InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nostrum ❯ Un ( Chapter 1 )

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Fair warning…parts of this I found littering my room Sunday morn. Needless to say I launched myself headfirst into some serious debauchery Saturday night. Now I'm not trying to say that liquor and drugs will make you creative…they might, but mostly they just make you stupid. So don't do drugs. Now that the public service portion of the author notes has conclude, I really just wanted to say that I'm not sure exactly what happened, what I did, or how they hell I got my contacts out…but I had this. This is the only tangible thing from that night…aside from some mud (?), a few random phone numbers, and the account of my roommate and her boyfriend (who called me a `real trooper!' in a slightly awed tone.)

Oh…and its LOOONG!

Nostrum

(Brought to you courtesy of the substance abusing Evil Bunny)

I've been riding on my elephant, since before the crack of dawn

And there's a monkey on a unicycletearing up my lawn

Swimming in my pool with all the penguins that I rented

Smoking candy cigarettes, those funky birds can be demented

The monkey stole the whiskey and he drank it like a fiend

Then he stole the pinnatta, and he stumbled from the scene

Into the sunset…

Into the sun…set.

~Spookie Daly Pride "Birthday Song"

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It was prima facie. No, it was something else. It was the way she had come to think of him. The way everything had flip-flopped. It couldn't be explained in simple words. It was more of a feeling than something tangible. Why couldn't she just admit it, rather than dancing brokenly around the subject? It was just the way things were done where she was from. A teenage girl didn't admit the way she felt towards a male first. In a way she was upholding a zeitgeist. Yes, she was a cultural icon in disguise.

She pushed warily away from the wooden structure that was the well. Bracing herself she tottered her way in the general direction of the village. She was only slightly tipsy…defiantly not drunk. Not that she wasn't entitled to be drunk, she had the god given right to be tossed off her rocker. But was she? No, because her demon inclined companion had demanded she come back tonight. She could just imagine what would happen if he somehow managed to find her at the party. Giggling slightly she worked out the scenario in her head:

First there would be a general, collective gasp at his rude and slightly destructive entrance.

"GASP!"

Then he would make his way through the drunken, smoky, zwieback throng of new high school graduates to latch onto any available body part, and drag her through the room; fully intent on towing her straight back to the well. Maybe Hojo would step forward to defend her somehow.

"Kagome? Do you know this guy? Do you require my, oh so considerate assistance? Perhaps I could inform him of your incredibly embarrassing case of syphilis…if it has spread to your brain you really shouldn't be roughing around as such."

And she would pick up metal folding chair conveniently placed beside her, efficiently fold it up…and beat Hojo about the neck and shoulders until he shut the fuck up.

"Oh my gosh!" Someone would exclaim. "He has ears!" This would cause a low murmur to careen its way throughout the room.

"Ears? He has ears? Do I have ears?"

Inuyasha would growl menacingly and whip out his tetsusaiga,

"Schwing!"

and promptly decimate half of her graduating class. Really, who looks forward to high school reunions anyway?

Following the necessary shrieking and mind numbing chaos that always follows the massacre of hundreds of innocent young people full of potential, with all of their lives ahead of them; and whilst Inuyasha was fighting off the soccer team, Brad, the shirtless exchange student would whisk her away from the fray.

His sun lightened hair would reflect pinkly from the blood splattered light fixture, his lightly oiled biceps glistening dimly. "Kagome!" He would bite out in that delightfully deep voice, "Please, I want to take you with me, back to America. Your beauty astounded me, from the first time you walked into school…and your friends told me that you had been gone due to a nearly deadly case of necrotizing fasciitis. I couldn't help but think of how strong and brave you must be. I want to lavish you with gifts and money. I will do anything to please you, emotionally and physically."

She would gasp. "Gasp!" And fall upon his wonderful body limply, letting him catch her. "Oh Brad! Yes, take me away! Oh hell, just take me!" And they would fall…

Just then the real Kagome, who was wandering around the damp dark woods of the real world, tripped over a wayward root…that was sent up from hell to see to her destruction. Indeed.

