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Caught in the Moment

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Inuyasha couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. Kagome was in front him, naked, the towel she’d just been wearing settled in a pool around her feet. He’d...he’d wanted at least 30 seconds to have a conversation with her, to talk with her about...whatever they were doing. Whatever this was.

Because, it felt fucking amazing, but once again, he had the overarching feeling that things were happening out of order. He was supposed to build a hut for her, ask her to marry him, kiss her, then do all the things that they were doing. Not...not kiss her, do all those things first, and then build her a hut.

It was all wrong.

But when she stood in front of him, beautiful, naked, and willing...when she asked him to touch her, when she wanted him to do a little more...when he wanted her to do a little more

No. He had to pull back. He had to pull away from her, from this, before it was all too late.

“Kagome,” he said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice, “this...this is…”

“It’s nice, right?” she said. “What we’re doing, here, together?”

“It is.” He definitely had to agree with her. Fuck, he wanted her, but fuck, his commitments to propriety and honor—Kagome’s honor—were holding him back all of a sudden.

“Then—” she was stepping closer to him, and he could not stop looking at her bouncy, supple breasts, and the pert nipples standing at attention just for him, “—are you okay? If it’s—do you not want to—I mean I thought that—” And then he saw her eyes drooping, and the scent of salt permeated his nose.

“What? Oh, fuck, Kagome, that’s not it at all!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously. “You? You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.” He hung his head. “It’s me, I swear.”

“Inuyasha.” He felt a small hand on his arm, and lifted his eyes to meet hers. Warm brown depths called to him, enveloped him, made him feel safe, secure.

Like he could tell her anything.

“It’s just that,” he began, searching for the words to express how he felt, “I wanted...I wanted things to be so different.”

“Different, how?” she asked, running her hand lightly along his bicep.

“Like,” he breathed—fuck, her fingers felt good on his arm—”like I wanted to bring you back to my time, to show you…”

Kagome stepped directly in front of him now and tucked herself under his arms. “Show me what?” she asked softly.

“The...the hut,” he choked out at last. “The hut that I’m building for you. So that I can ask you to marry me. To ask you be my wife.”

Kagome stopped moving closer to him, her eyes widening with surprise and shock. “You want to...ask me to...marry you?” she whispered.

Inuyasha felt his heart sinking at the tone of her voice. Did she not want to marry him? Was he not good enough to marry her? Was he only good enough to fuck her?  Did she only want to fuck him? Was he…

He looked down at Kagome; her eyes were gleaming, a vibrant chocolate brown. She had a soft smile on her face; she was drawing him in again.

“Yeah,” he said bleakly. “Marry you.”

Kagome squealed and jumped into his arms, Inuyasha catching her ass on the way up, his hands involuntary massaging the magnificent twin globes, her soft cries telling him how much she liked that. “Inuyasha,” she moaned softly, kissing his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, “you really want to marry me?”

Fuck, she was naked in his arms and kissing him and sounding like she didn’t believe him. She smelled...divine...and he wanted more than anything to lay her down on the bed and show her how much he loved her.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until…

“Yeah,” he said, somewhat sheepishly, “I do want to marry you. More than anything. But...but I thought that…” He paused, and shivered as her teeth began to worry his neck. “I wanted to propose to you, kiss you, marry you, do more.”

“We’ve done things out of order then,” she murmured, now laving at his neck.

Kagome,” he moaned, “We have. And now, we can’t...we can’t…”

“We can’t what, Inuyasha?” she asked, digging her teeth in again. “We can’t do this? We can’t be together?” She nosed at his cheek now. “Do we have to do things in order? Do we have to be married?” She paused. “You know that we already kind of are,” she added softly. “We spend all our time together. You—you’re holding me right now while I’m naked.” She giggled when he blushed. “You let me ride on your back. We hold hands, and now?” She leaned forward and gently kissed him. “We do so much more.”

“Kagome.” Her scent was surrounding him, trying to take him in.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered, returning her lips to his once more, “please, please. I want to be with you. I need you.”

He growled when he felt the heat of her sex ground into his stomach, and her breasts pressed into his kosode. How could he deny her? How could he say no?

