunshine Sparkle is driving to the cabin and talking to her editor on speakerphone. Probably a watered-down version of the book plans to keep it short.
Click. "Ugh… this feels like it's going to be a long book. How the hell am I supposed to keep it short? Are we limited to a word count? I can't remember… better text Kikyo and ask, 'cause if we do and I can't cut this down, I'm gonna have to submit a handful of chapters."
A few minutes later, she was back to sorting after she remembered to put her blue light glasses on. Her characters were giving her enough grief; she didn't need the headache. From Sunshine Sparkle arriving in the mountain village to Sunshine Sparkle crashing into Grumpy Lumberjack in the grocery store bread aisle, Kagome felt like she was making a little headway. Not enough, but something. She'd gotten caught up to the present point in her story – ironically where Sunshine Sparkle wrote herself into a corner – when the front door to the cabin opened and a cold gust of air blew in. Being in thin leggings and a baggy sweater, Kagome visibly shivered as the arctic-like elements seeped through the fibers of her clothes.
"Holy shit it's cold!" she squeaked, shifting to a cross-legged position. Was the tingling from the blood being cut off or the cold blast of air? Who knew, because she didn't.
"No fucking way, I had no idea," came the growled response, followed by stomping at the front door. A mat was placed there for catching anything that rode in on guests' shoes, and today it was catching snow with its beating.
Kagome felt her stomach drop with her fiancé's tone. Did Inuyasha have problems outside with the wood? She hadn't meant to state the obvious, it'd only been a reaction! She began to worry her bottom lip as the footsteps approached. If he was mad, what was he going to say when she told him she'd only sorted five notecards for her story?
She heard the thick-soled boots drop to the floor before his footsteps got closer. Since the couch wasn't facing the entryway, she had no idea what his mood would really be until he came around between her and the fireplace, and she sure as hell wasn't about to turn around.
"Did…did everything go okay?" she asked softly, wondering if it was even wise to pose the question. The heavy footfalls stopped before there was rustling of the winter coat being shrugged off and hung on the coat rack. Kagome continued to chew her lip, listening to each sound carefully, trying to determine his mood based on what he wasn't saying.
In short, she had a feeling it wasn't good.
Inuyasha grunted, his pace starting again, albeit softer and slower than before. "It was fine. Just really fucking cold today. I think the wind's picked up, but if this ain't enough wood, I ain't fucking going back out in that. I'll crawl in the stove first."
Kagome hummed in understanding, still nervous to comment, and returned to her notecards. They had plenty of blankets, so she wasn't worried, even if the half-demon didn't have the body heat of a furnace. From behind her, she could hear him go back to the front door to collect the pieces of wood to bring over to the firewood tote. She kept her eyes focused on the screen and felt that she was doing a decent job of looking like she was immersed in her planning. Then when he walked past the couch and she got a whiff of his deodorant, Kagome made the mistake of looking up to ask him how he managed to break a sweat if it was so cold…and forgot how to form words.
How had it slipped her mind that Inuyasha was wearing a flannel shirt? And why was her libido going "It's time to play!" all of a sudden?
Somehow this was much, much worse for her poor soul than when they'd met up again earlier in the year. At least when he showed up to repair her mom's hot water heater, she hadn't seen him naked! Inuyasha's back was turned to her as he dropped into a squat to load the firewood onto the tote, but the way the fabric of the checkered shirt stretched against his muscles with each movement made her want to toss her laptop and jump on his back.
No, she hadn't lost her mind, and she sure as hell wasn't in a dry spell. Though, they hadn't had much time together for that sort of fun all weekend… mostly because once they got still, one of them was asleep within minutes. Like she'd been, trying to make herself sort her notes out.
She wasn't sleepy anymore.
Inuyasha let out a grunt as he stood up, turning to face Kagome, and she swore her face started to burn in record time. He never moved, watching her gape like a fish while he held the ax loosely in his hand. She knew he meant to return it to its storage case, but her common sense was too busy sliding over to horny sense to gab about how her fiancé currently resembled a very grumpy-looking lumberjack.
"Fuck me," she'd whispered, not meaning it to come out as a request but also secretly wanting it to be received as such. If her fiancé had been fully human, he wouldn't have heard, but since he wasn't, he could probably hear two squirrels fucking in a tree down the road with how quiet it had gotten in the cabin.