An ant passed by her eye, she could tell; since her nose was implanted in the ground. It was probably going home to its sweet little ant wife, to see his sweet little ant kids. It made her want to vomit. She giggled slightly and pushed herself to her knees. Okay, she'd admit it; she was dangerously close to being drunk. With a winsome grin she began to pick her way through the trees she wasn't even aware she had wandered into, and this time (fantasy free) aimed her defiant feet to the old miko's hut.

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It was late, as in dangerously close to morning. Everyone's favorite monk was sitting not to far from the small structure where the rest of his comrades were sleeping, save one. He rested in the damp grass, legs crossed, `meditating'. There was a noisy rustling of leaves directly in front of him, where the trail led out of the woods. His eyes flew open his body tense and his senses wide open, trying to gauge the threat. When he heard a light feminine curse and then a delightfully musical giggle, he relaxed and stood; making his way to where the girl inevitably was.

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Kagome sat on the forest floor looking curiously at her foot. It looked simple enough; the malicious root had merely wound its way on top of her sensible shoes. For the life of her she couldn't get it off. It could very well have something to do with the fact that her hands had conspired against her, once nimble fingers fumbled over the fibrous twine. She cursed again, no longer amused at the heinous rhizome. She attacked it with unheeded clumsy violence, and achieved nothing more than making a mess of herself.

Flopping onto her back she sighed, drunken mind quickly coming to terms with her fate as demon kibble. "Bits." She mumbled incoherently. "It's bacon!" She giggled at herself, good naturedly. She was only mildly surprised to hear a smooth masculine chuckle from the trees behind her.

Now, a normal, non-intoxicated person would have sat up and greeted this newcomer…or jumped up and attacked, which seemed to be the feudal ages favorite way of saying "Howdy, let me take your hat!". Kagome, well she was neither normal, nor non-intoxicated. So, she arched her spine and craned her head back, stretching her neck and bearing most of her body weight on her head. "Howdy!" She gushed from her awkward position. "Let me take your hat!"

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Miroku had arrived in time to hear Kagome curse the flora and fauna of the forest. He watched amused at her frenzied violent movements that unearthed more dirt than root, and finally fall back…defeated. He chuckled slightly at her drunken mumblings, drawing attention to himself. Her unusual movements' immediately caught his attention, and his imagination. She certainly was flexible. And her outfit left amazing amounts of skin bare. "Howdy!" He supposed this was a form of greeting, and nodded in return. "Let me take your hat!" Oh wasn't she delightfully maudlin?

He shook his head and he picked his way through the underbrush. "I'm afraid that I do not have one."

"Have what?" She questioned, rolling her head to follow his movements.

"A hat." He reminded her gently, crouching before her. If he tilted his head a bit, he could almost see under that delightful confection she was wearing.

She looked confused. "I thought all monks had hats. Straw things. Don't they come general issue, with those robes and scrolls?" She stretched her arms out over her head, imagining Buddha himself handing out stacks of various clothing to naked young recruits from behind a large military issue green counter. She grinned at the visual and brought herself up in an amazingly lithe catlike movement, and wiggling a bit before bringing her arms down.

He grinned at her from his position at her feet, strong fingers working to dislodge her foot. "Ah, well, I was never the conventional monk. Nor did I have the conventional training. Ergo, no hat."

She poked her lower lip out in an enticing manner, "that's so sad." He raised his eyes again to look at her curiously. "How so?" He wondered conversely. She shook her head to and fro. "To think, all the things you had to endure. The beating sun, the driving rain, the general lack of hat hair!" She exclaimed forlorn.

He lowered his head, "Yes, the red nose, the cold ears, the free flowing locks. I have been truly deprived."

"Don't joke." She admonished with a giggle. "It's sad."

