Holy Crap!

How long has it been since Sabichan has posted? TOO long!

I just want to extend thanks to all of my readers and reveiwers. You guys have been awesome and the support has been incredible! Thanks for waiting so patiently, for being so understanding, and dammit, thanks just for reading. I love you minna!!

Well, I'm happy to say, I've got a new chapter for all you! YAY!

It's pretty damn long too...and why is that?

Well, in case you've forgotten, I did promise a little something I like to call

Sabichan's Patent Pending "Mega Mutant Lemon"!!

WWOOOOOOWWEEEEEEE!!

Once again, this is a very long lemon chapter. and in no particular POV. The couples: Inu/Kag, Mir/San and Rin/Sess. It does shift quite a bit, but trust me, you won't be confused.

The song infused throughout, and also the namesake of this chapter is *duh* "Underneath your clothes" by Shakira. Major inspiration for this chapter, so if you've got the CD, put it on repeat and read on! (i suggest the acoustic version)

It was a challenge writing this over since our little castastrophe, but I'll be honest and tell you, I'm very happy with this. It's not just pointless smut, this is a celebration of Love, focusing on the younger couples (did you really want a naraku/Shiori or Mushin/Faye lemon? If you did...well sorry, probably not gonna happen...)

It's a little WAFF-ish, but hopefully not overboard. It's still kinda hot, and...okay I'm always nervous posting lemons, so I'm gonna shut up and let you all feast on what Sabichan has cooked up for you!

Go Mega Mutant Lemon!! (patent pending)

Hope you enjoy!

Ja ne!

~Sabichan~

Higurashi shrine sat peacefully atop the stone stairs, the last few rays of light from the setting sun breaking through the trees.

Suddenly, the birds resting on the boughs of the Goshinboku took wing as a huge eruption of laughter rang out from the house below them.

A moment later, it happened again.

The same birds, now resting on a tree a much safer distance away, seemed to shrug off the odd noises. After all, this had been happening for hours.

Inside the house, the kitchen bustled with several women, the den occupied by another handful of men and younger boys.

Dinner was long over, and the cleanup almost complete. Though the male half had offered help, it was turned down in favor of the traditional role of women. Besides...they'd probably just get in the way.

The younger males where currently engaged in what they deemed the "tournament of excellence"-in other words, who was the best at video games. Surprisingly enough, Shippo was holding his own against Souta and Kohaku, Sango's younger brother; being so close in age, they had bonded almost instantly some time after Kagome had left. They'd been practically inseparable since then.

Soon, the women joined them all in the den, each pairing off with their respective man.

It was an odd mix of characters to say the least. Two of the men where the heads of a multi-million dollar company. Their fiance's, a widower and a quirky painter.

Beside them, two very perverted men and the women who somehow found the strength to love them.

Hitomi sat next to her father in law, comfortable in his company though she lacked a love interest of her own.

And, in the middle of all this, sat the couple of the hour-a now unemployed lounge singer and the spitting image of the late Shoji Shingetsu.

Yes...an odd collection of people, all together under one roof, all bound together by the simplest and most complex thing:

Love.

From love comes a sense of compassion, from compassion a sense of community, a sense of belonging.

If any single one were to take a step back, to witness what they had all come together to create, they would not be surprised to see not a random selection of very different people...No.

They would see a family.

One big happy family...

The wedding was in two weeks. Finally, Rin would become a part of the Shingetsu family, after almost ten years of waiting.

Shiori and Naraku's wedding was in the planning stages. He had been right...she did not say no.

It hadn't come as a great shock to anyone. After all, she'd moved in with him only a few months

after Kagome's departure. It seemed...only natural.

Sango and Miroku's wedding? Well....maybe in a few years. After Miroku learned to keep his hands to himself, and Sango learned to boil water without burning down her house.

As for Inuyasha and Kagome's wedding....there was no longer any if...only a when. Whenever Inuyasha got around to asking, no doubt they would marry as soon as possible, probably not bothering to plan some elaborate event. And from the looks of things...such an event would not be too far off.

The night wore on, the entire family engrossed in conversation, a few bottles of wine to ease the atmosphere. But there is always a time for such things to end, and around one am, everyone reached an accord on it.

Goodbyes were said, hugs and kisses abound, and more than a few pinched cheeks on poor little Shippo's account.

Now all that was left in the house was a half asleep Souta, an equally as drowsy Tokiro, Hitomi and of course, Inuyasha and Kagome.

"Do you want help with these mom?" Kagome asked, gesturing towards the various wine glasses on the den table.

"No sweetheart. Are you...staying here tonight?"

"I...don't know." Both sets of eyes came to rest on a rather red faced Inuyasha, who simply turned and looked away.

"Whatever. But if ya stay here, so do I."

"You can't sleep in my room!"

He turned around, brow furrowed in confusion.

"How come?"

"Cause...it's not proper!"

"But you-"

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying we did las-"

"And I said shut up" She growled.

A chuckle from beside them ended the argument before it could escalate.

"Of course he can sleep in your room Kagome. I'm not an old maid, I was young once. Just be good and quiet."

"MOOM!!" This drew another laugh.

"Maybe I should go...." A beet red Inuyasha began to inch towards the door.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? If I have to be embarrassed, than so should you."

"Kids...." With that, Hitomi walked away and began to collect the glasses.

"See...see what I put up with." Kagome threw her hands up, the blush fading.

"So they teamed up on you huh? Must've sucked. Glad I'm clueless." He said, smirking obnoxiously.

