InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking the Stalemate ❯ I'd love you to love me ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: So have you figured out I'm a bit of a tease?

 

III. I'd Love You to Love Me

 

In the end, Inuyasha is the one who goes to Miroku for advice. It is the afternoon after the water incident, and he has been mentally stabbing himself with Tetsusaiga all day. She wanted it, definitely. And I blew it again. Asshole. Asshole!

 

The monk veers off the path to relieve himself, and Inuyasha follows. Miroku finds a likely tree and pushes his robes aside, glancing up with raised eyebrows when he realizes he has company. “Inuyasha? Do you need something?”

 

More than you can even imagine, the hanyou thinks. Okay, here goes. “I have a question, monk.” Ignoring the twisting feeling in his stomach, he continues, “How do you get girls to…uh… touch you?”

 

The eyebrows go even higher, and Miroku glances down at the flaccid, but still impressive, dick in his hand. “Touch me?” he repeats, giving himself a final shake before tucking it back into his fundoshi. ” I generally prefer to touch them first, as you may have noticed.” He glances at Inuyasha, who is suddenly beet-red and clutching the hilt of his sword for dear life, and the eyebrows come crashing down. “You're not planning to hit on the village girls, are you?”

 

“What's the matter, can't stand the competition?” Inuyasha shoots back. “As if I'd ever be such a pervert.”

 

“Then why—ahhh.“ Comprehension dawns, and the monk's frown reverses itself before widening into a shit-eating grin. “Praise Buddha, I never thought it would happen. You're finally ready to make a move on Kagome.”

 

“Watch it, houshi! I could kill you for saying that,” Inuyasha snaps, out of habit.

 

“Even if it's true?” Miroku was gaining confidence every minute. “I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I've lost so much money to Shippo betting on the outcome of this relationship. Betting on you, I might add….”

 

Shut up!” Inuyasha snarls and takes a menacing step forward, then realizes this isn't getting him where he wants to go, namely, into Kagome's panties. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “So if you want to win your bet, give me some damn ideas, okay?”

 

“Okay. Let me think for a minute.” The sly, teasing look is gone, and Inuyasha relaxes a little. When Miroku speaks again, his voice is light but kind. “Kagome is already in love with you. You know that, right?” Not waiting for an answer, he continues, “The only question is whether she's ready to express that love physically. That's what we're really talking about here—the physical manifestation of love.”

 

I thought we were talking about me getting laid, Inuyasha thinks with a sigh. Fucking overeducated houshi.

 

Miroku doesn't notice his comrade's frustrated look. He's on a roll. “Physical love can, of course, be expressed in many ways. There is the love of a parent for a child, the affection between comrades in battle, as well as the earthier desire between men and women...”

 

“…Which is expressed in butt rubbing. I know,” Inuyasha interrupts. “Are we going anywhere with this?”

 

“Actually, we are.” Miroku's eyes are thoughtful. ”The bond you and Kagome share is deeply loving on a number of levels. Adding physical love to the equation is bound to be terrifying for both of you.”

 

You got that right, Inuyasha thinks. “I would say that it is best to proceed slowly,” Miroku continues. “That's not the way I usually like to do things, but in this case you need to be very careful not to scare her. Or yourself.” He adds ruefully, ”I certainly know what that's like.”

 

Inuyasha nods, recognizing that the advice makes sense. “So what do I do?”

 

Miroku smiles. ”Just two things: First, touch her with love. And second, don't run away. Hold on, and see how she responds. Show her that you can master the fear.”

 

The most powerful half-demon in Japan looks at his friend, ears drooping, with an expression of pure panic. “Can't I just kill something for her instead?”

 

The monk laughs. “Courage, Inuyasha. This quarry will be worth the chase.”

 

…continued…