With his hand curled gently curled around her ankle he drew her foot out of its fibrous prison. "Terribly." He agreed. "There, no more evil root." He pointed out giving her ankle a squeeze.

"Oh! Evil doesn't begin to describe it. Amoral maybe, immoral…hellish, malicious, vile, diabolical, nefarious, vicious…" she continued on as Miroku stood and offered her his hand. "foul, hateful, pernicious, villainous…" he pulled her to her feet, and began to brush some of the clinging dirt off of her being. "Iniquitous, black-hearted, corrupt, satanic, foul…"

"I believe you mentioned foul already." He said helpfully, taking her hand and leading her.

"Oh. Did I?" At his nod her face screwed up in thought. "Okay. Sinful, malignant, fiendish, blasphemous, irreligious, dishonest, base, heinous, treacherous, unrighteous and bad!" She finished with a flourish.

He paused to look at her. She was the picture of innocence, hair mussed herself slightly dirty, shoe half on. "Bad?" He questioned.

"Yes." She said with a decisive nod. "Very bad." And with that, promptly dropped his hand and wandered over to a conveniently placed fallen log. She primly sat herself down and looked at him expectantly. Unsure of what she wanted of him, he lightly pushed his staff into the ground and leaned upon it.

"Did you have an enjoyable time at home?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side a bit.

She mimicked his movement, bracing her hand slightly on the log due to the vertigo that resulted. "It wasn't bad." She remarked. "Hyoga grabbed my ass, so I had to rough him up a bit."

"Hyoga?" He demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Yes. He's the class president. Oh, was rather." She informed him looking slightly thoughtful. She was surprised out of her musings by a very Inuyasha sounding growl. Looking around sharply she realized it wasn't the wayward hanyou, but the monk before her. "Did you just growl?" She demanded.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did you do what Inuyasha and I taught you?" He questioned in a low voice.

"Yeah." She answered warily. "He won't be approaching anything of the opposite sex for quite awhile." She preened a little at the memory of the ego ridden pretty boy curled up on the floor. "He went down like a cheep pair of stockings."

Miroku's jaw clenched and unclenched in a rather, rhythmic pattern. Kagome had the urge to hum and tap her foot at the tightening of muscle. But she didn't think he would appreciate it. "Hey." She said in a gently scolding tone, "if I can fight off various forms of demon, and keep Kouga at bay; don't you think I can handle one frat bound air head?"

Not sure of the connotation of the last part of her question, but knowing it could be anything but flattering his shoulders relaxed a bit. "Not that I'm not deeply touched by your apparent concern…" she assured.

He raised one brow and leered attractively. "How deeply do you want to be touched?" He purred.

She looked stunned briefly, before blushing lightly and giggling. "Oh that was good. I was just asking for that wasn't I?"

He grinned down at her, pleased that she hadn't squealed and ran like she used to when he made overly suggestive comments. "It was almost too easy." He assured her.

She sighed, and stretched again, seemingly unknowing where her companions eyes roamed. Her head was still delightfully fuzzy. "Why are you still up?" She wondered allowed. "Its pretty late, is everything okay?"

Miroku shrugged, still smiling down at her. "I couldn't sleep. Inuyasha is sleeping inside tonight, he snores worse than Mushin after an all-nighter."

Kagome grinned widely. "Inuyasha? Inside? You've got to be kidding me."

He leaned further on his staff, "Yes, it was unusual. He came in mumbling something about insects and flying bloodsucking devils."

She let out another delightful giggle, leaning back on her hands. "You in a hurry or something?"

A puzzled look came over his face, unsure of her direction. "Pardon?"

She gestured to the space beside her. "Take off your pants, stay awhile."

His eyes widened, mouth dropping open in surprise at her comment. By her silly grin, she had gotten just the reaction she had wanted. He fumbled a bit for a reply, but recovered quickly. So, she wanted to play did she?

"I was never one to deny a lady." He countered smoothly while reaching up for the knot that held his outer robes together.

