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Sloppy Seconds	By : CutiePieHentai Category: InuYasha > General Views: 23931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: For those of you who were pushing for a Sango/Kagome interlude�ewwww�sorry�not gonna happen. I�m strictly true to traditional pairings, try as you might to encourage otherwise�hopefully when/if things gravitate that way, you will be instead satisfied with what evolves between those pairings. Enough said, thank you for sticking with me�.

Another note- You read. You reviewed. I am resplendently in rapture. Okay, so I like alliteration. But thank you to all who took my request for responses to heart- I got some great reviews- not just kind ones, though those are nice, too- I also got some very honest critiques that I hope will better my writing.

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Inuyasha was grumbling on the trip back to Kaede�s. He was grumbling because the gait was slow, as his companions were human and were merely trying to kill time towards the inevitable. He was grumbling because he now had to share his precious Ramen supply. He was grumbling because the girls had announced, in a tone that would brook no argument, that they would be staying in an inn that night, and he hated sleeping indoors. He was grumbling because Shippo was whining, Kagome was still giving him the cold shoulder, it had been weeks since he�d had a good fight, Miroku was still sneakily teasing him about Kagome, and Sango was acting weirder than normal- an intrigue that hurt his befuddled brain when he tried to decipher it. He was grumbling because it was a nice day, beautiful in fact, and he didn�t feel like enjoying much of anything. Mostly, though, he was grumbling because they were all together, again, and he had been enjoying and looking forward to his time alone with Kagome. On second thought, he�d fucked that up too. All in all, he wasn�t the most pleasant being to get along with that day.

Miroku was silent, except for the few bursts of snickering or jabs made towards Inuyasha, which earned him glares from the girls. He had kept his hands to himself, pondering the change he had noticed in Sango. She and Kagome had returned from their bath, suspiciously red-faced and giggling. Now, the demon exterminator was walking beside him, casting sidelong glances from the corner of her eyes that he caught but couldn�t interpret. A couple of times that day, she had even stumbled, nearly crashing into him and pulling him atop her, something unusual for someone with her natural grace. He could only settle on the idea that something was distracting her and it must have weighed heavily on her mind.

Kagome was in deep meditation, carefully calculating all angles of her plan, searching for anything she may have been overlooking in her plotting. So far, however, she was pleased with herself. She was now planning to take a nice bath once they reached the village to give herself a mental pat-on-the-back-for-a-job-well-done. Well, not done yet, but she was feeling confident.

Sango was humming under her breath, the only reprieve from the silence among the travelers aside from their footfalls and Shippo�s random queries. Sango was also musing about the plan she and Kagome had developed, though she felt a bit more trepidation for her part than did her co-conspirator. Her stomach was now the home to a growing family of butterflies, but she was determined to set her faith in her friend�s knowledge and assurances, and instead tried to focus on the desirable results she was aiming for. She glanced at the sky and took note of the sun�s position. Just a few more hours�

Lastly, was Shippo, who was his usual self. He was either riding on Kagome�s shoulder, or hopping onto Sango�s head, seemingly ignorant of the pensive atmosphere cultivated by the adults of the entourage. His youkai ears picked up Inuyasha�s grumbling. His youkai nose detected Miroku�s confusion and Sango�s anxiety. And his youkai sight caught the mischievousness in Kagome�s eyes. He�d pretended to be asleep during the conference that the adults had had that morning, but his position in Kagome�s lap had been enough contact to give him the same awareness to their circumstances as the others- including the interlude with his surrogate mother and the surly hanyou. He had been bathing with the girls, per usual, but had remained silent when he realized that they had forgotten his presence during their conversation. He wasn�t so naive as to not put two and two together. He knew exactly what was going on. Probably better than any of the others did. And he was forming a plan of his own�.
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Miroku was unsuccessfully trying to retain his calm exterior, breathing audibly in through his nose and out through his mouth to expel bad to chi, but after seeking a room at various inns and being turned away for the third time, the group could see the frustration in his eyes. Even the �ominous cloud� trick wasn�t working and his repertoire for procuring lodging for the night was expended.

