Discomfort by Nefret

Discomfort

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own, Inuyasha. The characters are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and I am making no money from this story. 

A quickie, written for Nobody's Uncomfortable challenge. Exactly 200 words. (Very short, but oh well). 

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She was at the end of her tether, really. She’d tried absolutely everything, to no avail. 

The man, she concluded, was dull. 

All she wanted was a little spice in their relationship. Sure, sex was great, but she wanted adventurous sex. Something illicit, and a little bit naughty.

She’d never expected him to be a stickler for straight up, man-on-top, face each other, ordinary sex. 

He had no fantasies (at least, none he’d admit to), no fetishes, no desire for whips, bondage, leather, S&M. 

As a last ditch attempt she held a single feather between her fingers, twirling it seductively.  She straddled his waist, leaning over him as he lay beneath her, his hands bound to bedstand. If this doesn’t work, I’m giving up, she mused, smirking deviously and running the feather up his side. 

He twitched suddenly. 

“Cease, Kagome,” he said, in a low dangerous tone. 

“No,” she replied gleefully. “No, I don’t think I will.” She ran the feather up his side again, grinning in delight. 

“You will cease,” he said, sounding surprisingly panicked, as he pulled away from her. 

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, leaning back. “Are you alright?” 

“It tickles,” he replied petulantly.