One Rainy Night

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One Rainy Night


It was a rainy, dark evening.  InuYasha looked at the small bundle in his arms, the sleeping child exactly two months old.  He brushed the baby's silver hair gently, then laid his son in the wicker basket they used as his bed

Kagome lit the lamp, then laid out the futon.  He got up, sat down next to the bed, and shrugged off his suikan, watching as she quickly shed her wrap skirt and kosode, stripping down to the sheer cotton of her under kosode. InuYasha appreciatively noticed how her body had changed, broader in the hip, more voluptuous in the breast.  He had thought she was beautiful before, but now she looked amazing to him.  A slow steady warmth built up in him, a feeling he long denied during the last months of her pregnancy and recuperation.  He took a deep breath, trying to push it back down once again.  She looked so delicious to him that he knew he might have to go take a run in the rain to deal with it.

"He's asleep?" she said, as she knelt down next to her husband.  She leaned her head on his shoulder, rested her hand on his thigh.

"Yeah," he said, snaking his arm around his wife.  

For a few moments, they sat there, listening to the rain.  Thunder rumbled somewhere, off in the distance.  "I like listening to the rain," she said.  "It's peaceful."

He rested his cheek on the top of her head.  "Yeah."

She drew lazy designs on his leg.  His hand gently explored her soft curves.  "It makes me think about going to bed."

"Keh,"  he said, gently kissing the top of her head.

Her hand slid to the inside of his thigh. "It's been two months," she said.  "Wanna go to bed?"

Suddenly, she found herself on her back, blanketed by a warm and eager hanyou, kissing her senseless.

Coming up for air, he murmured into her ear as he kicked off his hakama,"I thought you'd never ask."