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Under the Covers One Winter's Morning
InuYasha propped himself up on one elbow, watching the room grow lighter as the sun rose. The light began to fall on Kagome's ebony hair, almost the only part of her that was visible. The rest of her was swathed in the blue quilt they were laying beneath.
It was a cold morning. It had snowed the day before, but from the light coming through the window, he could tell it was going to be a very sunny day. His ear flicked as he heard his infant son stir in his cradle basket, and he thought about getting up stirring up the fire and bringing Atae to bed with them. But laying there in bed pressed up against the warmth of his wife's backside was just too pleasant a thing, and instead, he found himself running his hand lightly over her hip until it reached her waist, and then he pulled her closer into his embrace.
"So many cold nights," he murmured, breathing in her sweet scent, as he thought about the long years alone, waking up huddled next to the embers of a nearly dead fire. He still, at moments like this, marveled at how the small woman in his arms had turned his life upside down, giving him home and future. Lost in his thoughts, he nuzzled the side of her neck and planted a little kiss on the top of her shoulder.
Kagome snuggled back into his arms. "Good morning," she muttered. "It's cold."
"Yeah," he replied. His hand slid back to the top of her thigh.
She rolled a bit so she could look at him. "Stir up the fire?" she asked, burying herself in his chest.
"In a minute," he said. "Too comfortable to move yet." He kissed her lightly.
"I thought you were the man who liked to get up early," she muttered, pulling the covers up to her chin.
"Yeah, well some mornings, it's just nice to sleep in." He let idle fingers trail down her back.
"Umm," she said. "Sleeping in is good." She closed her eyes.
Suddenly, a cry came from the cradle basket, and Kagome and InuYasha exchanged glances.
"I guess he doesn't agree," InuYasha said, sitting up. "I'll go start the fire."
Kagome sighed. "Another early riser. Like father, like son." She threw back her covers and went to attend to her son's needs.
As he watched the two of them, InuYasha decided that perhaps he needed to start a fire of another type. But that would have to wait until his son went back to sleep. Sighing, he threw another log upon the fire.