He had been expecting it. All day long, long before the wind had picked up, InuYasha could smell the storm brewing to the south; something in the air and the sky told him this was going to be a bad one. He had gone around their little house, securing what he could, but after that, all he could do was wait. It had blown in late, after they had gone to bed for the night.
But now it was here. The rain shuddered against the roof and against the walls of the house, and the wind outside moaned. InuYasha’s ears twitched at the sound, but he lay in bed, curled around his wife, alert enough to realize it, but unwilling to come fully awake. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning nearby followed by a loud boom which vibrated through the house. Kagome bolted up at the sound.
The hanyou looked up at his wife, at the wild-eyed panic in her eyes as she clutched the sheet to her chest. InuYasha lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s just a storm,” he said. “We’re all right.”
She turned at looked at him. “It was so loud. I can’t believe it woke me up,” she said, sheepishly. She let his arm pull her back down. “Sounds like it’s raining really hard. You were right about the storm.”
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling her back close to his chest, and resting his chin on her shoulder.
She rolled over to face him and ran her fingers through his hair. InuYasha could feel the tension in her still. There was another flash, followed by another boom, not quite so loud or close. For a moment, the light lit up his eyes so they glowed. She jumped a little at the thunder, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. “You all right?” he asked, running his hands through her hair and down her back.
“I...I don’t like storms, especially at night,” she murmured into his chest.
He snugged her a little closer, and played with her hair. “It’s okay. You gonna be like this all night? We can get up if you want.” Another crash of thunder rumbled through the house, and InuYasha felt her flinch. His hands moved in soothing patterns.
“No, just hold me,” she said.
She looked up at him. He kissed her lightly.
“If I keep holding you like this, something’s gonna get up,” he breathed in her ear.
She shivered as his mouth trailed down to her neck. “Good. I could use the distraction,” she said.
The house shook once again from a nearby lightning strike, but she was too busy to notice.