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Oneshot: The Clothes Line

Just needed a fluff fix....

The Clothes Line

It was a warm and sunny afternoon.  Kagome walked over carrying the big basket she used for her laundry and hummed a little tune as she took clothes off their drying rods. 

Folding the white linen of one of her husband’s under kosodes, she sang,

“Cold water, they say
can’t make a good cup of tea –
when you are away
my life is just cold water,
no fragrance ‘til you return.”

Placing it in her basket, she  turned toward the line where she had hung the sheet from their bed.  The sheet waved a little in the late afternoon breeze as she walked along the clothesline, checking for dryness. It was perfectly dry and felt smooth in her hands.  She began to tug it to her, still singing.

“But when you return, I – ”

She had it about halfway off when suddenly two hands wrapped around her sides.  Surprised, she jumped a little, spinning around, but she forgot to let go of the sheet, and it dragged off the line and wrapped partway around her as she looked up into smiling amber eyes and lips that had a self-satisfied smirk.

“InuYasha!  Don’t scare me that way!” she said, as she tried to step forward, but the sheet wrapping around her lower half caught her legs and she lost her balance, stumbling into her husband, who, caught off guard, found himself tumbling with her.  After a bit of flailing and rolling, InuYasha, his silver hair curtaining the two of them, found himself looking down on the confused face of his wife.

“You all right?” he asked. 

She nodded.  “I didn’t think you’d get back until tomorrow,” she said, puffing her bangs out of her face.

“I missed you,” he said.   Something passed between them as they gazed into each other’s eyes, almost tangible, and InuYasha’s lips found hers.  “Wanna go in the house?” he breathed.

She smiled and reached up and touched his cheek.  “The sheet’s dirty,” she said.

“Who cares?” he said, kissing her again.

“You will later, when you get to do the laundry,” she said, smiling at him.

“That’s later,” he said, rolling off of her and then picking her up, sheet and all.  “I’ve got better things to do now.”

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