Inuyasha carried Kagome over to the bed, and laid her down gently on the comforter. He dropped to his knees beside her, and she rolled onto her side to face him. His hands dropped to her shoulders, her arms, her hands. He wanted her; he wanted to feel all of her; he needed to feel all of her. Now.

“You know,” she said, giggling, “you are way more dressed than I am right now.”

Inuyasha looked at her—wild, beautiful, naked, and free—-and then at himself: hakama, kosode, fundoshi underneath.

Still bound by clothes, by propriety.

“Wait,” she said suddenly, softly, “let me.” And her fingers reached forward, until they reached the knot of his hakama. He had retied the strings a bit, but Kagome's fingers were nimble and before long she had the knot undone once again.

“Now,” she said, in a voice that was both commanding and teasing, “strip.”

Strip?” What the fuck did she mean?

“Oh,” she replied, “you know. Your clothes. They all have to come off, Inuyasha. I want…” Her eyes cast down, and her face became red. Fuck, Inuyasha’s heart twisted when he saw that he’d made her so unhappy. A gentle claw tucked under her chin and drew her back up to meet his eyes.

“What is it, Kagome?” he asked her softly. “What do you want?”

Kagome’s breath was shallow, and the flush of her desire was spreading over her body. “You,” she breathed. “I want to see you. All of you. And not like by accident or because I’m bandaging you up from a battle...I want to see you, because you want me to see you. Because you...because you want me, just like I want you.” The last part was barely a whisper, but Inuyasha heard her clearly, and he blushed, too.

Not because what she said was weird, or embarrassing to him: not really. Rather, it was because it wasn’t embarrassing, because it was something that he wanted, desperately. He wanted to know what it felt like, to have her hands, her lips, her (oh fucking hell help him) tongue, on him, around him. He wanted her scent to mix with his. He wanted everyone to know that they were fully bonded now: body, mind, and soul. He wanted to do this. With her. And while the thoughts of proposals and marriage still hung heavy in his mind, he was somewhat reassured by the fact that when he’d mentioned it, she’d seemed ecstatic, like this was exactly what she’d wanted too. Which actually made a lot of sense? What he’d walked in on her in the shower, told him that she’d been thinking about him, dreaming about him. And Kagome wasn’t the kind of person who would think and dream about lots of different guys. He was pretty sure that he was the only one for her, and she was definitely the only one for him.

Kagome. Gods, he loved her.

Slowly, much to her eager surprise, he tucked his hands into the collar of this kosode and began to slip it down over his shoulders, revealing his chest first, then the rest of his torso. He heard her slight gasp, the increase in her heartbeat. He detected the change in her scent; it was becoming increasingly infused with a spicy scent that he couldn’t quite identify, but fuck, did it smell incredible. He grinned, and as he dropped the kosode to the floor, he definitely heard a loud gasp from Kagome. Inuyasha looked back up at her, and saw her brown eyes wide, her pupils dilated with lust, and he knew that she was ready. Just like he was.

He slid his hands around to the front of his hakama, where Kagome had already loosened the ties. A few tugs had them coming the rest of the way undone, and he bent over to untie the knots at his ankles. Then, with one swift movement, he removed his hakama, starting at his hips, and going all the way down his legs. He stepped out of them, and tossed them aside.

He was only in his fundoshi at this point, and he saw Kagome’s eyes travel up and down his form, like he was some kind of god. He had to suppress the urge to chuckle at her heated expression. And, he couldn’t help himself.

“Like what you see?” he purred, leaning in close to give her a kiss.

“Gods,” she moaned softly, grabbing him by the forelocks, “yes, I do.” And she yanked him down onto the bed with her, pulling him close, and proceeding to kiss him passionately, deeply, lovingly. Her hands were everywhere: in his hair, on his cheeks, his shoulders, his arms, his chest—wherever she could reach, wherever she could touch, Kagome was there. He growled as her fingers tucked inside his fundoshi, seeking his cock—the last part of him hidden from her view. Her fingers circled him delicately, tugging, stroking, caressing. Her eyes blazed up at him, wild and desperate, and he felt a quickening in his groin as his dick grew hard.

