Night of the New Moon

Night of the New Moon

Chapter 2

I just wanted to take a moment to mention that this story is more than anything, a lemonfic. The plot is very minimal, but the sex... not so much. Just thought you should know!

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“M-Miroku… this isn’t right… we shouldn’t be doing this.” her voice barely above a whisper.

“Shhh.” he cooed soothingly. “I have an idea.” He placed an open mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. Then he continued. “Let me touch you… just one time. Then, if you want me to stop… I will.”

“But…”

“Just one time”

In a voice he barely managed to hear, Kagome said, “Okay.”

A small smile formed on Miroku’s lips, and he nuzzled deeply into the crook of her neck. His right hand continued to hold her firmly about the waist, while his left hand went from her hips to slide smoothly around to her bottom. Through the thin silky material of her undergarments he massaged the fleshy mounds of her backside. He affectionately rubbed, and caressed her bottom before he pulled away to look at her. Her face was flushed, and she refused to meet his eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips. He would allow her this reprieve. This one reprieve.

Suddenly, Miroku dropped to the ground before her, and Kagome felt a strange mixture of desire and panic settling into the pit of her belly. “W-what are you doing?!” she asked in a hushed voice.

Miroku looked up at her innocently, a small smile plastered to his face. “You said I could touch you, did you not?” Without waiting for an answer, he tucked his fingers around the lacy waistband of her underpants, and slowly began to pull them down. “Surly you don’t expect me to waste my one touch on anything other than bare flesh.”

Words failed Kagome, as her cheeks grew beet red. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together tightly, as Miroku slid her underpants past her knees. When he had pulled the flimsy garment down as far it would go, he looked up to Kagome expectantly. Still blushing deeply, Kagome slowly stepped free, of her underwear, and watched as Miroku stood. “Here…” she reached out to take the garment from him, but he quickly tucked it into his robes. “Miroku!”

“For safekeeping assure you.” he interrupted smoothly.

“Right.” she said disbelief laced in her voice. She wanted to protest further, but she quickly found herself pressed back to the tree.

Kagome’s breath left her in a rush and she began reconsidering her decision. “Miroku…”

As if he had read her mind, the monk made a low growling sound, that caused a chill to run down her spine. “You wouldn’t go back on your word would you?” he asked silkily, his right hand holding her hip, and his left sliding dangerously high on her thigh.

Before she could even think of what to say, she heard him speak in a low lustful voice, “You’ll have to… spread you legs a bit.” he moved back to look at her and raise brow.

Kagome trembled violently, “I umm… Mir… I”

Miroku stared down on her for a moment before that smug little smile crept onto his lips again. “Here, allow me to help you.” he drawled. He then nudged his knee between her legs, gently coaxing them apart. He leaned into her, planting a soft kiss to the side of her neck. Kagome felt his warm breath on her skin, and his left hand trailing across her thigh, leaving goose pimples in it’s wake. Soon, his fingers traced lightly over her hip and into the crease of her thigh. And then… a small gasp escaped her lips as she felt his fingers touching her in the most inappropriate of places.

Miroku smirked against her neck as he sought the engorged bundle of nerves between her thighs. He found it quickly, and with practiced skill, began massaging the sensitive little nub. Kagome’s hands fisted in his robes, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

The monk pulled back to watch her tremble and writhe with pleasure. He used his knee to nudge her legs further apart, and then carefully slipped one finger inside.

“Nngh…” Kagome moaned and shut her eyes tightly. Miroku pushed his finger deeply inside of her, massaging her innermost flesh. He placed several soft kisses to her neck, cheeks and forehead, where he now continued to rest his lips. For several moments he continued to rub her, and she squirmed and moaned beneath his touch. He had her now. And in order to prove his theory, he slowly moved from her forehead to her ear, and quietly asked, “Do you want me to stop, Kagome?”

A heavy puff of air escaped Kagome’s lips, and she tried to focus on what he had said.

“Kagome?”

Panting, and unable to find her voice, Kagome shook her head slightly.

“Then say it, Kagome.” he cajoled in a deceptively calm voice.

“W-what?”

“If you don’t want me to stop… then say so.” he murmured slowly.

Kagome’s heart was drumming in her chest. She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this. It was so… so… wrong. But, it felt soooo good. “D-don’t stop.” she panted.

With his right hand, Miroku held her hips firmly, and added a second finger to the first.

Kagome cried out loudly, and pulled roughly against his robes.

