"There's a moment between a glance, and a kiss, where the world stops for the briefest of times." - A series of unrelated one-shots to celebrate my 100th fic on Ao3, based off a pairing, occupation, and a colour (with a kiss).
"You've still never told me why you got into it," Inuyasha said, leaning against the counter, mug in his hand.
"Got into what?" Kikyou called from the bedroom, still trying to decide what to wear.
"Modelling."
She chuckled to herself, pushing another dress out of the way. "Actually, my sister got me into it. Said it was an 'empowering' thing."
He walked back into the bedroom, holding out a mug for her as well. "She just showed up one day and convinced you to pose naked for a bunch of strangers?"
She kissed his cheek in thanks, taking a quick sip before setting it on the dresser. "Not quite. She got into modelling first, but it was photography. She claimed nothing made her feel more powerful than putting on lingerie and having her picture taken." Their parents hadn't approved, of course, but Kikyou had seen the appeal after watching her sister in action at an exclusive shoot.
Her husband shook his head. "I still don't get it."
"That's because your best friend is the biggest perv of all and sexualizes everything." She pulled a purple sundress out, holding it up for him. The gold in his eyes darkened as they flickered toward their bedsheets, the dress almost the same shade, and she smirked when she caught him staring, smothering a curse into his coffee, ears turning pink.
"What were we talkin' about?" he asked.
"Miroku being a perv."
Inuyasha snorted. "Until the day he dies."
Kikyou shrugged, sliding the dress over her head. "You still thanked him at the wedding, though."
"Keh, I didn't have a choice. Him being a perv is the reason we met."
She picked up her coffee, the pair sharing a silent toast before she headed back into the kitchen. "Even though you ended up with a concussion?"
"Oi! I landed on my ass, ya wench."
"You still fell off your chair."
"Yeah, well—" He trailed off, the blush returning, and Kikyou stepped closer, kissing his other cheek. "Don't worry. I thought you were hot then too."
"And now?" She paused long enough that he growled, yanking her off her feet. "Guess we'll have to do an inspection." He carried her back to the bed, laughter trailing after them as he stripped them both down, content to spend the rest of the day inspecting every inch of her.
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