InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forest for the Trees ❯ How to attain enlightenment... ( Chapter 5 )

Yea, so FF.net isn't showing my change of perspective thingie. So for MM.org it will remain the same…I'll just change it too (*(@)*) on FF.net, cause that appeals to my artistic sensibilities.

Because I know how much you appreciate it, I go once again…into the brink.

Forest for the Trees

Chapter 5;

"Sweet is the sight, of a room, window open by candle light. How would you know? Cold winter on the shore, chills the dress she wore, it's on the floor; still it feels so warm. Today. That's why I'm wondering why you had to tell me what's going on. Yeah, what's wrong? Come around to another time when you don't have to run. And when she says she wants somebody else, I hope you know she doesn't mean you. And when she breaks down and makes a sound, you'll never hear her the way that I do. And when she says she wants someone to love, I hope you know that she doesn't mean you. When she breaks down and lets you down, I hope you know she doesn't need you. No. She doesn't mean you."

~Howie Day "She Says"

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Narrowed eyes watched the happy couple. They sat contentedly in front of the fire. They were holding hands! This was too much. A slight growl rose up from the watcher's throat. Something had to be done…

"Hey Monk!" he yelled making the two jump apart guiltily. "The fire is going out…if you didn't notice!" Who did he think he was anyways? What right did he have to touch Kagome like that? Seeing the monk get up, Inuyasha smirked and leaned comfortably against the tree, letting his eyes ease shut.

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This is nice. Just sitting here, holding hands. Kind of soothing.

"Hey Monk!" What the hell?! "The fire is going out…if you didn't notice!" Does he have to ruin everything? If I didn't know any better I'd say he is deliberately trying to sabotage me having any kind of affection. When he comes out of that tree, I'm so going to twist his little ears off. See how much he likes that…then he'll be earless. Oh…funny.

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Damn Inuyasha. He truly is demonic, because only could a demon be so cruel. I'm glad I didn't move on her, I'd be `sans head' if I had. Seems that's all the action I'll be getting tonight.

Oh, look how close her leg is to me. Such firm, young, strong legs. And so long too. I swear, on my life, my honor, my manhood, I will have those beautiful creations wrapped around me. And dear sweet heaven…I hope it's soon.

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Kagome gave a snort of laughter and Miroku a deliberate intake of air. Giving her thigh a firm squeeze he rose to his knees. "I'll go get some more wood before we run out." And with that he moved into the forest that surrounded them.

It was late evening; the stars were not out yet. Kagome wondered how her friends could be ready for slumber so soon. She sat, looking despondently into the fire. With almost unconscious movement she feed it some of the remaining wood, tilting her head as the flame became hotter and more persistent. Her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her lips. Quickly her hands came up, as if the motion could take back or silence the sound she had made. Her eyes darted to the red and white figure lounging in the tree above her, checking to see if he had heard her. When Inuyasha gave no sign of movement, and let out a soft snore, her hands came away to reveal a brilliant smile. Very slowly, and with calculated movement she rose and picked her way across the clearing and towards the woods where Miroku had vanished.

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The monk pressed his way through the dimly lit forest with fluid movements. His concentration was scattered, his ears trained to the forest around him and his mind on the girl he had just left fireside. His violet robes were off and being used as a bag for the firewood he would periodically stop and pluck off the ground. When a twig snapped behind him he dropped his makeshift satchel and whirled around, prepared to defend himself.

Kagome stood, grinning, her arms behind her and shoulders slightly thrown back. She took her foot off of the fallen log beside her. And it was evident that she had purposely made the noise to gain his attention.

"Hi." She sang out quietly.

"Hello." He responded.

"I thought you would like some company." She said as she slowly made her way towards him.

"What of Inuyasha?" He questioned. "He couldn't have just let you walk off."

She smiled slyly, her head turning sideways, eyes looking down. "He fell asleep." Her hands were still behind her back, which made him slightly nervous.

"Are you hiding something?" He asked with raised brow.

She looked slightly confused, and brought her hands around to reveal a deep red wild rose. "No," she said "I just thought it was pretty, don't you think so?" she asked stopping in front of him. She smiled and brought the flower up to trail it down his face.

"It's beautiful." Miroku said as he caught her wrist on the down sweep, pulling her closer and wrapping an arm around her tiny waist. She grinned and brought one hand up to rest on his shoulder. "I should have killed Inuyasha." He grumbled looking down at her face.

