A Little Surprise
The door slid open, and Kagome looked up.
He stood in the doorway, dirty, tired, and hungry-looking. She looked up at him, surprised and happy. “You’re back! ” she said, and putting her sewing aside, stood up. “I didn’t expect you back for at least two more days.”
“Keh,” he replied as he stepped up on the wood of the floor and took off his sword, putting it in the sword rest. “It didn’t take as long as we thought. Miroku’ll probably be another day getting here. I didn’t want to wait.” He turned around and looked back up at her. “Where’s Atae?”
“At your brother’s. I expect him back for dinner. In fact, I thought you were him coming home early.”
“Ah,” he said. For a moment, they gazed at each other as he dropped his travel bag, but as the seconds passed, something in the way they looked at each other shifted and heated. Freed from his gear, he crossed the room amazingly fast. “Hope you want to greet me a little differently than your son.”
Kagome raised her hand, brushed it along his cheek. “I missed you,” she said softly. “Even four days is too much.”
InuYasha caught her hand in his. “Wife,” he whispered then pulled Kagome into his arms. His hand cupped the back of her head as he lowered his mouth to hers, greedily taking in her taste and touch as if starved for more than food. His arms drew her in as his tongue danced across her lips, and then slid along the wetness of her own.
They broke the kiss for a moment. “Husband,” Kagome acknowledged. “You want me to heat the bath?”
One of her hands slid softly into his silver hair and wrapped around his neck as their mouths found each other again. One kiss led to the next, and then another.
“Good idea,” he murmured, as his fingers began tugging at the strings of her wrap skirt.
She slapped his hands and pulled away, laughing, and started towards the bathing room. InuYasha caught her wrist. He pulled a small package out of his jacket. “I’ve got something for you.”
It was wrapped in a bright printed piece of fabric. Kagome took the small bundle, and began to unwrap it. Inside, was a small porcelain figurine of a woman dressed in white with a white furred animal along side of her. It could have been a white dog, or perhaps a fox, but the figurine bore an uncanny likeness to her own self.
“It looked like you,” he said simply. “And the animal’s ears, well, they look like mine. It might be a dog, maybe.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said, and standing on tiptoe, kissed her husband.
“They’ll always be together, those two. It made me think of me and you. I like the thought of me and you always together,” InuYasha said.
“Me too,” she replied, and then kissed him again.
“Hmm,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get to the bath.”
Laughing, she tweaked one of his ears, and escaped. Later she would add the little figurine to her collection of small treasures. Somehow, when she would look at it on dark days in the future, it would make the darkness a little lighter.