Miroku began sliding his fingers in and out quickly, while using his thumb to massage the engorged bundle of nerves. She began panting swiftly, and erratically, and he knew she would cum if he continued at this pace. A small smirk formed on his lips, and then… he slowed down. Slower, and slower, and slower. He did not still his movements completely, but he refused to speed up again.

He then purposefully watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her brow was slick with a light layer of sweat. For several moments he continued to rub her, with torturously slow, and feathery light touches. Then, he saw what he had been waiting for. Her brows drew together slightly, and she instinctively tried to push her hips toward his fingers; trying to feel more.

Using his nose to brush her slightly damp hair aside, Miroku leaned in close to her ear.

Kagome looked over to him, but she could only see the see his ear, and the back of his head. “See how it feels, Kagome?” he asked quietly, his breath warming her neck. “It feels good… and yet it is frustrating, because it is not nearly enough.” he paused to kiss her earlobe, and continued, “ I bring you pleasure, and yet you are discontent, because it only causes you to want more.”

Kagome pulled against his robes, willing him to come closer, and made a light growling sound. “Miroku… please…” she trailed off, unsure of what she had wanted to say. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him to stop, or if she wanted him to keep going. All she knew for sure was that… he was right. He was torturing her. His touches felt so good, and yet, they were so feathery soft, she wanted… she needed…

“That’s how you make me feel.” he spoke very quietly. “That’s how I feel whenever I’m around you Kagome. I love you,” he kissed her again. “I have for some time now… I love being around you, and yet it is not nearly enough… because of him.”

It required no thought for Kagome to realize exactly who Miroku was talking about, but somehow she couldn’t remember his name just now. The slow pleasurable torture was driving her crazy. “Miroku…” she whimpered helplessly, as his fingers withdrew and began massaging delicate circles on her external pleasure point.

“It’s frustrating, is it not?” he asked quietly.

Kagome whimpered, and tried to push her hips against him again, but he used his right hand to hold her still. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it?” he asked again more forcefully.

“Y-yes.” she panted, as she wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him closer. ‘Make this feeling go away.’ She wanted to tell him. She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, all she knew, was that he was torturing her. He was causing a powerful new sensation she had never quiet felt before. And although her mind told her she should make him stop, there was a wild, ravenous hunger building low in her abdomen. It was making it difficult to think, and greedily demanding satisfaction. “Nnnngh… Miroku!”

“But,” Miroku began again casually. “if you will allow me the privilege, I can at least relieve your frustration this night.”

The meaning behind the monks words did not escape Kagome and she shuddered at the thought. ‘Arrogant jerk!’ She was groaning within the confines of her mind. ’You’re the one who caused the stupid frustration in the first place!’

Kagome felt the movement of his fingers slow even more, and she instinctively gripped his left arm, to keep him from pulling away.

Miroku smiled against her neck, and drawled quietly, “I am still waiting for your answer, Kagome.” And at that moment, he pushed his fingers into her again, and she cried out in pleasure. One stroke, two strokes, then three strokes, after that, he withdrew, and pulled back slowly. “Hmm?”

She was looking away from him, and he angled his neck to meet her eyes.

“O-okay.” she said breathlessly

And then, for a brief moment… guilt. It was wafting through his stomach, and making him wondered if he had done something terribly wrong. Did she really not want to do this? Had she merely succumbed to his… magical fingers… like so many others.

But to him, she was not like the others. He truly cared for her. It had begun shortly after he had met her. He of course was attracted to her physically, but… he had since discovered he kindness, her strength, (both physical, and spiritual) and her undying loyalty; even toward those who didn’t deserve it.

“Kagome,” he began “I-I’m sorry, If you don’t want to do this…”

All the while, Kagome had been thinking, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation. What would Inuyasha say? What would he think? She had been wondering, but, it wasn’t until she looked into the monk’s remorseful eyes that she realized… she realized she shouldn’t care what Inuyasha thought. Sure she cared about him, but… they had never established that kind of relationship. She was merely a shard collector. HIS shard collector, according to him. That was how he had referred to her. More than once. Kagome’s brows drew together slightly. Inuyasha thought of her as no more than a possession. And besides that, he was still in love with someone else. Kikyou.

Miroku watched as a number of different emotions flashed through her eyes. Finally, she looked up at him. There seemed to be a combination of two prevailing emotions set firmly in her eyes. The first was very clearly determination; the second… if he had to put a name to it, he might be inclined to call it… rebellion?

She slowly reached for him, hesitating only briefly, before wrapping her arms around his neck. She was intensely flushed, but she managed to hold his gaze when she said, “No… I do want to.”