"If you don't stop being an asshole, I'm gonna tell you everything your mom said."

"NO, Please!" He clamped his hands over his ears, his face in a grimace. "I'll do anything ."

"Anything?"

He swallowed hard...

She sure was grinning awfully wide....

~~

"And I said no! Jaken is driving! What if he hears us. You know I'm loud!"

"Yes....yes you are. All the more reason to-"

"Fluffy! stop being bad!"

"But Rin..." The usually elegant baritone came out almost like a child's whine.

"I said no! Wait till we get home."

Her request was met by obedient silence as he stared out the window. Shifting almost uncomfortably, she wondered what he was thinking about now. Was he mad?

A shiver ran through her as warm fingertips brushed her thigh.

No, he was far from mad.

She snaked her hand to his lap, and was met with his expected arousal. As she expertly began to stroke him though his pants, she began to reconsider turning him down. This could be fun...

A string of curses from the front of the limo quickly changed her mind. She could imagine Jaken shaking his pudgy little fist at whoever dared to go a mile above speed limit.

Of course imagining Jaken had even more of an adverse affect on her previous arousal. As she mentally shuddered, she decided to be merciful to her soon to be husband, and distract him. She stopped moving her hand.

"So when do you think Inu's gonna propose?"

"Rin?" His voice was husky and surprised.

"I'm just saying, it's only a matter of time."

Sighing, he caught on to her intentions quickly, and clasped his hand around hers.

"I suppose soon. Maybe within the year. I imagine he would allow her some time to adjust to her new life. You know she's moving in next month."

"Yeah, `Gome told me. That's so cute!"

"Necessary is more like it. One can't just marry someone without knowing them first. If you'd really examine their relationship closer, they've only actually known each other for about four months or so."

"I guess you're right there. They should take their time. But...I don't know...after all that's happened? It seems like nothing could tear them apart again. Not after what they've been through. Just like us, Sess."

"Yes...just like us." He smiled warmly at her, taken aback by her profound ability to simplify the situation.

"They're going to be happy. I just know it. I've never seen Inu so alive. It's almost like she brought him to life. Even before you left...he always seemed to be waiting for something. It's like he was asleep for years, and Kagome just kinda woke him up. I think they were really meant to be together. It's destiny."

"Poetic." He teased, noting they were only a few blocks from their home. She grinned wide and girlishly.

"I know! So...did you ever play hide-and-go-seek when you guys were kids?"

"Yes."

"Were you good at it?"

"Not really."

"Oh. I guess I'll have to help you then."

"Pardon me?"

"Nothing. Oh, we're home!"

~~

Kohaku carefully pushed on the accelerator, careful not to do it too fast. The car jerked forward, then began rolling smoothly down the empty street.

"See! I told you it wasn't hard!" Miroku beamed as he coached the boy.

"I'm still nervous though. I'm scared I'm gonna crash your dad's car."

"That's okay. I'll take the blame."

"You'd really do that?"

"Only if you try not to crash it. But yeah. He can't kill me, I'm his only son."

"What about Shippo?"

"He doesn't count." He replied with a wide smile.

He liked the boy a lot. He was open to learning a lot of new things. Perhaps he could take him under his wing, as a protege of sorts. An image of a very angry Sango suddenly flashed in his head, and he wondered if corrupting her little brother was worth the pain she'd surely put him through.

"Thanks Miro, I think I'm getting the hang of it. Man Sango's gonna be proud."

No...No he couldn't do that to her.

`Sango....'

She was currently driving her own car to her house where they would meet up. Teaching Kohaku how to drive was really a spur of the moment thing, but it was actually a little safer. He'd had a glass or two of wine and to be honest...he was kind of a light weight...

"You can speed up a little. The light's green."

"Okay."

He guided the boy the rest of the way, showing him how to signal, and the trick to making left turns.

A block before they got to the Taijya house, they switched off, knowing that Sango would not doubt be waiting outside for them. She was probably having a rare cigarette, she usually did after she'd had a little to drink.

"I hope she got home okay...." He muttered out loud, though not to Kohaku in particular. The boy merely nodded.

Sango was indeed outside, sans cigarette.

"Miro, what took you both so long? You should've been here at least ten minutes before me!"

His face lit up at her words, and he walked towards her with open arms.

"Ah, my sweet truffle, you were worried about me?"

"No, I was worried about Kohaku."

His face fell as she tapped her foot impatiently. Said boy made his escape into the house, anxious to get out of Sango's range, but feeling guilty for leaving Miro alone.

"Sango, my love, you know I would never let any harm come to him. Don't you trust me?"

"It depends."

"Hey!"

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes as she finally embraced him.

"I'm sorry Miro...it's just that...you know I'm protective of him. If anything were to happen to him, I'd just die!"

"I know. I know you love him. But believe me, I wouldn't let anything happen to him in my care. I promise."

"Thank you Miro." She pulled back, and seemed to search his eyes for a moment. "So why did you really take so long?"

"Ummmm."

"C'mon, tell me the truth. I'll know if you're lying."

"Uhhhhhh..."

"Miro!" She finally snapped, pulling on his short ponytail.

"Ah! I was teaching him to drive!" As he rubbed his sore scalp, he watched the emotions play on her face. First horror, then anxiety, amusement, and then a wide smile.

"You're so sweet! You're doing it to save me the trouble aren't you? You knew how scared I was of having to teach him, so you decided to do!"

