Then again, maybe the ‘subtle’ approach wasn’t the right tactic, after all.

In the days following her and Inuyasha’s thinly-veiled backyard rutting, Kagome had yet to see any outward changes in Sesshoumaru’s impassive behavior toward her. Maybe it wasn’t his first foray into voyeurism. Maybe his response to her bragging about Inuyasha’s prowess had just been a flicker of antagonism instead of a full-on riling-up. Or maybe she’d just imagined that reaction of his altogether?

Biting her lip, Kagome snuck another glance at him. A light breeze ruffled his silver hair and fur, rippled the ivory silk of his hakama and haori. Standing alone on a hilltop outside the village, he might otherwise have been carved from stone, as frigid and unmoving as he was. Head tilted slightly back, he was staring up at the clouds, as usual.

Kagome scowled in frustration. Didn’t anything on earth interest him?

“Sesshoumaru-sama certainly has been around Edo a lot lately, hasn’t he?”

“Ah!” Kagome exclaimed, the basket of herbs she’d been gathering toppling over with a start. “Sango-chan! I didn’t see you there.”

Shifting her own basket of freshly-laundered clothes in her arms, the taijiya smiled, the latest addition to her and Miroku’s ever-expanding family dozing in the carrier at her back. “Hi, Kagome-chan—sorry for startling you.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Kagome said with a flush, scooping up the spilled leafy sprigs by the handful. A slight crease formed between her brows as she slanted another look at the inscrutable demon lord. “…I guess he has.”

“It must be because Rin-chan is coming of age.” Sango’s smile turned bittersweet. “Soon, she will marry and have a little girl of her own. If I were him, I would treasure these days with her, too.”

Kagome’s blush deepened. For a second there, she had been thinking along a decidedly different line of reasoning. But now she felt totally ridiculous—of course Sango was right. Rin was Sesshoumaru’s precious ward; Kagome wasn’t even on the radar.

Nodding, the frazzled miko mustered an answering grin. “I’m sure you’re right.”

After politely declining Sango’s offer to assist her with the herb-gathering, Kagome continued on at a sullen, dismal pace, bruising most of the poor unsuspecting plants in the process. By the time her basket was full, the sky was dark with stormclouds—as if this day couldn’t get any more depressing. She was just setting out through the muggy gloom when a streak of lightning split the air before her, and the rain came pouring down.

“Aw, give me a break here!” Kagome cried as she sprinted through the woods, getting drenched in a matter of minutes despite the generous tree cover.

Bursting past the forest’s edge, she splashed through the sodden fields. As she stumbled half-blind over one slick grassy slope after another, she didn’t even see what it was that finally tripped her. All she saw was her life flashing before her eyes as she slipped downward with a shout—before clawed hands caught her by the arms and steadied her.

Heart in her throat, Kagome stared up at the stony face of the Lord of the Western Lands. “T-thank you.”

With the barest incline of his head, Sesshoumaru released her. But even through the chill and the damp, she could still feel the heat of his body against hers. Shifting a little in uncertainty, Kagome saw how his hair darkly gleamed, plastered in ribbons and slashes against his brow, chest, and shoulders. His clothes and fur were similarly soaked through. She wondered what he had been doing, hanging around out here in the rain as he clearly had? Her mouth even opened to ask him, when she noticed the heavy slide of his eyes over her.

Following the downward course of his gaze, Kagome gasped in shock at the state of her attire. With the summer days being as hot and sticky as they’d been, she had foregone her second layer of haori—and even her bra—not thinking how a sudden downpour would render her thin white kimono shirt totally see-through. Her nipples peeked rosy and hard through the transparent fabric, the pink flush of her breasts visible through it as well, in the patches were the shirt clung to her skin. The reflexive tightening of her grip on the herb basket hadn’t done anything to help matters, either—as the stricture of her arms and the boosting of the basket had added a good deal more cleavage to the generous amount that was already spilling through the skewed collar of her haori.

When she finally tore her mortified gaze from the sight, Sesshoumaru was looking away. Pointedly away. There was the faintest tension in the line of his jaw, a harder glint than usual in his metallic eyes. Somehow, Kagome’s nipples managed to tighten further, a reckless abandon burning within her at his undeniable reaction to her.

“You can look if you want,” she blurted. When his gaze snapped to hers, she nearly turned and ran literally for the hills, but beneath her sane and healthy fear of him, there was a sense of certifiable excitement that had her stepping toward him instead, until the fine ends of his fur tickled the bare skin of her wrist. “You can do more than look,” she murmured, her lashes lowering as she studied his sharp, handsome features. “It’s your right, after all…isn’t it, Oniisan?”

His aura flared. The sear of it was so intense that Kagome couldn’t have spoken again if she’d tried. As the tense seconds ticked by without so much as a hint of expression from him, she struggled even to breathe. He was going to kill her, a small panicked voice within her whispered.

He was really going to kill her.

As she started to step back from him, a sudden boom of thunder broke the brooding silence. Jumping a few inches in sheer fright, Kagome dropped the basket with a yelp and bolted for home.

It took a good thirty minutes for her pulse to even begin to return to normal. Shivering against the doorframe in her damp clothes, Kagome had finally managed to pick herself up off the floor when Inuyasha strode through the curtain. After drying himself off in the threshold with a very canine shake, he frowned heavily at his bedraggled wife.