�Oi, let�s just get out of here and set up camp,� Inuyasha interceded.

Kagome and Sango both frowned, �NO!�

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at the stubborn girls, �And why the hell not?� He snapped.

Sango glanced at Kagome, who nodded in response, and the two moved to the fourth and final inn in the village, ignoring the boys.

Kagome knew why they had been refused rooms; the same thing had happened in other villages on occasion. Reputable towns frowned on offering lodging to unmarried couples and in a close knit community, such as this one, the owners of an establishment that allowed such activity brought scandal and would be scorned. And, unless a man was traveling with children or as someone�s guardian, it would be the woman�s duty to inquire on a room. The inn would not usually ask outright if travelers were wed- to do so would be disrespectful. It was simply a matter of tradition for a wife to seek an inn�s hostess for lodging for herself and her spouse, as her ability to attend to her husband�s needs and comforts was a matter of pride for her family. So much so, in fact, that the aptitude of a woman to care for her spouse was scrutinized most in public- others judging her worth and upbringing by the outward show of subservience and attentiveness she displayed. By Miroku asking for a room, it implied that the women with them were not their wives, raising scandalous ideas and earning wagging tongues from the innkeepers.

Kagome and Sango had known this. In fact, they had counted on it.

Approaching the inn, both girls bowed low to the innkeepers wife.

Kagome smiled warmly, keeping her eyes averted out of respect, �My lady, would you honor my mate, sister and brother-in-law by boarding us this evening?�

The elder inspected the young one�s odd clothing and the exterminator�s armor with a critical. She looked past the pair at the approaching men. She noted the holy man�s robes and after hearing him referred to as the elder sister�s husband, she did not think to judge the scruples of the monk. She�d obviously never met Miroku. Her piety laying faith in the two, she chose not to question Sango. The other man was obviously youkai, and that was altogether another matter. Looking down her nose in thinly veiled disgust, �He is your mate? Then you will show me your mark.�

Kagome rose slightly and flashed another dazzling smile, �Of course.� She moved the collar of her shirt enough to reveal the claim. The woman may have known the basics of demon mating, but since only another youkai could tell the difference between an intent mark and an actual mating mark, she was satisfied with the proof. Nodding, she motioned to someone within, �Mina will show you to your rooms.�

Inuyasha and Miroku had neared the inn by that time and followed Mina, a girl of about ten, while Sango and Kagome retained a wife�s respectful distance as they followed from behind.

Approaching the rooms indicated by the child, Sango and Kagome hurried forward to open the sliding doors for their �husbands,� both receiving equally perplexed glances from the men who were used to either sharing one room between them all or making sleeping arrangements based on gender. The girls ignored the questioning expressions and bowed to Mina, backing into their rooms as they closed the doors.
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Inuyasha set the sleeping kit and neko he�d been carrying in a corner and plopped onto the futon, glaring at Kagome. She giggled and walked behind him, kneeling and moving his hair away from his shoulders. He tensed when her hands rested on his back, but slowly relaxed as she gently kneaded the tense muscles.

In a cross between a perturbed growl and a content purr, he broke the silence, �You planning on telling me what�s going on, bitch?�

She knew he�d overhead the conversation with the hostess, even if Miroku had not, and she could tell that her words had made him one confused puppy. The way his head cocked to one side as his ears twitched only solidified her translation of his psyche.

�We did need a room. Sango and I just did what we had to. Better than an ominous cloud overhead.�

Inuyasha turned his head slightly towards her, �Bullshit! That�s the monk. He�s always been a con. I didn�t expect you to lie just to get a room.�

Kagome laughed nervously, �They are promised to each other. And this is an intent claim. You have to admit�it came in handy.�

�So you just stretched the truth?� He growled.

�Well��Kagome trailed off, looking away from the intensity of his eyes.

�Feh, that�s a deep topic. About five hundred years deep.�

The miko giggled, glad that he had apparently allowed the subject to drop, �Shhhh�just relax.�

For once, Inuyasha did as he was told.
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Sango turned away from the door, unable to hide the fierce red that stained her cheeks. Miroku had taken a seat on the edge of the futon in the center of the room, a cocked eyebrow and a lopsided grin asking for explanations silently. Sango chose to ignore the questioning look and instead pulled a lollipop from her pack sat sat next to Miroku, who returned her silence by assuming a position in which to meditate. Something was amiss, he�d sensed it all day, but he settled on waiting and observing to find out what it was.

