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Un-dress.

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The tie is a piece of cloth that suits you quite well, something I've come to realize more than once, and in the same way I know the tight jumper you wear, is a kind of shield that pretends to protect you from me. Don't waste your energy, dear. It is an obsolete cloth beneath the grazing touch of my fingers, as I trace a line from your chest, to your waist. I hear your held breath, and I hold my own, in consonance.

For an instant, I think anything you wear seems to shine, in the way good taste and refinement does, drawing my gaze, inevitably, to your figure in the distance, and sparking the thought of how I'll undress you later, amidst the darkness like now.

I let out my breath in something very similar to a sigh, feeling your hands on my naked arms, in a short caress that spells a word much like innocence. You seem to want to hold me back, maybe hamper my advance, and its in that moment when I meet your eyes, two radiant and warm suns, impossible to hide. I slip two fingers in, through the edge of your pants, finding the touch of your shirt.

Too many clothes. I think, as I bite my lower lip out of desire, unconsciously.

"Kagome." You utter my name. "You are terrible."

Your words linger in my mind, wandering through the slivers of fogy clarity I manage to keep as I receive your kind kiss, your hands still on my arms, firm yet gentle. A sigh escapes me amidst the caresses of your lips, fully aware of how I yield my will to yours. Body against body, you push us towards something, anything that may hold us; a piece of furniture, a wall, a bed… I'd prefer a bed.

What we get, is a cabinet.

It isn't easy for me to admit just how much the pleasure I want to grant you, leads my own desires. Beyond any reality we may live in, I need to form a bond that may anchor us; a bond from a deep place, between thought and the feeling we call soul.

InuYasha I mutter your name over your lips, as I get rid of your belt to be able to touch, finally, your skin.

You hiss, moan, resting your head against my shoulder as I massage with gentle confidence, the firm flesh of your sex.

"What are you doing to me?" You ask, your voice deep and lost amidst your senses and yearning.

"Nothing you don't want." I answer.

I seek your mouth then, first kissing your cheek, your jaw, until you yield your lips to me, and I caress them with mine in a gentle, almost chaste kiss, a stark contrast with the feverish touch of my hand beneath your pants.

You sigh, you give in… and the jacket ends up on the floor.

Maybe, I'll never be able to find the words to describe how much I like to take your clothes off, un-dress you, and attire you in a honest nudity.

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A/N

Kisses

Anyara

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