“Great. What’s happened now?”

Kagome’s lip trembled. “It’s no good, Inuyasha. I went at it with everything I had. I’m so s-sorry.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he approached her.

“I laid it all out there this time!” Crumpling to the floor again, Kagome huddled her knees to her chest as she wailed. “I came on to Sesshoumaru, and then he went homicidal, and now you’ll have to fight him and—and—”

“Calm the FUCK down,” Inuyasha yelled, a vein throbbing in his temple. As Kagome shrank back with a whimper, he exhaled tersely and began to pace. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

So Kagome told him. For a while, Inuyasha was silent, his ears lowered.

“Yeah, it sounds like you really pissed him off alright,” the hanyou remarked, Kagome deflating miserably. “You don’t just go rubbing up against a guy’s fur like that, Kagome. You just don’t.”

“I didn’t know. I…” Defeated, she looked up at him. “He really does want to kill me, doesn’t he?”

“Nah,” Inuyasha said with a snort, Kagome perking slightly before his next words had her slumping dejectedly again. “If he really wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”

“…That’s not very reassuring, you know.”

“Anyway, it’s clear he’s not interested in you,” her husband continued brusquely on. “So let’s just drop it.”

Kagome frowned. “Why wouldn’t he be interested in me?”

“Gee, someone’s full of themselves,” Inuyasha muttered, his ears falling flat.

“I mean,” Kagome corrected, more softly, “what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you!” Dropping into a crouch, Inuyasha unfolded her from her upright fetal position and pulled her to his chest. “He’s just a bigot, okay?”

Curling her fingers into the slightly scratchy fabric of his shirt, Kagome nodded, frowning still. Inuyasha sighed into her hair. Drawing back from her, he glanced toward a gap in the door curtain.

“Looks like the rain’s stopped,” he said. “Why don’t we go for a walk? That’ll make you feel better.”

Kagome smiled a little at this. Inuyasha was so doggedly practical about everything. Pressing a kiss to his brow, she stood with him and left the hut.

Outside, the summer sun was back with a vengeance. In no time at all, Kagome’s hair and clothes dried the rest of the way, and feeling a good deal lighter than she had before, she gave Inuyasha’s clawed hand in hers a squeeze and tugged him toward the shade of his namesake forest.

“Let’s watch the sunset from here,” she said, flashing him a radiant smile.

Grinning back with a glint of fang, Inuyasha gathered her up and sprang lightly into the trees. Finding the tallest one, he settled her down onto the branch beside him. Arm-in-arm, they watched the Jewel-pink sun slip beneath the horizon at last.

“I love you,” Kagome said, turning his face toward hers with the slightest touch to his cheek.

Tightening his hold around her, Inuyasha kissed her lovingly in return.

As they glided to the ground, the kiss continued, Kagome sighing into him as he pressed her back against the trunk of the tree. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she broke from his mouth to trail her lips along his throat.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make your fantasy come true, Inuyasha,” she breathed against his thrumming pulse.

“Didn’t I tell ya already?” he rumbled, tipping up her chin with a claw. His eyes glowed like molten amber in the twilight. “You are my fantasy.”

Kagome smiled, catching his lips with hers again. Her breasts surged into him as he surged back into the cradle of her hips, his claws molding around one needy swell. Their clothes came off so quickly afterwards that Kagome couldn’t even recall who removed what—only that in what seemed like a matter of seconds, they were tangled together in the short, cool grass, burning flesh upon burning flesh.

With a growl that made her toes curl, Inuyasha flipped her over on top of him. Callused fingers guided her down by the waist, Kagome’s breath catching as she impaled herself on his waiting cock. Hot and impossibly hard, he gored straight into her slick heat, her back bowing and fingers splaying as her choked sex struggled to swallow him up and in. Moaning loud into the dusk, Kagome curled her nails against his muscular chest and began to ride him, each buck and swirl of her hips eliciting a tantalizing flare of his youki or bite of his grasping claws.

Detaching a hand, he smoothed his palm along the taut, twisting plane of her stomach, giving her exposed clit a stroke as he watched her breasts bounce and sway. “…Sesshoumaru’s a fucking idiot.”

Breathlessly, blissfully, Kagome laughed. Planting her hands firmly against her husband’s pecs, she rose most of the way off of him, giving him a moment to take in the sight of his thick cock glistening against her tiny slit, to savor the anticipation, before she plunged down onto him all the way. Inuyasha arched off the ground with a snarl. Whimpering and clenching at the stab of pleasure that tore through her, Kagome didn’t even notice at first how deathly still the air had gone—or how abruptly the darkness of night had descended upon the forest.

When Inuyasha’s arms seized around her, she’d thought he’d simply been passionately embracing her, until she saw how his fangs were bared and his hackles were raised. Panting in lust and confusion, she gripped his shoulders and followed the leftward line of his glare—her body going as tense and rigid as his.

The afternoon storm had nothing on the shadowed tempest of demonic energy that was thundering down upon them. Through the dark crackling haze of youki, Sesshoumaru materialized, moonwhite against the darkness, radiating power and intimidation as he strode toward them—just as menacing and intent as he had been on that night years ago, when he’d come after his father’s sword.

“Inuyasha,” the demon lord seethed.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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