InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Hentai ( Chapter 15 )

Title: Secret Hentai

Author: aimee_blue

Prompt: flute (drabble#82)

Genre: Comedy

Wordcount: 300

Warnings: a little harmless groping.

Summary: Continues from my `Blue' drabble Secret Santa. Miroku rubs off on Sesshoumaru much to Kagome's dismay.

Plastering a smile on her face, Kagome gripped her champagne flute a little tighter than was strictly necessary as Jakotsu proposed a toast to their manager. It was Bankotsu's birthday and he had gathered his friends into a small bar after work in order to celebrate.

Kagome had attended purely because the alcohol was sure to be good - Bankotsu had a taste for fine wine - and because Sango and Miroku said that they would be in attendance.

Bouncing happily over to Kagome in his new red boots Bankotsu hugged her with such gusto she nearly fell over. When she had regained her balance she closed her eyes and whispered to him, “Do you see a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes?”

Bankotsu immediately spotted the man lounging on the edge of the bar, looking lonely and yummy. Bankotsu's perfect combination. “Yep.”

Kagome giggled. “He likes your boots.”

Bankotsu practically purred as he sauntered away after his latest plaything.

Silently appearing alongside Kagome, Sesshoumaru dipped his head to kiss her on the cheek, grinning evilly when she squeaked and jumped away.

“Sesshoumaru!” she yelped, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“It is a party Kagome, I was invited.” He crooked an eyebrow.

They jumped as Sango - recovering from being groped by her Hentai fiancé - smacked Miroku so hard upside the head he passed out happily on the floor.

“Hentai.” Kagome quipped.

Sesshoumaru smirked lecherously. “I can see the appeal,” he muttered as he admired Kagome in the tight black dress she was wearing. His smirk grew as a slightly perverted plan formed in his twisted mind.

A clawed hand found a certain pert roundness and a certain outraged Miko flushed instantly.

Seconds later, Sesshoumaru found himself wearing her champagne as she pinged the flute off of his forehead.

“Hentai!”