The half-demon simply watched her for a moment, then let out another grunt as he began to walk around the coffee table, perching on its edge just before her. The ax was brought to rest on his parted knees, and Inuyasha – that asshole – rolled his sleeves up before letting his arms sit on the ax handle. He knew good and damn well his exposed forearms were some weird kink of hers, and he did it anyway! Inuyasha also hadn't been keeping up with shaving over the weekend, so there was a brief layer of stubble over his jawline that she wouldn't complain about if she didn't have to work –
"How's it going?"
Kagome blinked, not expecting him to speak. "W-what?"
"I said, how – is – it – going?"
She frowned, still not processing the question. It wasn't the question, but the tone that threw her. Whenever Inuyasha asked her how her work was going in the past, it was never like this. He knew to approach carefully and with chocolate extended as a peace offering. This time it was like he'd never seen her write a book at all.
"I… I suppose it's going?" she answered dumbly. How else was she supposed to answer that? He knew what she was dealing with, so unless an alien had descended from the skies, abducted Inuyasha, and was now traipsing around in his appearance, then –
Kagome's eyes widened.
Inuyasha's lips quirked the tiniest bit. His eyes watched her playfully, and if she hadn't seen that look before she wouldn't have recognized what was going on.
He was doing this on purpose.
"What do you think about renting a cabin for the weekend?"
"You mean that?"
"Damn straight I do, love. I wanna help you in any way I can."
If her hormones weren't running rampant and sending all the blood away from her brain, she might've caught on sooner.
"You mentioned that this cabin setting would help set the inspiration for your book, yeah? Well, why not pull from what actually happens this weekend to go in the draft? If it's total crap, you can change it afterwards, but at least you'll have something to change."
His nose just twitched. Fuck. He knew. Double fuck. That'd be the dream – no, bad Kagome! Focus!
She swallowed, looking down at the laptop screen for a second. Right now it was the only thing that was keeping Inuyasha from throwing her down on the rug before the unlit fireplace and ensuring that they'd either be buying a replacement or paying the cleaning bill for their hosts. But Inuyasha wouldn't ruin her laptop, so that gave her a slight advantage while she figured out what to do next.
How did she approach this? No matter what way she tried to steer this, she wouldn't be getting any more work done that evening. With how he was looking at her, she might not be able to walk in the morning.
Before she could speak, Inuyasha reached out and carefully lifted the blue light glasses off the bridge of her nose, letting them glide away from her face with a soft touch. Kagome hadn't meant to gasp, it wasn't even very loud, but there was something so intimate in how he looked and how he treated her belongings that was unreal. He hadn't read any of her notes but somehow he had pulled off the male lead in her book to the tiniest detail.
Thank god she was cross-legged on the couch because if she tried to squeeze her thighs together she was afraid she'd make wet sneakers on a high school gymnasium floor sounds.
"Tell me." It wasn't a request.
Kagome swallowed, afraid to tear her gaze away from his to look down at her screen. Inuyasha wasn't having it, lifting the device from her lap and closing the lid before he set it at the furthest end of the couch, out of her reach. Shit. There went her one line of defense.
"Tell me," He repeated.
"I…I need my n-notes –"
"No you don't," Inuyasha cut her off. "You've got all you need…up…there," he said, reaching up with one finger to tap her forehead. Kagome's eyes crossed, following the digit.
He expected her to remember everything?! She could barely remember her own name in the moment, between breathing in his scent and the way he looked at her – and that was before he even spoke! How was she going to remember every detail of her plot? She wasn't in grade school, and this wasn't a book report! She wasn't wired to parrot information like that anymore!
Inuyasha's finger created a light trail down the bridge of her nose, sending shivers down her back as it dropped to trace her bottom lip. "You know your book better than any machine, so I want to hear it from those pretty lips."
She nearly whined. Inuyasha was staring way too intently at her mouth, and she knew that look. Those eyes were thinking of all the ways her mouth moved and what it could do…and goddammit she was going to ruin a couch before this year was out, wasn't she?
Kagome's lips wavered, and her mouth went dry. Even darting her tongue out the smallest bit to wet them drew his gaze, which wasn't helping her think at all. Worse still – he knew what he was doing to her, and he didn't even need his demonic traits. But she had to start talking quickly, or he was going to do something else. He wanted to know how her book was going, but he was also wanting to play. And by god she wanted to play too.
