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Deferred Celebration
It was a hot, sticky night. The children were sleeping in the back room. Kagome, though, was sleeping in the main room, lit by the lamp she kept burning when she was waiting for him to come home.
Too hot for the quilt, she had fallen asleep on top of it, wearing a thin summer kosode. Her black hair, highlighted by the warm light of the lamp, cascaded over the pillow, but her bangs hung damply to her forehead, and the hem of her robe had hiked up most of the way to her hip.
InuYasha dropped the bundle he was carrying on the edge of the wooden platform, and silently walked across the room to put Tessaiga in its stand. He was weary; it had been a long journey back to the village, and each step up the mountain path to his home seemed to take forever. Yet as he watched her sleeping, something in him stirred, wanting.
He unfastened his jacket, and as he pulled it out of his hakama, Kagome stirred, moving from her side onto her back. He wondered idly as he undressed if she was sensing his youki in her sleep, but she made no further movement, and he finished removing his fire rat and hanging it up on a peg in the wall.
When he turned around to look at her again, he almost groaned. One of her legs was exposed almost up to where it met her thigh, and her neckline had gapped, revealing a soft expanse of pale flesh and the gentle swelling of one of her breasts.
"Unfair, woman, when it's been too long," he said very softly.
Moving to the bed, he lay down next to her, a hand gently skimming the exposed skin of her thigh. It felt like warm velvet to his touch, setting his want on fire, and, as he tugged her kosode down he sighed. She snuggled into him, but didn't wake up.
"Probably too tired anyway," he murmured, and wrapping his arm around her, told his body to calm down. "Sometimes, celebrating homecoming just has to wait."
Kissing the top of her head gently, but very glad to be where he belonged, he fell asleep.