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Boom
It was a warm, sultry night, so hot they had let the fire burn down to ash. The breeze that blew in through the window, though, carried the hint of rain. InuYasha and Kagome, however, were too occupied to notice much. They lay together stretched out on their futon. The covers had been kicked off in the heat. Their nude bodies glimmered with a fine sheen of sweat, highlighted by the flame of a single lamp.
Kagome arched up as her husband touched her. "Please," she said. Her raven hair cascaded over the edge of the bed, and her blue-grey eyes were heavy-lidded with want.
InuYasha let his fingers of one hand skirt over the warmth of her tummy, drawing circles around her navel, to just above the dark patch of hair shrouding her womanhood. He bent over and let his tongue flick the delicate cup, wrenching a small gasp from her.
"Please what?" he asked, tossing his silver hair across one shoulder as he began to trail his mouth up towards her breasts. One hand, though, dipped between her spread thighs, dancing across the soft skin, avoiding the heat at her center.
She tugged on his hand, trying to draw it up to the part of her that ached to be touched, but he escaped her grasp effortlessly, and gave her a small grin. "Oh no," he said. "You're not getting off that easy."
He rolled half on top of her. Neither of them noticed how the wind blowing through the window picked up speed and was growing much cooler, perhaps because he was busy assaulting her earlobe, then trailing a string of kisses down her throat. She moaned under his relentless assault.
Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder, startling them both. They froze, both looking toward the window. The first clap was followed by another, then another. The lightning flashed nearby, lighting the room, and then shortly after, was followed by a loud boom.
"Damn," he said, rolling off his wife. "Better get ready." He grabbed at his robe, tossed hers to her, and pulled the sheets up.
"Maybe he'll sleep through it," she said, sighing as she slipped into the garment.
"Feh," InuYasha said, tightening his obi. "Kid hates thunderstorms even more than you, if that's possible."
As if on cue, the door to the room where their son was sleeping slid open. "Daddy! Daddy!" a small boy, maybe five, stood there, trembling. "The sky's going boom! I'm scared."
InuYasha turned to his wife. "Don't think this is over yet, though, woman. We'll finish this later."
"I hope so," she murmured, watching as her husband picked up her son and ruffed his hair.
"It's all right, Atae. Daddy's got you," the hanyou said. "Want to stay here for a while and help keep the booms away from Mama?"
Sniffling and wiping his nose, the boy nodded.
Another boom of thunder shook the house. Both Kagome and Atae jumped. InuYasha, laying his son down on the bed, tried very hard not to laugh. He almost succeeded.