"It's…" she shifted, unfolding her legs to hang over the front of the couch. It meant scooting forward slightly, but she could press her legs together now and at least pretend she wasn't smuggling a waterfall in her leggings. "It's… I think I have all of my notes for my story," she swallowed again. "It's just…just putting it all in order…"
"How far have you gotten?"
Moving closer was a bad idea. Her head was swimming, and the primal part of her wanted to crawl in his lap and just sniff his neck like some crazy, lust-driven – oh wait that was her. Fuck. Kagome needed to find a focus. She couldn't look around him because he filled her vision unless she turned her head sideways. Looking in his eyes was a bad idea if she wanted to form a sentence. His mouth was also a no-go for the same reason. Chest wasn't possible either – too much collarbone in view and it wouldn't take much to set her off. Which left…the ax.
'Sure Kagome, what better thing to focus on to keep from thinking about getting railed by your lumberjack-looking fiancé than a thick rod of wood resting on his lap. You moron, you're gonna owe the owners of this place a new couch. May as well have the royalty check for this book addressed to them.'
"Um… well… the two main characters have already found out that they're double-booked in…in the house. I – I decided to start with that and switch back to how they both ended up in this s-situation…"
Inuyasha was an evil bastard, sliding his hands along the handle "absentmindedly". She knew it was on purpose. His hands were moving too methodically to be an accident. Long, slow strokes across the polished handle, and on occasion his thumb would circle over one spot, then grind against it before slowing down.
She'd never wanted to be an ax handle before, and now she was actually jealous of an inanimate object.
"Mm," he hummed, "What situation are they in?"
Kagome thought he hadn't heard her say "double-booked" before, but it clicked rather quickly that he wasn't referring to that. He already knew the two characters were stuck in the house. "Y-you mean during the snow s-storm?"
"Mm-hm."
She swallowed, still watching his hands slide across the ax handle. "W-well… they've been… tiptoeing around each other since they…got trapped inside. There's…there's been… the s-sexual attract…" Dammit she shouldn't have looked up at his face again, because she was hearing radio static in her thoughts.
Inuyasha was smirking at her, which on any given day was enough to make her beg, but with this whole aesthetic about him, it was killing her. She'd prided herself on being intelligent, having the sense to acknowledge sex appeal for what it was and appreciate it like a mature woman. Rather, she had once long ago acted as such, before she was reunited with Inuyasha. Now all she wanted was to throw that ax out of the way as she climbed into his lap and whispered "Fuck me" into one of those fuzzy ears.
Oh shit.
She…she hadn't said that out loud, had she?
That smirk was a full-blown grin now.
Fuck. She had –
"You know… the snow's howling outside, but I believe I can make you howl louder."
Kagome turned her head to look out the window. What the hell was he talking about?! There was snow outside, yeah, but there wasn't another chance for snowfall until after they left… When she turned back, Inuyasha was laying the ax on the table behind him, snapping open the flannel shirt with his free hand. She gulped, watching as the tank beneath was revealed a little more with each second that passed. "I… I should probably…"
"You've got ten seconds."
She wasn't sure if he was still stuck in lumberjack mode or if this was her handyman talking, but she wasn't going to stick around to find out. Kagome shot up on shaky legs and crawled over the back of the couch to put distance between them. How she didn't land on her face was a miracle from the gods, but the throaty rumble of laughter from the half-demon had her scrambling to the stairs in record time.
It was like the past summer all over again. She could feel the adrenaline soaring within her as she skipped steps like it would get her away faster, her heart pounding against her ribcage like she was being tracked by a wild animal – and in a way she was. Inuyasha knew the basics of her book's plot before they'd reserved this cabin, so he had to have been roleplaying downstairs. If it was supposed to help her get her creative juices going, that asshole had certainly got something going!
Kagome dove into the bedroom and hesitated on shutting the door but decided against it. She didn't want to risk Inuyasha reading it wrong and thinking she wasn't in the mood, but she also didn't want him to double-down on the alpha mindset and kick down the door either. There were more important matters to focus on that didn't involve a potential door repair, like getting her sweater off as fast as possible. Call it cutting to the chase, call it spoiling his fun, but she wasn't about to let him snag his claws on one of her comfiest sweaters because he's horny.
BAM!
She jumped at the sound as the sweater slipped over her head. Kagome turned back to the door as the garment hung on her forearms, seeing Inuyasha gripping the sides of the doorway. "You're getting started without me?" he growled. He'd peeled off his flannel and undershirt somewhere in the house, and now with his arms raised above his head he really looked as though he filled up the room.