He stared at her blankly for a second, before smiling sheepishly.`Sure, why not?'

"Of course dumpling! See, I did good!"

"You did do good."

"Don't you think I deserve a reward?"

"Uh-huh."

"So what do I get?"

"A kiss."

"A kiss and...." He grinned hopefully, his eyes beaming.

"Another kiss?"

"And...."

She rolled her eyes and began to walk away. A few feet away from her door, she stopped and glanced behind her curiously. She patted her thigh, as if calling to a pet.

"C'mon boy, not out here."

Miroku grinned and was by her side in a moment.

~~

You're a song,

Written by the hands of God

Don't get me wrong

Cause this might sound to you a bit odd

But you own the place

Where all my thoughts go hiding

And right under your clothes

Is where I find them

"Where are you taking me?"

Kagome shrugged, but continued to lead him around the grounds of the shrine. She didn't seem to be so smug, just content to amble along, hand in hand.

"Don't know. Just wanted to walk."

"Hey, what's that?" He pointed towards the small building to their left.

"That? That's the old well house. You know, the one Buyo scratched the hell out of."

"Can I see it?"

"Uh..I guess. It's kinda creepy though, even in the daytime." He grimaced suddenly.

"Oh. Are there any spiders in there?"

"Maybe a few."

"Big ones or little ones?" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't know, let me check my spider log."

"Bitch."

"Scaredy-cat."

"Keh, I told you I'm not scared of em!"

"Prove it!"

"Fine, c'mon." He began to pull her towards the old structure, but was met with resistance.

"Hey! Why me?"

"If you don't come and see, then I'm not really proving anything am I?"

She cocked her head as she considered it, then shrugged, giving a little sigh.

"Whatever. Come show me what a big man you are." She mumbled sarcastically.

He pushed aside the sliding wooden door, and peered inside. It wasn't pitch black, but it took him a minute for his eyes to adjust.

"Doesn't look so scary." He lied. It actually was pretty fucking creepy in there.

"Well then go in. Go show that spider who's boss."

"Stop being a smart ass, I just wanted to see what the well looks like."

"Like a big hole in the ground."

He took a step inside, leaving her at the doorway. He walked down the steps leading to the wooden structure in the middle.

"Is that it? How come it's all boarded up?"

"To keep demons from coming out."

"Really?"

"And to keep tourists from falling in."

"Oh."

Her heard her faint footsteps as she descended the stairs after him. As he studied the scrolls stuck to the boards, he felt her wrap her arms around his waist from behind him.

"What are these things? Decoration?"

"Spell scrolls. Supposed to seal the well shut. My grandfather thinks he has magic powers. And supposedly since I'm a Miko, I do too."

"Wow. Magic huh?"

"Yep." As if it weren't enough that her body was pressed so tightly against him, her hands were running over his chest, up and down. He leaned back, and turned to face her.

"You're so beautiful."

The moonlight shone in through the open door, framing her face with the blue and black hue of her hair. Her eyes were wide in the darkness, gazing intently into his.

"So are you."

And in all truth she wasn't just saying it. He really was. His silver hair caught those same rays, and it seemed only to intensify his already ethereal look. Her hands came up to play with a few strands.

"I was thinking of dying it black."

"Really? When?"

"This morning. Well, I've always wondered what I'd look like."

"Hmmm." She studied him for a few moments, trying to picture it. "Wow. You'd look really good. But, I like this a lot more." She raised herself up on tiptoe, leaning towards his face.

"I thought you'd say that." He bent down caught her lips in a chaste kiss. Which quickly transformed into a very passionate kiss.

Kagome pulled away a few moments later, breathing hard against his lips.

"You said you'd do anything. I'm calling that in."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Make love to me, right here, right now."

He merely nodded, slipping off his jacket, lying it on top of the surface of the well. He tested the wood, making sure it would hold their weight, and finding it to be solid, set her down on top.

~~

Underneath your clothes

There's an endless story

There's the man I chose

There's my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey

"If you find me, you can have me." She whispered in his ear. She promptly turned and ran up the stairs, giggling. He felt his body shiver in anticipation as he watched her go. Turning back to give Jaken the okay to leave, he closed the front door behind him.

Then he gave chase.

At the top of the stairs, he found her blouse lying on the ground. Smirking, he began to strip himself of his own clothes as he strode quickly around the house. She had a million different hiding places, having grown up in this house. And even though he followed the trail of clothes, the moment he stopped, he would hear a giggle coming form the other side of the upstairs. Then, when he reached that side, he would find only an empty room, and another distant giggle.

As he came upon her last article of clothing, he almost groaned aloud. Her panties....

Now, somewhere in this big empty house was a slightly tipsy and very naked Rin...

"Oh Gods..." He muttered aloud.

He walked into their bedroom, and just barely made out her figure hiding behind the curtains.

"Now where could she be....Under the bed? No, too obvious. In the closet? No, she's claustrophobic....I guess I should give up and just go to bed. She'll come out in the morning."

He could see the curtain move out of the corner of his eye, and within the blink of an eye, she found her self in his arms.

"I got you." He whispered, then ran his tongue along the side of her neck. She moaned aloud and shuddered.

"Good boy, Fluffy."

He swiftly threw her petite body over his shoulder, then walked over to their bed. He tossed her down, watching her giggle as she bounced.

"That was fun."

She watched eagerly as he divested himself of his remaining clothes, and then climbed on top, his mouth meeting hers hungrily.