Her smile trembled a bit, and her eyes narrowed. "Is this the same man who stole that box of Girl Scout cookies and refused to share?"

The purpleness fell to a puddle at his pious feet. "I do not recall anything of the sort." He defended haughtily, lifting one hand in a prayer like gesture.

"I seem to remember you shoving them into your mouth and yelling `MINE! MINE! MINE!'." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and watched as he reached to his side to untie the stings that rested there and pull the inky black fabric away from his chest.

He dropped the fabric onto the steadily increasing pile beside him. "You must be mistaken. I may have taken the cookies, but only to offer up their chocolaty goodness to the heavens. I placed them on an alter to the great Buddha, and I prayed." He toed off his sandals and lined them up side by side next to his clothing.

"Oh? Was that was that was?" Kagome asked, touching her tongue to her upper lip while her eyes ran their way up and down his chest.

"Indeed." He confirmed as he eased himself down into a relaxed lotus position in front of her.

They watched each other for a bit, seemingly unawares of the unusual situation that they were in. Kagome leaned forward, bringing her face very close to his. "You know," she began "you've taken off everything but what I asked." She raised one eyebrow in silent question.

Miroku leaned further toward the girl, letting his breath ease over her lips. "Well, it is rather chilly."

Kagome's brows shot up and a teasing grin parted her lips. "Ah. Defending your masculinity already are you?" She shot a pointed look to his lap.

His own lips quirked at her audacity and he brought a hand up to touch her cheek. "Oh my gentle flower, it would have to be very, very cold for that."

Much to his own surprise, her endearing reaction was not to be found. She didn't blush, or giggle. Instead she looked curious. Her gaze lingered suggestively on his lap, and he felt all the blood rush out of his head. Her eyes widened and her smile grew. "Ooh. Cocky." She taunted

His palm flattened against her cheek and she turned towards it. "Indeed." He countered with a grin, and she giggled in that delightfully girlish way. Leaning forward Kagome touched her nose to his. He watched her steadily, not wanting to show any unwarranted…attention. Something that was completely unlike him.

She moved forward and pinned him with a sweetly simple, almost chaste kiss. Leaning back she grinned broadly, bringing both hands up to run down the sides of his face. "You're so pretty."

She giggled again when one of his brows shot up. "Pretty?" He demanded. "You think I'm `pretty'?"

"Yep."

"You couldn't have thought of something a little less feminine?"

"What's wrong with `pretty'?" She asked sounding genuinely curious.

"You're pretty." He said it like it proved his point.

"Thank you." She said smiling prettily and squeezing sown to sit in front of him against the log; nearly in his lap. Not that he minded. "That was sweet, but it doesn't answer my question."

He sighed, running a hand over his face, looking generally put upon. "You just…you just don't call a man `pretty'."

She shook her head, studying him seriously. "Why not?"

He blew out his breath, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Would you call Inuyasha `pretty'?" He asked.

"No."

He brought his hand down onto his thigh. "Okay then…what would you call Inuyasha?"

She seemed to ponder this for a moment, "Ummm…Arrogant, rude, self centered, insensitive…"

Miroku sighed, rubbing his hand over his face again. "No no no." He said cutting her off. "Appearance wise, how would you describe him?"

"Oh." She blinked and again looked thoughtful. "Well, I guess he would be ruggedly handsome. Dangerous looking, being half demon and all."

He looked at her pointedly. "See?" He demanded.

Again, Kagome met him with a serious gaze. "No."

Miroku's shoulders dropped in defeat and he heaved a sigh. "Why couldn't you have described me that way? You don't think I'm handsome?"

His companion waved her hand airily from side to side, dismissing his woe. "Don't be silly! Of course you're handsome. Very much so. But your not Inuyasha, and he's not you. So why would I use the same words to describe you?"

It was Miroku's turn to blink. She did have a point. "I still don't see what's wrong with being `pretty'."