Yeah. Good thing she didn't shut the door, cause it would be in splinters by now.
"No," she shook her head quickly, trying to push the sweater off and toss it as he advanced on her. "I – I didn't want –"
Inuyasha took it from her, holding it carefully in his larger hands. "You think I'd rip this?" It wasn't so much a question, and he didn't give her a chance to answer either. Instead he folded it gently and placed it over the back of an empty chair. "You know me better than that," he added. "Why would I destroy something that caresses that body of yours so well?"
It was a baggy sweater and the most it clung to was her breasts, but that wasn't telling her if she was backing away from the handyman or the lumberjack. It didn't matter really, but she needed to get her bra unhooked, because it wasn't her old ugly one and it was expensive. Her hands were fumbling with the hooks, and she was hoping she didn't look like an awkward earthworm-human hybrid as she threw her arms behind her back to separate the ends. Inuyasha was walking towards her, watching her with a look in his eyes that made her wetter. Maybe her panties could be saved, she didn't know. They didn't match the bra and were just a random pair she picked up from the clearance table at Target because they were two dollars and looked cute. Kagome nearly let out a yell of triumph as she felt the bra unhook, shucking it off her shoulders and tossing it across the room.
Inuyasha's lips twitched as she stood there in front of the bed, topless and looking like she was getting ready to fight a bear. Kagome knew she looked stupid, but at least with that little facial slip she knew that Inuyasha was still roleplaying, and that made it easier to figure out her next move. And since he wanted to keep the façade up…
"How am I supposed to know when you've never touched me before," she replied, turning her back to him. It was a stupid move, but if she was supposed to be acting like her female lead in the book, the girl didn't have the most widespread palette of men and as such didn't realize it was stupid. Just like her character wouldn't know not to bend over at the waist in front of the big burly man that was hell-bent on railing her into the floor, but…the socks had to go.
Almost instantly she felt Inuyasha behind her, clawed hands gripping her hips as he leaned into the curve of her ass, pushing the bulge in his jeans against her. "You're too trusting," he growled, making her shiver. "Bending like that in front of me, expecting me to behave. You don't know how many times I've thought of taking you like this. I could shred your clothes and have my way before you even said 'please'."
That…that should not have encouraged her, what the fuck. Maybe she needed to consider the alpha male lead trope in her books more often. It didn't sound like Inuyasha minded being her guinea pig. Kagome licked her lips, unable to rein in the stutter as she told him, "You're not giving me any reason to think you would do–"
RIIIP –!
She gulped as the claw split the seam of her leggings from the hip. She knew that he wouldn't force her, and she was fairly confident that he wouldn't get so into character that he'd go out of his comfort zone, but feeling her pants get ripped off was still startling. They were on their last legs anyway, so it wasn't a loss. Inuyasha had knelt down behind her as he pulled the last pieces of fabric away, and she knew she should have expected something, but the nip of his teeth on the back of her thigh wasn't it. She let out a mix of a squeak and a moan because his palms were flat against her thighs, sliding upwards as he rose to his feet.
"Know your place," he warned her, pushing her forward until she was sitting on her knees on the bed. A faint rustling was heard, followed by a thump, but she was too dazed to turn and see what it was.
Oh yes, Kagome knew her place. Over him. Under him. On her knees before him. Whichever way he wanted her, and she wasn't even thinking about if they were acting out parts for a story. Just as long as he didn't leave her on the edge of an orgasm. But her back was still facing him, and this posed a problem, because usually when he wanted her like this she was facing the other way.
A large hand came around her front as he moved to stand behind her again, dipping underneath the waistband of her panties. She didn't feel the rough denim against her skin anymore, which must have been the sound from moments prior. Instead she could feel the insistent press of the hot flesh of his cock trapped between them. Kagome's head rolled back onto her shoulders, her knees spreading a little further apart to better allow his hand to slide against her sex.
"Look what you've done," he purred in her ear, wiggling his fingers between the drenched folds. Kagome shuddered and gasped as Inuyasha's hand moved forwards, then back to graze her clit. He wouldn't do more than this because of his claws, wouldn't risk it no matter how much she said she trusted him. Her body thrummed with pleasure as he palmed her, pausing only to rub her clit between his fingers. Kagome shook in his arms as he brought her to orgasm, and her only regret was that it didn't last long enough.