“Kagome,” he whispered, drawing her to him, enjoying the feel of her soft, supple flesh against his, “ don’t have to…”

“No,” she whispered back, her lips now lightly massaging his, “I want to.” He groaned into her mouth as her thumb pressed against the underside of his cock and dragged along the veiny flesh. She caught it round with her thumb and forefinger, and pulled it gently up and out of his fundoshi, his most sensitive areas now at the mercy of her lightly teasing fingers.

To be here, with Kagome, like was more than Inuyasha could have ever imagined. Her fingers were stroking him, her lips were kissing him, and her body was pressing up against him. He felt her hips gently buck against his, and he realized that, as much as she was giving him pleasure, he needed to give her the same.

Inuyasha rolled her over onto her back, and quietly removed her fingers from his cock. When she softly cried out his name in protest, he chuckled and slid off the bed.

“This is what you wanted, Kagome,” he said, his voice husky and not quite his own. “Right?” When her eyes brightened and she perked up, he swiftly untied his fundoshi and let it fall to the floor, giving her the full access to his body that she had wanted.

The “holy fuck” that came out of her mouth told him that she was plenty pleased.

But her time to worship him was over. It was his worship her.

“Lay back,” Inuyasha whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. He watched as she reclined, her dark hair, still wet from the shower, curling around her shoulders, her brown eyes warm and wide. She beautiful. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. How her skin glowed, incandescent against the setting sun, which was streaming in through the window. A mixture of shadows and light danced across her breasts, leaving tiny, sparkling rainbow prisms that caught his eyes and drew his attention to her nipples, glistening from the light and from the dampness that remained on her body from the shower. He reached out to touch one of the prisms, tracing it delicately with the pad of his thumb, and when he passed over her nipple, she sighed, and turned her eyes up to him, a silent ask for more. His forefinger met his thumb, and together, they gently massaged until her nipple became a hardened pebble; when he bent forward and swept it up in his mouth, moving her fingers to her other breast, she quietly cried out for him and begged him to do more.

A harsh lick to her nipple with the flat of his tongue hushed her quickly; her body twisted underneath his touch, her hands fisting the comforter. He paused for a moment, his entire face pressed into her breast, and inhaled. The sweet and spicy smell that radiated off her skin; the more he laved at her, the more luscious she smelled.

He...he had to have more of her.

Inuyasha dropped her nipple and immediately began dragging his nose down the length of her stomach, towards the place where her scent was the most cloying. Along the way, he paused at her belly button, which was heaving slightly with her breaths, and nosed at it, causing her to giggle and try to shoo him away.

“Inuyasha,” she said, her voice wavering, “that tickles.”

He stopped teasing her navel and slid the rest of the way down her body, to the juncture of her thighs. He paused there a moment, inhaling her sweet, nectary scent, closing his eyes to savor it. She bent her legs up, and he caught the right one in his hand, tickling lightly behind her knee, making her giggle again. Gently, he held her knee and pushed her leg down to the side; he then turned his attention to her other leg, where he proceeded to tickle her yet again, then softly pushed her leg down. She was nearly in a butterfly position now, and he held her thighs firmly apart so he could take all of her in. “Gods, Kagome,” he breathed, “you’re beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are? Here?” He was fascinated by how tender, and supple, and rosy her lips down there were, edged by a soft, dark fur. Holding a thigh in one hand, he gently ran his thumb over her labia, and shivered when she moaned his name and pushed herself into his hand, so he was cupping her heat. He could feel a dampness, and it wasn’t from the shower.

“Okay,” he said, and fuck now his voice was shaky, “you liked that, ‘Gome?”

“I did,” she whispered, “can...can you do more with your fingers? And maybe your tongue?”

“I—I can,” he whispered back; he pushed his nose forward into the heat of her sex, and, as his fingers continued to softly massage her skin, he inhaled. Her scent there was so strong, and so sweet, that he could only breathe her in a tiny bit, lest he become completely drunk off of her. His tongue darted out to catch a taste of her on its tip, and when he made contact with her skin there, she dropped her hand over his—the one that was holding her thigh—and squeezed hard, a soft series of swears escaping her lips. Inuyasha tried again, this time pushing a little further in with his tongue, and he was rewarded with more soft cries, swears, and a light twisting of her hips. A sharp lick, and a squeeze of her thigh brought her back down.

“No moving,” he growled, “or I can’t do what you want me to do, ‘Gome.”