He trailed his rough kisses down her neck, to her breasts, then further down. She giggled again as he dipped his tongue into her sensitive bellybutton.

"Tickles..."

He did it again, reveling in the feeling of her squirming beneath him. He reached his destination, and a moment later, she was squirming for a much different reason. Her legs wrapped lightly around his neck, keeping his mouth firmly pressed to her aching core. As his tongue danced expertly between her folds, her hands fisted in the sheets beside her, her moans echoing through the empty house.

Right when she was on the edge, he pulled away, breaking her leg lock effortlessly, and was met with a very unhappy looking Rin.

"You are such an asshole, Fluffy! I was so close!"

"I know." He smirked. Before she could retort, he had already buried himself deep inside her, his name falling from her lips in delight, not anger.

"Sesshie...."

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her, the delicious friction sending shivers throughout every inch of his body. Her petite body arched beneath him as he shifted into a better angle, filling her more fully. Watching her face intently as she called his name again, he smiled.

He didn't smile very often. Never when he was working, and almost never in the presence of Jaken.

But with this girl, this odd and playful woman, he couldn't help but do so. She was like this beacon of light, pure and beautiful, lighting his way through all the madness of his life. Although it would be hard to do, he knew he could live his life without his mother or younger brother. It would be hell, but it would be possible.

But to live without her?

A pang of sadness ripped through him, and in response, he lowered his body on hers, pressing their bare flesh together as he held her tight.

No. It couldn't be done. He would die.

Die without this tiny woman holding his heart in her delicate hands, something he so freely gave to her.

She was perfection beyond words, and even her imperfections were as lovable.

Rin could order him to jump off a cliff naked, and if it so pleased her heart, he would do it. better not give her any ideas...'

Her dull nails dug into the skin of his back, and he could distinctly hear every mewl and moan that fell from her lips. He held onto her tighter-as every time when they made love, he was utterly convinced that this was too good to be true-that this was a dream, and if he didn't hold on tight enough, she would slip away.

He'd be damned if he let that happen again.

`Never again, I'll never let you go again...' he swore.

As if on cue, Rin trembled beneath him, his name spilling from her lips loudly, as she climaxed. His senses seemed overloaded as he heard her, felt her muscles clamping tightly around his heated flesh. Not a moment later, he joined her on the plane of bliss, her name cried harshly in response, echoing off their bedroom walls.

~~

Because of you

I forgot the smart ways to lie

Because of you

I'm running out of reasons to cry

When the friends are gone

When the party's over

We will still belong

To each other

Breaking away from their heated kiss, Miroku whispered.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You say that every time. I'm telling you, everyone's asleep. You know how we are, we sleep like the dead!"

He nodded and grinned again, hungrily returning to their kiss. His hands made quick work of removing her clothing, while she did the same. Mere moments later, they were skin to skin, lying atop the pale blue comforter of Sango's bed. Muffled sighs of pleasure filled the room, but the two lovers were well practiced at stealth in such situations. They knew just how loud they could and could not be.

"Miro..." His mouth had eagerly set to work on her sensitive breasts, as her fingers massaged his scalp, weaving through his mass of black hair. He gave each mound and peak equal attention before positioning himself at her already slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, his pace agonizing and tortuous. But it was well worth it, hearing her gasp lightly as he filled her inch by inch. Finally seated deep inside her, he began to withdraw, just as slowly.

"Please...Houshi..." She panted lightly. He frowned at her words.

"Sango, my darling it seems," He pulled completely out of her, and she whimpered at the loss "that you have forgotten your lover's name."

"C'mon, don't pull this again."

"Ah, ah, ah," He waved his finger. "Seems that you have to be reminded. Would you mind turning over, my love?"

"Huh?" He twirled the same finger again, demonstrating his request. Rolling her eyes, she did so, turning onto her stomach. When his hands gripped her hips and began to pull her to her knees, his intentions suddenly dawned on her.

Surprisingly, they'd never done it this way, and she was anxious to find out how it felt. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she saw a look of pure joy spread across his face.

"Wow."

He shook his head, breaking out of his stupor, and once again began to enter her slowly.

`Goddammit!'

Just as she was about to thrust her hips back against his, he fell back onto his haunches, taking her along with him. She found herself pretty much straddling him, if only facing away from him. As surprised as she was, she didn't have time to ask how he knew this position, as he swiftly began thrusting upwards into her.

She found herself filled deeper than ever before, completely lost in the sensations it was creating in her. His left hand came to cup one of her freely bouncing breasts as he pulled her back against him.

Then, as his mouth settled firmly on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, this other hand made it's cause known.

His fingers nimbly played with her bud of pleasure, and she bit her lip fiercely to keep from crying aloud. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his thighs as she was overwhelmed, but he seemed not to mind as he continued to stroke in and out of her warm, wet passage.

Too soon, she felt the onset of her orgasm, but wanted to hold off a little longer, to feel this for just a little more time. So, flexing her inner muscles, she tried to distract herself from her current...position.

To think that only a year ago, this had seemed too much to dream for.

Not just to having mind blowing sex with Miroku, but the plain fact that she was his world. She'd never thought anyone could love her the way she needed to be loved.

She was complicated-okay that was kind of an understatement....She was difficult. She could change moods so quickly, that sometimes even she could lose track of what she was really feeling.

When Faye had first hired her, she had to admit, she'd had a very mild, momentary attraction to Inuyasha, if only to his good looks. But then he walked in the room.