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs. "Sesshoumaru is `pretty'."

"Ahh." She conceded with a grin, leaning forward also.

Throwing caution to the wind he eased forward to meet her, just slowly enough to let her know his intentions. His libido did a merry dance when she leaned into him, letting him take the kiss where he may.

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It was not so soft, hungry, and dare she say…savage? She had imagined kissing him before, but had never imagined it quite like this. His mouth moved against hers, and she instinctively parted her lips, letting him take her deeper. She laid against him in that boneless way the drunk have, her fingers rose to tangle in his hair. She had an unnatural obsession with his hair; she would watch him in the morning, running his fingers through it to remove the sleepy tangles. For something that looked so careless, it was amazingly soft and silky. Her tongue tangled with his, eagerly exploring the smooth wet flesh. He tasted wonderful, indescribable, faintly of the tea he had inevitably drank before bed, and the smell of sage. How could he taste like the smell of something? She eagerly sought to discover the meaning of this and tilting her head, took the kiss to new heights.

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The passion startled him. He had never imagined her to let it go this far. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, easing under the flimsy skirt she wore. He leaned her back against the log, teeth nipping at her full slightly bruised bottom lip. His clever hands slid around beneath her knees to pull her legs up and apart, giving him room between them, and directing them around his waist so he could delight in the feel of her skin against his own. His lips flowed down her neck, teeth nibbling on her collar bone as he pulled the strap of her snug tank top over her shoulder. She gave a mew and ran her nails up his back.

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Her nails dug into flesh. He was warm. Very warm. The rasp of bark on her back didn't register; Miroku was more than making up for her unnoticed discomfort. The scrape of his teeth against the breast she didn't know he had exposed made her head whirl, she was immersed in sensation. And the only cohesive thought she had was; `why didn't I try this sooner?'

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He could not believe she was letting him do this. She had to be very drunk, but for all the enduring love of Buddha, he hoped not. Her hands were ghosting over all of him, her hips twisting down onto his; and the noises she was making! He brought his head up from her chest, breathing deeply. If he didn't know better he would say his lungs were filled with liquid, his breath rasped out harshly, impossible to catch. "Kagome." He said in a deep rumble.

"Mmmm?" She hummed. Was she trying to kill him? Shirley she had been sent up, a minion of hell to lead him into the deepest of temptations, the fiery pits of sin. If she was any indication of how it would feel to deviate from the Path, he would gladly stray.

He closed his eyes and shook his head sharply, desperately seeking his derailed train of thought. "You're drunk." He stated sadly.

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Kagome blinked stupidly. Was he actually trying to get out of this? She was on his lap. Mostly naked. And he was spouting off nonsense about her being drunk? Her mind screeched at the Gods for their sardonic twist. Her bottom lip poked out unconsciously, the pout automatically catching Miroku's eye.

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She looked sad. This was a good thing, wasn't it? This meant that she didn't want him to stop…right?

"No I'm not." She pouted passing fingers over his shoulder. "Just a little buzzed is all." Her hands were pulling him down onto her again, and his libido began to sing Ava Maria, or some equally related tune. His lips crashed down on hers, making her emit a slightly startled squeak. Her hands fisted in his hair, and his un-cursed hand curled around her breast fiddling almost idly with her happy little nipple.

He vaguely registered that his beads were tangled in her flimsy undergarments. They were alien to him, and he had breathed in relief when he realized she had not worn one of those strange breast bindings beneath the revealing top.

She was doing something wonderful to his tongue. His skin was humming. For being one who came off as so inexperienced, she was amazingly talented. He tugged fruitlessly on his hand, curling his fingers to reduce the risk of inadvertently jerking off the rosary and sucking them both into the void that had become his palm. She must have misunderstood his actions, because she lifted her hips and down slid the garment.

Not that this was a bad thing…however, should they be interrupted it would be very hard to explain how Kagome's lacy undergarments had become tangled in his beads. The thought was quickly banished by the firm grasp of her hands on his bottom.

