I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
Kagome sat by the fire, shivering, wrapped up in her husbands fire rat jacket against the cold. Her clothes, thoroughly wetted by her tumble into the stream that fed their garden pond, were hung up on the veranda, there to drip and freeze dry. The house, unoccupied most of the day, was cool.
InuYasha slid the door to the sleep room closed, and carried an extra bed cover with him.
Ataes out like a light, he said, He draped the quilt around her shoulders then sat down next to her.
Youre sure hes all right? He got mighty wet, she said, looking up him.
Sure. A warm bath, hot dinner, and hes fine. Part youkai, remember? Cant say the same thing about my wife. He moved behind her, took off her jacket and quilt and draped both around her front. I h