Her breathing was harsh, and shallow. “O—okay,” she gasped out. “I’ll be good. Just...don’t stop, Inuyasha. Please.”

He responded with another probing between her folds with his tongue, pushing in, seeing what was there, nosing his way into her. His free hand now dropped under his tongue, feeling her, trying to see what she liked. He found her opening, and traced the outline with his thumb. When she pushed forward and moaned his name, he took that as his cue and slipped one finger inside. He was immediately enveloped in her slick, pulsing heat, and he gasped against her at how it felt to be inside her.

If this was what it was like with one finger, what would it be like to be completely surrounded by her?

And then his tongue brushed up against the small pearl tucked away that he’d found before with his fingers, and Kagome nearly flew out of his grip. “Inuyasha!” she moaned, no longer bothering to be quiet, and he had to squeeze her leg fiercely to get her to calm down.

But his tongue—there was something that he wanted to do more with. He laid the flat of his tongue against the hard little nub and swirled his tongue, dragging it around and around. She hissed, and squeezed his finger, which he pumped back and forth. He could feel her getting slicker with every thrust, and he could smell her rising need.

Just like he could feel his own rising need.

“So—so good,” she breathed. “More, please, please. I—I’m—”

And somehow, even though she wasn’t saying the words, he knew exactly what she wanted, exactly what she was doing. He withdrew his finger from inside her, then slipped it back in, adding his middle finger this time too. He rested his hand against her mons and began to move, back and forth, in and out, as his tongue worked over the bud that he’d discovered, deep inside her lips. Her scent was spiking, spicy and overpowering, filling his nose, his mind, his very soul.

He...he needed her. More than he had ever needed anything. More than he needed the air.

He needed Kagome.

And then, he felt her muscles inside grow taut, and they squeezed his fingers and drew them up and in. Her entire body went rigid and he felt a moistness surrounding his fingers. smelled…

Well, fuck. It smelled even better than where his nose was currently buried.

Almost on instinct, Inuyasha withdrew his fingers and used his tongue to probe her opening. He tasted the sweet juices that were still flowing from her, and he nearly swooned from how delicious she was. His tongue eagerly lapped her up; even when she was clean, he was still probing inside her, looking for anything that he might have missed.

A gentle tug on his ears had his eyes lifting up to hers. Her face was flushed, her breasts were heaving, and her arms were still trembling.

“Inu—Inuyasha,” she whispered, and he withdrew his tongue and pulled himself up above her. He looked down at her, in awe of what he had done to her, his entire body tingling in anticipation of what was to come.

Kagome’s legs wrapped around him and drew him close. He could feel her trembling, and he dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. “We don’t have to do anything else, ‘Gome,” he told her quietly. “You’ve...I...that was…”

No.” He was surprised by the harshness in her tone. “No, no. I need you, Inuyasha, please. Please, don’t leave me hanging like this.”

“Leave—leave you what?” She wasn’t hanging from anywhere.

“Like—like you’re going to deny me,” she said.

Fuck, ‘Gome—” okay, the swear was maybe a little harsher than he intended “—how could I ever deny you anything?”

“Good,” she replied, “because after what you just did to me? I need you. I need all of you.” Her heels dug into the small of his back and drew him closer, his cock now pressed against her entrance. “All of you, Inuyasha.”

Fuck. Here was the girl he loved, the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with: naked and begging him to fuck her. So why did he hesitate? He’d just given her the best bath of their lives, and now, the best...well, whatever that was...of their lives. What was different here? What made him want to pull back?

“I—We—there’s no chance of a baby right now, Inuyasha,” Kagome told him quietly. “At some point, in the future, if we decide that’s what we want, then we can. But right now, the doctors here have put me on a special medicine that will prevent me from getting pregnant. It’ll be okay. We can… we can do this as much as we want, and it’s going to be fine. I promise,” she added when he opened his mouth to protest. “Please, right now? I just want  you inside me. I need to know how you feel. I have wanted nothing else for so long. Please, Inuyasha.”

Well, fuck. When she was begging, when she had taken measures to make sure that they would be safe, how could he deny her, especially when he wanted this so badly, too, more than he’d ever wanted everything? Because he...a part of him still wanted to make sure that she was all-in, that she was absolutely positive that this was what she wanted to do. After all, he’d never felt this way about anyone before, and even though Kagome was insistent, was she really thinking this through?