Silence fell in the room. Seated with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, Miroku cleared his mind and began his path to spiritual enlightenment. The crinkle of a paper wrapper boomed in his ears, breaking his concentration. He cracked an eye.

Sango finished removing the wrapper from the lollipop, seemingly oblivious to the cacophony that the small noise created in the still of the room. She looked at the candy, unblinking, as if challenging the inanimate object. Her eyes closed and she brought the pop to her lips, pursing them slightly to create light suction on the rounded top. She pushed the candy in further before pulling it out again, this time with an audible slurp. Miroku�s mind had now completely forgotten meditation. In fact, forgotten too was the need to breath, the curse of the kazaana, and his own name. Maybe those blows to the head had finally taken their toll.. Still peeking at her through his lashes, Miroku watched as Sango took the candy into her mouth again. This time, she twirled the stick between her fingers and pulled the sucker out, a small �pop� attesting to the force of her suction. A low noise, nearly inaudible, but noticeably a moan at the deliciousness of the sweet, hung in the air. Sango�s own eyes were still closed, but she could feel Miroku�s look and hear his attempts to swallow. She forced back a grin and ran the lollipop across her lips, depositing sticky moisture, before snaking her tongue out to lick the essence off. Her tongue appeared again and she licked the sucker, rolling it on her tongue. When she heard the sound of Miroku�s robes shifting, she opened her eyes, a wicked grin spreading.

He was staring intently at her, his entire body held rigid. The temptation to touch her, taste her, and abandon his morals, shallow though they may be, was so great that he had put his hands under his thighs, sitting on them, to effectively still any action should they acquire a mind of their own. Watching his reaction carefully, Sango pulled the candy along her lips again. Miroku�s eyes followed her tongue as she tasted the cherry sweetness again and she noted how his mouth fell slightly open and his bottom lip trembled.

Though she had begun her seduction feeling shy and thoroughly embarrassed, the hunger in his eyes left her bold and wanton. After another loud slurp on the sucker, she slowly reached forward and ran the candy along his lips. At first, he made no move, but his curiosity got the better of him and his own tongue traced the trail of flavor she had left. Sango repeated the action, this time following with her own tongue to remove the sticky residue. Miroku�s eyes closed as she gently bathed his lips. She leaned forward, nearly unbalancing them both, until he brought his hands up and placed them on her neck.

The taste of cherries melded in their mouths as Sango leaned forward again, this time succeeding in pushing him onto his back.

Miroku�s hands went to the tie in her hair and released it from its bonds before tangling in the tresses. He ran his fingers along her scalp, sending a jolt of energy through Sango that simultaneously aroused and relaxed her. She moaned at the feeling, pushing herself against him further. Slowly, she pulled away and looked into the eyes of her quarry.

When her lips left his, Miroku realized the depth of desire she had awaken in him and felt a moment of panic. As she looked into his eyes, he couldn�t help but question her, �Wha�� he tried, his voice strangled and raw, even to his own ears. He cleared his throat and tried again, his voice only an octave above a whisper, �Sango, what are you doing?�

She looked at him seriously, a slow blush creeping up her neck, belying the confidence she was forcing to show in her eyes. Leaning down, she nibbled at his jaw and his neck. Taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth, she responded even more quietly, �Getting what I want.�

Miroku held his tongue between his teeth to contain a gasp at the combination of the stimuli she was arousing on his pressure points as well as the sensuality and obvious intent in voice, �And�� he panted, �What�do you want?�

�Can�t you tell?� She slid a hand along his body and cupped him lightly through his robes, �You.�

�Sango�� He struggled weakly against her for a moment, torn between the thought of searing pleasure and binding honor, �But�we can�t�

Sango shook her head and tsk-ed at him, the strength developed from years of training, fighting demons, and carrying and wielding a giant boomerang still holding him down. �No... but�I have three years of groping to get even for.� Miroku�s head fell back against the floor with a resounding thud as she cupped him again. �Unless you don�t want me to�.� Sango stopped suddenly and released her hold, a smug, arrogant smile on her lips.