She laughed. "I was thinking about twisting his ears off." She said in a hushed voice.

"Such wickedness!" He admonished teasingly.

"You're one to talk!" She said, poking him in the chest, bloom in hand. "I thought monks were supposed to be all peaceful and zen-like."

He gave her a considering look and squeezed her closer. "It may surprise you," he began in a teasing voice, "but I am not strictly opposed to the spectacle of violence and crime. It all depends on the lessons you draw from it."*

"And what, great Buddha, would be the lesson in savagely twisting off Inuyasha's pointy ears?" she questioned stoically.

He tapped a considering finger to his temple, "Well, I would have to say the true lesson would be the one learned by Inuyasha. And that would be for him to stay far, far away when I have the opportunity to put my hands on you." His pupil nodded in agreement and ran her hands down his arms. "But alas." Miroku heaved a heavy sigh and his head dropped theatrically. "I fear he will never learn."

"Oh no!" Kagome exclaimed in mock concern, "Miroku, have faith! You shouldn't look so sad! Is there something that you are lacking? Is there anything I can get for you wise one?" She brought her hands up to the sides of her face and looked at him with laughing eyes.

"Ah, my dear Kagome," Miroku said fighting back a grin, and doing his best to keep up his dejected demeanor. "The main cause of depression is not a lack of material necessities but a deprivation of the affection of others."*

"Oh?" Kagome asked with an evil smile, "You need affection do you? I think I can help you with that." With that said she rose up on her toes and gleefully pressed her lips against his. Miroku's hands roamed up and down her back, pulling her body up, and if possible, closer to his own. Turning the both of them around he braced his hands under her arms and lifted, giving her the perfect opportunity to wrap those long perfect legs around his waist. With a self satisfied grin, Miroku eased her back against the tree and assaulted her with his mouth.

Kagome's hands got lost in Miroku's hair as their mouths became a violent battle for domination with their tongues as key players. It was a fair fight, that was until Kagome brought her teeth in as back up. She latched onto his bottom lip and tugged, glorying in his sharp intake of air.

"Minx!" He whispered affectionately, running his hands over her bottom. His face suddenly became serious. "Are you sure about this?" He asked.

She looked at him quizzically and then grinned. "Oh sweet heavens yes!" She exclaimed. With that said he spun around and in a flowing movement, shook the wood out of his robe, laid down the cloth, and deposited Kagome onto the ground. "Wow." She stated. "That was good." Miroku's grin widened and he quickly went to work on her shirt, roughly tugging the fabric up over her head. Before it was even off, Kagome was arching up and working on the clasp of her bra, remembering the trouble he had with it last time. A now toppless Kagome looked up at him expectantly.

Miroku looked down, then skyward, "Oh thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" A giggling Kagome took that as a cue to dispose of his clothing and hurried hands pulled at stubborn cloth. With a distressed mew, Kagome sat up to get a better view of the primitive garment that was so mulishly resisting her. With a joyful cry the top fell way, exposing a well defined chest and abdomen.

"Oh…" Kagome sighed, running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "That's nice." Miroku closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensation her hands elicited on him, they flew open when he received a firm shove, toppling him backwards. Kagome sat straddling his stomach, eyes barely open, and hands still busy. Letting out a shaky sigh his hands ran up her naked back. One stopped just under the curve of her breast, the other went up to the nape of her next and he pulled himself up for a kiss. It was savage; lust- filled, and damn good fun. Kagome tightened her legs around him and pushed herself up, gaining leverage and dominance. Miroku didn't seem to mind, this just gave him a chance to give the clasps on her chocolate colored pants all of his attention. When he had succeeded, his hands paused on her hips and he tore his mouth away from her. Ignoring her angry cat like growl he looked up at her.

"You have to make me a promise," He demanded gravely.

"Sure. Yeah. Anything." She breathed back, trying to dive for his mouth again.

His hands moved quickly to her upper arms and he gave her a small shake. "I'm serious." He said, tipping her head so he could look into her eyes.

Kagome looked worried. "Sure, what is it?" She questioned.

"I need you to promise that we won't stop." He demanded. Kagome's eyebrows shot up and a smile flickered across her face. "No matter what, even if Inuyasha has to watch. Please tell me you won't make me stop!" He pleaded, trying to convey the direness of his situation.

