InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Contest Two ❯ Goodnight, Sweetheart ( Chapter 2 )

Story Title: "Goodnight, Sweetheart."

Author: The one and only...Juju!

Disclaimer: Do I look like R.T to you? Huh? HUH? *snaps fingers and bobs head* Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyway, I don't own Inuyasha, so don't sue me.

Story Summary: Miroku's had a nightmare, and can't get back to sleep until someone gives him a hand in solving his problems...

Rating: Well, let's say NC-17 just to be on the safe side, it's citrusy but not too graphic. Well...not porn-like. Let's put it that way, hmm?

"Goodnight, Sweetheart."

The monk's dusky orbs widened in shock for a moment, then glazed over with poorly concealed lust as he watched the young miko before him. Small, almost child-like fingers toyed with the silly ribbon on the front of her uniform, opening it teasingly, bit by bit. With a smirk that could rival his own, she stepped forward and wrapped it around his neck, using it to pull him closer to her. Large, soulful eyes stared up into his and glossy lips parted, drawing ever closer...

With a single, fluid movement, he was on her, devouring her mouth with his own as they fell to the ground. A low, brazen moan pushed past his lips and into hers as she reached up and put a hand on the small of his back, pressing gently. He tried to open his eyes to look at her beautiful face, but he was too far gone already on her scent, her taste, and now her touch. His tongue delved deeper and he clung to her greedily, drowning in her sweetness. The soft scent of strawberries filled his nose. She tasted like heaven and smelled like home, and he decided right then and there that he never wanted to leave.

He was jarred from his thoughts at the sensation of one long, slender leg wrapping itself about his waist, which was soon joined by its mate. He grinned in spite of himself. He was starting to really enjoy this.

Pulling back from her, he stared down into her innocent face, taking in the flushed cheeks, the brightness of her eyes and the full rose of her lips. A breathy whisper pushed past the latter and permeated his mind, shattering all rational thought. A single word...

"Miroku..."

...and he was gone. He would die a thousand times over just to hear his name spoken like that again, to feel this way and be this close to her...

He pressed hesitantly against her, feeling the subtle heat radiating from her center travel through him and down his spine, evoking a reaction that was anything but innocent. Her _expression at the new sensation told him that she knew well, damn well, what this was doing to him, and she loved every minute of it.

Moving still closer, he prepared to enter, to fit within her and feel every inch of her gripping him tightly as a glove when a harsh, oddly masculine voice reached his ears. He looked down, and it took everything he had not to scream in terror at what he saw.

Large golden eyes, silky white hair...and those two horrid canine ears perched atop his head. Stumbling back, he proceeded to run away, run like hell was on his heels, not caring where he was going.

"Hey, monk! C'mere! Don't you wanna fuck me?" He could hear the pout in the voice and shuddered as he heard the harsh laugh that followed. "I can be good...if you want me to."

Miroku sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, panting heavily as though he'd just finished a marathon. He looked down into his lap and noticed with grim amusement that other parts of his body had failed to be affected by what he had just dreamt.

Rising gracefully, he strode off into the woods to finish what had started itself, trying to shake the horrible images from his mind. He needed therapy, he needed to be tranquilized for ten years, at least...

He needed Kagome. Standing at the edge of a small stream, he slid his loose, dark pants off his hips and reached down, about to do what unfortunately had become a routine for him as of late...he closed his eyes and conjured up the more pleasant images from his dream-turned-nightmare, the cascading dark hair, the full lips, the small, delicate hands...

...which were now firmly fastened around his manhood. A ragged gasp was ripped from his throat as he felt her press against him, her soft, feminine curves achingly real against his back and playing hell with his mind. This couldn't be real, she belonged to Inuyasha. Maybe she'd had a similar dream and thought she was still asleep...the hands started to move, stroking gently, teasingly, and he lost the ability to think.

After only a few moments of her ministrations, he was coming, coming hard, moaning her name under his breath as he spilled himself onto the ground. He slumped against her bonelessly for a second, panting a bit. The gentle hands that had shot arrows, held Shippou, and gotten him off-He smirked a bit as he thought of this last one- slipped past his hips and back to her sides, where they belonged.

Kagome leaned up and kissed his neck briefly, flicking her tongue out against his earlobe as she pulled back. She felt him shiver and smirked a little, pleased by his reaction. She whispered softly to him once before retreating back to camp to join her sleeping companions...

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

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