Happy Bath Ending

A/N: Hello all! I'm back, sort of...but my illness made me forget what I wanted to write for this story!! Forreal...but I have some new ideas and they will be out accordingly. Meanwhile, I'm doing what all anime writers do when they lost their ideas. I'm giving you a filler!! :) The stuff in this chapter is all relevant, it's just it's all I've got, and after Nikkie leaving the dead horse's head in my bed, I decided to post it :) Hope you guys enjoy and remember, all good things come to those that threaten others lives.




Suzuka cast understanding eyes at Miroku. The monk had been more than unnerved at finding out that his ex tried to kill his best friend. His eyes were open and staring at the ceiling as her lay his head in her lap, her fingers kneading through his chocolate brown locks.

“Are you sleepy?”

“No. Are you?”

Suzuka shifted her legs and sighed. “No. I couldn’t go to sleep and leave you up in this state. Master Inuyasha is alright, but I know that isn’t the only thing bothering you. I could leave…” She trailed off, hoping that he would tell her to stay.

Miroku shrugged. “You can leave or stay. I know I’m not much company right now. I just keep seeing Inuyasha in Sesshoumaru’s mouth, all bloody, and to know that Sango did that to him. It’s just-” He paused and sighed deeply, his chest wavering. Suzuka held him tight and smiled when he placed a hand on her thigh and gently squeezed.

“I love you, Suzuka.” The words slipped easily from his mouth, and Suzuka’s breath caught in her throat.

“That is the first time you’ve said that,” She said, not trusting the waver in her voice.

Miroku looked up at her quizzically. “Really? I could have sworn I’d said it. Perhaps its me getting the millions of times I said it in my head confused. I apologize, my love. Every time you leave the room, or I come into the kitchen, or walk past you I say it.”

Suzuka closed her eyes. Yes, she remembered him saying those words with his eyes, or a soft caress, or a gentle touch, but never with words. Her arms cradled him lovingly and he inched up her body to look her in the eye.

“I love you, Suzuka. I love everything about you, and I think you are amazing. I never thought I could be this happy so easily, but I am. Do I make you happy also?” His voice turned serious, and he looked her straight in the eye.

She smiled. “You are my moon on a string. I love you too, Miroku. From the moment I saw you, you stirred something in me. Something…that I didn’t know I had.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, making him rest his weight on her. She snaked a leg around his waist and rubbed against him, sighing.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” Miroku hissed, feeling himself harden against her. He turned her on her side and started to kiss her neck passionately, running his hand over her breasts. She moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her ass against his groin. He nipped her neck gently before placing one of her legs on top of his, parting her legs to give him more access. He guided his thick length into her effortlessly, closing his eyes at her tightness, and thrust inside of her deeply, slowly, savoring the heat that was now deliciously wrapped around him. A wandering hand ran across her body, giving the healer chills. Suzuka reached behind her to caress his face, and he caught her fingers in his mouth, sucking on them in time with his thrusts.

He reached to play with her breasts again, thrusting a little faster now. “Tell me that you love me. Tell me again, please,” He whispered hotly into her ear, fondling and pinching her nipples hard. His pace quickened as he tilted Suzuka’s head back toward him to look in her eyes again.

“Say it. Say my name. Tell me how much you want and love me. Say it,” He nearly growled, pounding into her so hard that his balls slapped against her ass wetly. She could barely speak, she was in so much ecstasy.

“I-I want you Miroku. I love you, need you, have to have you,” She murmured thickly, her wetness seemingly covering her entire lower half. She couldn’t remember a time when she had been more stimulated, more ready, more wet. She pushed back onto him and did a slow grind, driving them both crazy. Miroku possessively growled and captured her lips in his, their tongues dancing provocatively, sensually. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her gentler, but still relentless in his thrusts.

“Please, Miroku. I want to feel you release inside of me. Pleasure me, I am yours,” Suzuka whispered, her lids fluttering over violet colored eyes. Miroku sighed wantonly into her mouth and clutched her hip hard enough to bruise creamy skin. He pushed into her a few more moments before he came, his searing hotness now buried inside of his love. He remained in her a moment, both of them covered in sweat, panting. He slowly withdrew with a comical ‘plop’ sound, sheepish with embarrassment over how much he came.

