InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little Bits ❯ Who's Shy ( Chapter 15 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Who's Shy?
Miroku did not anticipate that his stomach would so filled with butterflies. He stood in their house, facing his shy, demur bride, and was unable to do anything but swallow. He had never really believed this day would come. He had flirted, connived, stole and joked his way through life for so long, desperate to take pleasure where he could, unable to even try to love, unable to believe he had any future.
Then he'd run into Kagome and Inuyasha. Despite initial distrust, Kagome had accepted him, then made him her friend. And, then...
Sango.
He looked at his bride. So beautiful. So strong. How had she come to love him? How had he come to love her, when he'd known it was futile? But he had, try as hard as he could to hide it from everyone, including himself.
He couldn't move. He was almost afraid to touch her, afraid to wake up from the dream he didn't want to end. Love, marriage, life--impossible dreams--
"Husband..." Eyes looked up through lashes.
He blushed. "Ah... umm..."
"Hurry up."
His face flamed. "I ... uh..."
She was suddenly on him, one strong arm around his back, the other around his neck, pulling his face down. "Kiss me, you hentai," she hissed, giving him no chance to answer verbally, bringing their lips together. His paralysis broke, and he welded his body against hers and obeyed her command, shyness breaking under joy and love (and lust), as he held his future.
Then he'd run into Kagome and Inuyasha. Despite initial distrust, Kagome had accepted him, then made him her friend. And, then...
Sango.
He looked at his bride. So beautiful. So strong. How had she come to love him? How had he come to love her, when he'd known it was futile? But he had, try as hard as he could to hide it from everyone, including himself.
He couldn't move. He was almost afraid to touch her, afraid to wake up from the dream he didn't want to end. Love, marriage, life--impossible dreams--
"Husband..." Eyes looked up through lashes.
He blushed. "Ah... umm..."
"Hurry up."
His face flamed. "I ... uh..."
She was suddenly on him, one strong arm around his back, the other around his neck, pulling his face down. "Kiss me, you hentai," she hissed, giving him no chance to answer verbally, bringing their lips together. His paralysis broke, and he welded his body against hers and obeyed her command, shyness breaking under joy and love (and lust), as he held his future.