The fire was banked, the water bucket filled, the tub empted. Only the faintest smells from dinner lingered in the air. Kagome, wearing a vixen’s smile and nothing more, lay down on the futon, waiting.
InuYasha draped his white kosode on top of his neatly folded fire rat garments as he prepared to go to bed. There was nothing stopping him. Even his sword lay close at hand. Instead, he sat down.
He shook his head and rolled his shoulders. “Damn. Glad this day’s over.”
Kagome nodded, and ran a finger along his thigh, across the fine white hairs, almost too faint to see there. “Me too. I hope tomorrow is less crazy.”
“Yeah.” He looked at her, and gave her a strange little smile as he rested his hand on top of hers, stilling the movement.
She tilted her head to one side, unsure, and sat up a little. The cover fell back, revealing the fullness of her breasts. He glanced at them, then took a deep breath.
“What?” she asked.
“I think I’m tired.” His right ear flicked. “The walk, the youkai, the villagers...”
She got up on her knees, letting the blanket crumple to the ground. The lamplight wrapped her curves in interesting shadows, but it was still not enough to pull him out of his malaise. Pressing a hand to his forehead Kagome checked his temperature.
“You’re not getting sick, are you?” she asked. “There’s that fever going through the village. Akina’s had it, and some of the children. Yurime’s down with it now. And you just saw her a few days ago.”
“Maybe you should worry,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t get sick, woman. You know that.”
Kagome sighed, then took his hand. “If you’re tired, come to bed. We can just go to sleep, you know.”
He nodded and let himself be talked into laying down. Soon they were under the covers, and he was spooning Kagome close to him, his nose pressed up against her hair. He shifted, and his mouth found the warm skin of her neck, and he gave her a little kiss, tasting the salt of her skin. Something in him, some tension let go at that moment, and all the aggravations of the day let go. He was home, she was here, and all was right with his world.
But he was still too tired to do anything about it, Yawning once, he quickly fell asleep.