I can't exactly find a time or place for this in the canon, so consider it more of just a stream of consciousness. But I really like it. Hope you guys do too.

Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the warmth of the fire-rat cloth under my fingers. Never quite sure if it was from the heat of his skin, or the fire-rat was always like that, but I liked to imagine it was the former. Coarse fabric gripped between my fingers while he ran across the forest, our hair whipping together through the air.

The exhilaration of leaping from tree to tree really did make the adrenaline pump through my system in a way that no rollercoaster could recreate. I knew I wasn't doing the running and somehow I always found myself gasping by then end. Then like a school girl riding a horse for the first time, my thighs would tighten around his torso at every mean jump that required extra support. Whether he didn't notice the difference or just refused to acknowledge the effects on carrying me during a run, I never found out. At the end of the day, I didn't need to know, just hope that he would take me again.

If I pictured him just before he would pick me up to take off, his beautiful golden eyes would have a sparkle and his mouth would sport an infectious, silly grin. He would never see my returning one into his shoulder.

There was one time during our first couple of rides, when my fingers dug too deep into his shoulders, and he stopped suddenly to growl. I was caught so off guard by the sudden stop that I only had a split second to notice the darker shade in his half-lidded eye looking over my hands at my face. I could feel my face warm up with the blood rushing to my cheeks. The next second is still a bit confusing to me. Part of me swears he just growled, "Fuck me," in a deeper tone than I had ever heard from him, and then he started off like nothing happened.

We never spoke of it. But I wish we did. Then I could know if he meant it.

Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think?