I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi

Cold

Outside, it was snowing. Inside, a fire burned, glowing redly in the dark room, but barely taking the chill off the room. The occupants, though, weren't paying much attention to either.

InuYasha hovered over Kagome, holding himself up on his forearms. His fingers were threaded into the silk of her hair which was scattered over the pillow and the edge of the futon and onto the floor. His hair, also was pulled to one side, and piled up in a white waterfall. A quilt, blue and white, tented them against the winter chill.

Their lips met, tenderly, a kiss of lovers well content with their partners, languid lips and tongues dancing across and around each other's.

"Damn, woman," InuYasha said. "You taste so good."

His mouth found hers again, hungrier this time, drinking in her taste, sucking on her bottom lip She wrapped her arms under his arms, resting on the smooth skin of his shoulder blades, trying to pull him closer, which pushed the quilt down a few inches.

InuYasha, ears moving with Kagome's every reaction, trailed his mouth down her neck. She gasped as he planted kisses past her neck and slid further down, taking the quilt with him some more. As his mouth found her right nipple, she arched up, and he slid his left hand underneath her, finding that sensitive spot on her spine that made her moan. Brushing his claws against it gently, he was rewarded when she did just that.

Getting up on his knees he intensified his assault as his mouth moved down towards her navel, twirling his tongue around it, leaving her torso bare as he headed down towards her nest of curls. "So delicious," he murmured, his hands sliding under her bottom.

Suddenly he felt fingers on his ears, tugging. He looked up.

"So cold," she said. "Get back up here. I need my blanket."

He kissed her gently right above her curls, then smiled at her wickedly. "Am I your blanket?"

"You or the quilt," she said. "Take your pick."

"How about both?" he said, moving both himself and the cloth up to cover her.

She wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her core against his hardness.

"You must like it hot, woman," he said, grinding back.

"Umm," she said, maneuvering enough to catch him. "How hot do you like it?"

"Steaming," he replied, sliding home.

It didn't take long for them to kick the quilt off again. Somehow, this time, neither of them cared