InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Throw a Dog a Bone ( Chapter 105 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
Title: Throw a Dog a Bone
Community: First Tweak
Theme: Fever
Place Earned: none (only 1st selected)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Married Life
Universe: Post-manga Canon
Word count: 820 (300+ limit)
Summary: Miroku does Inuyasha (and Kagome) a favor.
Warnings: sexual innuendo
Throw a Dog a Bone
He wasn’t supposed to see it. The subtle smirk on Kagome’s lips as she whispered in her husband’s ear, the way his eyes bulged, the momentary overflow of spittle as his mind drifted off. It was over quickly, so quickly that Sango did not notice the exchange or Inuyasha’s brief stupor. But Miroku was far too experienced in these matters to miss the signs which were obvious to him. The tension in their bodies, Kagome’s less-than-full attentiveness to the chatting Sango, Inuyasha’s repetitive furtive glances toward the door, his scowl as he tried to think of a way to escape gracefully, and the way his entire face was flushed just slightly with that delicious mix of arousal and frustration. All of these were telltale signs to the houshi Miroku, ex-lecher but still avid appreciator of anything female or sexual.
It was the new moon, and per usual Inuyasha and Kagome were spending the night with him and Sango. This arrangement had begun on the first moonless night after Kagome’s departure from the feudal era, and had simply continued after her return three years later. There was probably no practical reason for it anymore; Kagome was more than powerful enough to handle any trouble that might arise until reinforcements arrived. But all of them enjoyed the companionship, reliving a small part of their grand journey together, and updating their friends on their lives as parents. Inuyasha and Kagome had just entered this latter stage; their infant daughter was slung securely across her mother’s chest.
And that quarter-youkai child was living proof that neither of her parents particularly cared what form Inuyasha was in when they shared carnal relations. For whatever reason, tonight happened to be the night, new moon or no. Miroku chuckled under his breath. It was amusing to look at them, but he also sympathized. He supposed he could throw Inuyasha a bone…so the hanyou-turned-human could give it to his wife.
“My, Inuyasha,” he said, voice full of apparent concern, “you look feverish. Maybe you should go lie down?”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about, bouz—oof!”
Inuyasha turned to glare at his wife, but her meaningful look immediately explained the reason for her harsh elbow into his side. Then Kagome joined in on the act.
“He’s right, Inuyasha,” she declared, reaching her hand up to feel his forehead. “And you’re so hot to the touch!” Miroku almost sniggered at the emphasis she put on the word ‘hot.’ Then she turned to Sango. “Sorry, Sango-chan, but I think I’m going to take Inuyasha home. We can have that bath another time.”
In the blink of an eye, Kagome had pulled Inuyasha to his feet and pushed him out the door. Or perhaps it was him pulling her?
“Well, that was odd,” Sango grumped, clearly mystified and a little put out by the whole turn of events. “Since when does Inuyasha get sick, even on his human night?”
Miroku chuckled softly. “Trust me, Sango, there is nothing wrong with Inuyasha. At least, nothing Kagome-sama cannot cure.”
She gazed at him in bewilderment, and he could see the wheels turning in her head. In the end, it was probably that slightly lecherous grin of his that gave it away.
“Houshi-sama!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at her outraged reaction, even though her irritation was now directed squarely at him. Despite bearing his three children, Sango was still very innocent and reserved about this sort of thing. It was one of the many qualities that he loved about her.
“Well, I’m glad you think this is so funny,” she snapped. “Why couldn’t they have just waited until tomorrow?”
“You know that Kagome-sama had the baby not too long ago. This was probably the first time since the birth that she felt up to having relations. And as you know, when a wife says she is ready to make love again, the husband often has a very hard time waiting any longer.”
Sango turned beat red at the memory his statement conjured. “Yes, I remember,” she admitted quietly, trying not to smile.
Miroku stretched and yawned. “Well, I guess now we can sleep. Or…” he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Or I could go have that bath,” she finished sternly.
“Why don’t I come with you?” Miroku offered, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“And who’s going to watch the children, Houshi-sama?” Sango countered dryly. Seeing her husband slump in disappointment, the slayer grabbed her katana and hiraikotsu and made her way to the door. She paused at the entrance, glancing back over her shoulder and speaking to him in a sultry tone.
“If you wait up for me, perhaps I’ll make it worth your while.”
Miroku stared after her as she sauntered through the entrance. That was about as flirty as Sango ever got, and already his fundoshi was growing tight. He would definitely not be going to sleep anytime soon.
