InuYasha rested on the futon, propped up on one elbow as he lay next to his wife. The night was very dark; except for the circle of light provided by the one lamp Kagome allowed him on this night, he could barely make anything out with his violet eyes. As he stared into the darkness, he ran his clawless fingers lightly across her hip.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked.
He sat up and shook his head, the black locks spilling across his bare shoulders. “I guess it’ll always be hard on the new moon.”
“You know we’re perfectly safe here,” Kagome said, sitting up and resting her head on his shoulder. “Between your brother being nearby, and all the wards on the mountain, nothing that could hurt us will get through.”
His arm wrapped around her and he nuzzled the top of her hair. “Yeah, I know.”
“Atae likes it up here,” Kagome comments.
“Yeah, he’s got Rin to spoil him rotten, and my brother seems to like him and there’s Miroku’s kids to play with. Maybe, in a while, some of the village kids will stop being scared that he’s a kami or something.” He shifted around so he could look at Kagome’s face. He gently cupped her cheek in one hand. “I like it here, too. Not too many strangers come around. We’re a good way from where the fighting seems to be going on. There are so many legends about this place and we’re far enough away in the mountains, even bandits are rare.”
His eyes searched hers. “What about you? First I took you away from your mother, then I took you away from the village. We won’t get to go back there very often. I know the village women don’t know what to make of you – I’ve heard them. They talk about you like you’re either a kami or someone to be pitied. They haven’t quite made up their minds.” InuYasha’s hand slid into her hair. “Is this all right, Kagome? Are you happy here?”
Kagome smiled, a wry, almost wistful smile, and reached up and cupped his cheek. “Silly husband. First of all, you didn’t take me away from my mother. I left on my own, to be with you. And yes, there are people in the village I miss, like Kaede. But here I see my son happy, and my husband at peace. And there are Rin, and Sango and Miroku, and even some of the villagers are opening up, like Matsume, who I helped with the coughing sickness.”
She leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips, gently. “You really need to stop worrying. I’m where I want to be, and I’m glad.”
“Keh,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “Me, too.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I guess it’s just the new moon. It makes me like this.”
“No reason to be worried tonight,” Kagome said. “It’s not like you’re lying there pumped full of spider venom or something. There’s no wicked sage who wants to eat me or you tonight, although if you want to see me naked, I’m sure that can be arranged.”
He lifted her chin up. “I always want to see you naked,” he admitted. “But not in a tub full of sake. We can pass on that, right?”
“If we can pass on you bleeding all over your jacket, then passing it to me to wear,” she replied running her hands over his chest.
“I imagine that can be arranged,” he said, “Seeing that I’m not wearing a shirt or a jacket, only my hakama.” His hands slid down to her waist, where they fumbled with the obi of her sleeping robe.
“Way overdressed for the occasion,” she replied.
“I’m sure you plan to take care of that,” he said, pulling the narrow band of cloth away from her waist.
“Only if you promise to go to sleep,” she replied, reaching for his obi.
“I’ll give it my best shot.” He slid the soft fabric off of her shoulders.
“I’m sure you will,” she said, and kissing him gently, let him pull her to the ground.