InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hanging by a moment... ❯ Slay Bells Ring ( Chapter 53 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Genre(s): General, Romance
Rating: T
Warnings: Language and Kissing
Word Count: 500





“She should be back by now!” Inuyasha complained.

“Relax,” Miroku soothed, “you know as well as I that this holiday is important to her. She said she would bring us Christmas dinner, and so she will. But she must first enjoy the celebration with her family.”

Knowing Miroku was right, Inuyasha replied with “Keh” and plopped himself down by the fire, disgruntled.

Truthfully, he was more upset with himself than Kagome. She had invited him to come along, and a part of him had wanted to go, desperately, but after the perverted grin Miroku had sent their way, he'd chickened out, balking at her invite, calling the holiday pointless and stupid. Maybe one day he'd be brave enough to pull his foot out of his mouth, and his head out of his ass while he was at it, but not today.

Fortunately, Kagome hadn't seemed too upset. She'd also caught Miroku's smirk, and meeting Inuyasha's eyes, she'd left with a blush tinting her cheeks.

On the one hand, it was even more embarrassing, knowing that she could tell when he was embarrassed, but on the other hand he was tremendously grateful that she could see right through his asshole routine these days. Letting his thoughts drift to wondering what kind of food she was going to bring back from her time, Inuyasha found his mouth watering, wanting her back both because he missed her and was hungry. If anyone asked, though, it was only because he was hungry, damn it! He didn't miss her... Feh. He turned away from the others to hide his blush.

Miroku paid him no attention, eager for Kagome's return for his own reasons.

When she finally returned, the feast began, everyone complimenting the chicken dinner, and cake for dessert! Shippou was thrilled.

Pulling Kagome aside, Miroku asked, “Did you bring it?”

She hesitated. “I'm not sure this is a good idea...”

Seeing the look in his eyes she sighed, relenting, handing him the sprig of mistletoe. She really wished she hadn't shared that holiday detail with the others. She knew how Sango really felt about Miroku, but she also knew how the slayer was going to react.

Sango, blissfully unaware of Miroku's actions, chatted with Shippou, Miroku having bribed the fox for that distraction.

Ready, Miroku waited patiently, and when Sango finally moved to her spot of the hut for sleep he slid over smoothly, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he gestured for her to look up.

“Houshi-sama? What...”

Seeing the mistletoe, her eyes grew impossibly large.

“Merry Christmas, Sango.” Miroku said with a velvet tongue, before leaning forward and using that tongue to plunder her shocked, open mouth. The kiss was anything but chaste.

Damn... thought every witness. Is it hot in here?

Finally pulling back, Sango screamed and slapped him, her voice like a bell to Miroku's ears. Or was that just the ringing in his head from the way she'd knocked him out?