Before he could fend it off, a small smirk fitted across Miroku’s lips. “So you’re not worried about…”

“NO!” she cut him off quickly. A little too quickly. “He doesn’t own me.” she paused briefly before adding, “What I do is none of his business.”

‘Riiiiiiight…’ If he didn’t know better, he might be inclined to think that she was doing this (at least partially) to get back at on Inuyasha for his neglectful ways. In the time he had know them, the hanyou had hurt her far too many times.

Well, it didn’t matter now, he supposed. He would be more than happy, to make her forget all about Inuyasha. And, if she wanted to use him to exact her revenge, then he was certainly willing to accommodate. It was not the ideal situation, but it would have to do… for now anyway.

“As you wish, Kagome.” And with that, he slowly pulled away from her. He held her eyes, as he prepared to remove the outer layer of his robe.

Kagome watched in rapt horror, as his fingers easily undid the first knot.

“Miroku! What are you… I mean…are you… umm…”

Miroku raised an amused brow. “Obviously you’ve never done this before.” he drawled. He removed the outer robe, and placed it on the branch along with Kagome’s clothing. “Surely you must be… curious?” he said raising a brow.

Somehow, his words sparked something in Kagome’s mind. She didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about… well… sex, but she would certainly be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t at least curious. Most of her friends had lost their virginity years ago. In fact, she was the only person she knew that was still a virgin. It might be interesting to see if it was as… good as he friends said it was. She blushed bright red. She couldn’t believe she was even entertaining such thoughts. Well, everyone had to grow up at some point, right?

“Don‘t tell me you‘ve never thought about it?” the monk asked silkily.

“I-I may have… ONCE!” she turned away from him and added, “twice at the most.”

Miroku felt the chill of excitement run down his spine. He studied her for a moment, before he removed the rest of his robes, and added them to their growing collection of clothing.

Now, he was clothed on only a thin pair of black pants. Kagome barely had time to gasp at the now naked torso before her, before Miroku was again pressing her against the tree. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist, while he placed open mouthed kisses on her neck. Kagome gasped lightly, at the sudden onslaught. For at least a minute, she held her hands stiffly at her side, refusing to touch him. Then, very haltingly, very slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. In response, the monk pushed his hips toward her.

Kagome gasped, and shuddered violently, with a combination of fear and anticipation, when she felt a rather sizable protrusion pressing against the lower part of her abdomen. She soon felt his hands sliding up her thighs, bringing up the hem of her shirt. His hands roamed across her thighs, and around to her bottom, caressing one cheek and then the other. They slid easily up her back, and across her abdomen. Suddenly, and without bothering to ask permission, he lifted the shirt over her head, coaxing her to help him remove it.

Kagome reluctantly pulled her arms free, and immediately shivered from the cold… or maybe it was fear, or perhaps anticipation… or maybe…

“Mmmm…” Miroku’s eyes were roaming her body hungrily, and Kagome valiantly fought the urge to try and cover herself. “Just one last thing.” he murmured, eyeing her pale blue bra. He quickly added her shirt to their clothing, before turning back to her with an expectant look. “Would you be so kind?”

Understanding what he was asking, Kagome thought it over for only a moment. Then, with shaky hands, she pulled one thin strap from her shoulder, and then the other.

Miroku’s eyes danced with fascination as the thin binding was pulled away, revealing a set of full, mouth watering breasts.

Kagome “eeped” in surprise, when she felt his warm wet mouth enclosing her over a very sensitive nipple. His tongue swirled around the delicate flesh, and Kagome moaned in pleasure. She soon felt his hand sliding down her abdomen, toward her hips. His fingers slid between her legs, and he began massaging that magical little nub once again.

Miroku’s heart was drumming with excitement. The taste of her skin, the feel of her wetness sliding between his fingers. Her moaning, and panting was all driving him crazy. He suddenly pulled away, taking only a moment to admire her glazed, lust filled eyes and flushed cheeks. He quickly removed his last article of clothing. The black pants quickly joined the other clothes, and the monk turned back to her. A smug little smile fitted onto his lips, when he noticed the direction of Kagome’s gaze.

“See something you like?” he asked smoothly.

If he had thought Kagome was blushing before, he had been sorely mistaken, because at that moment, she became impossibly red, and quickly averted her gaze. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look! I-I just umm…”

Miroku resisted the urge to chuckle. Her shyness was deliciously refreshing. Deciding he had waited long enough, Miroku pressed Kagome against the tree once again. Her breath left her in a rush, as the length of his erection pushed against her.