He did want her to. Badly.

And she knew it.
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The odor from the next room was cloying, filling Inuyasha�s nostrils and hanging heavy in the air. After an all-too-short back rub, Kagome had retreated to her homework, leaving him to mull over whatever it was he thought about when they weren�t arguing, with strict instructions not to bother her on penalty of the submission spell. Being so close to Kagome and unable to talk to her, let alone touch her, combined with the musky scent from Miroku and Sango�s room almost overwhelming her aroma, was making him irritable. A quick glance in the corner told him that Shippo and Kirara, now awake, were just as uncomfortable, even if they didn�t understand what the scents coming from next door meant.

A light knock at the door cut through the tension and drew the attentions of everyone in the room. Inuyasha jumped up and slid the door open, glad for the distraction. He looked out and was perplexed at seeing no one there, until he looked down. Mina, the innkeeper�s daughter, greeted him with a bow, �My lord, I noticed when you came in that there was a kitsune child with you�� Inuyasha growled at the girl, causing her to tremble slightly while she stammered to finish, �I was wondering�there aren�t many kids in the village�would he come play with me?�

Inuyasha stopped growling and his gaze softened. He�d at first assumed that the girl was going to somehow tease or cause trouble for the kit in his protection, but her shy request reminded him that the hearts of children were often still unprejudiced. He stepped back from the doorway and folded his hands into his sleeves while jerking his head in the direction of the doorway to get Shippo�s attention, �Oi, runt. Go outside and play. Take Kirara with you.�

Shippo looked up at the girl and nodded, bounding out the door with the fire cat before Inuyasha could change his mind.

Now that the kitsune was gone, Inuyasha realized that the nearness of Kagome was now even more unbearable. He needed to get out.

Get out or start a competition with the monk for who could make their woman moan louder.

Inuyasha cast a longing glance back at the girl still buried nose first in a book and scowled when another low whimper reached his ears from down the hall.

He needed to get out. �Uh�Kagome?�

She looked up at him briefly, �Yeah?�

�I�m gonna go for a walk.�

Kagome shrugged her shoulders and returned to her biology book.
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Miroku threw his torso forward, cradling Sango�s waist with his hands, as he flipped her onto her back, reversing their position. She glared at him like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away, but before she could retaliate, his mouth was on hers. He kissed her passionately, forcefully, almost painfully.

Miroku�s entire body was tightly sprung, rigid, while her contours formed to his as her back arched against his chest, her hands fisted in the hair behind his ears, and her legs wrapped around his thighs. He, the normally calm and collected one, burned as an inferno heated his veins. She, the fiery and sassy, was relaxed and languid, diffusing the fire she had willingly lit in him, drawing it to herself and returning it.

His body began to relax and soften into hers as his passion was minutely appeased. Miroku pulled away and looked at the woman beneath him. Her face was flush, her lips red and full from his crushing kiss, and a look of pure bliss was on her face as her hair, like ebony silk, fanned around her. Miroku was slightly embarrassed and surprised with the lapse in control that had overtaken him, �Gods, Sango�I don�t know what came over me��

Sango took his lapse as an opportunity to tighten her legs and rolled until he was beneath her once more, �Good.� It was her turn to lay claim to his lips.
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Inuyasha absently kicked a pebble while deeply inhaling to clear the musky stench from his olfactory system. He followed the sound of Shippo�s laughter and found the children already deep into a game of tag. Mina chased Shippo, giggling and trying to catch his tail. The kit would slow just enough to come almost within her grasp before he would twitch his tail and speed out of reach again. Kirara ran in circles around the two, eventually tangling herself in their legs and causing them to come crashing down in a hysterical pile. Inuyasha snickered at their play, finally drawing attention to himself, and the trio bounced over to him.

�Hey, uh�� Inuyasha scratched the back of his neck.

�Mina,� the girl prompted.

