InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bed Ridden ❯ Out of the Frying Pan ( Chapter 6 )

General Group Info: Round Robin #1 for Monk_and_Miko

Title: Bed Ridden

Summary: He's lived through a cursed hand, demons, and a hanyou with an attitude-but can our sixteenth century Houshi live through the stimulation of the twentieth century? (MK)

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Author: Horridporrid

Chapter Summary: That darn cat!

Disclaimer: "Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail! Hippity, Hoppity, Hippity Hoppity…" And yet - still no.

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Chapter 6: Out of the Frying Pan!

"...oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God..." Kagome burst into her room and threw herself face first onto her bed, smothering her chanting with the pillow. With a pained moan she flipped over onto her back and glared up at the ceiling. "I'm going to kill him," she intoned solemnly. The ceiling didn't seem to care, so she upped her glare to a laser-death-stare. "I'm going to KILL HIM!" she shrieked. The ceiling remained unmoved so she pressed her hands over her eyes and prepared to wallow in her own social ruin. Because it wasn't enough that she was a walking encyclopedia of strange and often contradictory diseases. Oh, no! Now she was the first engaged-to-be-MARRIED girl of her class! Without ever going out on one real date! Well, to completion anyway. If the whispering in the hallways had been bad before... hopelessly, Kagome started the chanting up again...

...and was interrupted by a diffident knock on her door. Kagome sighed loudly, and gave in to the inevitable. "Come in," she said in her best my-life-is-over-all-that's-left-is-the-burial voice. The door creaked slowly open and bare feet, accompanied by the light tapping of a cane, padded quietly across the floor, coming to a stop by her bed. A weight settled carefully down next to her, and Kagome shifted over begrudgingly. But only so she didn't have to touch the newly discovered bane of her existence -- not because she was being welcoming -- no sir! No welcome for the latest pox on her life!

"Kagome, are you alright?"

"Oh sure. I'm just peachy." Kagome lowered one hand slightly to glare at the reason for her current crisis, just in case he'd missed the sarcasm. Miroku seemed unaffected. He just sat there looking completely innocent in his white oxford shirt and faded blue-jeans. (And thank God and her mother he hadn't been wearing his monk robes when he met her friends -- that would have raised `embarrassing' to a whole new level!) The glare still wasn't working. Probably because she was doing it with just one eye. Well, he wasn't going to get two - that was for sure! After a final glare she covered her eye again.

"Mmhm."

Kagome bristled. She knew that sound. Was that big jerk trying not to laugh? She lowered both hands this time and there he was -- staring down at her with his patented I'm-not-smiling smile!

"I'm glad to see you're amused," she said stiffly. "Meanwhile, my life is over. As if I wasn't a big enough weirdo before. I might as well wear a sign." Kagome flounced about a bit, shifting into a more comfortable position. "People will point me out on the street. Mothers will pull their children away, `Don't touch her! She oozes!'"

"Oozes?" Now Miroku was openly smiling down at her as he brushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. And for some reason, there was suddenly a strange tingling sensation in her stomach.

Kagome swallowed, determined to ignore any tingling. It was probably just gas - too much junk food. "You know what I mean! Or you would if you'd ever gone to highschool. Believe me, highschool rumor mills could give Naraku lessons in ruthlessness and what are you staring at?"

Because Miroku's gaze had been snagged by something about midway down the bed, and he was looking at it in that way he'd recently developed. It was a look similar to his battle face, all intense focus and singleness of purpose, but with a searing kind of heat that seemed to burn away all of Kagome's good judgment. When he'd kissed her the other day, that was how he'd been looking at her. And she would swear he'd had a similar look on his face during the blackout. How else to explain the heat that had coursed through her body when he'd held her in his arms? So she was almost expecting it when the tingling in her stomach morphed into a strange but not unpleasant warmth that seemed to pulse through her veins with every beat of her heart.

With a shivery throb of anticipation she propped herself up on her elbows to better see what had captured Miroku's attention. And, oh -- yeah. Apparently she hadn't fully realized the side-effects of flinging oneself about while lying on a bed. Her skirt, always short to begin with because that's how everyone wore them, had ridden up her legs. Had ridden really far up her legs judging by the flash of lavender panties. Later, Kagome would wonder why she didn't immediately shriek and cover herself.

But at the time she just watched through a dreamlike haze as Miroku slowly stretched out one perfectly tanned arm towards the rumpled folds of heavy green fabric. And with an intense sort of clarity she noticed for the first time how smooth and strong and beautiful Miroku's hand was, and she felt a spike of sorrow that he had to keep the other one covered. But then his fingers grasped the hem of her skirt and the back of his hand was brushing down her thighs, and liquid heat pooled low in her belly, and he was pulling her skirt back down, which was a really, really nice thing to do, and she was biting her lower lip hard enough to hurt, and then he was looking at her and saying something, but there was a strange thundering in her ears that may have been her heart, and she felt herself whimper.

Miroku was staring at her, his eyes serious and dark, and his hand was resting on her bare thigh, his fingers tickling the inside of her knee. Kagome knew she should say something to break the spell they seemed to be under, but then he was lowering his head to hers and his lips were brushing softly against hers, and she was having enough trouble just breathing, so speaking was definitely out.

Kagome had been kissed by Miroku before. And for all of her protestations it had been nice - sweet even. But this kiss quickly moved into something far removed from sweet, something far richer than nice. His tongue tickled at her lips and when she gasped in surprise he invaded her mouth and stroked his tongue against hers, so she stroked back, and then he was licking and sucking and consuming her and she melted into him.

Slowly she realized that he had moved until he was lying on top of her so she shifted her legs so he could settle comfortably between them, and he hooked her knee with his hand and pulled it up so that she was spread wide beneath him. There was something large and demanding and intensely male pushing against her and instead of scaring her it seemed only right and necessary. So when he started moving in an ancient rhythm, a rhythm that echoed her heartbeat and his, her only choice was to move with him.

Miroku broke their kiss with a gasp and pressed his cheek against hers, burning her with the heat of his skin, and Kagome clutched at his back, gathering the crisp cotton fabric of his shirt into her fists. He was moaning in her ear and whispering her name like she was his own personal salvation, and she wrapped her legs up high around his waist to better press up against him, and then suddenly he yelped and twitched off of her and Buyo was sliding off of Miroku's back to land with an undignified plop on the floor.

Kagome sat up. She carefully straightened out her skirt and shifted so she was sitting with her back to the wall, legs extended before her and primly crossed at the ankles. She saw Miroku turn towards her out of the corner of her eye and she moved swiftly off of the bed. "I - I have to uh..." she stammered uncertainly, and then she hightailed it out of the room, totally cutting off Buyo's dignified exit and earning herself a disgruntled meow. She didn't stop until she was in the bathroom with the lock turned and her back against the door.

Her legs were trembling and her heart was pounding and she felt like she'd just run a marathon. Breathing shakily, Kagome stumbled over to the sink. Bracing herself on the cool porcelain she peered into the mirror. Her eyes were huge, her eyelashes dewy with perspiration, her face was flushed and her lips were red and swollen. She looked like - like... "I look like I've just experienced a major make-out session," Kagome croaked.

Flinching at the sound of her voice, like speaking made it so, Kagome sank down to sit on the edge of the tub and dropped her face into her hands. "Oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God..."

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