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"Gods, woman," InuYasha said, as Kagome pushed him back on the mat, laying next to him. His hair cascaded like white silk on the floor around his head, and his skin glowed golden in the light of the lamp. Her mouth kissed the salty skin under his chin and across his throat. He gasped as her tongue made a line from his collarbone up to just beneath his chin.
"You know you want to," she said.
"No I don't," he replied. His arm wrapped around her and rolled her on top of him.
Her eyes were heavy lidded, but laughing. Tossing her long hair to one side, she let her lips brush heatedly against his as his, tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue. His hands slid across her back, pulling her tightly against his hardness.
She broke the kiss, pushed herself up, one hand on each of his shoulders, and straddled him. Gazing into his eyes, dark bronze with want, she smiled. It was a predatory smile, full of mischief. "Tell me yes." She ground herself against him.
His hands, gently ran up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over the tips. He watched as she closed her eyes and lifted her head back in pleasure. "No way."
She rubbed her wet slickness against his length, teasingly. "Please." She gyrated again, watching the look on her husband's face as he closed his eyes, hands gripping her hips. "He's only going to be at Miroku's two more days."
He whimpered. "So unfair, woman." With a moan, he pulled her flat against him. "Yes, Shippou can come and spend the night tomorrow. But just one day."
She allowed him to roll her over, and wrapped her legs around his waist, gasped slightly as he slid into her. "Good. I was hoping you'd see it my way."
"Extortion," he replied.
"I'm sure you'll make me pay for it," she replied, tilting her head back as he thrust into her.
"You know it," he said, and smiled ferally.