InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Arboreal Reflections ( Chapter 92 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 956 | Visits: 641 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 956 | Visits: 641 | Status: Completed
Title: Arboreal Reflections
Community: First Tweak
Theme: Under the Cherry Tree
Place Earned: 2nd (tie)
Rating: PG-13
Universe: post-manga canon
Word count: 777
Summary: The Inu-gang relaxes under the shade of a cherry tree.
Warnings: mentions of sex
Arboreal Reflections
Miroku sighed contentedly, gazing out at the field from under the shade of his favorite cherry tree. The wind gusted, lifting pink petals free to dance in the air, adding to the spectacle. He turned to his wife, favoring her with a sultry smirk. Judging by her slightly flushed cheeks and averted gaze, she knew exactly what he was thinking about.
“Wonderful, isn’t it, Miroku-sama?” Kagome observed. Her attention likewise was drawn to the field, where Miroku and Sango’s three children were playing. The twins were five and their little brother was three. This was one of their parents’ favorite spots to take them, and Kagome loved to come along to enjoy the family’s company. She knew Inuyasha did too, though he would never admit it.
She glanced at her husband to see him equally enthralled by the children at play. His lips were quirked in that soft smile he only wore when they were alone or when he didn’t realize people were watching him. Yes, in many ways, Inuyasha was still the same hanyou he had been when they first met. In many other ways, he was completely different. As far as Kagome was concerned, he now embodied the best of both versions. For the most part, at least.
She knew what he was thinking about. She too felt the turbulent mix of excitement and trepidation which could only come with being heavily pregnant with their first child. But the trepidation was natural; there was no doubt in either of their minds that they were ready.
They had certainly taken their time; it was not until almost a year after her return that they finally took their relationship beyond kissing. That night was one she would never forget; she had been happy beforehand, but had not realized until that moment what true completion was. The intervening months had been a slow buildup, as they got to know each other all over again after three long years apart. It had been more than another year before they decided to start a family together.
“Actually,” Miroku spoke up in response to her earlier question, “I was thinking about something else.” The hint of lechery in his tone peaked Kagome’s curiosity, and she acted on it despite her better judgment.
“Oh? What would that be?”
“Little Kenta was conceived under this very tree.”
Kagome stifled a laugh; she didn’t think Sango, flushing beat red by now, would appreciate it. She was glaring daggers at her husband as it was. Feeling a little guilty for helping Miroku get into trouble, she decided to help him out.
“Don’t feel too embarrassed, Sango-chan. This child,” she said, patting her belly, “was conceived in one of Goshinboku’s branches.”
Inuyasha choked, his face flushing to match the taijiya’s. Kagome and Miroku shared an amused look; the two of them were kindred spirits in this regard, both of them more open than their chosen partners about sex. She because of her roots in twentieth century, and he because of his perverted nature. Speaking of which, he flashed Kagome a wink before leaning over and whispering in his wife’s ear. If Kagome hadn’t already known his words were provocative, Sango’s deepening flush would have provided ample indication. She set her jaw and clenched her fists, but her eyes betrayed her. Although angry with her husband for making such a show in front of their friends, she was not altogether opposed to his proposal. And the smugness rolling off him in waves suggested that he knew it.
Kagome chuckled softly to herself. “Why don’t you two go take a break from parenting for awhile?” she proposed. “Inuyasha and I will watch the kids.”
“A-are you sure, Kagome-chan?” Sango asked, eyes darting between the miko’s knowing gaze and her husband’s lust-filled eyes.
“Yep.”
No sooner had Kagome spoken her one-syllable answer than Miroku had taken Sango by the hand and dragged her off.
“Thank you, Kagome-sama!” he called over his shoulder. “Let us know if you’d ever like us to return the favor!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Kagome said quietly, shooting Inuyasha a seductive grin. “I will.”
“K-keh!” he stuttered, looking away, his blush effectively renewed. Kagome laughed openly; Inuyasha was so funny. Get him in bed, and he was a tiger. Try to banter with him about sex, and he turned into a frightened puppy. It was just one of the many things that made him so special to her.
