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InuYasha's head lay on the bolster, his hair cascading over it and around the top of the futon like a silver fan. Light from the lamp played over him, breaking through the shadows of the darkened room, touching his face and hair with warm highlights.

Kagome leaned forward, her mouth tracing the contours of his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin.

"Woman," he murmured, tilting his head back as she found the soft skin underneath his chin, dragging her tongue along it. He groaned.

Suddenly she lifted herself up, and he opened his eyes to watch her. With a wicked smile, she ground her center against him, teasing his hardness. His hands wrapped around her, sliding to her hips and holding her there for a moment, then sliding forward to cup each of her breasts.

She too closed her eyes and tilted her head back while leaning into his touch. He arched up, bringing his mouth to the hardened tip of her left breast, running his tongue across it, then moving to the other. Kagome gasped a little and he slid his arms back around her, pulling her flat against him.

One hand tangled into her ebony hair as he found her mouth, but her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned his kiss aggressively, hungry, pulling him even closer.

With a quick motion, he rolled them over. Now it was her hair cascading over the pillow, his hips snugly between hers.

He stayed that way for a moment, resting his weight on his lower arms, gazing down into her blue-gray eyes, heavy with want. His mouth found hers again, this time with a tender, gentle kiss, and then another.

She wrapped her legs around him, and gave him a smirky smile. "What do you like better, top or bottom?"

"Joined," he said, and proceeded to demonstrate just why