InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bed Ridden ❯ Don't Know and Have No Opinion ( Chapter 15 )

General Info:Round Robin #1 for the Monk_and_Miko Yahoo! Group.

Title:Bed Ridden

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

Rating:PG-13

Chapter Author:Crash

Chapter Summary:A little midnightsnack in the kitchen.

Disclaimer:I hold no rights to Inuyasha in any way.

Author Note:I, for once, have finally written something that will further the plot line. Go figure. Hope everyone enjoys. And no skinning me if you don't like it. Or there will never be another bit of smut in this fic. Since it seems I'm the only one that really starts it. *shrugs* Go read.

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Chapter 15: Don't Know and have No Opinion

Kagome had gone straight to her room after they got home, completely
ignoring her family as she nearly ran up the stairs. She peeled the
hideous brown jacket off and tossed it out into the hallway before
slamming her bedroom door. She gently took off her ruined dress,
lamenting the broken strap. Carefully looking over the damage, she
decided that it could be fixed and sat down at her desk in just her
underwear, digging out her sewing kit.

It would take her a while, but she was determined to fix it.
Anything so she could stay in her room and avoid telling her family
why she had come home so early. With Miroku. Wearing his hideous
brown jacket.

And she would do even more to avoid seeing Miroku. She had ruined
his date with that nurse, in more ways than just one. She had even
gotten her family involved in her terrible plot for revenge over
something that really shouldn't have bothered her. She let Inuyasha
get away with much more. She always ended up returning to his side
after he had done or said something stupid, or run off to see Kikyo.

All Miroku had done was go out on one ... ONE ... date with that
flirtatious nurse. Besides, he couldn't really be blamed for being
cursed to an early death so that he needed an heir as soon as he
could get one. And if the way the demons screamed when they were
sucked into his hand, it wasn't going to be a very nice death.
Though could anyone really call any death 'nice'?

Kagome sighed as she looked down at the work her hands had been doing
while her thoughts had been running wild. She was quite amazed to
see that her dress was as good as new again. She turned to look at
the clock beside her bed and saw that over three and a half hours had
passed since she had gotten home.

Her family had definitely gone to bed already, so she wouldn't have
to deal with them until the next morning. And she hadn't eaten
dinner at the restaurant earlier, due to the power outage and the
demon attack. But she wasn't sure if she wanted to chance going to
the kitchen and possibly running into a waiting Miroku. Her stomach
grumbling loudly solved her inner debate. There was no way she'd be
able to wait until breakfast the next morning.

She looked down at herself and `eep'ed, realizing she had been
sitting in her room in just her panties and bra for almost four hours
now. With a sigh, she put away her sewing kit, then stood up and
tossed the dress in her clothes hamper. Quickly she changed her
clothes and peeked out into the hallway. She didn't see any light
coming from anywhere, and she heard no sounds, other than the soft
snoring of Jii-chan.

Kagome crept out of her room, towards the stairs, careful to avoid
all the squeaky boards in the floor. She reached the stairs and
peered down them, searching for any light she might not have seen
from her room. Seeing none, Kagome quickly went down the stairs,
skipping the ones she would squeak loud enough to wake anyone in the
house.

She made her way to the kitchen, and once inside, pressed herself
against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief. Kagome decided to
leave the light off, lest someone woke up and came to investigate the
light on at midnight. She remained leaning against the wall for a
moment longer, and would have screamed at the top of her lungs when a
firm body pressed against her. Really she would have, but the
person's lips had expertly covered her own before she could utter a
sound.

She felt a cloth and bead covered hand graze her left side and
relaxed considerably at the knowledge that it was Miroku, and not
just some stranger, physically accosting her in her own kitchen.
Kagome raised her hands to his shoulders, which were oddly bare, and
the stray thought that she hoped the rest of his body wasn't the same
crossed her mind. Tossing the thought, as valid as it was, out of
her mind, she pushed against his shoulders, not even realizing that
she had responded to the kiss and his tongue was now happily writhing
against her own happily writhing tongue in her mouth. She pulled
back until her head hit the wall behind her before he released her
lips, leaving them both panting for air.