�Yeah, Mina. There a place to take a bath around here?� That scent still clung to his clothes and his body, and he decided that a wash could rid himself of the reek.

The girl smiled and nodded, �We have a bath house. If you don�t mind waiting a few minutes, I�ll start a fire to heat the water for you.� When he nodded, the girl ran back towards the inn, calling back over her shoulder, �Come on, Shippo. You want to help?�

�Like I wanna help that baka.� Shippo grumbled but got up and followed after her.

Inuyasha waited for a few minutes until the smoky aroma of a newly kindled fire lured him over to the bath house.

It was a smallish wooden building, set off to the side of the inn, similar in its boxy style, with a covered walkway leading from a door at the back of the main building up to a sliding rice paper door on the north side. Inuyasha passed by the children, who were busily pushing air through a set of bellows. A fire was lit to roaring in a small, clay brick fireplace set into the side and near the foundation at the back of the building, the water reservoir apparently situated inside and above the earthen bricks.

Inuyasha grumbled a thanks to them as they took off to resume their play.

Inuyasha stepped into the bath house and closed the door behind him. The little outside light that filtered through the rice paper added only slightly to the light thrown by a solitary candle flickering in the interior. The first room was more than half of the building, which seemed smaller inside than it had from without, with a low, slatted bench on one wall for changing and a few threadbare cloths for washing and drying folded on a stool near the door. Though barely six feet away, even his better than average vision could barely distinguish the beginnings of steps that led to another door directly across from the main entrance- the entry to the actual bath. He quickly removed his haori and under kimono, followed by his pants and fondushi, folded them and placed them in the corner away from the bench, not wanting them to get wet when he dripped his way over to retrieve a towel when he finished.

Inuyasha grabbed a cloth to wash with and walked up the steps to the inner door, opening it and almost falling directly into the bath. A single square window, too small for anything larger than a finch to squeeze into, was set high on the wall, near the ceiling, letting in the room�s only light, and as the sun had already begun to set, the room was almost pitch dark. From the way it was situated, it appeared that the building had been designed around the bath; the brick bottom, as he had guessed, was directly over the fire to heat the water, while the sides of the building, though wood, were sealed to hold in moisture, creating a damp, but relaxing, sauna. The bath water filled the entire room, coming to just below the bottom of the door, with no partition or walkway between. A small ledge for sitting and washing was in one corner, but the rest of the room was unadorned. Though it was unsophisticated, he was fairly impressed. He rarely saw baths of this size, large enough for an entire family, outside of the public baths of large cities. Many homes, and even larger inns, only had a small basin, often not even large enough to sit in, if they had anything at all.

Inuyasha stepped into the bath, the warm water rising to his thighs, before he sat and relaxed in its depths, stretching and reclining until the water reached his chin, the warm stones beneath him further drawing the tension from his muscles. He watched the flicker of the candle in the other room through the open inner door, before it sputtered out, then let his eyes drift closed.
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Shippo heard the slight splash of water from the bath house and paused in his attempts to retrieve a plum from one of the higher branches, �Hey, Mina?�

�Hai, Shippo?� The girl set her basket down at the base of the tree and looked up at him through the leaves as he scrambled down the trunk.

He leaned down to her from a lower branch, looking this way and that to make sure no one else was in earshot. He waggled his eyebrows and twitched his tail excitedly, �Wanna have some fun?�
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Sango paused in her ardor and looked deeply into the eyes of the man she loved, the man she now knew, truly loved her. She faltered a moment before leaning to kiss him again, but the slight hesitation was noticed by the monk and he stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders to hinder her descent onto his lips. He instantly felt a twinge of guilt at the uncertainty that crossed her eyes, but he had to ask, �Why?�

A blush joined the flush of passion on her cheeks, �Why what?�

Miroku sat up slowly, keeping Sango in his lap and pulling her into a comforting embrace, �This..� He gestured towards the open air, �This isn�t like you.�

