It has been ages since I last updated this story, but I just remembered its existence and shall work hard to finish it. Here we go!

Inuyasha felt different. Somehow whole. Every second. Every minute from his past. Every broken and shattered dream lead him to this one moment of joy.

Home.

They were home. A wave of anticipation greeted Inuyasha upon entry. Kagome's hand was clasped with his, as she guided him into the room.

While returning to the village, now clothed, he had to hide his gaze from pedestrians, flustered as he was. Did they know what was about to happen? Could they infer what was to come as they gazed onto his crimson hued face?

Kagome walked with purpose, her body in front of his.

When they entered her room- no, their room- she turned, gracing him with that pleasure induced look she gave him weeks ago. Except this time he enjoyed it. She was desperate for him, he could feel it in the very air he breathed, and he knew it because he felt exactly the same.

She was so beautiful to him. He could hardly fathom ever thinking otherwise. A surging wave of desire rocked through him and his breath felt shallow.

Kagome cocked her head, inquisitively. "Are you okay, Inuyasha?"

He could do naught but nod, all words lodged in his throat.

In truth, he did not know whether he truly was okay. He was about to lose himself within the warmth of Kagome's body, and god knew he could hardly contain himself. Even now, the voice of his past whispered to him.

Hold her.

Caress her neck.

Lick a passage down to her core.

His shaft pulsated uncomfortably now and he knew what had to be done, but simply could not initiate it.

Thankfully, Kagome, experienced as she was, understood.

"Come," she beckoned with a slender finger, as she knelt by the fire pit, atop their cot.

He followed, as if hypnotized.

She lay on her side and he did the same. Her brown eyes remained fastened on his, never once turning away from him. She rested one hand on her head, while the other sought his. She then guided him along the curvature of her body, allowing him to memorize the contours of her flesh.

He swallowed thickly. "What should I do?"

"Simply touch me."

That was easy. He could do this. Though fully clothed, he moved his hands freely throughout her body, from her knees, up to her neck, where the voice told him to touch. He caressed her nape and her breathing labored. He encircled her ears, moved his fingers toward her lips, and she opened them, allowing him to feel the heat of her breath. Then she kissed his fingers, as she whispered his name.

He peered into her eyes, the dark depths lost in none but his, then said, "Can I take off your clothes?"

Kagome nodded, and he made his way down her shirt, and lifted it high above her head, revealing skin smoother than silk. She pulled the rest of her garment off of her, and let him scrutinize her flesh, languishing in his touch. He continued his caress along the ridge of her spine, then traced it toward her breasts. Their nipples were pointed, aching for his touch.

Lick them, the voice told him.

Inuyasha paused. Had he heard correctly?

Do it.

He did not hesitate. He lowered his head toward her mounds, then took one into his mouth. Kagome instinctively wrapped her arm around his head and gave him leave to have his way with them. Her breath came out harsh, and a new aroma permeated the room. Inuyasha recognized the scent immediately and reveled in the knowledge that he alone could make his woman become drenched so quickly.

The voice spoke again, this time desperate. Move down. Down. He lowered his gaze, toward her thighs, but the voice urged him to look higher toward her core. There, it sighed.

When he began to descend, Kagome gasped, knowing what he intended to do. She clasped his shoulders and said, "You don't have to."

But Inuyasha shook his head and raspily replied, "I do."

His lips now made a trail across her stomach, down to her groin, until he met the brown curls. Her scent was strongest there, and something animalistic took a hold of him, almost primitive. With a growl, he went into the shadows and lipped and lathered. Kagome cried out. He widened her thighs, giving him more access toward her entrance. The voice was quiet now, as if in approval. He took in the taste of his woman, his heart, and though he could not remember having done this before, he was sure that he did, because he enjoyed it far too deeply.

Kagome was so lost in her passion she could do nought but say his name, over and over as he drew her closer and closer to the edge. But she didn't want it to end so soon, not yet.

Shock and awe gripped her, even while pleasure consumed her, because she did not think Inuyasha would know what to do with her. He hadn't the first time they made love. Yet here, in this moment, he treated her body with knowing adoration, as if he remembered.

Tears pricked her eyelids as hope reared itself.

She shook her head and focused on the present. Inuyasha stopped suddenly and looked up, his lips filled with her essence. It was positively erotic and she quelled a groan.

"Are you okay?" he echoed.

She bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. She was more than okay. She hadn't felt this good in more than a month, being so close to the man she loved both body and soul.

She turned to her back and tugged him up from where he was. He didn't want to stop tasting her, but she needed something more from him and he would be damned before depriving her of anything.

