InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ En Famille ❯ On the patio and a hammock? ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no less enthusiasm.

- Sir Winston Churchill

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There was no doubt about it - she was miserable.

In the most literal sense of the word, truly and utterly miserable.

With a soft moan, Kagome rolled onto her side and curled her knees up closer to her chest.

She'd gone to San Francisco, had a blast with her friends, and come back to get to work on the designs for the Zeta-Jones line and Desirée's dress. Spending the weekend at Sango's house, she'd then focused on cleaning her apartment of the mess she usually made when designing. Not to mention the fact that her neighbor had asked her to babysit her grandson Shippo, who had to stay home a couple of days because of a strong flu.

He was a sweet boy, only five and so small for his age, he could pass for a three year old most of the time. With his glossy green eyes and the way he'd sniffled and held his arms out to her, she hadn't had the heart to say she couldn't. And of course the day after she'd been sniffling too.

Ignoring it, she'd rushed out to an appointment with her hair stylist without her coat, in the middle of October. Running around New York city on a windy autumn day without a coat, wearing a skirt and a thin shirt was not the wisest idea. She'd learned that the hard way.

So now here she was, lying in with a stuffy head, runny nose, puffy eyes, a fever and as if life couldn't get any worse - a mean set of cramps tearing through her belly.

-sigh-

Yes - that was another key factor adding to her misery.

It hadn't worked.

Her night with Miroku hadn't ended the way she'd prayed it would. Exactly thirteen days later, her period came, right on schedule and evil as ever.

She'd always had excessively bad cramps, it was in her genes. She could remember her mother dissapearing sometimes for a day or two when she was little. She'd walked in on her and helped her drink her medicine and her mother had smiled, kissed her cheek, and said she hoped Kagome would take after father's family in that matter.

She hadn't.

Moaning in agony at the next searing pain in her belly, she was oblivious to the world, lost in her pain-induced haze. It wasn't until a cold hand touched her foreahed that her eyes snapped open in surprise.

Beside her stood Miroku, frowning down at her and asking what was the matter.

"Sick," Kagome whispered, closing her tired eyes again.

He shook his head at her lightly, "Poor brat, all alone, sick and in pain."

Moving away, he tossed his jacket onto the chair at her vanity, closed the blinds to her room and smiled at her relieved sigh. The light from outside had been hurting her eyes. He helped her slip out of her shirt and skirt, the clothes she'd been wearing since the day before, too lost in her misery to notice, and tucked her into bed in nothing but her bra and boy shorts.

After taking her temperature, he tsked, kissed her cheek, and went into the bathroom. He quickly found some medicine and helped her take it before heading over to the kitchen.

[Poor Gome, its a good thing I had to come to the city yesterday and finished my work early.]

Grabbing a large water bottle, he emptied its contents into a pan and set it on the stove to warm. While the water heated, he quickly toasted some bread, cut up a banana and spread some peanut butter on the toast. Once the peanut butter and banana sandwhiches were ready, he poured the warm water back into the bottle, pleased that it was hot enough to be useful, but not enough to burn.

After closing it tightly, he moved over to her room and grinned at the sight of the poor girl, curled up in a fetus position on her side, arms hugging her stomach tightly. Setting the items down, he stripped down into his boxers, slid in beneath the covers and gently pulled her up against him.

Realizing her temperature had risen and that she was too hot for the treatment he had in mind, he gently removed the blanket and left her to go for some water and towels. He found a small tub in her bathroom and a few of her facial towels, filling the container with cold water.

He moved to the bed and kneeled beside her, wiping her body down with cool cloths until the fever died down. It was well past eight o'clock when the fever finally broke, thank the good lord, he was starting to plan to take her to the hospital.

She was still in pain however, holding tightly to her stomach, and he vaguely remembered Sango mentioning the girl's curse. Horrible cramps.

Leaving her side for a moment, he re-heated the water bottle and slid into bed with her again, this time sitting and pulling her on his lap. He felt her shiver and curl up into him, a spasm of pain going through her at the movement, and he took advantage of her gasp to stuff a sandwhich into her mouth.