His shocked mind whirled infectively. Who could have known that she would not only be accepting, but instigating as well? Her mouth broke away from his to flow down his neck and her teeth latched onto his shoulder. Nipping her way across his collar bone, he vaguely registered that those were her fingers nimbly working on pulling off his pants from her awkward position.

Thoughts, ideas, misconceptions and delightful deviations zipped clumsily around his head, kicking up dust and looking somewhat like Kouga dashing into camp. He whimpered slightly as her hands boldly closed over him, her movements slow and precise. Almost as if measuring him, he could almost see her popping up, straightening her clothes and while pointing at said organ telling him `Nope, sorry. That's not going to work.' Before bounding off merrily towards the hut, leaving him in a quivering puddle of sexual frustration.

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She had never actually touched one before. Sure she had seen pictures, and on a few lucky occasions, had the dubious pleasure of catching the glimpse of an actual one. Traveling with two grown males pretty much insured upon that. She touched it almost reverently, likening the experience to an iconoclast rushing into a temple and snatching up some golden relic. She was Indiana Jones, but without the unnecessarily large boulder and savages.

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He was all for the show and tell portion of the evening, and he had no qualms about letting Kagome put her hot little hands anywhere she wanted, but she was killing him! These slow little butterfly touches weren't anything more than a delicate tease, a slow death if you will. Shuddering violently he grasped her wrists, and twisting lithely, spilled her onto her back into the mossy softness growing next to the log.

She `meep'-ed at the movement and blinked up at him from her new vantage.

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Before she could even realize what had happened he was above her, and had her wrists pined next to her head. She studied him for a bit, taking in his messy appearance and total…nakedness, and decided that she really liked this new view point. She should pave an outcropping, and put up those fifty cent binocular viewfinders so everyone could have such a delicious view. Come one, come all, take pictures with the kids! And please, visit the gift shop.

She giggled a bit at her own thoughts before lifting her legs to curl them around his waist, pulling his hips down against her. Later, much later, she would marvel at how forward she had been, but right now she was absorbed in the wonderful sound Miroku had made at her motion.

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When he got back to the village he was going to stock pile sake, and every night for the fore-seeable future, he was going to get Kagome `buzzed' as she called it. The village.

"Kagome?" He ground out harshly.

"Huh?" She was obviously not paying all that much attention.

"Kagome, what…what about Inuyasha?"

She was still for a moment, wide blue eyes staring up at him dumbly. Blinking, she squirmed a bit, and he bit his lip to muffle the curse that wanted to break free.

"Oh." He was toast. So long hot forest sex! So long delightfully toasted Kagome lying almost naked beneath him! This was the point in which she would realize her undying love for the half human, who undoubtedly outsized him, and shove him off her. More than likely making a screaming run to the one with the sharp claws…and teeth.

"Well…hmm. Miroku, I didn't know you swung that way."

"Huh?" Him? What?

"Really, I think I'd be more comfortable with it just being the two of us. Maybe with some time, and a ton of booze, I could consider letting Inuyasha join us. I just don't know how I would handle a three-some."

The way she said it made him pause. There was no way she could be serious. Ah, yes. There was just enough of a glint in her eyes that he knew…she was mocking him.

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The girl gazed up at the naked confused monk. This was just too priceless. She could literally see him thinking. She just hoped to every available god, that he wasn't considering calling her bluff.

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There was only one thing to do in a situation like this.

Miroku's fingers dug mercilessly into the poor unsuspecting girl's ribs. Her eyes went wide with shock just before she began to shriek with laughter.

"Gah! Mercy!" She cried in defeat.

Gods she was beautiful. The thought ran over and over through his head, a record stuck on a ridge. She was a true vision, laying there with her eyes shinning, skin flushed…he grinned a grin of a conquering hero, home from a long fought war. She was his. No denying it now, he wouldn't let her go after this.