The moment those blue sparkling seas met her eyes, she was lost. She was so shocked she felt lightheaded, and as he walked towards her with an equally dazed expression, she realized she was holding her breath.

Then of course was when he dropped down to one knee and asked her to bear him a son.

That began their constant war of sexual tension. They would share a close moment, soft words, and then he'd ruin it all by grabbing her ass or anything else in his reach. She would react angrily, and most of the time with violence. But it was completely misunderstood by all who saw it. Any witness could tell you she was just pissed about getting groped. But only she knew deep in her heart why she smacked the hell out of him every time.

It was because she liked it. She liked it a lot.

Being a tomboy her whole life had left her with a very limited sense of femininity. Then he'd come along, and woken up the woman sleeping inside her. His touches made her feel attractive, alluring, sexy. They'd made her feel wanted, and sometimes...even loved.

But it had seemed too much to ask from him, especially with his naturally flirtatious nature. No matter what Inuyasha told her, she just couldn't accept what every one else seemed to know.

Miroku was in love with her.

Years went on, and the more she got to know the pervert, the more she began to actually hope that it might be true. He was everything she needed-understanding, infinitely patient, boyish and charming. Of course he was also some things she did not need-flirty, quick handed and one hell of a hentai.

Yet she was not one to complain. After all, she was no prize catch either-at least not to anyone but Miro. He seemed to enjoy every slap, every foul-mouthed word that came out of her, and even her fierce over-protection of her only sibling. He seemed to love all of her, without doubt, without condition.

That day in the car, when he'd said he loved her, answering her without a second of hesitation, she knew he was the one for her-the only one. Miroku Houshi was a gift straight from the Gods, sent to a lowly girl.

Who was she to deny him?

Of course, even afterwards, she'd had her reservations. But he once again had proved to be her heavenly gift, remaining patient while she sorted out the mess in her head. He'd waited for her, again, after being denied so many times, for so many years.

And he'd loved every minute of it.

"Sango..."

Her name escaped his lips in a chocked whisper, breaking her train of thought, and letting loose the climax that she had been so desperately trying to hold back.

"Miroku!"

~~

Underneath your clothes

There's an endless story

There's the man I chose

There's my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey

"Hitomi's not going to come looking for us, is she?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head.

"Good."

With that, he lowered his lips to hers once more, passionate, but gentle. Her long slender fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them as she made her way down. A moment later, said shirt slid to the ground as his feet. With one palm flat on the wood, his other hand tried to free her skin to his gaze and touch. Soon her blouse lay open, her bra pushed up her chest, her exposed nipples erect from the cool night air.

He eagerly attended them, rolling each rosy peak with tongue and teeth, eliciting gasps and soft mewls from the girl beneath him. Her hands fisted at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to the sensitive flesh. A few minutes later, he moved on downwards, almost impatient when he reached the waist of her skirt.

"I am so fucking happy you wear so many damn skirts." He muttered against her tummy. She gave a little giggle, sounding a bit more husky than girlish.

He flipped up her skirt then, and she lifted her hips to allow him to slide her panties off, the garment falling to join this shirt on the ground.

He lowered his head, moaning aloud when her sweet taste hit his lips. He'd been thinking about it for most of the day, since their adventure in the kitchen earlier. And now that he was once again tasting her, he was absolutely positive-he was addicted.

She arched up, calling his name pleadingly as he slipped two fingers inside her wet heat. Golden eyes peered up at her face, twisted in ecstasy under his ministrations. Once again, he began to work almost expertly on her, tongue and hand in perfect synch as he pushed her beyond the limits of pleasure. Not a few minutes later, she was crying aloud, as an intense orgasm wracked her body. As she shivered from the aftershocks, he stood up straight, his hands moving to undo his pants.

She gasped just then, so taken by the sight before her, she began to wonder if she was actually dreaming.

The moonlight filtered in through the open door and various cracks in the old wooden walls. It all served to alight the virtual god standing there, his pure silver hair aglow in the shadowy room, framing his lean, well toned body, freely displayed for her. She watched as muscles rippled subtly under his perfect, tanned skin, with each movement he made. If at all possible, she was even more overwhelmed when he brought his eyes up to meet hers. Deep pools of liquid gold, darkened by his desire for her, flashing with love and contentment. No, this wasn't a dream, this was too real to be a dream.

He was really there, eyes burning into hers, an ever so faint smile gracing those pouting lips, hands gently caressing her bare skin, then settling on her waist.

This was too perfect to be a dream.

"Inuyasha..." She whispered, tears springing to her eyes from emotion. He leaned over her body, shushing her quietly as he pressed comforting kisses all over her face.

"Shhh. Don't cry Kagome, you know I hate to see you cry." She smiled.

"B-but...I'm happy."

"Me too."

"Inuyasha...I want to be with you forever, just like this." A single tear slipped down her cheek.

"You will. I swear it." He reached up and laid one hand on the rosary beads around his neck, the other on her chest, on top of the Shikon no Tama which rested there. " I swear on both of these, I'll never leave you."

Their lips met for a brief, chaste kiss. Kagome leaned up, and softly repeated her earlier request.

"Make love to me...Please."

He answered by pushing inside her, slowly and gently. He briefly wondered if she was at all sore from the past two days and their...activities.

All thought seemed to fly out of his head when he felt her sucking lightly on his neck. As an involuntary shiver passed through him, he entered her fully, remaining there for just a moment.

