I Fell for Myself by Stella Mira

Lemme Put It to You This Way

When Kagome returned, Inuyasha took one whiff of her, and exploded in bouts of laughter. "I – I can't believe it… You…you fucking scent-marked him! This is so priceless!"

Kagome's patience was coming undone like silk threads, thin, breakable. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Though amused, the hanyō was aware of the threat in her voice, the unsaid I will hurt you if you won't be serious. "He didn't explain this stuff to you?"

A wry sneer curved her lips, fire lapped at the gold of her irises. "What do you think?"

It was too much. Inuyasha could help neither his laughter nor his penchant for bad puns. "Figures the asshole didn't have the balls to tell you. Oh, wait, you are the one with the balls now either way."

"Inuyasha." Poison dripping. Grass sizzling. "Talk."

"Jeez, woman, the more you stay in his body the more that stick goes up your ass. If we don't switch you back soon enough, it might be too fucking late…" He stared at the charred earth, gulped, nearly cringed. "First off, did anything unusual happen at the village? Did anyone threaten Sesshōmaru or try to attack him and such?"

A nod, seething restriction, bloodheat. The mere thought of that bastard was enough to rouse her wrath, make her seek his trail, finish what she started. "Several human males tried to get him to sleep with them if that counts?"

Inuyasha nodded, speculated the sequence of events. "Lemme guess. You felt your blood boil damn hot at the sight, jumped in like a fucking dog in shining armor, and saved the man-damsel in distress?"

"Yes." Succinct, weary, Kagome wished for this conversation to be over, for Inuyasha to finally make his point – and he did.

"Lemme put it to you this way. You put a claim on him 'cause you obviously dig him."

But it wasn't what Kagome would have liked or expected to hear. "I – what?"

Inuyasha all but shrugged, as if her reactions were as natural as the rustling of leaves or the dew after the rain. "It's inuyōkai instincts – plain and simple. Dogs are pretty much exclusive and territorial when it comes to their chew toys. You're into the guy, wench more likely, so you made sure everybody else knew that and backed off."

Still, she didn't wish to acknowledge it, pressed him for a different answer – in vain. "What do you mean I'm into him?"

"I mean you wanna be into him! Fuck, don't make me break it down for you! How much more do I need to explain?" Cheeks crimson-stained, the hanyō cursed, brushed her off – he walked away but not before dealing one last blow. "Oh, and now he knows that, too!"