Giving her no room to rethink the situation, he lowered his mouth to hers, and pinned her with a slow, deep, very through kiss. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to cover her completely. His hands ran up and down her sides, only becoming momentarily distracted at the fabric that was gathered at her waist. She was moaning, and wiggling, and before he could think better of it, he was sliding into her.

His jaw clenched, eyes that desperately wanted to roll back in his head, remained steady and fixed on hers. And she looked oddly perplexed.

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Wasn't this supposed to hurt? Wasn't that what all the novels, all the movies, all her friends had told her? She had been bracing herself for the inevitable stinging, all encompassing pain that was supposed to result from her foray into the forbidden. She wiggled her hips a bit, trying to ignore the pained groan from the man above her. She felt…full, tight maybe, but not pained. It was different, and nothing like she thought it would be. Should she be writhing in amazing pleasure? What was her role here?

"Umm."

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He was really trying to hold himself still…really. He would be considerate and not pound her into the ground, like he really wanted to. But really, if he was going to be a gentleman, she needed to stop moving!

"Umm." Oh no. She sounded uncertain.

"'Umm'?" He asked in a deep scratchy voice. "What's `umm'? Is `umm' bad?" He really didn't want to hurt her…or himself.

"…No." She confirmed.

"Then what's wrong?" He sounded really worried now.

"It's just…I thought this was supposed to…you know…hurt. Or something."

He blinked twice, and then lowered himself onto his forearms over her. "Don't get me wrong here, I don't want to make fun of you expectations or anything but…isn't `not hurting' a good thing?" He asked.

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"Well, yes." She squirmed a bit more. "It's nothing like I thought it would be, but then I'm not really sure what I expected." She lifted her hips again, tightening her legs around his waist. There was a low pleasant throb replacing the snug feeling, she wiggled again while contemplating it.

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Again with the moving! Gah! He clenched his jaw and groaned again, as tiny fissures of pleasure boiled their way up his spine.

"Kagome, love." He ground out. "If you want to have this conversation…which is all fine and good…you really need to stop wiggling around like that."

She stopped all movement, and looked up at him sheepishly. "Sorry." She whispered.

He sighed and lowered his head to the curve of her neck. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound harsh. It is just that you moving around is making it hard for me…well…not to." He nuzzled apologetically. Her nails dug slightly into his back as he continued to nibble his way up and down her neck.

She sighed almost dreamily. "It's just strange, I've built myself up for a certain thing and now…" she trailed off.

"I understand, take all the time you need." Did he just say that? Oh damnation! He was just digging himself into an even bigger hole. His teeth found her ear and nipped the lobe.

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The whole situation was almost funny. This wasn't what she had envisioned her first time to be like, lying on the damp ground…in the feudal era. And besides all that, Miroku was the one inside her. Not that she hadn't thought about him like that, or hadn't fantasized about what it would be like with him…she had, quite a bit actually. She just had never thought that she would actually get a chance to literally experience it.

His teeth were teasing the sensitive spot behind her ear, and the pleasant throb became and insistent ache. She was feeling flushed, and wanted…something…very badly.

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She was wiggling again. "Kagome." He rasped out in a scolding tone.

"Yeah…um…I'm done talking now." She was biting her lip and wiggling under him in demanding little moves.

"Oh. Right." He lowered his head to kiss her again, teasing her lips open as he retreated, and slid into her silkily, trying to keep a segment of his mind working to gauge her reaction.

Her nails dug in harder, and she twisted her hips erotically beneath him, she made endearing mewing sounds and she tossed her head from side to side. Obviously, he was doing something right. He continued to move in a smooth slow motion, relishing in the way she was responding. He couldn't ever remember having this much fun pleasuring a woman before.

Her mews and moans were getting louder, her hips twisting more insistently. "Miroku?" She moaned out.

"Yes love?" He murmured against her mouth.

Her legs viced around his hips, and one hand reached up into her head, only to tug it harshly. "Stop teasing me! Please."

