With Sesshoumaru, Kagome observed, it was all about the subtleties.

Spying upon him through a gap in the hanging sheets, she had scarcely seen his expression change over the past half hour or so. Once, she thought she’d glimpsed the shadow of a smile—but that had turned out to be nothing more than a play of the light through the leaves overhead.

“You’re still at it?” Inuyasha’s gruff voice asked from behind her.

Kagome jumped a bit in surprise, her fingers strangling around the mostly-dry shirt she’d been unconsciously wringing in her hands. Turning back toward her approaching husband, she motioned for him to keep it down.

“I’m gathering information,” she whispered, tipping her head toward the demon lord in the distance.

Glancing briefly through the slats in the clothes line, Inuyasha crossed his arms with a snort, clearly unimpressed. “Seems like a waste of time to me. He’s just staring up at the clouds, like he always does.”

Kagome pursed her lips in contemplation. “What do you suppose he’s thinking about, when he does that?”

“Who knows?” Inuyasha said with a shrug. “Probably nothing.”

Kagome’s expression flattened. “You don’t give him very much credit, do you?”

“I call it like I see it,” her husband replied, smirking. “You’re reading too much into things, as usual. Hate to break it to you, Kagome, but he’s pretty damn boring. Most demons are.”

“Geez, someone’s biased,” Kagome said, her lips twisting as she twined a lock of his pretty silver hair around her finger. “Well, I happen to like demons. I find them interesting. Your mother must have, too—although I don’t doubt that your father was one heck of a guy.”

Inuyasha looked askance, the high bones of his cheeks coloring slightly. “Feh, I guess.”

Skimming her fingertips along the line of his jaw, Kagome smiled. “Anyway, I’m very lucky. With you, I get the best of both worlds.”

Inuyasha’s blush deepened as he met her gaze, his eyes a rich burnished gold. Standing on tiptoe, Kagome slid her hand back into his hair as his arms went around her, pulling her into him for a kiss which quickly deepened. Fangs nicked her damp swollen lips, his rough tongue chasing and mating with her own. Sighing into him, Kagome could already feel herself going weak in the knees with longing. Inuyasha must have felt it too, because his grip on her waist tightened, his lips breaking from hers briefly as he started to lead her back toward the entrance of their home.

“Wait,” Kagome said huskily, her fingers curling into his haori as she tugged him over to the wall instead. “Let’s stay out here.”

“Yeah?” Inuyasha rasped, his hard body pressing hers up against the wooden planks. “You sure?”

With the laundry hanging opposite them, they were mostly shielded from view—except for the narrow openings at either end, where the slim wooden poles stood a little away from the house. Given that it was past midday, most people were either out in the fields or at home preparing supper. The odds of anyone walking past and catching them in the act were slim.

Slim, but not impossible.

Kagome’s pulse kicked up at the inherent risk of it. Breathlessly, she nodded in reply, that faint incline of her head all the assurance Inuyasha needed to allay his reservations. Clawed hands fastened to her hips as he kissed her hungrily again, letting her feel just how excited he was at the prospect. Having sex out in the open appealed very much to his demonic nature.

She barely had time to free the ties of his hakama before he was thrusting into her, dampening and bruising the soft clothed junction of her thighs. The frenzy of his need made her lightheaded, his naked cock so hot and heavy and unyielding in her fluttering hands. Growling in impatience, Inuyasha yanked her yukata apart beneath the sash, baring her legs before wrenching her panties aside and plunging straight into her wet open core. At the force of his entry, Kagome’s head fell back against the planks, a low throaty moan leaving her lips.

Grasping her under the thighs, he hefted her up higher against the wall so that the full, generous length of him could freely penetrate her. Whimpering, Kagome clutched desperately at his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Her legs wrapped around him, her hips slanting to set the angle she craved, to increase the contact and friction between their conjoined flesh just that much more. Rumbling deep in his chest, Inuyasha drove into her like an animal, like a man possessed, and she loved it. Wetness trickled freely down the cleft in her cheeks, slickened the course so that he seemed to be flying in and out of her, making her straining walls go mad with the effort to seize him.

It was then, misty-eyed and panting, that she happened to glance through a widened gap in the breeze-ruffled sheets.

Maybe Sesshoumaru wasn’t quite as enigmatic as Kagome had first assumed. Maybe he was even a bit on the boring side, as Inuyasha had claimed. Or, maybe, he was somewhere in-between, perhaps simply waiting for something to pique his interest in the humdrum of immortality.

All Kagome could really be certain of as their eyes met across the distance was that he was no longer staring up at the clouds.

The knowledge had her channel clamping down tight, the wanton thrill of that brief shared look sweeping her abruptly and completely over the edge. Through their bond, Inuyasha experienced her sudden flood of pleasure, his muscles drawing taut as he gasped a snarling curse against her throat. Inundated by her bliss and her walls’ constriction, he was unraveling fast. Guiding his face up to hers, Kagome crushed her mouth to his as she rode out her climax and ushered Inuyasha toward his own. She kissed him hard as he came, never once glancing back toward Sesshoumaru, though the temptation to do so was near-overwhelming.

Smiling against her husband’s panting mouth, she gave his spent cock another loving squeeze. Inuyasha groaned as he pulsed again within her. Still pinned to the wall, Kagome told him how good he felt, how good he fucked her—knowing how her murmured words would carry on the wind.

“No one could pound me better,” she quietly boasted, nipping his lower lip.

Flashing her a cocky grin, Inuyasha ground into her again. “Damn straight.”

Darkly, subtly, the wind around them seemed to rise, as though bolstered by some unnatural current. Kagome’s heart raced. Her smile widened—

She could be subtle, too.

Slipping down from her husband’s half-hard cock, Kagome took him by the hand and led him inside the hut, not bothering to right her clothes—or to fully close the curtain behind them.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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