"This feel so right...to be inside you." He whispered. She sighed in response as he began to pull out just as slowly.

"I've never wanted anything as much as this...just to be with you." He continued to stroke in and out of her slowly, just reveling in the feel of her surrounding him, in the way she would mewl softly each time he filled her completely, the way her chocolate brown eyes seemed to shimmer as she gazed up at him. Leaning down he brought his lips to hers, gracing her with another gentle kiss.

"I love you...Kagome, I love everything about you...the way you feel, the way you taste, the way..." he suddenly thrust into her, hard and swift, causing her to yelp sharply.

"The way you sound when I do that," He did it again, drawing a low moan, "and that, " he thrust again., "And that..."

As her back arched up, and she called his name softly in response, his well kept control seemed to break, and he began pumping into her quickly, recklessly.

His wild abandon elicited the sweetest noises from the girl writhing beneath him, his name whispered from her lips like a broken record. As earlier, her legs were abruptly slung over each of his shoulders, granting deeper access for his throbbing shaft.

His thick white hair cascaded down, draping a silver, ethereal curtain around their joined bodies.

Melted chocolate met molten gold for a brief moment, before each succumbed to release almost simultaneously.

Soft walls contracted around tight muscle, coaxing each other into the far reaches of ecstasy, moans and gasps filling the centuries-old structure.

As both lay panting in the afterglow, a cool breeze floated in through the open door. Inuyasha leaned up, letting her legs fall to either side of him as he set butterfly kisses over her face. Looking into her eyes once more, he smiled, breathlessly whispering.

"I swear...I swear I'll never leave you."

Their lips joined together for a soul-searing kiss, seemingly sealing the vow he had made. A particularly bright beam of moonlight filtered through his curtain of sliver hair,

Hitting the Shikon no Tama directly in it's center, it caused the jewel to cast out a violet-gray aura over the bare skin of each lover. Neither seemed to notice the illusion it gave, the Shikon no Tama glowing brightly, seemingly on it's own, seemingly in response to the promise of devotion made from a man descended from a half-demon, to a woman descended from his miko love.

I love you more than all that's on the planet

Moving walking talking breathing

You know it's true

Oh babe it's so funny

You almost don't believe it

As every voice is hanging from the silence

Lamps are hanging from the ceiling

Like a lady tied to her manners

I'm tied up to this feeling

Rin wiped the sweat from his brow, kissing along the line of his jaw.

"Sesshie...I love you so much..."

He nuzzled her cheek in response, still a little too dazed to reply with words just yet. Hesitantly, he pulled out of her, then drew her up against his chest as he lay down. She snuggled in comfortably, long ago accustomed to this particular sleeping arrangement.

As she absently played with his strands of silver hair, she thought about the big event coming in only two short weeks.

"I can't believe it's so soon. Do you think anything will change between us?"

"Why would it? The only difference is you'll have a different ring." He muttered into her hair.

"It's not that simple. It's marriage. It's a big thing to some people."

"I know. It is. I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't think it wasn't important."

"For the record, you didn't ask. You just put this thing on me."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No."

"Well then?" She frowned.

"I'm not sure what my point was now...what was I talking about?"

"About how important marriage is."

"Right, good boy. It is really. It's something tangible that we can show to the whole world, let them see how much we love each other. It's a promise we can never go back on. It's binding." Sesshomaru was quiet for a moment.

"I...I have to be honest. I find it somewhat distrustful."

"Huh? How?"

"That one would need to have such a legally binding agreement to assure another they won't leave them. And even then, it's broken so often. It just doesn't mean what it used to."

"But without it, you would just be going on words alone."

"And I feel that should be enough. My words and my actions should be worth more than a ring and a scrap of paper."

She was silent for a moment, and he began to wonder if he'd upset her. Had he gone too far in his opinion?

"I can see why you think that way, Sess. It is kind of...pointless."

"I never said it was pointless. It's just not as meaningful as it once was."

"Sess...if, if things had been different...If I hadn't broken up with you, if you had never left...would you have given me the Shikon jewel?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because...because we were too young to understand it's importance then. And I was afraid. I can say I never doubted your love for me, Rin, but I was always afraid that giving it to you, that it would hold you down."

"Sess?" She turned to look at him, caught by surprise.

"It's true, what you said in the car. It's destiny. Our destiny. No matter what, we were meant to be torn apart. If not, you would not have become the beautiful and independent woman you are now. I would not have been who I am. I...I believe everything happens for a reason, and this just goes to show. We needed to grow into our Fate. And we did." He sighed, and kissed her cheek lovingly.

"I've told you how I feel about marriage. Don't you want to know why I even bothered proposing to you in the first place."

"No, I didn't. Is it just to make me happy?"

"No, truthfully. It's because this was also meant to happen. Our marriage is the culmination of our destiny Rin. That's why I do this with great pleasure. Because I love one woman more than anything, and I will spend the rest of my life trying my best to show her just how much that is."

They met for a brief kiss, sweet and soft, as if sealing his words.

A few moments later, when they had each pulled away, she still felt the happiness humming through her veins, giving her a giddy feeling.

"So who do you think will catch my bouquet? Sango or Kagome?"

"Does it matter?"

"No but I'm really curious to see who. Maybe there'll be some act of the Gods, and lightning will strike, split it in two, and then both of them will catch it! Wow, that would be neat."

"If your bouquet got hit by lightning, it would probably be burnt to ashes."

She was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"You always gotta know everything, don't you Fluffy?"