“You’re sure?” he asked, just one last time, just to be sure.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she replied immediately.

He drew close to her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I—I love you, Kagome,” he breathed.

She reached up and kissed him back. “I love you, too, Inuyasha,” she whispered.

Those were the words he needed to hear; those were the words that finally set him at ease and allowed him to relax and do the thing that he’d been waiting for since opening the door to the bathroom...No. Since way longer before than that. How long, he couldn’t be sure, but the desire to make her his had been steadily growing, the older they got.

Inuyasha slowly captured her lips in a tender kiss as he pressed inside of her.

He could feel her body resisting as he pushed into her. He was going slowly, easing his cock in, bit by bit; he had once heard from the bouzu that a woman’s first time could hurt her, and he didn’t want to do anything that would give her pain. He...he wanted this to be an incredible experience for her...for them both...and he wanted to make sure that she didn’t feel any pain.

Inuyasha felt her walls squeeze him, felt her gasp and sigh; he saw her face scrunch the slightest bit, and he immediately stopped. “Everything okay?” he asked her.

“I’m okay,” she said immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in for a deep kiss. “It’s just...I’m not really used to...this,” she said with a wry laugh. “So I think that...going a good idea.”

He laughed quietly too. “I can do whatever you want,” he said softly. “Whatever you need. I just...I just want you...I want feel good.”

“And we will,” she said immediately. “We definitely will. Just...don’t stop...and take it slow, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed, and eased himself into her more deeply. Kagome sighed, and dug into his lower back with her heels. She adjusted the angle of her hips, so that he could enter her more deeply, and they both let out soft moans at the change.

Once he was fully seated in her, Inuyasha paused for a moment to let her adjust; once she started to relax, and her muscles stopped twitching, he took a deep breath, and began to move.

And holy hell, was moving inside of her an incredible experience. Her muscles were gently squeezing him on the way in, and relaxing and letting him go when pulling back. He took it slow, as he was still nervous about hurting her, at least at first. He wanted to give her a few minutes to accommodate, to stretch, and until then, he would keep himself calm, and under control, so that she could feel everything that he was feeling, without any pain.

All the while, he kept himself highly aware of her: of her scent, or her heartbeat, of the way her pupils dilated when she got really excited. Of the way that her breathing picked up, and the way her heels pressed into his back just a little bit more. Slowly, carefully, he thrust into her, and when she softly whispered his name, followed by “more,” he took that as his cue to pick up the pace and go with his instincts. His hips moved more quickly now, and his cock was searing with heat as it moved in and out. Kagome’s hips matched his movements, and together, they learned to create a perfectly symmetry of their movements. Not for the first time, he was highly aware of her, but for the first time, he was aware of all of her: all of her body, all of her movements, all of tremors, and whispers, and sighs.

He’d told her that he loved her, but this was more than love, he thought. This was deeper, and more primal. There was something here that he couldn’t quite understand, something that he felt was pulling his soul, pulling him towards her. He was inside her; he was as close to her as two people could possibly be, and yet, it was not enough.

Would it ever be enough?

“Inuyasha,” Kagome murmured, “can we try something else?”

Inuyasha nuzzled her neck. “Anything you want,” he breathed.

“Let’s sit up,” she whispered. “I want to be closer to you...I want...I want you.”

Inuyasha immediately hooked his arm underneath her and around her waist. He sat back on his knees and pulled her along with him, so that he was kneeling and she was in his lap. Kagome cried out quietly as he slipped even further inside of her with the change in position, and he sat, patiently, waiting for her to adjust her legs, so that she was straddling him, her knees sinking to the ground on either side of his hips. He paused, barely able to breathe, and then when she raised and lowered herself on his cock, he gasped, then growled, then clutched at her wildly, his nose finding its way back to her neck. He was only slightly aware of when Kagome’s hands trailed lightly up over the back of his neck and through his hair. He did notice when her fingers found the tips of his ears and began to massage them lightly, running her fingers both with and against the direction of the fur. Each movement had a different effect; the rubs with his fur made him purr contentedly, relaxing him. The rubs against his fur, though? Made him growl and made his entire body light up like one of those trees Kagome’s family liked to decorate for the winter. Whenever she did that, he thrust against her harshly, and she moaned in response and rubbed her cheek against his hair. was…

“Amazing,” she breathed, and he had to agree.