She scooted over and leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm automatically coming up to wrap around her. Together, they observed their friends’ children at play, dreaming of the day when their own offspring would join them.
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Community: First Tweak
Theme: Under the Cherry Tree
Place Earned: 2nd (tie)
Rating: PG-13
Universe: post-manga canon
Word count: 777
Summary: The Inu-gang relaxes under the shade of a cherry tree.
Warnings: mentions of sex
Arboreal Reflections
Miroku sighed contentedly, gazing out at the field from under the shade of his favorite cherry tree. The wind gusted, lifting pink petals free to dance in the air, adding to the spectacle. He turned to his wife, favoring her with a sultry smirk. Judging by her slightly flushed cheeks and averted gaze, she knew exactly what he was thinking about.
“Wonderful, isn’t it, Miroku-sama?” Kagome observed. Her attention likewise was drawn to the field, where Miroku and Sango’s three children were playing. The twins were five and their little brother was three. This was one of their parents’ favorite spots to take them, and Kagome loved to come along to enjoy the family’s company. She knew Inuyasha did too, though he would never admit it.
She glanced at her husband to see him equally enthralled by the children at play. His lips were quirked in that soft smile he only wore when they were alone or when he didn’t realize people were watching him. Yes, in many ways, Inuyasha was still the same hanyou he had been when they first met. In many other ways, he was completely different. As far as Kagome was concerned, he now embodied the best of both versions. For the most part, at least.
She knew what he was thinking about. She too felt the turbulent mix of excitement and trepidation which could only come with being heavily pregnant with their first child. But the trepidation was natural; there was no doubt in either of their minds that they were ready.
They had certainly taken their time; it was not until almost a year after her return that they finally took their relationship beyond kissing. That night was one she would never forget; she had been happy beforehand, but had not realized until that moment what true completion was. The intervening months had been a slow buildup, as they got to know each other all over again after three long years apart. It had been more than another year before they decided to start a family together.
“Actually,” Miroku spoke up in response to her earlier question, “I was thinking about something else.” The hint of lechery in his tone peaked Kagome’s curiosity, and she acted on it despite her better judgment.
“Oh? What would that be?”
“Little Kenta was conceived under this very tree.”
Kagome stifled a laugh; she didn’t think Sango, flushing beat red by now, would appreciate it. She was glaring daggers at her husband as it was. Feeling a little guilty for helping Miroku get into trouble, she decided to help him out.
“Don’t feel too embarrassed, Sango-chan. This child,” she said, patting her belly, “was conceived in one of Goshinboku’s branches.”
Inuyasha choked, his face flushing to match the taijiya’s. Kagome and Miroku shared an amused look; the two of them were kindred spirits in this regard, both of them more open than their chosen partners about sex. She because of her roots in twentieth century, and he because of his perverted nature. Speaking of which, he flashed Kagome a wink before leaning over and whispering in his wife’s ear. If Kagome hadn’t already known his words were provocative, Sango’s deepening flush would have provided ample indication. She set her jaw and clenched her fists, but her eyes betrayed her. Although angry with her husband for making such a show in front of their friends, she was not altogether opposed to his proposal. And the smugness rolling off him in waves suggested that he knew it.
Kagome chuckled softly to herself. “Why don’t you two go take a break from parenting for awhile?” she proposed. “Inuyasha and I will watch the kids.”
“A-are you sure, Kagome-chan?” Sango asked, eyes darting between the miko’s knowing gaze and her husband’s lust-filled eyes.
“Yep.”
No sooner had Kagome spoken her one-syllable answer than Miroku had taken Sango by the hand and dragged her off.
“Thank you, Kagome-sama!” he called over his shoulder. “Let us know if you’d ever like us to return the favor!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Kagome said quietly, shooting Inuyasha a seductive grin. “I will.”
“K-keh!” he stuttered, looking away, his blush effectively renewed. Kagome laughed openly; Inuyasha was so funny. Get him in bed, and he was a tiger. Try to banter with him about sex, and he turned into a frightened puppy. It was just one of the many things that made him so special to her.
She scooted over and leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm automatically coming up to wrap around her. Together, they observed their friends’ children at play, dreaming of the day when their own offspring would join them.
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