Kagome stirs. Her body is pressed into the crevice of Satoru. The covers slide down as she raises herself into a sitting position. The glistening of gold catches her eye under the sliver of sunlight that peeks through. The heady musk of Satoru on her skin is dizzy. The soft snores rise and fall along with the cover.

She would remember wearing a ring or purchasing one for that matter.

"Satoru," she whispers, tilting her body towards him. When he doesn't stir, she pushes against his shoulder.

"Too early," he groans, turning over on his side and pulling the cover with him.

"Did you buy me a ring?" She pulls on the cover; her hands go white from gripping it so tightly. "Satoru."

"M'yeah. Nanami is coming by later," he says, with sleep coating his words.

"I don't know who that is." She lets the cover go; the morning chill settles into her legs. The weight of the ring is heavy on her finger. "A friend?"

"Fellow sorcerer. One that I trust." He yawns and sits up. "I've got another trip and I won't be able to take you with me this time." Satoru throws the cover over her and moves closer.

"How long?" She settles against him, stares at the intricate patterns on the ring. She wonders if the blue diamonds were a deliberate choice.

"A week at most. Depends on how annoying the curse is."

"And...?"

"It's not a proposal. You'd be the first to know."

"So, it's just a gift? No ulterior motives?" The sunlight catches his eyes, and she realizes that yes, the blue diamonds were deliberate.

"You think the worst of me."

"I think that you are territorial."

"Ah, then I should stake my claim then." Deft fingers rub circles into her thighs. His hand moves up. "Why are you wearing shorts?" He pouts.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"You can make it up to me."

Sleep still clings to him. The gruffness in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She squeaks at the suddenness in which he has her on her back. Her skin flushes, she's sure her whole face is red. "Where are your clothes?"

"On the floor," he says, cheerily. There's a hamper in the room and yet he misses it every day. "Gone-chan," he gasps, pushing two fingers against her, "you're all wet. We should get you out of these."

She inhales. Smoke and the scent of pine trees stir a hunger in her. She pulls his face down to hers, kisses him slowly. The need to commit every shaky breath to her memory overtakes her. "Did you run into that volcano curse again?"

Satoru hums as he leans back, sliding her shorts and underwear off with ease. "No, but it did have an affinity for fire." He resumes humming as he wraps her legs around him and bends over to take her mouth once more.

"Go ahead," she answers his wordless question. The ripping of her tank top cuts through the room. Her moan is sharp enough to cut glass. It's too much how he stretches her past her limits. Satoru throws the tattered remains of her shirt onto the floor.

The bed creaks underneath them to a rhythmic beat. He rocks into her slowly. Kagome arches, tries to meet his thrust, but he splays a large hand over her stomach. She runs her own down the planes of his torso, down his neck and arms. Whenever she can reach, her hands roam, memorizing every detail.

How easy it is to forget with his carefree attitude that, under all the layers of his everyday expectations, hides taunt lines of a sinewy, perfectly carved predator. She bucks her hips once more. Grabbing a hold of his white locks, she pulls him closer and nips his bottom lip.

"Careful," he warns, his eyes glint with danger.

"I'm not fragile. Stop acting as if you're going to break me."

He pulls out. Her first reaction is a noise of indignation. The second is a muffled cry as her face hits the pillows. And the third is a series of chants as his name flows from her tongue with reckless abandon. He sets a bruising pace, caging her in. Satoru's arm wraps around her. Her chin rests in the crease of his elbow, her eyes water from the pressure on her throat.

"You cryin, Gome-Chan?" he mocks. The warm breath on her cheek just makes her more fevered.

"Too—"

"Such a good girl, taking me so well," he coos. Her body seizes. The orgasm hits her so hard that the overflow forces him out. "Fuck." Satoru laughs.

Her body twitches. She thinks that she'd fall over if not for the hold he has on her. Her breaths come out ragged. Kagome closes her eyes, enjoying the vibrations that come along with his laughter.

"Gome-Chan?"

"Hm?" She thinks that she could fall back asleep. Her limbs feel so light, as though she is suspended in the air. Her pulse skips a beat, trying to match the beat of his.

"We're not done," he whispers, lowering his arm down and pinching her nipples until she hisses. He surges forward and she spasms, her body not yet over the aftershocks of the last orgasm.

"Satoru!" She tries to get the words, 'wait or please' out. All she can manage is a strangled cry. She's so far gone. She barely registers when he flips her back over onto her back. His hair sticks to his forehead, and there's a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Her nose twitches as more of his natural scent infiltrates her senses. Her eyes struggle to stay open, her legs tremble, and she's so overstimulated that she barely registers the intermingling fluids leaking out of her.

"Sorry," he says, brushing his lips against hers.

"You aren't sorry at all."

"Huh? They aren't fading," he remarks, staring at his arms.

"Scratches don't fade that fast."

"I've got my reversed curse technique running on autopilot." His face breaks out into a huge smile. He moves back, grabs a hold of her thighs, and pushes both her legs back. Her ass sits perched on his chest, his mouth suctions to her lips.

"A-again?"

He pauses for a moment, peers down at her, and spells 'again' with his tongue.

She'll need the week he's gone just to recover.

A/N: Sooo, I couldn't get this scene out of my head all week. I hope you guys enjoy this little 'bonus' chapter. Now I can focus on the Mahito chapter for Saturday.