This love. With Kagome. Who knew him better than he knew himself. And just like every time she anticipated when he was hungry, or tired, or just needed a break, she knew exactly how to set him ablaze. She knew exactly how to stroke his ears, how to sit on his cock, how to give a little shift and circle of her hips. She knew how to do it all.

And before he knew it, Kagome’s body was shaking, and her walls were pulsing. She was sweating, and her hands dropped from his ears to his back, where she was digging in with her little nails and softly sobbing his name. And he could feel it for himself, too: the rush of blood and other things to his dick, the way it was becoming even harder, the way he felt an urge to release, to expel, to empty himself into her.

He...he wanted to hold on. He wanted to wait until she was ready. He wanted her to…

Inuyasha,” she moaned prettily, her breasts heaving against his chest, and then she rose up against him, and fell, and her whole body convulsed, orgasming as she clung to him. She was squeezing him so tightly he thought she would squeeze him in two, and he found that he didn’t mind.

Inuyasha used Kagome’s orgasm to take a very brief control. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her, harder and harder, Kagome whispered and sighing and swearing as he felt her body gearing up for another orgasm. He wanted her to have it, even as his own body was careening towards the cliff. He grit his teeth, held her more tightly, and jerked up into her, her own little movement down just quickening the pace with which he was going to finish. He felt her quake, from her toes all the way up to her fingers, where her nails dug into his back. He felt his own release coming, and he finally allowed himself to let go, pulling her flush with his chest and offering several spasms up inside her, coating her insides with his cum. He grunted with each one, and she sighed placidly, her fingers curling into his hair, her face resting on his shoulder, as her own orgasm finished and she could help comfort him through his.

They sat together, Inuyasha still buried inside her, Kagome still resting her head on his shoulder, for a little bit longer. He...loved the feel of them coming down together, from a mutual high. He loved the way she was tucked against him, the way that her body shuddered into a relaxed state. He loved the way that her fingers curled in his hair, teasing apart the silver strands.

Fuck. He’d said it before, but he just…

“Love you,” he breathed into her hair.

“Love you,” she whispered back, her breath hot on his neck.

Inuyasha lifted her up and off his cock; they both shivered a little at the loss of contact. He laid her back down on the bed, and snuggled in beside her, her head resting on his torso, one arm draped lazily over his abs. He heard her breathing returning to normal; he felt the rise and fall of his own chest against her skin, and he smiled, knowing that from now on, he would be as perfectly attuned to her physical attributes as he was to his own.

“You’re amazing,” Kagome said sleepily, nuzzling his shoulder with her nose. “Did you know that you’re amazing?”

Inuyasha leaned over and kissed her hair. “Keh,” he said carelessly, “I ain’t nothing special.”

“No,” she said, her voice a little stronger, even as she continued to laze against him, “you’re everything special. And you know it.”

Inuyasha didn’t say anything, but snuggled her in even closer.

“In fact,” Kagome said softly, now making small circles on his chest with her fingers, “I think that being here with you, like this?” She propped herself up on one elbow and kissed him softly. “It’s better than any fantasy, Inuyasha. Why would I want to fantasize about you, when I have the real you right here?”

“Oh...I don’t...I know how.” He was flabbergasted. How could he respond to what she was saying?

“In fact,” she said lightly, “I would kind of like to have you around, with me, all the time.”

“I’m already around you all the time, woman,” he scoffed.

“I mean...I’d like to have you around as my husband, Inuyasha,” she said quietly.

Inuyasha was so startled he nearly choked on his own spit. “Are—are you—what’re you saying, ‘Gome?” he asked her.

“I mean,” Kagome replied, “that I love you, and I want you around me all the time, and that you being my husband would be all my fantasies come true.” She blinked at him with her warm brown eyes. “What say you, Inuyasha? Will you take this mortal miko as your wife?”

Inuyasha growled, and kissed her: hard, and deep, and long. “Oh, Kagome,” he said softly, “marrying you? That’s the best fantasy of all.” He kissed her again. “And now?” he added. “Now, it’s about to become reality.”