He gave a low dark sounding chuckle before bracing himself and desperately picking up the pace.

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The typical after image, they were not. Or were, as far as she knew. In her mind a sexy svelte woman, hair in artful disarray, silky sheets revealing taunting curves; turns to the equally sexy and just as artfully disarrayed man (who would be smoking a cigarette in that manly `I just had sex' way) and say: "Was it good for you?"

To witch the man would toss away his cigarette, and gently, but firmly, push her onto her back and reply "Darling…it was maahvalous." And kiss her silly.

Okay, so maybe this wasn't everyone's typical…heck it wasn't even her typical. But whatever… que sera sera right? She was perfectly happy with her spot sprawled across Miroku's chest. His fingers were running idly up and down her spine, and if she had the capability to purr, she would.

His hands skimmed fully down her back to grasp one of his greatest obsessions, making her start, and then giggle. If this was the end result of all that groping, he could grab her anytime he wanted. A happy smile on her face, she nuzzled into his shoulder.

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The grin that he was sure would never leave his face widened at her reaction. Didn't mind so much now did she? Giving her posterior another firm squeeze he began to sit up, trying not to relent to her lack of acquiescence. She groaned, pushed, shoved, and finally settled on a delightfully feminine pout. He leaned down a bit to nibble the protruding lip, and leaned back when she tried to kiss him more deeply.

"Mmmm!?" She protested. "Miroku!"

"Ah ah ah." He admonished. "The sun is coming up. We need to get you back before Inuyasha explodes with impatience." He gently pulled her to her feet and picked up the robes they had been using as blankets. He shook them out and pointed the still pouting girl to her skirt, which had been tossed aside sometime during their nighttime exertion.

They dressed in silence, the sun gradually turning the sky a cornucopia of colors. Tying the purple outer robes he watched her pull on the barely there top. Helpfully he tugged her hair out of the back and tucked in the little piece of paper sticking out the back, only letting his fingers linger on her skin briefly.

His face jumped in surprise when she whirled around and pinned him with a firm glare. "We're going to do this again. Right?"

Well, that was the last thing he expected, but he was never one to dash a beautiful woman's hopes. Especially this beautiful woman. He pulled her into his arms, one hand once again lowering the rounded temptation. "Of course we are. Many, many more times." He gave her a firm kiss to emphasize this important point.

She gave a relieved sigh. "Oh, good. Good."

Taking her hand he turned in the direction of Kaede's. "Now come on. Let's go and eat something. I'm famished!"

She gave him a smile and a nod, casting one last searching glance at where they had spent the night. She let him tug her along looking thoughtful. "Miroku?" She asked.

"Hmm?"

"Did you happen to see my underwear?"

He could feel heat rushing uncharacteristically to his cheeks, and kept his head forward, hoping she wouldn't see it. "No. No, I can't say I have."

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They came through the woods and into the clearing before the village, and closest to the old miko's hut. Everyone in the village (those who rose early enough) could see the half demon pacing furiously mumbling obscenities. And all those who had the good graces to be awake, and outside, knew that the young futuristic miko was either late, or due to return soon. What no one expected was for the cursed traveling monk to emerge with the girl in tow.

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Inuyasha abruptly stopped pacing, and his dark brows drew together in a frustrated motion. Miroku, who had not expected the hanyou to rise quite this early, ceased walking just as quickly. Kagome bumped into his back with a slight squeak of surprise and dropped his hand; he brought the newly freed hand to the back of his neck, rubbing slightly, as if to say `oh lookie here, I wasn't busy at allll.'

"Hehehe." He laughed pointedly. "Um…found her!"

He let out a quiet sigh of relief when Inuyasha gave a sharp nod. "Eh. `Bout time." His golden eyes ran over the two before narrowing questioningly. He lifted one clawed finger to point at the monk. "Oi! Miroku, what's that on your beads?"

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Ehehehehe….um….THE END!

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