#f1ourish

Kagome mused for a moment before grabbing the banana one.  While cookie dough was her favorite, she knew the chocolate chips would upset her boyfriend’s stomach and he had no self control, so he’d eat it anyway.  She managed to get all her items into her nylon shopping bag and zipped it closed, glad nothing would get soaked in her short walk from the store to the apartment.  Her umbrella did little to keep her lower half dry, but at least her head wasn’t dripping by the time she walked into the building.  The entry was slick from everyone else’s umbrellas and boots tracking water over the tile.  She didn’t envy the super.

There was light music coming from the radio when she unlocked the apartment door and the sound of dishes clattering.  “Hey,” she greeted, taking a moment to remove her boots at the door and peel out of her raincoat.

“Hey,” he returned, finishing unloading the dishwasher and leaning sideways to accept her kiss on his cheek.  “You didn’t have to stop, you know,” he reminded her.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t have to go out this weekend if we didn’t want to.  This rain is supposed to last the next couple days.”  He hummed in acknowledgement, letting her squeeze past him to get to the fridge in their tiny kitchen.  She unpacked the shopping bag, making sure to put the ice cream in right away, and sighed softly as Inuyasha pressed up behind her to hug around her middle.  “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hm. I missed you all day.”

“Did you?” she teased.  He growled, lightly nipping the back of her neck.  A growl outside followed, drawing their attention out through the small kitchen window.  The flashes of lightning were still fairly far away, the rolls of thunder distant, but he could tell the storm was bound to be a doozy.  His ear flicked as the radio followed up his thought with a short weather report to confirm that there were driving winds and some intense lightning activity.

“I’m going to put the flashlight in the bedroom and a few candles in the bathroom,” he murmured, slipping from around her to go about his self-appointed task.

“How romantic.”  Kagome grinned as she started a pan on the stove to cook the frozen stir fry she’d grabbed to simplify dinner that night.  She hummed along to the song on the radio, hips swaying slightly as she turned the chicken and vegetables with a spoon.  The sounds coming from the hall closet indicated that Inuyasha was struggling to find the flashlight, but an “aha” of triumph meant he’d located it.  The sound of thunder became less distant, the flashes of light and the accompanying sound happening in quicker succession.  Kagome winced as a particularly loud bang rattled the framed pictures on the wall and the glasses in the cupboard.  A whine and snap, then total darkness.  “Inuyasha!”

“I didn’t do it!”

Despite the initial fear, she rolled her eyes at his automatic response.  “I know it wasn’t you.  Where’s that…”  He interrupted, entering the kitchen with the flashlight she’d been asking for.  “Well now what?!” she sighed in frustration.  Their food was nowhere near done and without electricity, they couldn’t finish cooking it.

“It’ll probably come right back on.”  Another roll of thunder shook the apartment building and they saw the rest of the block lose power through the window.  “Ok, maybe not.”

“All those groceries!” Kagome lamented.  She thought through what she’d gotten to determine what they could eat for dinner without cooking it.  Pretty much nothing.

Inuyasha turned her away from the cupboards by gripping her hips, his large hands on her waist stealing her attention from her mental inventory.  He took advantage of her moment of confusion and kissed her, lips dragging her into his arms with their drugging appeal alone.  Kagome let out the tiniest whimper when he pulled back, molten amber eyes and a smug grin lit by a flash through the window. "Don't you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!"

He chuckled. "It's just a power outage, Kagome. It won't last that long."  A roaring crack of thunder seemed to be arguing with his assessment.  “Even if it does, we leave the fridge closed, nothing will spoil.”

“That ice cream was five dollars!” she cried, waving a hand at the freezer.

His golden gaze slid to the appliance for a moment before his grin turned wicked. “Guess we’ll have to eat it all now.”

“Inuyasha,” she growled.  He only chuckled.  He, more than anyone, knew she was far more bark than bite.  “We can’t eat just ice cream for dinner.”