"Take off your clothes," she said. An order it may have seemed, but her tone was soft and gentle. He did not hesitate, taking off all he had on, throwing it out the window. She arched a brow and he smiled cheekily.

"What?" he said with a wink. "No need to wait, right?"

"My sentiments exactly." She then reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him down. He flailed for a moment, landing on top of her breasts. Then she began to caress him where he needed her most and Inuyasha nearly came.

He chuckled nervously. "Er. I think you should stop right there."

"No." She then grabbed onto his member and began to work it, up and down. Lost in the pleasure she invoked, he covered himself within the nape of her neck and nipped on her shoulder. It didn't seem to startle her for she continued her ministrations until he was exactly as she desired. She then motioned for him to enter her. With a gulp, he did and felt the slick wetness engulf his shaft. He wanted so much to lose control then, but the voice returned.

Easy now.

Slow until she's ready.

She felt so good, unlike anything he'd ever experienced, but he forced himself to lie still for a minute as he felt her passage stretching to accommodate him. He listened and moved slowly, albeit tortuously within her. Noises he'd never uttered sprang forth from his lips, but he felt no shame for Kagome was the same, groaning and arching into him; lost just as much as he.

"I don't think I can hold it much longer," he rasped.

She then wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him, meeting his rhythm. He was undone. Their movement grew faster, harder, and she was swept along with him in a flurry of passion and fire. She scratched her fingers into his back and he growled. The sound pleased her, so she scratched, although lightly, and he growled again, animal that he was.

"I want you," she gasped, as she spiraled into ecstasy. "I want all of you."

"I'm yours. All yours."

She exploded in that moment, crying out his name, holding onto him for dear life, as he continued to pump into her, in and out, in and out, until finally, he roared within her, spreading his seed, lost in the feel of her clenching him whole.

Together, they collapsed, sweat on their skin, heat radiating. Breath, and life, in tandem.

Once Inuyasha's breathing returned to normal, he was able to lift himself off of Kagome's body. But she had other plans, and held him close, making sure he not have any chance to escape. He laughed, though he wondered how considering what little strength he had. She took everything from him. It was in her now.

He froze as realization dawned on him. She could become pregnant with this. Was she ready? Damn it. It was too soon.

She felt his shift in demeanor. "Inuyasha?"

"I'm sorry," he rasped. "It's too soon."

She frowned and he hated it. "You just got over…" He raked his fingers through his hair and muttered a curse. "I should've waited. I shouldn't have-"

"Inuyasha, do you really think I went into this without knowing what may come from it?"

"I-" he paused, considering her words. "I guess not."

"I seduced you, did I not?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Didn't really need to seduce me. I was already willing."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

He scoffed. "Lady, since I met you, I've wanted to have a piece of you."

Though flattered, she rolled her eyes. "Don't call me lady. You make me feel so old."

He grinned. "You don't look a day over thirty."

She pushed him off of her and groused. "Shut up."

He chuckled, and felt as though he could fly. Who knew being with a womann could feel so wonderful? No, that was wrong. Who knew being with Kagome was everything he could ever hope for in life. She provided companionship as well as a family. He was woefully indebted to her and had no idea how he'd make it up to her. Or how he would even make her happy. She hadn't even smiled since they talked.

Kagome worried over the thoughts permeating Inuyasha's head. He frowned so much, you'd think he was dissatisfied. But he clearly wasn't. She knew he enjoyed their love making. And oh, she definitely enjoyed it herself. Nothing was better than becoming one with her husband. Without him, she was only half a woman.

"What plagues that big head of yours?" she inquired.

He sucked his teeth, then smiled. "I like that we can make fun of each other even after all this."

"Wouldn't be right if it were any other way."

He looked at her for a pause, taking in all that he could. "I wish I could photograph this moment and keep it forever."

To his horror, Kagome burst into tears and he jumped up. Unfortunately, he rose too quickly, and faltered, feeling dizzy.

"Woah. What the hell?"

"It's okay." Kagome wiped her eyes. "Your bloods returning to the rest of your body. Give it time." She sniffed. "Come back to me."

Well, who could say no to that? He cautiously bent down and lay next to her. She did the oddest thing though, and spooned him, while covering her head with his hair. He enjoyed the slickness from her core, but he wondered if the position was normal.

"Uh. Kagome?"

"Yes?" was her muffled reply.

"What are you doing?"

"Holding you."

"How about I hold you?"

Pause. Then, "I'd like that."

He shook his head, biting back a grin, then rolled over. His shaft hardened again at the feel of her butt and he wondered if he could have a go at this again. Kagome somehow read his mind, reached for his pulsing rod and said, "Round two?"

He did not complain.

