Envy/Red
It’s my very first @sins-week and I have a few ficlets written up to share 🥹
Opening the week with some InuKag. I love them.
Spice level: 🌶🌶
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Golden eyes narrowed at bright, warm red, clawed fingers twitching with want to grab and rip and squeeze.
The barrier to his desires was finally gone, they day winding down as work was done and dinner was eaten and baths were had.
And now he had nothing to do but watch his fire rat caress soft, fragrant skin he’d been thinking of all day.
Kagome always wore his coat after her bath, claiming it was closer to the types of robes she used to wear after bathing back home in the future, and of course he didn’t mind.
She looked beautiful clad only in clean skin and crimson cloth, and then the fabric smelled like her all the time wherever he went.
The problem this time, was he’d been gone for the better part of a week on an extermination job, and then she’d been so busy since he returned that they hadn’t had time to even talk much less do anything else.
Dammit, he missed her.
He stood in one fluid motion, and she immediately looked up at him, her comb pulled halfway through her hair as she brushed it by the fire.
“Inuyasha? Is something wrong?” She asked, her brows drawing down with concern as she no doubt noticed his frown.
He crossed the floor of their hut saying a silent prayer of thanks that it wasn’t overly large.
He was at her side in an instant.
“Yep. Something’s very wrong.” He answered, grabbing her hand and yanking her forward.
“Inuyasha?” Her voice wavered between concern and alarm, her heart fluttering in her chest as her scent threaded with nervousness and the citrusy tang of arousal.
His eyes trailed down from her face to her chest, and he could just see the inner swells of her breasts in the space where his robe parted.
He followed the line of her visible flesh down, and the further his eyes fell, the shallower her breath became.
“Inuyasha….” She whispered, and her voice was thick with a desire, with want, the same concoction of emotion he’d been bottling up for days waiting for the right moment to finally pounce.
He slipped his hands under the fire rat where it draped over her shoulders and then pushed it away. She allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet, and he gulped as every inch of her, lit warmly by the fire flickering nearby, was finally free to his hungry gaze.
He stepped closer, the air between them swirling hot, supercharged and tingling around them like a gathering storm.
She was beautiful, and she was blushing so prettily, her grey-blue eyes clouding with lust as he gripped her hips and pulled her against him, kicking his fire rat out of the way, tired of it and the obstacle it had been between him and his wife, the one he’d been so desperately craving since almost the moment he’d left over a week ago.
“How’s it fair that I’m naked and you aren’t?” She asked, and he bent to scoop her up and carry her to bed.
“This ain’t about fair, Kagome.” He growled, laying her down and crawling over her, leaning in to hover just over the most sensitive part of her neck and shoulders. “This ain’t about fair at all.”
He descended and she gasped, head falling back and hands gripping, grasping for a lifeline.
His blood surged as desire dark and hot coursed through his veins and set them both aflame.
He’d waited long enough, staring in envy at the heavy cloth that got to touch her where he couldn’t, it was time to finally taste her again.