Kagome felt her heart drumming in her chest, as his hands slid across her body. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Her whole body was vibrating with fear, excitement, curiosity, and possibly… “Ooh!” she breathed as she felt Miroku lifting her right leg, and folding it over his hip. Instinctively, Kagome held onto his shoulder for support. At that moment, their eyes met; and surprisingly, she didn’t look away. In a very small voice she asked, “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Taking on a thoughtful look, Miroku responded, “Most likely… especially the first time.”

“First time?! What do you…” She was quickly cut off when Miroku’s lips came down roughly against hers. As he kissed her, Kagome felt his hips being pushed closer, and closer. She soon felt warm, firm flesh being rubbed between her thighs. ‘Oh, god, oh, god, oh god! Okay, that’s not his fingers anymore! Oh, god, oh god!’

She grunted against his lips as he pushed forward, and the head of his aroused flesh pushed into her. He began rocking his hips, in a slow shallow strokes, attempting to deepen his invasion.

Kagome pulled away from his lips, and cried out in pain when his hips jerked forward suddenly, immersing him half way. She looked back up to him, and he brushed his lips softly against hers, before kissing her lightly on the lips. He then began rocking his hips again, and Kagome held his shoulders tightly. After several excruciating strokes, the pain began to fade slightly. For a long while, he continued to move at a slow pace, allowing her time to adjust.

Slowly, very slowly, an intense pleasure started building behind the pain. Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him close to her.

“You feel so good, Kagome.” she heard him whisper, before their lips met again. He eagerly explored her mouth in a deep and passionate kiss.

As the pleasure and excitement began to intensify, he quickened his movements. Miroku held her trembling leg firmly, as his hips slammed back and forth against her. Kagome tore away from his lips, growling, panting, and crying out in pleasure. Her fingers instinctively dug into his shoulders, but he didn‘t seem to care. He slowed his movements briefly as he leaned in to kiss, and nip at her neck. He pushed against her with long deep strokes, and Kagome’s head lolled to the side as she sighed in sheer ecstasy.

Soon, he sped up again, and Kagome resumed her death grip on his shoulders. He slammed into her mercilessly, over and over again. Kagome panted, and cried out, as the pleasure became more and more intense. Suddenly, some invisible wall broke, and intense waves of pleasure tore through her body. As Kagome screamed his name into the night, her muscles clenched around him tightly, forcing him to join her at the peak of their combined ecstasy. A low growl tore from his throat as he continued to grind his hips against her. Kagome whimpered quietly as her back was slammed roughly against the tree. Then, his movements slowed, and he shuddered violently as aftershocks of intense pleasure wracked through his body.

As Miroku rested his head on her shoulder, Kagome opened her eyes, and looked into the night sky. She continued to tremble slightly, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Absently, she noticed several leaves wafting down around them; apparently having been knocked loose from Miroku’s umm… eagerness.

For several moments they just stood there, regaining their breath. After some time, Kagome felt her leg being lowered back to the ground. He carefully withdrew, and slowly pulled away from her. Without his support, Kagome’s knees gave way, and she nearly fell over. Fortunately, the monk caught her, saving her from the cold hard ground. “A little weak in the knees?” he drawled, a smug little smile on his face.

Kagome tried not to giggle, but failed miserably. “It’s your fault, you pervert!”

Miroku smiled lightheartedly, and then swept her off the ground completely; allowing her legs to drape over his right arm, while he supported her upper body with his left. He planted an innocent little kiss on the tip of her nose, before he slowly began to walk back to their little camp. Kagome smiled to herself, and rested her head on his chest.

All too soon, Miroku was carefully sitting her down on her sleeping bag. She sat there for only a moment before she looked down on it and realized, “Hey! I didn’t take this out!”

The monk shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I umm did it for you… while you were changing. I thought you might be tired.”

Kagome gave him a suspicious look, and then decided that it didn’t really matter now. Without needing to be asked, Miroku went back to the tree, and gathered their clothing. He returned a short time later, wearing only his white under kimono. He handed her, her pink night shirt, before placing the rest of their clothing on the fallen log, Kagome had been resting against earlier. She quickly put her shirt on, as Miroku sat down next to her.

When she was finished, she ran her fingers through her hair, removing bits of tree bark, twigs, and other small debris. “I cannot believe we just did that.” Kagome said absently, as she stared off into the horizon.

A long moment of silence passed between them before Miroku asked, “Any regrets?”

He watched as she continued to stare off into the distance. For what seemed like forever, she did not answer, and Miroku felt his heart beginning to sink. Just as he was about to apologize, a small smile formed on her lips. “No.” she said simply. “But, you know, we can never do that again.

An amused dark brow raised at her last statement.