"What are you doing," Kagome asked, leaning forward to rest her
forehead against his shoulder, her arms slipping around his
shoulders. She felt his breath fluttering under her shirt as he
panted with his nose buried in the crook of her neck.

"You said the ravishing would have to wait until later. It's later.
Plus," he breathed out, pulling back some to look at her face,
smirking when he saw her flushed cheeks, "you ruined my date." He
leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck, his tongue caressing
her skin.

Kagome gasped as his tongue brushed over a sensitive spot just below
her ear and fought to keep coherent thoughts in her mind. She
couldn't do this with him. Not here. Not now. `I'm suppose to love
Inuyasha,' she thought, another gasp escaping her as Miroku's fingers
worked their way under her pajama top. `Then why does this feel so
right with Miroku,' she thought as she relaxed against his lean body,
her tongue snaking from her mouth to brush over his collarbone.

Realizing what she was doing, she pulled her mouth from his skin and
put a hand on an uninjured portion of his chest, pressing against him
to get him to stop. "Miroku, we can't. Not here. What if Mom or
Jii-chan, or worse yet, Souta, were to wake up and come down here,"
she said, pulling her head back to look at him. "I already have
one `dangers of premarital sex' talks coming from Mom. I don't need
any more strange sex talks from her," Kagome said, leaning against
the wall behind her, pressing a hand to her forehead.

Miroku smirked at her in the dark. "If I understand correctly,
premarital refers to before marriage?" he said, waiting for her
confirmation.

"Yes. That's exactly what it means," Kagome replied, wondering how
someone from five hundred years in the past knew what the modern word
meant.

Miroku's smirk widened as he leaned closer. "Who said it had to be
premarital?" he asked, his lips right next to her ear.

Kagome shook her head, not believing he had just said
that. "Whatever," she said as she pushed on his shoulders enough so
that she could get away from him and the wall. She walked over to
the refrigerator and grabbed a bento box with a note from her mother
on it.

`Kagome,
Miroku said you hadn't eaten dinner at the restaurant, so I
left this in here for you, just in case you got hungry.

Love,
Mom'

Kagome shook her head at the note. Her mother was always doing
things like that for her. She shut the door and grabbed a set of
chop sticks as she headed out the door, only to be stopped by
Miroku's hand on her arm.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked, looking her in the eye.

"No," she replied simply.

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Because I don't know what to say," Kagome told him, shaking her arm
free from his grasp and going back to her room.

Leaving Miroku stunned in the kitchen. He leaned his back against
the same wall he'd had her pinned to moments ago and slid down until
he was sitting on the floor.

~*~

Kagome sighed as she sat on her bed, the unopened bento box sitting
before her. She had no idea what to think of what Miroku had said in
the kitchen. It almost had sounded like a marriage proposal to her.
But that couldn't be what it was. There was no way he would want to
be with her for the rest of their lives. He liked grabbing other
women's butts entirely too much for him to ever stay with just one
woman.

But maybe that was just some kind of self-defense mechanism he had.
Some people had different things that they did to drive people away
from them so they could avoid the heartbreak of being dumped later.
Some didn't bathe, which was just plain disgusting. Some acted
offensively, just like Inuyasha, she had realized long ago. And some
grabbed your butt every chance they had. All just so they wouldn't
get hurt.

Kagome groaned and plopped back on her bed. The exact thing she had
done to him in the kitchen. She had practically laughed in his face.

With a sigh, she stood up and made her way back down to the kitchen.
She looked around for a moment, and found him sitting on the floor,
his head in his hands. Kagome crouched down next to him and took his
face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, waiting expectantly for his
answer.

~*~

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Next Author: Crimson Demon

Due Date: June 26, 2004

Group Notes: This chapter is dedicated to Chubbies, and her new baby. Congrats, and a quick recovery Chubbies!