"You keep calling me that, and I'll push you off the bed."

"Don't threaten me, or you'll be going on the honeymoon alone."

This time, he was silent.

"You always have to get your way, don't you Rin?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you going to be like this for the rest of our lives?"

"Uh-huh."

He gave her a little squeeze, and nuzzled against the back of her neck.

"Good." He whispered, pressing a small kiss to her skin. "Good."

~~

She let out a soft moan, instantly relaxed as he applied firm pressure to the soles of her feet.

"That's good....right there."

He continued his foot massage, happily humming his favorite pirate tune softly. He hit a particularly good spot, and she moaned again.

"Ah, my angel of the afterglow, does that feel good?"

She nodded, too comfortable to reply. He chuckled and began to work on her toes.

Watching her face, he couldn't help but ask just what great deed he'd done to deserve the goddess sitting before him. She was the most perfect, most beautiful creature the Gods had ever created, and here he was, allowed to touch her, even if only her feet. Of course a few minutes ago was another story.

Everything she did exuded sexiness, especially when she was angry. Her eyes would burn brightly, her cheeks flushed, body tensed. Even now, as sporadic sighs and moans continued to escaper those full lips, she was already testing his control. Yes...yes he could definitely go again.

But she was tired, it was obvious. Instead he kept on rubbing, content with just being able to have his hands on her in some way.

Long ago, before he'd ever set eyes on Sango, he'd been quite a different person. Unlike Inuyasha, he hadn't had any trouble dating, though he was still no Cassanova. It seemed like he either laid the charm on too thick, let his hands have too much freedom, or just let his eyes wander too much.

No matter what he'd done wrong, he'd begun to think things were hopeless for him.

He'd had only one real girlfriend in his life before Sango. This girl named Koharu, from high school.

They'd actually had a rather long and content relationship. She looked past his lechery, and he in turn began to really listen to what she said. He'd learned a lot about women from her. He even started to wonder if he actually loved her.

Of course there was that one minor detail...

She'd been cheating on him since day one. And not just with one guy, no. He'd known for a long time, mainly because she did very little to hide it. But for some reason, he could not bring himself to end it. He just couldn't do it.

Finally, she had. It had been painful, and once again he'd learned from her.

In the months that followed their breakup, Inuyasha had been a constant source of comfort. But not too much later, Sess had left, and Inu had enough problems to deal with.

So instead, he'd looked inside himself. He began to ask himself just what keep him with Koharu, why he didn't break it off from the very start? Why did he kiss her, knowing she'd been with another only hours before? Why did he hold her, still able to smell another's cologne on her clothes? Why was he so weak?

Eventually, Koharu's parting words had finally sunk in. Even then, he'd begged her to think about it.

Instead of listening, she'd rolled her eyes and looked more than annoyed.

**

"Look Miro, you've known for a long time. How come you never did anything? How come you never confronted me?"

"Because I didn't want to lose you."

"You never had me. Don't you understand that? Not for a day."

"K-Koharu...Why?"

"I thought you would do something about it. I thought you would yell at me, or at least ask me to promise to be faithful. But you did nothing, Miroku. You just sat there and took it. You have to understand-I wasn't looking for a doormat, I was looking for a boyfriend. I just can't believe you didn't see which one of those you always were."

**

The moment those words had come back to him, he'd felt such anger. What right did she have, seeing other guys just to see what he'd do about it? What a bitch!

Then, after he'd calmed some, he realized that even though she had certainly packaged it wrong, she had done nothing but tell him the truth. He was a doormat.

He'd let her walk all over him for the entire time they were together, never once saying a negative thing to her. That's were he'd gone wrong.

He came to see what his problem had been. He'd been looking for the perfect relationship, at whatever cost necessary. It was tough to get a girl to look past his perverted behavior, and even harder for her to deal with his constant need for attention. It was like he couldn't be away from her. With Koharu, it felt like he was dying each hour she wasn't near.

It wasn't healthy, and it wasn't fair.

Why was he like this?

Perhaps it was the fact that he wanted so much to be like his parents, so in love. He wanted someone to look at him the way his mother looked at his father. They had their own brand of perfection. He wanted that too. So much, that it blinded him from seeing the problems it caused.

It wasn't an overnight change, not by far. It took willpower he never even knew he had. Strength to stay away from a harmful relationship, like with Koharu. Strength to change the way he treated every girl like they were the last one on earth. Strength to learn how to love someone the right way.

Then came that day, one he would never forget.

Long dark brown, down past her waist, framing the most angelic face he'd ever seen. Those doe-like eyes, burning with intensity, but seemed to cool when they met his own. He remembered those full lips, slightly parted as she watched him walk towards her. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he was down on one knee, seemingly right back where he'd started from.

Only this time...this time, things were going to be different.

He'd pursued her, and there were times when it seemed like she wasn't so opposed to his first question. Sometimes, mostly after he'd done something sweet for her, she would look at him with that same misty expression, trying to see past his regular actions. She was responding.

Nothing could stop him now.

Oh, yes, he still flirted with other girls, still ogled and gawked, but it was simply in jest. Or sometimes, just to see her eyes burn with passionate anger...he hoped someday they would burn with just passion for him.

As he switched feet, noticing that she was now half asleep, he smiled again.

His hard work and patience had paid off. In the end, he was the one she would be dreaming about in a few minutes. Sango was in love with him, and no one else.

`don't ever give up on her....'

