A/N: This was a WIP for Day 2: "Rough" for inuyasha-smut-nights and I still haven't finished it! But I wanted to post what I had since it had been so long. It doesn't really GET THERE yet but hopefully someday it will. Things to keep in mind: they've been married for a little while, and I HC Inuyasha to eventually be able to grow a beard that kagome sometimes makes him shave… InuKag NSFW.

Kagome is looking at him like she's got a score to settle- scratch that. Like she's settled the score, and she's here to collect.

And she's never looked at him like that before, but he has been looked at like that before. By creatures wanting to tear him apart- and he has a feeling she's not far from that end point.

So he takes a tentative step back mentally, but physically he's standing still; unable to move from the spot she's fixated on. Giving her whatever she wants, everything she wants, and if that's to stare at his naked body, then so be it.

Inuyasha doesn't typically get cold, but he enjoys the warmth of a fire after being out for days in the wet unwelcome arms of snow. And without preamble or warning he stripped in the middle of their room and plotted himself standing close to the snapping flames, unaware of how the dancing shadows played games onto the tan plane of muscles on his shoulders, hips, abdomen, legs…

Kagome's breath hitched in her throat like dry sand, swallowing and pausing at the entrance of their hut to stare at him.

And honestly it's not like he hasn't done the same to her before.

He's practically committed to memory the gentle swell of her hips and the patch of tight black curls between her slim muscular thighs, her flat smooth belly, the cage of barely noticeable ribs, made more prominent with her breathing in the late afternoon sun, and above them the swell of her breasts capped with pink flushed, erect nipples.

And he enjoys looking at her.

Looking at her like he's never looked at anyone in his life.

But now everything is flipped and she's the one looking. And it's not just about the fact someone is staring at him naked, not just about how coarse he knows he must look, and how beaten and weathered and un-human he is compared to her perfection.

It's how she's looking at him like none of that matters.

Like all the things he thinks of himself, has new meaning in her eyes, and she sweeps her tongue across her parted lips so he has to drop his eyes from her stare to repress a shiver.

When he drops his eyes though, he looks straight at his cock and it's standing up hard.

Harder than it's possibly ever been, even if that thought itself is blasphemy, he thinks it anyway. It's swollen and bobbing as he inhales sharply, knowing that she can see it glistening the same as he can.

His mind doesn't crawl to a complete stop, but for a few seconds he thinks he's dead and stands motionless as he watches the shadow of his wife throw his cock into darkness.

"Inuyasha?"

He flickers his gaze up at her and it's the first time that he notices that she's slipped out of her pants and undone the knot of her priestess shirt as it hangs with nothing else underneath.

He swallows tightly, a hum building to a groan in his chest; his chest, that is being touched by the smooth palms of his wife like the back of riverbed stones, as she slides them down to wrap casually around his cock and pulls a soft gasp from him.

A stroke, a twitch, and then she's coaxing him down to the floor and he lets himself go long enough to let her guide him.

He knows how they got here, but something must be in the air that's fooling with his psyche because for the life of him he couldn't piece it together.

It's just a miracle. A miracle. Every time.

Their lips don't meet, but other parts of her mouth are sliding against his body, starting at the stubble of his jaw and moving like a sailor on calm waters down his chest; wet and knowing and precise. She laps and nips at him where she knows it'll make him melt down further into the fur carpet underneath them.

He falls flat against the soft surface, feeling like a king and a feast all at once.

When he finally manages to blink eyes at her, she gives him a tiny smile. Nothing false in it. Although to be honest, he's not sure he's ever seen her smile in a way she didn't completely mean. Unless she's smiling maliciously with a mix of mirth, in which case even then you could say she smiled meaningfully.

Her breath is fanning hot and moist against the kindling skin of his thighs, "You want me to put it in my mouth?"

"God." He takes a deep breath and she doesn't take her eyes off the way it lures the bones of his rib to draw reliefs in his skin. The fire burns.

"Hmm?" She persuades, drawing a stripe from the base of his cock to the head with her tongue, holding him up with a single finger underneath the slit at his tip. He hisses and creeps his hands into fists as he tries to grapple for a handle on his sanity. But it's insistent on slipping from him, more than ready to jump into delirium.

"Y-yeah," he croaks.

Then the warm small encase of her mouth closes around him, and he can't think at all.

He catches a glimpse of her in between moments where he's conscious of her and when he's only conscious of the sensation of her, and he sees her hungry expression, tongue once more passing over her lips as she runs her thumb along the vein that snakes up his underside and takes him into her pouty red mouth again; bobbing and slurping.

He couldn't move, he shouldn't;if he moves he might break her rhythm…but all he wants to do is rock his hips up and thrust into that mouth.

The flickering idea to show her who's dominant, even with his dick in between her teeth, burns fleetingly but bright in the back of his eyes and he controls it; holds it at bay.

But then she nips at him and his insides grow cold, shriveling up inside into a cool and delicious ball.

His eyes snap open and he studies her, biting his lip. This Kagome isn't timid or afraid or insecure; she moves with precise strokes and expert licks. She stares at him with giant doe-like eyes with her lips at the base of him like she knows precisely what she wants, and she's looking at him like she fully expects to get it.

"Kagome…"

When he lays a hand on her head, the small gesture of her placing her own over his gently- gives him the courage to sink his fingers into those thick midnight curls on her head that spill over his fingers like sand and push.

../wip

Might continue this one later.