But then, how could it when he'd all but eaten her out with just a look when they were downstairs?
"Don't think I'm done with you, Kagome," he sighed, rocking his hips against her, letting his cock shift to rub against her ass. A few carefully timed thrusts and she could feel the tip graze her where his hand had just been. "We've got a long night ahead of us."
She really hoped he was joking. They hadn't had sex in a few days but come on! He'd gotten her off in record time with just one hand, and he thought they were gearing up for the night?!
The fabric of the panties split at each hip, dropping to the bed between her knees. 'Goodbye clearance-bin panties. You were cute and held on for the good fight.'
Another thrust and she felt the fat head of his cock nearly line up with her entrance.
'So long, legs. It was fun walking for three decades.'
"Turn around, Kagome," he ordered. "So I can watch."
Watch? Watch what?! Her wet cement legs moved like sludge across the bed as she tried to face him. Did he want her to go down on him while her pussy tried to save what dignity it had left? Kagome turned, albeit slowly, unable to figure out what he was planning. Her legs felt tingly, and she had to let them hang over the bed's edge, but he hadn't said she couldn't. All he wanted was for her to face him.
Kagome's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her fiancé pumping his cock with the hand that he'd used to get her off, spreading the sticky substance along the length. It wasn't often that they'd touched themselves in front of the other – not that they avoided it, it was only that the other one took initiative to do the fondling. But when he did it, he looked directly at her, and…umph…it was a good thing they planned to wash the linens already.
"Do you see something you like?" he smirked.
It was a stupid question, but Kagome still felt her face heat up as her thighs pressed together.
"So many nights," Inuyasha sighed, letting his hand squeeze the head with a few small thrusts before sliding back to the base. "So many nights I've had to listen to you touch yourself across the hallway, when you thought I couldn't hear. Those soft little sighs as you get closer to cumming. The way you try to control your breathing after. You had no idea I was biting my fist so I wouldn't moan your name as I fucked my hand on those nights."
Holy fuck she had to remember that detail. It wouldn't work for the actual book unless she did a lot of tweaking, but damn that was hot!
"You never…you never said…a-anything…" Kagome let out a shaky breath, trying hard not to move her hands from the choke hold they held on the bed. He was keying her up again and she needed to not touch herself no matter how tempting it was.
"Would you have wanted me?" he grunted, stepping forward.
"Now that is a stupid question."
"Keh. No going back now, Kagome."
"G-good." Damn straight it was good because she'd have to kill him if he left her alone after this! There wasn't enough snow in the yard to cool her off!
Kagome felt her back press into the mattress. She blinked, following the muscled arm that was now holding her shoulder. Why'd he push her back? He wanted to watch her, so how was he supposed to do that if she was looking up at the ceiling?
Inuyasha smirked, still holding his cock as he placed his knees on either side of Kagome's body, straddling her ribs. Slowly, he traced the head between the valley of her breasts, leaving behind a trail of precum before it slid upwards again. "Ever since I saw you standing down there in that fitted shirt, I've wondered what it would be like to fuck these gorgeous tits."
Kagome blinked, not sure if he was referencing a shirt she really owned or if this was more of their roleplay talk. Either way, he'd just declared that he wanted to get off on her chest. She wasn't small by any means so it wasn't like it couldn't be done, but she was surprised with how easily he'd said it. The first time she'd suggested giving him a blowjob, he'd tripped over his own tongue. Kagome swallowed nervously. This wasn't something they'd tried, much less talked about in the past, but she didn't want to break the moment and ask if he was serious. If he wanted to take the character this way, then she was going to follow the trail and see where it led.
Slowly, she let go of the blankets to cup her breasts, pressing them close. A flash of surprise crossed Inuyasha's face, and she was positive now that he was just as unsure as she was. He positioned his cock just underneath, tilting his hips forward slowly to watch it disappear between the mounds. Inuyasha let out a groan as the glistening tip peeked out of the top of her cleavage before it vanished. The next thrust was a little faster.
'I didn't figure I'd get anything from this,' Kagome thought, watching her fiancé brace his hands on the mattress just above her shoulders as he pumped his cock between her breasts. 'Still…it is kind of hot I suppose?' Hearing him start to pant when she pressed the girls tighter gave her some satisfaction, but it wasn't enough. Maybe…maybe if she could reach… It took a few passes before she could match Inuyasha's rhythm, but she was able to lick the head each time it poked up. Inuyasha let out a strangled noise as his hips moved faster, and Kagome continued to hold his cock tight between her breasts as she dragged her tongue around the tip.
