I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
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It was late, and the house was very quiet. InuYasha, a smirk touching his lips, moved behind Kagome, tucking her between his legs. She turned and looked at him, smiling but was about to get up when he tugged the linen of her kosode off her shoulder. His hand ghosted across the white skin he found there. She shivered a little at the touch.
"InuYasha," she said, leaning back against him. "You know..."
"Shhh. Don't want to wake the kids." He pulled her long black hair to one side, and his mouth found the back of her neck and planted a line of kisses there and across her shoulder. "You know you don't want to do that."
One hand worked its way around her, slipping under the bit of her kosode still hanging on to the other shoulder, and cupped the warm weight of her breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple, and he playfully gave it a little tug.
"But I -" Kagome protested, even as she arched into his touch.
He deftly unfastened her obi. "But you want me," he said, sliding one hand delicately down her side, letting the tips of his claws tease her every so softly, sending goosebumps across her skin. "I can smell it." His tongue traced the shell-like shape of her right ear. "And I like what I smell."
Her hands grabbed both his thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze before she pushed off. "At least let me lay out the futon. I want to get under the quilt. It's cold in here!"
The hanyou snorted as he watched his wife, clutching her clothes close, walked across the room. "Not for long," he said, then got up to help her