A long forgotten voice suddenly popped into his head, and he sighed when he realized whom it belonged to. His "other father", Shoji. He could clearly recall his stories, and most importantly, his advice. He would constantly tell the story of how he had met his wife, and how he had never given up no matter how many times she denied him her heart.

Shoji knew. He knew and he taught Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, and himself just the lesson every person must one day learn.

"A life without love...is not a life worth living..."

Steady breathing was the only reply to his whisper. She was asleep.

Gently, he set down her foot, and moved to lay beside her. Sure, it would be another "Mission Impossible" morning, getting out before her parents realized he had stayed the night again-but Gods was it worth it!

Besides...Kohaku owed him a favor!

Wrapping her lithe body in his embrace, he pulled her close. His lips graced hers with the softest kiss, and he shut his eyes, letting sleep overtake him as well.

"I love you, my dumpling."

~~

"Were you really going to make me go home?"

"No, I would have let you sleep on the couch downstairs."

He chuckled, but she seemed to look serious.

"C'mon, your mom said it was okay. And it's not like we were gonna do anything in there."

"Yes we would."

"No, I do have control you know."

"Uh-huh. I know. I'm just saying, You wouldn't have lasted for five minutes."

"That's just mean! You don't seem to have much faith in me."

"I do! What I meant was that you wouldn't have lasted because I wouldn't have let you."

He stopped walking and gave her a funny look. Then his eyes widened in realization.

"Oh. Wow. Didn't know you were such a nympho?"

"Me either." She giggled. "It's your fault. You were the one who woke me up this morning. And then

proceeded to defile your kitchen table, which you still have not cleaned!"

"I'll get around to it." He muttered.

"Yeah, yeah...Anyway, I really didn't want my family hearing me, since you so casually mentioned how loud I am."

"And how." He grinned obnoxiously, wrapping his arm around her waist. "So that's what the walk was for huh? To get this outta our systems?"

She nodded, a faint blush gracing her cheeks.

"I just didn't plan for it to happen in the well house. It's the last thing I expected."

"It's just a well. Nothing scary about it."

"I fell down it once, that's why it's all boarded up." He suddenly stopped again.

"You what?"

"I fell down it. It was Buyo's fault, he was just walking along the edge of it, right when I was giving a tour, and I tried to grab him, and ended up falling in."

"Were you hurt?"

"Concussion and a fractured ankle. But it still scared the shit out of me. There were bones down there. I'd never noticed it before. Grandpa said they were demon bones, but...well call me delirious, but I could've sworn I saw a real skull down there. He boarded it up afterwards, put all those scrolls on it, had a big old ceremony too. I still don't like going in there. I usually just stand in the doorway, and talk from there."

"You're not traumatized are ya?"

She smiled coyly in the moonlight, casting a sideways glance to the man beside her.

"Not anymore."

The house was dark, Hitomi having finished the cleanup, and probably already in bed. The two ascended the stairs together, and down the hallway to Kagome's old room.

"Wow...it's funny. Feels kinda weird being in here again."

He nodded, recalling the time they'd shared in here. How he'd wanted to kiss her that night. How he'd wanted to hold her...

"It's just like you left it. Just a little dusty."

"Yeah. I guess I'll clean tomorrow... I have to unpack."

"Why bother? You're just gonna be repacking it next month you know."

"Well I don't want to live out of boxes while I'm still here!"

He shrugged as he sat down on the bed, kicking off his shoes. Shrugging out of the jacket he'd placed on her shoulders, she walked to her suitcase, searching for something comfortable to sleep in.

When she turned back, she was met with the sight of Inuyasha, wearing only a pair of boxers, stretching. 'wow....it's gonna take me a while to get used to that.'

"You're gonna sleep in your panties?" She asked. He rolled his eyes.

"They're not called panties, so don't be a bitch about it. Besides, would you prefer me to sleep in the nude?"

She hesitated answering for a moment, seriously tempted to say `yes'. But thoughts of a family member walking in and seeing him...no not a good idea.

"Tempting as it is, I'll settle for your man-panties." He growled.

"Hey, stop calling them panties!"

"I thought you'd feel better if I put `man' before it."

"You're pushing it."

"Fine, fine..." She walked over, setting her alarm clock on the nightstand by her bed, quickly setting it for nine am.

"What's that for?"

"To make sure we don't sleep all day."

"I wake up at eight naturally."

"Well I don't. I could probably sleep through a war."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to wake you up." He tried hard to hide his sly smile, but she caught on quick.

"Oh no! You're not doing that again! We're at my house, you can't just...you know...I mean-I...I said no!" She was blushing, flustered, trying to ignore the puppy dog expression he was giving her.

"Okay...I'll be good. Just this one though." He said sighing. Smiling triumphantly, she kissed him.

"I'm gonna wash up and change. I'll be back in a minute. Love you."

"Love you. Hurry up." She turned and walked out

He laid back, the faint, but unmistakable scent of strawberries wafting up from the bed around him.

Closing his eyes, eagerly waiting for her return, but more so for the actual task of waking her in the morning-she would be mad, but he was pretty sure he could...persuade her to see things his way. He grinned a grin that would turn Mushin and Miroku green with envy.

"Keh...not like she could've stopped me anyway."

Underneath your clothes

There's an endless story

There's the man I chose

There's my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl

For being such a good girl....

Woooweeee.....

Man that was fun, huh?

Anyone for hide and go seek?

Thanks for reading. More to come in a day or two.

~Sabichan~