"N-No –"
Before she realized what had happened, Kagome felt Inuyasha pull out of her cleavage and move further down her body. Her left leg was thrown up, and his cock plunged into her in one swift move. Inuyasha let out a guttural groan and she swore she'd seen new colors from the sudden feeling of being stuffed. He'd paused, not moving so she could adjust, but she could only focus on catching her breath. Was it too much? Did he not want her to do that? She couldn't imagine him wanting her to just sit there –
Inuyasha pulled out, and she whimpered. As much as a shock it was to feel him enter her at new speeds, she didn't want it to end! Kagome was about to speak, to tell him not to stop, when he moved again, holding onto her leg and shifting his angle as he increased his pace. There was no talking now, not with how he was hitting new places in her that stole her breath. She felt herself roll onto her left side, but she wasn't sure if it was her doing or if he was turning her, but he continued to thrust faster. Kagome let out a whine as the familiar tingle began to form again. It was building fast, and she didn't know if she was going to black out if she came. Her clit was still thrumming from the first orgasm!
Trying to twist away from him only made his grip on her leg tighter. Worse – or better, if she was conscious later to look back on this – it encouraged him to follow her lead. Inuyasha allowed her to move just enough for her to get on her stomach before he was pushing his cock back into her, pinning her thighs together with a knee on each side.
"Oh my god –!"
One very large hand was gripping her hip and holding her down to the bed as his hips rolled into her ass, and Kagome could only bury her face in the mattress to muffle her moans. Another position that they hadn't discussed, but holy fuck it was one to revisit! Having Inuyasha behind her was always a delicious feeling, but there was something about how he pinned her flat to the bed and thrust into her that hit all the same places harder. Or maybe it was that the angle made him feel even thicker. She didn't know and she didn't care, because her walls were squeezing him as each pump pushed her over the edge.
"Good girl," he purred, making her shiver with his breath against her ear.
Kagome could only mewl in response.
Good girl? If that's what she got for being good, what would he do if she was bad? 'Better not to know. My clit couldn't take it if I asked…'
Inuyasha chuckled as he hovered above Kagome, giving her enough space to turn over onto her back. She could only stare at him with wide eyes as his cock twitched, still throbbing and covered in her – how had he not cum yet?! He didn't move from his place above her, and she was too exhausted to move, but…he was planning something. She just knew it.
"Your pussy takes my cock so well," his voice dropped low, and she wanted to die. "But I'm not through with you yet, Ka-Go-Me."
Fuck, she was gonna die.
When he shifted around to put her legs outside of his, she knew he was going to make good on his word about it being a long night. Sure, maybe for him, but she'd just cum! Again! She never timed her recovery period between orgasms but surely he couldn't think she'd –
Kagome gasped as Inuyasha slipped his hands under her legs to cup her ass, lifting her off the bed as he sat back on his heels. She scrambled to grab his shoulders to steady herself when she felt him lower her to sit across the tops of his thighs, the hot flesh of his cock pushing between her wet folds. If she hadn't been so weak she would've tried to wiggle to feel him slide inside her. How could he stand this?! She'd already cum twice but this was torture! He let out a growl that she felt rumble against his chest. Inuyasha didn't do anything more than hold her in place, letting his hands palm and squeeze her ass cheeks.
"Ugh, you have no idea how badly I need you," he told her, smirking because it was very clear to both of them. "You've had me wishing it's been your hand, your tits, your lips, and your pussy wrapped around my dick ever since I first laid eyes on you, Kagome."
Inuyasha's voice was thick with need, and if she could have, she'd have tried to close her thighs. His hold on her, how he held her across his thighs like she weighed nothing, the way he looked at her – not to mention how his cock bounced against her lips – was stirring up her own need again. "I can feel you drip on me, you're so wet," he moaned, and Kagome couldn't take it anymore.
She reached up with a hand to force his lips down for a hungry kiss, eagerly parting to feel his tongue slide against hers. Kagome wiggled her hips to try to grind against him, which she realized far too late was a mistake. Her clit was still swollen and overly sensitive, and the slightest brush against it had her quivering in his arms and breaking their kiss.
"Ready for more?" he whispered, tilting his head to kiss along the column of her neck.
