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Oneshot: Midnight Bath

Mid day IK fluff!  (I would set this as taking place in 1562,  or 1563, maybe in July or thereabouts)

Midnight Bath

She stood in the darkness under the moon, her location  lit only by a single stone lantern.  Her dark hair and light garments were wrapped in ebony shadow, shades of gray and warm, flickering touches of warm highlights as she stood there.  Overhead, a breeze sighed through the tree branches; somewhere else a frog croaked.  Looking up at the sky, she looked at the moon rising high overhead, very nearly full, and breathed deeply. The scent of jasmine drifted on the evening breeze.  There was nothing here to disturb  her sense of calm:  here, for this moment, the night was hers.

One graceful foot and then another slipped out of her straw sandals.  Next, with the softest rustling, a narrow obi fluttered to the ground, followed by soft cotton  sliding off her skin to gather at her ankles in gentle dark and light folds, hinting in the midnight, of pink and blue.  She stretched, lifting long fingered hands up towards the moon, allowing the dark and light to touch the curves of her skin, the roll of her hip, the line of her breast like the hand of a lover before she stepped forward, one footfall at a time, towards the pool of water ahead of her.

With a slight intake of breath, she slipped into the inky black water. Walking until it lapped her thighs, she stood still for a moment until the water was highlighted with diamonds of moonlight.  Bending over, she cupped some  water in her hands, raised it to her neck, and let it pour down across her skin.  It pearled as it went down, catching highlights from the lamplight, accentuating the rise and fall of her breasts, the soft curve of her tummy.

“Keh,” said warm voice, masculine and amused. “I told you the water wasn’t too cold.   Wanna wash my hair?”

A glint touched Kagome’s eyes, as she looked towards her husband, his silver hair floating in ringlets around him.  She bent over one more time for water.  This time, she splashed him.

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