She took a bite and looked up at him wearily, "What is it?"

"Peanut butter and banana," Miroku grinned, taking a bite himself and leaving the sandwhich beside them on the nightstand.

"Peanut butter and bananas are good for cramping, so's the fiber in the wheat bread. Now turn around and let me hold you." gently turning her so her back was against his chest, he brought the water bottle to her stomach, holding it in place with his right hand while the left reached out for the sandwhich and offered her another bite.

She ate the sandwhich and half of another, at his insistence. Having slept most of the day, and eased by his minstrations, Kagome lay against him wanly, feeling weak but warm. "What are you doing here?"

"Ten hours later, the lady wants to know why I am here," Miroku chcukled. "I believe I'm looking after you."

Resting her hand over his, she smiled, "Fine, what brings you to the city?"

"There was another emergency here yesterday and I figured I'd drop by and see how you were doing," Feeling her shiver, he left her holding the bottle and pulled the blankets over them both, tucking it beneath her chin.

"Thank you," Kagome yawned, "It didn't work."

"I'd noticed," He sighed, knowing he'd expected it wouldn't work on the first try. "How long until you ovulate again?"

"Two weeks," she mumbled, sleep tugging at her once more.

Going over his schedule, he knew he wouldn't be able to come back. She'd have to go to L.A. if they were going to try again. Just as his own eyes were drooping, the phone rang. Grabbing the cordless on her nightstand, he yawned and muttered a sleepy "Hello?"

"Miroku?"

"Hey Inuyasha"

"What are you doing at Kagome's place?"

He felt her stir a little, turning onto her side, her arms coming around his waist. "I came by to invite her to lunch but she's been really sick so I stayed to take care of her."

"She's sick? Is she ok? Its not serious right?" Inuyasha actually sounded worried, which annoyed Miroku a bit.

"She'll be fine, I'm a doctor after all, I think I can take care of someone with a fever," Miroku felt her stir and sighed, "Look man I need to get her to take some more medicine, call back later?"

"Sure, I'll let you go," Inuyasha sighed, "Tell her I hope she gets better soon."

"Will do," hanging up the phone, he struggled to put it back in the base with his left hand and finally gave up, tossing it to the foot of the bed, the water bottle joining soon after. Feeling her shiver, he carefully pulled her closer while he scooted down in the bed. Lying down on his side, he tucked her body into his, spooning to share his warmth and set his hand over her lower stomach.

She gave a soft sigh and settled closer, one of her hands covering his on her tummy.


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"Yeah?"

Kagome huffed into her phone, blowing a couple of strands of hair from her face.

"Feeling better I take it?"

The voice was his of course, who else knew she'd been sick as a dog for three days? Not to mention helped her cramps settle and her misery fade with silly stories. Miroku.

"Hey! I'm feeling much better now, are you checking up on me?" Her previously annoyed expression brightened, much to the curiosity of the other women in the room. It hadn't been long since they'd seen the same reactions from Hilde, but unlike the newlywed, Kagome refused to admit she had a guy.

"What kind of doctor would I be if I didn't?" Miroku asked.

Kagome rolled her eyes, "Let me see... like most doctors."

Sango gave a sigh, "Its not her man, its just Miroku!"

The girls groaned, rolling their eyes when Kagome glared while listening to him.

"Yeah, we need to discuss your trip," Miroku replied, "When will it be better for you to come down?"

"Trip?"

Ignoring her interested co-workers, Kagome turned away from them and went out of the room, looking for her agenda in her purse. "I don't think I have one planned... is this your writing?"

"Yes, I jotted it down for you," He calmly informed her. "I figured it best to get the days cleared off your calendar already so you could come on over. I can't come to New York you see, so if we're going to try again you'll have to come to me."

"Hmm... well it doesn't seem like I have much of a choice," Kagome mumbled.

"Hey who wants the kid?" Miroku asked.

Laughing, she closed her agenda, "All right, I'll look up flight info and let you know. I'm actually looking forward to this, I need to get out of here for a few days."

"Things are that good huh?" Miroku chuckled.