Kagome could only nod with a small whimper. His teeth dragged along her skin, his tongue tracing the path they had left. If she was already dripping on him, then she was awfully close to making a waterfall between her thighs. "I can't…" came out barely audible, but it was enough to tell him she couldn't do this much longer.
Inuyasha leaned back and watched her. "You've been such a good girl for me," he murmured. "This time, when I watch you slide down on my thick cock, I want you to watch me as I fuck you, Kagome. I want to see your face when I fill that pussy until you drip."
'Oh fuck, this is how I die.'
She held onto his shoulders as he raised her with one hand, positioning the fat head between her lips. The guide downwards was slow and wonderful as he stretched her once again. Kagome's thighs started to shake before he'd even lifted her up again. Her nails, blunt as they were, tried to grip his back with a force he'd never felt. Each shift, each thrust had her hold on him slipping and scrambling to find purchase again. Inuyasha had complete control over the pace this time, and she could only hang on for the ride.
Soft mutters of "fuck" and their names were nearly drowned out by the slap of their bodies connecting as Inuyasha began to piston upwards each time he brought Kagome down on him. Sloppy kisses were few and far between, both too focused on each other's eyes to look away. Kagome could feel his cock swell more, and the way he brought them together continued to brush her clit. His hips increased their pace. She felt her body tighten for a third time, and it was getting hard to keep her eyes open.
"Look at me, Kagome."
She could only gasp in response, trying desperately to do as he asked. He was about to cum, and he wasn't going alone.
"I – Inu – ah!"
"Fuck, Kagome –!"
Her walls gripped him with a force she was amazed she had with one last thrust, holding him tight as she felt thick ropes fill her. If she didn't see Inuyasha on the other side after she came down from her third orgasm, maybe her soul could somehow work the thumb drive to send her book to Kikyo to ghostwrite on her behalf? He wouldn't be able to. He'd be unconscious.
Inuyasha was right about one thing. He did make her howl.
"It's time to get up." Inuyasha poked at the mass under the blankets with his foot as he balanced on the other one while he buttoned his jeans. It barely moved, but the noise it made amazed him. This was the same woman that had clawed his back up the night before – in his opinion, worth it –
"Don't wanna."
He gave her another nudge with his foot, this time more insistent. "We've got to put the cabin back in order before we leave, love. Let's go." It's not like he wanted to get up either, but they needed to get on the road before the snow system came through the area. Their weekend away was over, and they needed to get back to reality.
Kagome disagreed. "Can't move," she huffed. He still hadn't seen her head emerge from the blankets.
"If you can talk, you can walk."
"Blaugh…"
Inuyasha tried to mimic the gargle-hiss, but he started to laugh and ruined it. That, of all things, was what made his fiancée poke her head out from under the covers, sending him a glare behind that mass of hair. Those pretty black locks that he loved to run his fingers through were all over the place. It didn't even qualify as sex hair anymore. It was "rode hard and long", which was fairly accurate.
She didn't appreciate him laughing even harder as she sat up. "Kiss my ass," she mumbled, testing the strength of her legs as she moved to stand. The blankets were left tangled on the bed, exposing her body to the cool air in the room as she walked to the bathroom. Even looking like some deranged naked forest witch that wanted to curse him for waking her, he still felt like he was the luckiest man in the world to say he'd soon be her husband.
"As tempting as that is, we'll have to pay extra if we stay any longer." If they weren't saving for their wedding, he wouldn't have had any problem doing that. Kagome had her work with her, so she could still send her draft off to Kikyo once it was done. 'But if we stay any longer she won't get anything written,' he thought, catching a glimpse of his back in the standing mirror that sat propped in the corner of the bedroom.
Kagome had done a number on his back and shoulders last night. Long, thin, red marks stretched from each shoulder to the bottom of his shoulder blades. He was fairly sure there were a few teeth marks when she bit down on him hours later. Looking at the marks took him back to the night before, remembering how she clung to him, squeezed him, and made his ears ring with her screams. Inuyasha gulped and looked for a shirt. He couldn't think about that, not when they needed to pack.
They absolutely could not stay any longer but fuck him the idea had a lot of appeal to it.
He'd suggested that they take this trip so Kagome could build inspiration for her story. Attempts had been made to make their soured plans work. But despite that, the most success had been when he'd decided to chop up some of the logs for the fire…that they didn't use.
Whoops.
