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A/N: I started this piece two years ago, and I finally figured out what was missing from it! Hope you guys are able to enjoy it because I’m stoked with how it turned out.

Summary: Post!Cannon. InuYasha and Kagome have been married for a few months and spend an evening under the stars.

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There wasn’t a cloud in sight tonight, and deep hues of blue and purple stretched out much further than Musahi’s domain. A few months passed since Kagome returned through the Bone Eater’s Well, and spring already yielded to the sticky humidity of summer. InuYasha hardly noticed it. With Kagome around, he didn’t pay attention to the lengths of the days or how cool the shade could keep him. He just paid attention to her.

InuYasha breathed in the scent of lilies and bergamot; he couldn’t hide his smile if he tried. It only widened at the telltale sound of soft footfalls. “How’d it go?” He asked Kagome before she could even sit down.

“It was another false alarm.”

“Damn. Even before it’s born, that kid’s a handful.”

Kagome laughed, taking her seat beside the half-demon. “I missed this,” she confessed, smoothing out her red hakama.

“We were just here this afternoon,” InuYasha carped, ‘cause sure, the grass was a darker shade of green now that the sun had set, but it was still the same damn place. He watched his wife for a moment, noticed how the nearby fireflies followed her—how they circled them both in an ethereal glow.

Kagome sighed, turning her attention skyward. “It’s just that back in the other world, I used to sneak into the mini-shrine after everyone was asleep. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I still got mad when I’d hop in the well, look up, and see the roof.” She brought her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

The other world... InuYasha thought to himself, following her gaze. “I would’ve killed for that view; I hated looking up and seeing this shit,” he countered, offering Kagome a lopsided grin. She hummed her acknowledgment, resting her head on the tops of her knees.

Four years ago, the two spent tons of nights like this, although pops from the fire and idle chatter from their friends usually kept them company. For three of those years, the only things InuYasha got to keep were the memories. Part of him believed it was meant to end up that way. Felt down to the bone that it was best for someone like Kagome to be with family, friends, and those pesky tests from her world. He practically dragged her through the well when they were looking for the Sacred Jewel shards and Naraku, so InuYasha never once considered that a world without him could be as empty as she described. Figured she just wouldn’t have the time to miss him. It was a lucky break that Kagome returned to this world saying she wanted to stay. Now, all they had was time. Time for him to wait around while she helped villagers, time to sit with her when she was done, and time to protect her so she’d be able to do the same for him.

“InuYasha, what are you thinking about?” Kagome asked, reaching out to brush her hand against his arm. The half-demon flopped backwards, crushing the damp grass below.

He pillowed his head with his hands, turning to look up at Kagome. InuYasha liked the dip of her nose, the way her lips rested. “How I’m always going to protect you,” he replied. It wasn’t a new declaration, but he still meant it. Besides, he couldn’t send her away when things got tough anymore, and Kagome couldn’t run home if she got mad at him–well, that wasn’t exactly true. The second Kagome grabbed his hand a few months back, he became the home she’d run to. The same kind of home she’d been to him for so long.

Kagome leaned over InuYasha, reaching down to caress his cheek. “Keep talking,” she told him, batting her eyelashes prettily. There was no way he’d deny her.

“What am I supposed to talk about, Woman?” InuYasha barked, his gruff frown staying put even after it elicited a small bout of laughter from the priestess—damn, she was a sight though. Hair black as ink on a scroll, scrunched nose with a smile.

“Anything,” Kagome said, drawing out the word so longingly that InuYasha almost asked her to keep talking.

“You’re distracting me,” InuYasha pointed out since Kagome made a habit of it. She distracted him from all sorts of stuff like the Sacred Jewel, his dreams of becoming a great demon, his insecurities, and the typical destiny of half-demons. Yet all she could do in light of the notion was ease herself down beside him like she belonged there. And for the record, she always had.

“Oh?”

InuYasha just wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Kagome rested her head on his chest, tracing circles across the robe of the fire rat. “I’m trying to stargaze–isn’t that why you told me to wait out here in the first place?”

“Yep, and I’m so sorry,” Kagome offered half-heartedly, shifting around so she could look over at him. InuYasha couldn’t really describe it; they were together under a dark night sky, but somehow Kagome made it feel as if they were looking up at a clear morning one. The type where the sun made a measly wick in oil out of the night’s brightest campfire.

“You should apologize since you’re the one that wanted me to look at these damn things. Coulda been home by the fire,” InuYasha scoffed.

“Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up a little?” Kagome asked, and before he could answer she started kissing stars across his jaw, his cheeks, and forehead. InuYasha closed his eyes, claws skimming the fabric by her hips. He wanted to pull her flush to him, feel her weight. “Kagome...” Her name trickled like a line, turning each peck into a constellation.

“InuYasha,” Kagome echoed, lips hovering teasingly above his. But he learned never to hesitate, just to kiss her whenever he could.

InuYasha moved languidly in tandem with her lips. The half-demon brushed the pad of his thumb across her cheek while she repositioned herself, hoisting her leg across his torso to straddle him. “You know, I used to never believe in people like you.”