"Oh god with your sister barely able to move and my own dear assistants quizzing me constantly, I'll go mad if I stay much longer." Kagome sighed, glancing into the next room where they'd fallen suspiciously silent.

Seeing that the others immediately jumped to look busy and get back to work, she shook her head at them and moved out to the balcony where they wouldn't be able to listen in. Miroku's voice brought her back to the topic at hand and she surprised him suddenly with her vehemence.

"No way"

"It's perfectly safe Kagome, I travel with this guy all the time, he's the best." Miroku insisted, "He'll have you here in no time and he'll bring you all the way to my place, which saves me the trouble of going to the airport."

"You don't have to trouble yourself and pick me up, I can get there just fine on my own," Kagome gripped the ledge tightly, "But you're not getting me into the plane with your friend, no way, no how."

Miroku sighed, "Gome I understand why you're scared but you have to get over that. What happened to your parents..."

"Could have been prevented if the pilot had been more thorough in his pre-flight checks, I know, I've got all the reports, news coverage, and cut-outs in a large portfolio." Kagome nodded.

"Ty is a great pilot, he's been with me for years, he's very thorough," Miroku assured her, "Would I ask you to fly with him if I weren't completely sure of his competence?"

"No, but I can't," Kagome bit back her tears, "Roku you know I can't, I feel safer in big planes, and I know its silly but I still struggle with panic attacks when I'm in flights sometimes. I'm not ready for a private plane. Especially not by myself."

Miroku realized she meant it and decided not to push things, "All right, let me know about your flight once you book it ok? My break's over now so I've gotta get back."

"I will, I'll call you later," Kagome sniffled, "Bye Roku."

"Bye brat"

Hanging up the phone, she stayed outside for a little, needing a moment to regain her cool. She dabbed at her moist eyes, sniffled a little and clearing her throat, finally headed inside. Once again opening her phone, she ignored her assitant's surprised looks when she asked the operator for Delta airlines, then proceeding to book a flight to L.A. Twenty minutes later, she was hanging up and re-reading the flight information.

"You're going to see Miroku?" Sango asked.

"He's being kind enough to give me shelter for a couple of days," Kagome corrected her, not wanting her friend to get suspicious. "I need a break, Desi's in France, Catherine's designs are done and I have yet to enjoy some time off."

"Must be nice to be able to just take off," Sango rubbed her stomach where the baby kicked, "Behave."

"It is rather refreshing," Kagome agreed, "Some time on the beach will be relaxing."

"Miroku's not at his beach house," Sango reminded her, "He's in the city at this time of the year."

"I'm borrowing the beach house," Kagome informed her, "I didn't say I was going to see him, I told you, he'll probably drop by for a little while, but you know he's always telling us to go ahead and stay there if we need to."

"True," Sango heard a familiar crinkling and gasped, looking up in surprise at the doorway where her husband stood, calmly eating a cheetoh dipped in some cream cheese.

"You know, my wife has become quite addicted to these damnable things," he bit into it, chewed, and swallowed, "Can't say I blame her."

"Sesshy!"

Sango dropped the fabrics she'd been looking at and wobbled over as quickly as she could, which the other girls could only laugh at, seeing that her eyes were focused on the chips and not the man. Reaching his side, she went to take one and pouted when he lifted the bag from her reach.

"Is that any way to greet your husband?" Sesshomaru raised and eyebrow at her, "No kiss or hug for leaving my very important work to bring you this silly bag?"

"Of course," Sango grinned, pushing him back a little, "But not here, these girls are incorrigibly nosy."

Kagome and the others laughed, gave the couple a wave and watched the door close after them, knowing Sango would be gone for the rest of the day. Getting back to work, Kagome sighed, listening as Relena did the same.

"She's so lucky to have a great guy like that."

"Yeah," Kagome agreed, hoping she didn't sound as whistful.


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"Ugh, when did my bag get so heavy? I know I didn't bring that much stuff."

Kagome yawned, stretched a little and was casually glancing around for one of the taxis that were continually on call at the airport, when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a very familiar cologne reached her nose. Gasping in surprise, she felt his lips at her neck and smiled when he kissed the spot beneath her earlobe.

