InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Introduction ❯ First Impressions ( Chapter 5 )
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By: MonkandMiko 
BONUS CHAPTER!!!
“Then how do you suggest that I introduce myself to young ladies, Kagome-sama?”
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 476 | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
BONUS CHAPTER!!!
“Then how do you suggest that I introduce myself to young ladies, Kagome-sama?”
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 476 | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
Title: First Impressions
Category: Drabble
Author: Megami
Rating: PG ( K+ ) – for a little tongue.
Challenge: Introduction
Words: 386
"Then how do you suggest that I introduce myself to young ladies, Kagome-sama?"
Miroku asked, inching closer to his tutor with a hand outstretched.
Kagome intercepted the hand hovering above her thigh with her own and clenched
tightly. A vein was throbbing in her temple. "Well, in my time, we shake hands to greet each
other."
"Oh?" a grin alighted the monk's charming face. With the expression of a child reaching
out for a most desired sweet, Miroku's hand rose to cup –
SMACK!
"Hands, Miroku!" Kagome scolded, withdrawing her own from his face. She left behind
an angry red mark. "We shake hands!"
Miroku forked an eyebrow at her as he rubbed his newly tender cheek. "Shake...hands?
Like this?" he waved his free appendage at her, leaving his wrist loose to allow it to wobble
freely.
"No," Kagome sighed, releasing Miroku's hand in order to grip it properly. She switched
from her left to her right and slipped it into the monk's matching hand, overlapping his thumb
with hers. They fit together perfectly. "Like this. Now, squeeze firmly and bring your hand up
and down."
Miroku stared curiously at their conjoined hands, but Kagome couldn't decipher his
thoughts. ‘He's probably going to propose again,' she thought, snorting.
At the soft sound, Miroku looked up at her face again. Kagome fought to pretend that she
hadn't made even the slightest sound out of the ordinary. "What?" she asked, heat rising in her
cheeks.
"Nothing," Miroku flashed a devilish smile and tugged on her captured hand, pulling her
forward into his lap. With a swift move, he overwhelmed her lips with his own, not allowing her
the chance to fight him off.
The thought to push him off and bestow upon him divine punishment didn't occur to
Kagome as it should (and usually did) have. His tongue lapped across her lips in an almost
hypnotic rhythm, lulling her into a pliable, accepting state. As if charmed by the swaying tongue,
her mouth fell open and allowed it to delve inside and work its magic there.
With great reluctance, Kagome allowed Miroku's mouth to depart from hers, though she
moaned her disappointment when he did so. Said mouth bent in a smirk. "I think you're right,
Kagome-sama. This is a far more effective way to make an impression."
Category: Drabble
Author: Megami
Rating: PG ( K+ ) – for a little tongue.
Challenge: Introduction
Words: 386
"Then how do you suggest that I introduce myself to young ladies, Kagome-sama?"
Miroku asked, inching closer to his tutor with a hand outstretched.
Kagome intercepted the hand hovering above her thigh with her own and clenched
tightly. A vein was throbbing in her temple. "Well, in my time, we shake hands to greet each
other."
"Oh?" a grin alighted the monk's charming face. With the expression of a child reaching
out for a most desired sweet, Miroku's hand rose to cup –
SMACK!
"Hands, Miroku!" Kagome scolded, withdrawing her own from his face. She left behind
an angry red mark. "We shake hands!"
Miroku forked an eyebrow at her as he rubbed his newly tender cheek. "Shake...hands?
Like this?" he waved his free appendage at her, leaving his wrist loose to allow it to wobble
freely.
"No," Kagome sighed, releasing Miroku's hand in order to grip it properly. She switched
from her left to her right and slipped it into the monk's matching hand, overlapping his thumb
with hers. They fit together perfectly. "Like this. Now, squeeze firmly and bring your hand up
and down."
Miroku stared curiously at their conjoined hands, but Kagome couldn't decipher his
thoughts. ‘He's probably going to propose again,' she thought, snorting.
At the soft sound, Miroku looked up at her face again. Kagome fought to pretend that she
hadn't made even the slightest sound out of the ordinary. "What?" she asked, heat rising in her
cheeks.
"Nothing," Miroku flashed a devilish smile and tugged on her captured hand, pulling her
forward into his lap. With a swift move, he overwhelmed her lips with his own, not allowing her
the chance to fight him off.
The thought to push him off and bestow upon him divine punishment didn't occur to
Kagome as it should (and usually did) have. His tongue lapped across her lips in an almost
hypnotic rhythm, lulling her into a pliable, accepting state. As if charmed by the swaying tongue,
her mouth fell open and allowed it to delve inside and work its magic there.
With great reluctance, Kagome allowed Miroku's mouth to depart from hers, though she
moaned her disappointment when he did so. Said mouth bent in a smirk. "I think you're right,
Kagome-sama. This is a far more effective way to make an impression."