Sango�s brow furrowed and she pulled sharply away, her eyes burning with a fire that wasn�t passion induced and her voice taking a cutting edge, �Isn�t like me?� She scrambled out of his lap and sat across the futon from him, �Isn�t like me!?! How do you know? How do you any of you, except maybe Kagome, know what is or isn�t like me? All you know is the exterminator! What do you know of the woman?� Her eyes were hurt, angry, and raw as her voice dropped to a whisper, �Just because I�m not beautiful, just because I have scars, just because I am not soft or refined or wear silky kimonos or paint my face, just because I raise my voice and look you in the eye, just because I worry more about my weapon than my flower arranging�doesn�t mean I am less of a woman. It doesn�t mean I don�t feel�things.� She chewed her lip and blushed, �Just because I�ve slapped you, doesn�t mean I don�t enjoy your touch. Or long for it.�

Miroku reeled as if she had slapped him, �I�I�m sorry. You are beautiful, Sango�physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually�breathtaking... I like, love, that you are my equal; that I can just as easily talk to you as fight along side you. Or make love to you. I�m only too well aware of how much of a woman you are.�

Sango turned away and stared at the wall but Miroku saw her retreating into herself and placed a hand on her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest while crossing his arms around her front to hold her to himself. He rested his chin on her shoulder and placed light butterfly kisses on her neck. She stiffened at first, but he persisted until he finally felt the tension leave her. He smiled between a kiss and whispered in her ear, �You long for my touch?�

�Yes,� she responded, just as softly.

�I still don�t understand�what made you so bold this time?�

Sango turned her cheek to him, but Miroku�s eyes were closed so he missed her blush, �Kagome.�

�Ah�yes�no�wait�what?�

�We�uh�spoke about�some things. She told me that there were ways to pleasure you, to be with you, while still not��

Miroku nodded, �For such purity, I am surprised that Kagome knows about such acts. Obviously, the future is a wondrous place, indeed, that such things are common knowledge,� he smirked when Sango playfully smacked his shoulder, �But she�s right. There are ways��
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Kagome tossed her biology book aside and reached for her math book. She took one look at the cover, not even deigning a glance inside, before thinking better of it and chucking it into her backpack. With a sigh, she rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes. The sun had nearly set, throwing long shadows on the walls and making reading difficult. The low light, sans florescent fixtures, had already taken its toll, putting undue stress on her vision, and the beginnings of a headache was forming. She was rubbing her temples when she heard the door open and turned to see Shippo and Mina enter.

Kagome sat up and smiled warmly at the pair. She had always felt guilty that Shippo spent so much time traveling with them instead of being able to behave with childish abandon.

The guilty look and conspiratory glances they were exchanging, though, was enough to make her think that perhaps too much childish abandon was not a good thing.
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The sound of bats as they flapped into the night air made Inuyasha realize just how late it had gotten when he finally opened his eyes. He felt a moment of embarrassment when he remembered how often he�d teased Kagome for her overly long soaks, but she didn�t know he was here, since he�d originally left under the premise of a walk, so he decided that a few more minutes wouldn�t hurt. That decision made, he flattened his ears to his head to keep water out and slid down to completely submerge himself and enjoy a few last moments floating weightlessly cocooned in the silence of the water.
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Kagome wrapped her kimono tighter around herself as a brisk breeze picked up, mentally cursing her decision to change into her light robe and not much else, as she stepped into the night, shielding her candle with one hand while balancing a small pack on her shoulder. When she came to her destination, she set the candle on the floor but found that its meager light did little to illuminate her surroundings. A breeze carried through the cracks in the walls and she quickly dropped her pack and let her robe fall to pool at her feet, rushing up the steps to the waiting warmth.

She hummed softly, fondly thinking of how considerate her kit was for remembering her affinity for baths and how thoughtful his friend was for drawing and heating one for her. She was thinking that, until her foot went past the top step into empty air. She was thinking that, until a clawed hand caught her.

She was now thinking that she was right when she decided that too much childish abandon was not a good thing.

Before she could think of much else, Kagome landed on an equally undressed Inuyasha.
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A/N: This is actually only half of the chapter as I had written it, but it�s a good stopping spot, it�s long already and late at night and I have to get up for work in the morning. On the plus side, that means you won�t have to wait long for another update�hope you all won�t kill me for leaving you hanging...
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