ERO

Waist

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I watch you from the doorframe leading to the room we've used tonight; you've come out to the hallway, dressed in that dark yukata I gave you last Autumn. The light of the late morning gently reflects off your hair, off your silvery strands, and I note a certain calm in your hand's movements, as you tie your hair into a high ponytail. In that moment, my gaze falls on how the dark cloth wraps around your waist, the perfect way it transitions to your wide back, and the very sight charms me. I hold back a sigh in an attempt not to alert your senses, despite guessing you already know I'm looking at you.

I walk up to you, slowly, not expecting much, then slide my hands around the sides of your waist, tracing with my fingers the belt adjusting the yukata, until I reach the knot and the laces, noticing your task at hand has ceased. Your golden gaze finds me, over your shoulder, and I feel like a child who has been caught taking one too many sweets.

"What are you doing?" You ask, a smile playing on your features, your hair now hanging loose again.

"I have yet to decide." I answer with absolute honesty. I don't know if to tighten it or untie it.

"Shall I help?" The intent you've breathed in those words gets beneath my skin, through my muscles and into the bone. The heat gathers within me, and strives in the places where desire blazes.

I just nod.

Extending a hand behind, our position unchanging, you rest your palm on my thigh, and soon I notice how the cloth of the yukata I'm wearing, folds due to your ascending caress. I too note how your claws graze me, once you've managed to reach my skin, and my heart begins to pound once I feel your thumb against my hips.

"Kagome… No fundoshi?" You inquire, as your smile, the one you've kept since I embraced you, widens in its intensity.

Now it's my turn to make my way under your yukata, realizing that indeed we both have skipped putting on such a cloth, and when I make contact with your sex, it shakes, filling your smile with a darker intent, a different intensity full of the purpose only confidence gives. Your energy changes, something I perceive through the tingling on my skin.

My hand caresses the length of your erection as it becomes stronger under it. It swells against my hand, your voice a hiss of pleasure.

"InuYasha… let's go? Inside? I urge in a whisper, yearning to feel you in that marvelous way I do when the mornings grant us these moments of intimacy.

You sigh a smile that carries even more intent than the previous ones, my senses noticing your fingers grazing their way between my legs, touching, caressing… getting wet. I pant, hidden behind your back, tightening my hold on your sex. You moan, turn around, then lift me up to that same waist that started everything.

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A/N

Inspired by the string of pictures drawn by Len Barboza. Thank you, Len, for bringing inspiration into my life.

Kisses!

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart