Perverts 'R' Us
The Final Battle 2: Inuyasha's New War
By Danyealle ( angst, fan fiction, inuyasha )
Sitting in front of the fire with his knees bent, arms folded across them, and his chin resting there, Inuyasha stared into the dancing flames. The flames were almost hypnotic and seemed to hold him while they shimmered and waved. This was the first time since dark had fallen that he hadn't been fidgeting all over and was sitting still.
Sitting on a log behind him, Kagome sighed and then slid her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. Knowing him for as long as she had, she was used to most of his moods and knew how to deal with them, no matter how unpleasant they were. But this new brooding and just plain moody side that kept appearing was not only something she hadn't seen, but she wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. Sighing, she leaned back and bit and started running her fingers through his hair and rubbing his ears a bit. For some reason that always seemed to calm him down.
Within minutes of her starting, he sighed softly and shut his eyes, his whole body relaxing. Moving one arm down, he put it over the one she still had around his waist and entwined his finger with hers. It was like her fingers running through his hair and occasionally rubbing his ears were a kind of talisman that warded off and banished all the bad thoughts and feelings he was having. It also seemed to wash away some of the confusion that came along with them.
Feeling him relax she nuzzled her cheek softly against his, "Let's go to bed, Inuyasha. It's been a long day." she whispered.
Smiling slightly and suppressing a chuckle, he nodded, "Yeah, let's go." He knew full well she wasn't talking about sleep. Standing up, he took her hand and led her off to the tent they shared. After crawling inside he was zipping the flap shut when he glanced back at the fire. Seeing Sesshomaru sitting there, looking at him, raised a lump in this throat and made him shiver. Quickly, before his thoughts and traitorous body could rebel again, he zipped the flap shut.
After a long, and rather animalistic, bout of sex, the kind they always seemed to have when he was in what she termed 'a mood' he curled up in the sleeping bag with her, head resting on her chest and relaxed as she rubbed his ears. But for him sleep didn't come. He just lay there, watching the light from the fire dance across the side of the tent, thinking as he heard her soft breaths as she fell into a deep sleep.