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Community: First Tweak
Theme: Fever
Place Earned: none (only 1st selected)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Married Life
Universe: Post-manga Canon
Word count: 820 (300+ limit)
Summary: Miroku does Inuyasha (and Kagome) a favor.
Warnings: sexual innuendo
Throw a Dog a Bone
He wasn’t supposed to see it. The subtle smirk on Kagome’s lips as she whispered in her husband’s ear, the way his eyes bulged, the momentary overflow of spittle as his mind drifted off. It was over quickly, so quickly that Sango did not notice the exchange or Inuyasha’s brief stupor. But Miroku was far too experienced in these matters to miss the signs which were obvious to him. The tension in their bodies, Kagome’s less-than-full attentiveness to the chatting Sango, Inuyasha’s repetitive furtive glances toward the door, his scowl as he tried to think of a way to escape gracefully, and the way his entire face was flushed just slightly with that delicious mix of arousal and frustration. All of these were telltale signs to the houshi Miroku, ex-lecher but still avid appreciator of anything female or sexual.
It was the new moon, and per usual Inuyasha and Kagome were spending the night with him and Sango. This arrangement had begun on the first moonless night after Kagome’s departure from the feudal era, and had simply continued after her return three years later. There was probably no practical reason for it anymore; Kagome was more than powerful enough to handle any trouble that might arise until reinforcements arrived. But all of them enjoyed the companionship, reliving a small part of their grand journey together, and updating their friends on their lives as parents. Inuyasha and Kagome had just entered this latter stage; their infant daughter was slung securely across her mother’s chest.
And that quarter-youkai child was living proof that neither of her parents particularly cared what form Inuyasha was in when they shared carnal relations. For whatever reason, tonight happened to be the night, new moon or no. Miroku chuckled under his breath. It was amusing to look at them, but he also sympathized. He supposed he could throw Inuyasha a bone…so the hanyou-turned-human could give it to his wife.
“My, Inuyasha,” he said, voice full of apparent concern, “you look feverish. Maybe you should go lie down?”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about, bouz—oof!”
Inuyasha turned to glare at his wife, but her meaningful look immediately explained the reason for her harsh elbow into his side. Then Kagome joined in on the act.
“He’s right, Inuyasha,” she declared, reaching her hand up to feel his forehead. “And you’re so hot to the touch!” Miroku almost sniggered at the emphasis she put on the word ‘hot.’ Then she turned to Sango. “Sorry, Sango-chan, but I think I’m going to take Inuyasha home. We can have that bath another time.”
In the blink of an eye, Kagome had pulled Inuyasha to his feet and pushed him out the door. Or perhaps it was him pulling her?
“Well, that was odd,” Sango grumped, clearly mystified and a little put out by the whole turn of events. “Since when does Inuyasha get sick, even on his human night?”
Miroku chuckled softly. “Trust me, Sango, there is nothing wrong with Inuyasha. At least, nothing Kagome-sama cannot cure.”
She gazed at him in bewilderment, and he could see the wheels turning in her head. In the end, it was probably that slightly lecherous grin of his that gave it away.
“Houshi-sama!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at her outraged reaction, even though her irritation was now directed squarely at him. Despite bearing his three children, Sango was still very innocent and reserved about this sort of thing. It was one of the many qualities that he loved about her.
“Well, I’m glad you think this is so funny,” she snapped. “Why couldn’t they have just waited until tomorrow?”
“You know that Kagome-sama had the baby not too long ago. This was probably the first time since the birth that she felt up to having relations. And as you know, when a wife says she is ready to make love again, the husband often has a very hard time waiting any longer.”
Sango turned beat red at the memory his statement conjured. “Yes, I remember,” she admitted quietly, trying not to smile.
Miroku stretched and yawned. “Well, I guess now we can sleep. Or…” he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Or I could go have that bath,” she finished sternly.
“Why don’t I come with you?” Miroku offered, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“And who’s going to watch the children, Houshi-sama?” Sango countered dryly. Seeing her husband slump in disappointment, the slayer grabbed her katana and hiraikotsu and made her way to the door. She paused at the entrance, glancing back over her shoulder and speaking to him in a sultry tone.
“If you wait up for me, perhaps I’ll make it worth your while.”
Miroku stared after her as she sauntered through the entrance. That was about as flirty as Sango ever got, and already his fundoshi was growing tight. He would definitely not be going to sleep anytime soon.
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