"Hey brat," Miroku let her turn in his arms and smiled into her sleepy eyes. "Long flight?"

"Not really since I napped through most of it," wrapping her arms around his back, she snuggled close and sighed. "Has it really only been two weeks since you left?"

"Yep, just two weeks," Miroku grinned, grabbing up her bags and leading her out to the parking lot. They chatted idly on their way to the car, she told him about the nice man who'd helped keep her from panicking on the trip and Miroku listened to her chatter.

The drive through the city was thankfully calm and soon they were at his Maui beach house. Miroku had taken up surfing during his college years and bought the beach house a few years earlier. It was his favorite place in the world, with its bay windows, private beach and a small dock. He had a boat, the Kazaana, anchored there and often took some time off to go for a relaxing ride.

Leaving Kagome in the living room, he dropped her bags off in his room and came back out to find her spread out and yawning on the sofa. She'd kicked off her shoes and socks, leaving a trail of clothes including her jacket and scarf, leading to the comfy couch she lounged on. Leaning over the back of it, he glanced outside at the rising sun and yawned.

"I've called in for the next few days except for emergencies again," he tossed his jacket onto the next couch and yawned, "I'm exhausted brat, I worked all night last night so I wouldn't sleep in and miss you at the airport. All so we could get here to have some fun and all you can do is crash on my sofa?"

"I worked all day yesterday too," Kagome argued, "And I only took a little nap on the flight and you know how much flights stress me out, even with nice guys there to help."

"I know," glancing out the glass window to the beach, he spotted his beloved hammock at the end of the porch and grinned. Picking up the girl from the sofa, he carried her out and shushed her protests, dragging the small blanket off the back of the couch in one hand.

Setting her down on the hammock, he walked around to the other side and promptly took his place beside her, draping the blanket over them both. Curling onto her side, she draped and arm and a leg over him, resting her head on his chest. They lay quietly watching the sunrise for a little while, eventually both falling asleep from the long night they'd had.

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"Hmm... is it late?"

Kagome blinked, squinched up her eyes because of the sun and buried her face into his neck, relaxing again at the smell of his musky scent.

"It's only around eight," Miroku yawned, moving her hair off them both while she raised up a bit uncomfortably on the hammock.

"Ok, what do you want for breakfast?" Kagome stifled her own yawn and looked down to see him grinning wickedly. "You can't possibly want that for breakfast."

"I can too," Miroku dragged her over him easily enough, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist so she couldn't escape. "What do you say brat? Get an early start on that baby cycle?"

"But we're on the patio," Kagome glanced around at the beach as if there were someone there to see.

Miroku chuckled, "So what? I own the property for a good couple of miles around. There's no one to watch."

"But we're on a hammock," she reminded him, mewling when his hands began to roam, shivering when they settled in the back pocket of her pants.

Giving her bottom a playful squeeze, Miroku nibbled on her neck, "Adds to the fun my dear miko, in bed-play, nothing need be forbidden."

Shaking her ead, Kagome gasped and bit back a moan when his hands took advantage of their place on her bottom to press her pelvis against his. The item beneath his pants was definitely good to go, the heat and hardness proving that quite well. Inhaling sharply, her fingers tightened their hold on the hammock, her neck arching a little to allow him better access to it.

With a husky chuckle, Miroku concentrated on the spot where her neck and shoulder met, while his hands slid up and between them. Shivering and lowering her lips to tease and nibble on his earlobe, Kagome lifted her hips as directed, helping him push her pants and panties down to her knees. Keeping her hold on the hammock, she moaned as his fingers touched where she was hot and wet.

"Roku!"

"What is it about that cry..." Miroku mumbled, shuddering as his fingers eased deeper inside, feeling the hot pull of her body contracting around them.

With his own moan, he slipped them out, gently motioned her to lift up and kicking off her pants with his feet. Feeling her do the same with her panties, he quickly focused on his own fly. Sliding up to remove his jeans and holding her over him while he squirmed to get them off, he was finally free and holding her bottom, bringing her down over him.