“I want you to be with me. Always.” Suzuka turned and looked at Miroku, who’s hair was loose and framing his face beautifully. His eyes were expressive as always, and the same hand that was torturing her swollen breasts a moment ago was now brushing back salt and pepper strands and caressing her gently.

“Is that a marriage proposal?” Suzuka’s voice carried too much hope. He sighed and held up his kaazana.

“I’ve asked so many women to marry me and didn’t mean it.” He took her hand and placed it in his, and when she pressed down, she was shocked to feel…a hole. She jerked away, and then wore a contrite look on her face at the pained expression on his face. His eyes met hers gravely, and he kissed the inside of her palm. “I never met someone I wanted to live for. Not until I met you. But I wouldn’t put you through the pain of becoming a widow. Not just yet. But when Naraku is defeated, and when Sesshoumaru agrees to let you be my wife, I will take you far from here, by the sea, and make you my wife. I promise,” He whispered, diamonds in his eyes.

Suzuka held him again tightly and brushed the tears from his eyes. “You are more than I ever thought I would receive.” She rested his head on her chest and smiled, infinitely grateful that Inuyasha came back into Sesshoumaru’s life, and brought this wonderful, sensitive, intelligent man to her. She sighed with content, happy and peaceful for the first time in several years.
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“Good morning,” Inuyasha said cheerily to a grumpy Sesshoumaru. All kinds of thoughts were swimming in the youkai lord’s head, the primary being the imminent death of Inuyasha. Sesshoumaru cast an annoyed glance at him and frowned.

“What is to be so good about it?” Sesshoumaru grumbled, not able to hide his anger. He closed his eyes when Inuyasha reached to scratch behind one of his elfish ears.

“I opened my eyes today, and you were the first thing I set eyes on. Your daughter moved within me a moment ago. Suzuka and Miroku made love last night. Rin and Chisato are best friends. And we are in love. Those are just a few things that have made this morning good,” Inuyasha cooed, rubbing Sesshoumaru’s scalp lovingly. He growled low and leaned into the sensual touch.

“Yesterday…when I went to the forest. I saw the Oracle. And,” Sesshoumaru started, but his voice was shaking. “And she told me that-” He was silenced by Inuyasha’s warm hand over his mouth.

“What the Oracle said to you was for your ears. Not mine. I have spoken to the Oracle also. She can be…confusing,” Inuyasha said with a smile. Sesshoumaru turned to look at his brother, wide eyed.

“You talked to her? What did she say?”

Inuyasha’s smile deepened. “That one day my heart will be complete.” He looked down and cradled his bump and looked back up with watery eyes at Sesshoumaru. “Once I was empty and lost. Now my life is so full of love and light, all of my days are good, despite how I act. Now I have people who care if I’m hurt, happy, hungry, whatever.” Inuyasha reached for Sesshoumaru’s hand and placed it against his stomach.

“We will have a real family, not broken in pieces like when we were young. Hime will know she is loved, and worthy, and never think she was a mistake.” Sesshoumaru’s hand clenched at the yukata covering Inuyasha and held his head in shame.

“I made you think you were a mistake. I goaded you with it. And now I’m going to lose you,” Sesshoumaru whispered, on the verge of a breakdown. Inuyasha stared at him.

“No, I didn’t say that to make you feel guilty! I’m not going anywhere but to sleep! You haven’t lost anything. In fact, we both gained. Aren’t you happy?” Inuyasha asked, his voice small.

Sesshoumaru looked at him, his beautiful hanyou, and felt broken. “Painfully, insanely, blissfully, selfishly happy,” He whispered. Inuyasha smiled and nodded, lacing his fingers through his lover’s hand.

“Don’t worry about what the Oracle said, whatever it was. It was something bad, something that scared the shit out of you. I think the Oracle tells us what she wants us to know and leaves the rest out. I mean, look at me! If she had told me I’d one day grow some nice tits, I’d be like ‘No, I want them nowwwwwwwww’!!!” Inuyasha exclaimed, bouncing on the bed. Sesshoumaru smiled and then chuckled. Inuyasha did have a point, the Oracle was not the end all be all. They still had free will, he could still find a way to save him. And if not, he was grateful for the distraction and reassurance all the same. He gathered Inuyasha in his arms and sniffed his hair, his resolve to save him never stronger.

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A/N: Have a great weekend, all!