“Time travelers?” Kagome asked, snapping out of her haze and cocking her head to the side.

“No, Stupid, I was one of those too,” InuYasha deadpanned, earning him a playful pout. “Humans like you.” He used to not need them, either. In the past, he never needed anyone. At least, that’s what he told himself when he decided to carve out a place for one. The notion became the foundation of his home, a mantra that tagged along everywhere he went since no one bothered challenging it.

“Until Mistress Centipede popped out of the well, I also didn’t believe in you.”

“Really? It was that old crone?”

“Oh yeah, Gramps used to tell me stories about ghosts and demons growing up, but I never bought any of it. Imagine my surprise when Mistress Centipede was dragging me to this world. Then I met you, and I had no choice but to believe,” she explained.

“Guess I kinda owe her one for that,” InuYasha admitted.

“She did tie us together, kind of like how we are now—huh?”

“I think you mean,” InuYasha paused for a moment, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug, “she tied us like this.” He squeezed her even tighter.

Kagome’s surprised squeak transformed into a fit of giggles as InuYasha ran his hands up her back and bent his head down to kiss her neck. “InuYasha, stop it,” she chided, pushing against his chest, but he didn’t move. “It wasn’t like this!”

InuYasha took the opportunity to switch positions. In seconds Kagome was gazing up at him, black hair fanning out on the grass. He caged her in, knees on either side of her waist, palms of his hands resting by her ears. His silver hair curtained them. “You’re right, we were pinned just like this,” he concurred.

“No, you were pinned,” she countered, reaching up to grab his forelocks. InuYasha raised his brow and Kagome shot him a coy smirk before jerking them down. InuYasha closed his eyes, his nose now brushing against hers. “But I remember us being like this. Tell me, InuYasha, do you still want me to let go of you?”

“No,” he replied, and she tugged on his forelocks a second time to bring their lips together.

InuYasha pulled back from her to give them just enough room to grab a breath. Just a moment so he could remind himself of where they were, but he didn’t need it. The half-demon dipped down to kiss her again, brushing his tongue along her lips until they opened and her arms encircled him. A rush of energy sparked in his core, and when he inhaled, there was so much of Kagome. Her scent and touch and taste.

How'd he do it? How’d he inspire Kagome to travel through time to end up in his arms? To end up in this place where there were forests that stretched on forever and demons and wooden carts instead of pink iron ones? “Kagome,” he said, lifting himself up. Tousled tendrils of her dark hair framed her features, making her nearly glow. They fell to the side when she wrapped her arms around his waist. InuYasha moved to lay next to her instead, resting his head in the palm of his hand and draping an arm around her. “What you said earlier… me, too.”

“What?”

InuYasha tucked Kagome’s hair behind her ears. “About having to believe in people like me. I’m really glad we met.”

“InuYasha…” His ear twitched at the sudden sound of several straw sandals crunching in the distance. He rolled over to flop on his back and grabbed Kagome’s hand. “InuYasha?” She inquired, but he didn’t have to answer her.

“I can smell them, they’re right over here!” Shippo announced and the half-demon groaned, slapping his free hand over his face and sliding it down. He stood up then, careful of the hand he was holding. InuYasha wordlessly stuck out his other hand and helped Kagome up.

“Man, we shoulda just gone home,” he grumbled, glaring ahead as Kagome brushed off her hakama. “What the hell are you lot doing out this late?” InuYasha called out while Kagome stood on her tiptoes to pluck a piece of grass out of his hair.

“Shippo decided to test out a new fox demon technique that woke up Hisui and the girls,” Sango explained.

“We decided to take a walk; hope we aren’t interrupting anything,” Miroku added with a predictable waggle of his brows.

InuYasha scowled. “As if,” he huffed, stuffing his hands into his sleeves.

“I asked InuYasha if we could sit outside for a few minutes to stargaze,” Kagome said, letting go of his hand to walk up the hillside.

InuYasha watched as she joined their friends. Kagome looked right standing with all of them.

He didn’t get the chance to tell her that when they met, she gave him no choice but to believe in the people like her, too. Kagome was the human who tossed offerings from villagers and family heirlooms to a half-demon like him as if he earned them. It was Kagome who laid out plans to carve out a place fit for a village and wanted him there. Kagome, the one who InuYasha’d never need because he hadn’t ever needed anyone before. But her ridiculous clothes and her floral scent changed his mantra. He hadn’t even noticed it—still couldn’t name the moment he found a home in Kagome. It just happened. She told him he wasn’t alone anymore and when he looked around, he saw everyone standing there; a priestess, a fox-demon, a monk, a demon slayer, and their family.

“Come on, InuYasha!” Kagome hollered and said half-demon shook his head. “Are you going stay down there?”

“Are you kiddin’!?” InuYasha bounced back, starting the stomp to their sides. InuYasha threw his arms back for his head to rest on. “I ain’t going to stay anywhere, not without you,” he told Kagome, offering the hill a passing glance. He had a feeling he’d be back tomorrow.

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