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A Little Bet

It was a hot, sultry night. Caught by a breeze from the open window, a single lamp flickered, moving its shifting light over the two figures on the futon.

"Damn it, woman," InuYasha said in a strained, but low voice.

"Hush," his wife said. "You don't want to wake Atae up. You know he'll come poking into the room to see what we're doing."

InuYasha lay stretched out on the bedding face up. His silver hair was sweaty and spread out in a haphazard cascade of white over the edge of the futon, and his eyes, dark and wanting gazed up at Kagome. He lifted his hands slightly to grab her hips where she straddled over him and whimpered as she shifted slightly to grab his hands, lowering her head with a disapproving frown on her face.

"No, no, no," she said, pinning his hands back down to the futon. "You're so lucky I'm not counting that."

In the lamplight, the skin of her neck and face glowed from the warmth of their activities. Her robe was parted, framed by long lengths of her ebony hair, and gaping to give him an inviting look at the soft warm skin beneath it. One rosy tip peaked out invitingly in front of his face, and his eyes left hers to watch. He sighed.

"No grabbing," she asserted, smiling wickedly. "You know that was the bet. You bet me you could let me do what I want, and if you could hold on, then I'd stay home next trip." She leaned forward, rubbing herself against him until she caught one of his ears. Slowly, sensuously, she ran her tongue along the outer edge. She breathed into his ear. "But if you keep this up, I will most certainly get that piece of silk I wanted."

"But . . . " he whimpered again. His fingers clawed at the wood of the floor.

Watching him intently, she rubbed herself over his hardness once again, pleased with the results of her teasing.

"I didn't know you were going to torture me," he moaned.

In reply, she ran her tongue down the length of his throat. "But you know you love it," she said, sitting back up.

He lifted up, rubbed his cheek against the warm skin of her breast. Desperation flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and then his look turned into something sharp and feral. He arched up, and in an easy movement, reversed their positions.

She looked up at him with a triumphant smirk. "I knew you couldn't hold out."

"Shut up," he growled, and with a swift movement, pinned her fully. It wasn't long before Kagome, eyes closed but still smiling, was doing the whimpering.