"Miroku..." Kagome mewled delightfully and he gave a deeply satisfied grunt.

"Oh gods that's it, nice and deep," Miroku held her waist tightly while gently bucking upwards, "Bend your knees so they rest at my hips, ohhh, now that's better isn't it?"

Giving a sharp nod, she pushed down to get a better feel, muscles clenching around him instinctively.

Miroku gasped, "What the hell was that?!"

"What?"

"That thing you did, something inside moved and it - oohhh..." shuddering and tightening his hold on her hips, he raised a hand to pull her head down, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss before letting go. "I don't know how gently I can go right now, just tell me if something is too awkward or hurts ok?"

"Mmm... ok," clentching her muscles again, she heard his deep groan and smiled wickedly, "Was that it? That's nothing."

"It certainly is something!" Setting up a slow rhythm, the swaying and rocking of the hammock served to help enhance their pleasure, as their bodies unexpectedly moved and touched different intimate spots. Kagome's inhibitions about doing it on the patio had flown out the window the second he touched her. Unfortunately, when his hands urged her up, removing her shirt and bra, she re-claimed some and dropped down with a squeak.

"Roku I don't want to be naked out here!"

Shushing her with a kiss, he unbuttoned his shirt and draped it over her with a sigh, "Fine, wear that, it'll block others from seeing you and I still get a good view."

Guiding her body in the best way to rock over his, Miroku's pupils dilated as he watched their movements beneath the material. Somehow, her wearing a shirt had gone from annoying to amazingly erotic, the way only he got to see her body's sweaty glistening and soft thrusts against his, making the experience that much better. While she kept them on the hammock by gripping it at his sides, he took advantage to let his hands roam, delighting in the way her body quivered beneath his touches.

Quickening his pace, he was soon focused solely on reaching his peak and with a deep grunt, he found it, releasing his seed deeply inside her body. As if sensing her unfulfilled state, he held her close with one hand on her lower back while the other reached between them to ease her own need. Finding her sensitive flesh, he began plucking and strumming, caressing exactly where she needed and she came apart in his arms soon after, melting onto his chest once again.

With a contented sigh, Kagome snuggled close, his shirt clinging to her back from her sweat, the cool air drying it off. Turning her head when he began kissing her hair, she managed to get a few on her lips and smiled, looking up with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't you think it's kind of weird Roku?"

"Hmm? What is?" he asked, leisurely stroking a hand down along her spine to her bottom, cupping his hand over the soft swell there.

"How easily we went from just friends to lovers? Shouldn't there be some awdwardness?" Kagome whispered, eyes drooping again.

He gave a shrug, "I hadn't thought about it much, but maybe, maybe not. Why would there be awkwardness between two friends as close as we are? Its not like we don't care for one another, there is a certain caring between us, always has been. Although I'm not exactly sure."

"I'm glad its not awkward," she admitted, "Although not telling our friends and family is a bit odd, but that's ok, they wouldn't understand."

"Hmm... done yet? I'd like to get a little more sleep," Miroku yawned, tickling her back.

With a giggle, she raised herself up and gave him a lingering smooch, "Sleepy head, you go ahead and nap a little longer, I want to get a bath and make some real breakfast."

"Sounds good," pulling her down for a final kiss, he held her for a moment longer before letting go, watching with a grin as she stood, rescued her panties and headed into the kitchen with his shirt still on.

Feeling his body respond to the sight, he cursed and grabbed his boxers from the edge of the hammock where they'd been absently discarded. Slipping them on, he watched her hips sway beneath his shirt while she walked and gave a troubled gulp.

[I'll never be able to wear that shirt again without getting a hard on, damnit, and its one of my favorites too!]

"With better reason for it now," he mumbled, turning to look out into the beach.

[Kagome - naked - in my shirt = plenty of sleepless nights.]

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So what'd you think? I just realized how much sleeping they do together, and not like that either you hentai's. I mean they seem to be nodding off all the time, oh well, goes to show how much it crosses the mind of a sleep-deprived writer. They'll stay awake plenty next chapter.

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