Kagome's head swept down to nuzzle the spot just behind his ear, and whispered "Promise."

Miroku gently, but quickly, laid her back onto the makeshift bed and rose up to pull off her pants, revealing those delightful little contraptions she called `panties'. They were a deep burgundy, with hints of lace. "Oh I like these." He said breathlessly and running an appreciative hand over them.

Kagome softly gasped and said, "Yeah, I thought you would." She squirmed as he traced the elastic where the soft silky fabric met her belly. He glanced up at her with raised brow, his fingers still trailing over them. "You can't have them." She stated plainly.

He gave a bark of laughter and drew himself up so his face was level with hers. He met her smirking mouth with his own, lowering his body onto one elbow and untying his pants. Kagome felt the ties hit her stomach and curled her toes into the black pants, tugging at them till they eased off his hips and she could get her feet to push them the rest of the way down. With a shake of one leg and then the other, Miroku was naked. Kagome pushed her hips up against him and whimpered into his mouth.

His busy little fingers swept beneath her burgundy covering and worked their way to her deliciously sensitized area. She gasped loudly and her back arched as if she were being pulled by a string. He watched her face, and the wonderful things that fluttered across it. He slipped two fingers inside her and watched her eyes come open, she made high mewling sounds, pleading him to stop teasing her. Her hands were everywhere, and Miroku groaned when her hands gently moved across his hips and down between his legs.

With minimal movement, in fact quite gracefully, he pulled her panties down her legs. His hand gently brushed over the delicate bunch of soft dark curls he had exposed. It was then that he noticed something; that his hand was shaking. He brought himself over her, looking deep into her eyes as he lowered himself down onto his forearms. Staring right back at him, and breathing heavily, Kagome slowly brought her legs up and draped them over his hips and lower back, opening her up to him. He took great care in aligning himself to her, and then gave a gentle push, and found he had no place to go. That tight ridge of muscle allowed him no clearance. Looking up he found Kagome watching him, and thinking entirely too much. There was only one way to fix this, and that was to kiss her silly. He lowered his head and passed his tongue over her swollen bottom lip, her own came out to greet him and they settled into a kiss that was arousing and comforting at the same time. After an undetermined amount of time, with both still deeply absorbed in that kiss, Kagome relaxed. And Miroku pushed inside of her in one slow almost unnoticed move. Both stopped mid kiss, Miroku raised his head to look at her, and with a carefully precise draw of muscle, he pulled out and eased back in.

"Oh!" Kagome gasped. "Do…Do that again." She demanded.

So he did. Her muscles constricted with such liquid heat that he thought he would gladly burn alive. Miroku couldn't seem to draw a full breath, and lowered his body more fully against hers, keeping a rhythm with just a careful contracting of his hips. Her nails dug into his back and her teeth bit into his shoulder. Little keening sounds came from her throat. Miroku buried his face in her neck and gracefully picked up speed.

Kagome moaned loudly, throwing her head back and arching her back. She pushed her hips up, keeping time with Miroku, her legs tightening musically around him. Then something wonderful happened, Kagome's world was tossed into supreme galactic upheaval. Crying out his name, she tightened around him with thermonuclear capabilities. Miroku pushed himself deep and growled low in his throat. Two more thrusts and he cried out in triumph, his shaking arms became week and he collapsed onto her. Needless to say the ability for coherent thought wouldn't return for a long, long time.

The moon shown down on the sweaty fulfilled couple, as if to spotlight them. Crickets chirped, owls hooted, and the cool night air swept around them. They paid these things no heed. Kagome's fingers swept into Miroku's hair and with lethargic movements combed through it, unknowing to the audience they had attracted.

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DU DU DUN!!

That took FOREVER! I must say I rewrote it a couple of times, it still could have come out better, I guess I just haven't had enough sex to write it fluently. Once again I blame society and my ex- boyfriend.

Some of Miroku's dialog are quotes from the Dalai Lama, yea, they are denoted by the little *.

So I hope you enjoyed it, perhaps I'll get the next chapter up within the next two days. The bunnies of doom are banging on my head with the mallets of ill- content. They demand to be in the next chapter.

Thank you so much for reviews. They do make me work more consistently. *cough * Yea, so, uh huh.