If he were honest, he hadn't been expecting Kagome to react that way when he brought in the wood, so he really had to wonder what had been on her mind when she was working on her story if she was licking her lips watching him hold an ax. Her scent had gotten the best of him, making him want to play the "part" of her book character to have a little fun. Maybe help her think of some new ideas.
Well… ideas were thought of, and none of them were ideas she could use for the current draft.
"I did that," Kagome frowned, looking remorseful. Inuyasha turned to face the bathroom, pulling on his shirt quickly when he heard the soft gasp. "I'm so sorry, Inu…"
"Don't be. They'll fade before the day is out," he assured her. "I don't think your grumpy lumberjack could say the same."
She blushed, crossing her arms over herself as she moved into the room. "Well she wasn't expecting to cum three times without time to catch her breath."
"She was breathing pretty damn well –"
"You're lucky I can even stand –"
"But you liked it," Inuyasha turned to Kagome, swallowing thickly. "…Right?"
"Of course." She tossed the bra onto the bed, deciding not to bother with it, and pulled on a fitted tank top, then another sweater. When she looked up at the half-demon, he was now the one looking at her with concern. "You okay?" she asked softly.
"Are you sure last night wasn't too much? I didn't do anything to scare you, or...?"
Kagome's brows furrowed; the confusion was written all over her face. "Why would you scare me?" She frowned, thinking back on everything from the night before. "The dominating? Ordering me around? Is that what you're talking about?"
Inuyasha shrugged. "Yeah."
"What's wrong with that? I know you were keeping in character. I know that's not you –"
"What if it is?" he asked quickly. "Kagome, last night…some of that was pulled from thoughts I've had before about you. Now that I'm not fucking you into the mattress I can think clearly…and it scares the shit out of me how much I liked how you…how you…"
"Obeyed?"
"We're gonna have to elope if you keep talking like that," he groaned. Kagome laughed, which made him feel a little better. He'd hoped that the first thoughts of "what did I do" that creeped into his mind the night before would disappear, but the longer they stayed, the more he worried. The only other time he could remember being this worried about going too far was the first time they'd fucked in the shower. Not only had he not brought out a condom in the moment, but the demon within him practically purred at the thought of how he'd been with her. Kagome was unknowingly bringing out a side of him he assumed would always lie dormant, and if this was something she didn't like or want, they needed to address it.
But Kagome, his sweet Kagome, didn't back away. She invited this side of him to play, like she wanted to explore it. "Okay," she laughed. "I'll admit you caught me off guard – at first – and I wasn't sure if you were staying in character or if this was something you'd secretly wanted, but it turns out that was a bit of both." She shimmied into her jeans, walking over to wrap her arms around his middle. "How come you never said anything before?"
"Sure, I'm gonna tell my fiancée that I want to go completely feral and drill her through the bed."
"I mean…"
"Don't –"
"It's kind of hot actually…"
"Kagome I swear to god –"
"What?! You're talking to someone that wrote a foursome in a book!" Kagome squeaked as his large arms tightened around her, pressing her face into his chest to muffle out anything else she was planning to say.
Inuyasha couldn't deal with her mouth right then. He'd just gotten his semi back into the garage and she was going to inadvertently call him out for another trip by being cheeky. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head, adjusting his hold on her so that she could breathe. "You know…what we did last night…fuck I hate that you can't include that in your draft…"
She hummed, wiggling her head so she could look up at him. "Oh I'm writing it in this draft for sure."
"But I thought –"
"I texted Kikyo yesterday while you were outside and asked for clarification about the requirements." She was smiling sheepishly now. "With the number of authors on this project, there's no way that we'd all be able to all share an entire story. The printed book would have to be divided up into parts. She said it was a last-minute decision to offer three chapters each at minimum, and then they'd see where it stood."
"So…"
"So…it means that the smut I'm going to write won't show up in the story until more than halfway, and there won't be any worry of cutting down my contribution!"
Inuyasha felt his eye twitch. Did that mean that their whole venture out to this cabin for a weekend was for nothing?! Here he was thinking she was given a couple weeks to flesh out an entire story, and whoever organized this decided to only post teasers of each book?! It was on the tip of his tongue to voice the thought, but looking down at Kagome, seeing how relieved she looked…fuck the cost. She'd gotten what she needed out of this weekend, and surprisingly, he had too. She had a vision for her story now, and he had the assurance of his fiancée that he could confide in his dirtiest fantasies with her – and she'd be willing to try them.
Damn. Maybe he needed to start writing them down?