Inuyasha had no energy left in him. He was dead. Or dying. He couldn't rightly tell. Yet Kagome had the strength of a Phoenix and stood over him, arms akimbo.

"You look exhausted."

He felt exhausted. He put in a lot of work that second go round. Even more for the third. Did she think he was some kind of monkey?

"Shut it, woman. I did all the work."

She stuck her tongue out and he wished he had the energy to nip it.

He lay on the floor, arms spread out. He and Kagome remained naked, and he wished he could spend every moment of his life with this view. It was perfect. He could see every delectable inch of her and thought to taste it- when next he had energy.

Food would give him that primary fuel and so he made a move to rise. But his head swam and he fell back with a groan.

"Gotta cook," he muttered. "I hunger."

He then heard a sound he once thought he'd never hear again and his heart stopped. At Kagome's raspy chuckle, he stared at her sharply, his gaze unwavering. Kagome didn't seem to notice and moved away from him.

"I'll cook," she told him while sifting through clothes within their drawer. "It's been a while."

Inuyasha felt a rush of energy surge from within, like lightning to a rod, and he sat up. It wasn't only this though that filled him, but a sense of adoration and joy which could not be quenched. While Kagome looked for something to wear, he stood and came behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she turned to him.

A smile greeted him and he had to stop himself from weeping at the sight. God, when had he become such a ball of emotion? Was he weaker because of it?

Who cared.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, but nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect. No. She was perfect. She was his light. She was his reason for everything. She was his heart and his life. She was... She was...

Damn it. Just tell her!

"I love you," he blurted, unable to contain himself no longer.

Kagome blinked. Once. Twice.

Stunned, she said, "You... You love me?"

He found that he could no longer say it. Odd thing, that. So he nodded.

"When did you..."

"Now?"

"You don't know?" She laughed again.

There was that sound. That sweet music that made his chest ache with something so timeless and all consuming it muted him. So he nodded again.

"I'm happy."

Good God, she was going to make him weep again. What the hell! He could feel the water rising and worked hard to shrug it off. He cleared his throat in his hand. "Yes. Well. I'll start cooking. You don't have to-"

Kagome gave him a small smile and he shut his big fat gob. "How about I cook? You prepare wonderful meals, and I'm thankful for all you've done, but how about I reciprocate? Did you miss it? My food, that is."

He nodded so fast his neck snapped. With a grimace and a wince he rubbed the nape of it, then smiled lopsidedly, embarrassed by his enthusiasm. But why should he be? He loved her cooking. He loved her. God, but he loved her. And he would make it his life's mission to have her know every second of every day that his love for her would never fade away. Perhaps it never had. Maybe it simply needed to creep up from somewhere deep within his heart. He would make sure to never let it slip away again.

"You can cook," he told her. "Need my help?"

She winked and he nearly swooned. "I got this."

Holy shit, he was losing it. Already, he wanted to have another taste of her. Forget the food. Forget dinner. Breakfast. Lunch. To hell with them all. He just wanted Kagome.

She arched a brow, somehow attuned to his needs. Honestly though, the risen cock was enough of a sign for her.

"Would you like some more?"

Nod.

"After lunch or now?"

He scowled. "Woman, don't tease me."

She grinned and his heart soared. "Okay. We do this one more time. But first let me show you something you might enjoy."

He gave her a wary look. "We're not gonna play any card games right?"

She barked out a laugh. May have even snorted. He couldn't help himself, he smiled right back at her, flashed his teeth for the world to see. Her cheeks tinted and something about her glowed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her deep in his embrace. She lay against the crook of his neck, may have even sniffed it.

"What you up to, woman?"

"Sniffing my husband."

He loved hearing her say that.

"What for?"

"Checking to see if he smells good."

"How does he- I mean I smell?"

"Tasty."

He gulped. Then he simply stopped breathing because she began to lower herself onto his lap, where she stopped right at the ridge of his crotch. It pulsated hard, as if screaming for her touch. Muscles strained once more, beckoning for something, anything; a reprieve from the torment that came from her seduction.

She walked two fingers along his thigh then stopped, looking up at him with impish eyes. "Are you interested?"

"You're killing me, Kagome," he growled. "Get on with it."

She tsked. "I'm not a fan of that attitude. Maybe we should wait..." She began to move away, but he latched onto her frame and stopped her with a growl.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Move."

She tilted her head. "Where did you think I was going?"

"I don't know. Just don't move. I mean, you can move but show me what you plan to do."

"I told you already. I want to taste you."

"But how..."

She cut him off, surprising him with a masterful play of her lips and he knew, from that moment forward, Kagome was not just an angel he loved, but a sexy demoness he would forever crave.