“Mi-- ro-- kuuuuu!!”

Kagome’s hands fisted tightly into the fabric of her sleeping bag, as she arched her hips to meet his movements.

At the sound of his name, the monk jerked forward erratically, causing her to quiver blissfully. She groaned through gritted teeth, as he pushed her legs up to rest over his shoulders. He used his right arm to support himself, while he massaged her breast with his left hand.

Beneath him, Kagome writhed in pleasure as he quickened his pace. His excitement was building quickly, and he allowed her legs to slide from his shoulders. He all but collapsed onto her, and wrapped his around her back, firmly holding her shoulders. He continued to thrust into her with quick powerful strokes, until…

“Miro-- aaaaaaaahhhhh!!”

Once again, her climax triggered his, and he soon found himself shuddering with aftershocks of intense pleasure.

For several moments, their ragged breathing was all that could be heard. Absently, Kagome ran her fingers through his unbound hair. He then lifted slightly to look at her, and kissed her on the cheek.

For a long time, Miroku watched her slow even breathing. It was almost hypnotic in its uniformity. He lazily reached forward, and gently brushed the stray hairs away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. When he pulled his fingers away, he immediately noted that her hair was still damp, much like his own. They had made a trip to a nearby hot spring a short time ago to “bathe” among other things. It was by far the best bath he had ever taken.

A small smile formed on his face, and he relaxed next to her. Inuyasha was going to be pissed.

The quiet sound of twigs crunching beneath his feet was all he heard as he made his way back. The air around him was growing increasingly warm, as the sun rose higher in the sky. He survived another new moon unscathed, and was thankful to have returned to his hanyou state. Soon, the clearing where he had left Kagome and The monk came into view. The sound of ruffling fabric, and light grunts met his ears. It was Kagome he realized. Instinctively, he quickened his pace.

As he entered the clearing there she was. Her bottom was raised in the air and she seemed to be struggling with something. As he came closer, he finally was able to see what she was doing. She was reloading her bag, he realized with a small measure of relief.

“Oh, hi Inuyasha. Glad your back.” she said, nervousness laced in her voice. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought she looked… guilty about something. Then a fading scent wafted past his nose. No, a combination of scents. Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Though he tried to brush his suspicions off, the ability to do so was quickly dispersed the moment his eyes landed on Miroku. The monk was languidly leaning against a fallen log, a small smirk resting on his lips. He seemed unusually pleased with himself today.

A low growl tore from Inuyasha’s throat. He wanted to ask what had happened. He wanted to grab that stupid monk up by his collar, and force an explanation out of him. Actually, running the bastard through with his sword would have been even better. Of course if he did that, there was the distinct possibility that Kagome would never speak to him again.

His eyes slowly went back to her. “Hey, get the led out Kagome! We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today.” he bellowed grumpily.

“Umm, yeah. Sure thing Inuyasha. She said as she closed her bag. She was just about to lift it onto her back, when Miroku rose to his feet. His staff in one hand, he casually took the bag from Kagome with the other, and gave Inuyasha an irritated look.

“Humph! And what the hell are you lookin’ at monk?!”

At that, the slight scowl, slid from Miroku’s face to be replaced by an arrogant little smirk. Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and a feral growl vibrated through his entire body. He then whipped around, turning away from them. “We’re going.” he said. And with that, began to stomp off without bothering to see if they were following him.

Kagome gave Miroku a curious look. He shrugged lightly, and they both fell into step behind the hanyou.

A tiny smile stole its way onto Miroku’s lips. He knew why Inuyasha was so irritated today. Why he had been so irritated yesterday as well. But, it didn’t matter now. Kagome was his for the taking, and he would do what ever he needed to do to make sure it stayed that way. He hated to resort to such methods, but in this case, it was more than worth it.

‘Damn that stupid monk!’ Inuyasha thought irritably. He kept his eyes trained on the rough terrain ahead of him, as an especially infuriating memory barged its way to the forefronts of his mind. Stupid monk!

It was two lunar cycles ago. As usual, they had spend the day shard hunting. They had managed to find a single shard couple of days before that dreadful night. The night of the new moon. They were in a small but somewhat prosperous village where they had exterminated a horde of lizard demons. As payment, the village headman had offered them lodgings in the form of a small cottage. After their evening meal, they had settled down for the night.

He hadn’t planned for things to go the way they did. It just happened that way. He’d that thought they were both asleep. He had sensed them. Not far away. He went outside. Just to check. Just to see if what he had suspected was true.

He ended up not returning until early the next morning. Unfortunately, as he made his way back, he noticed the monk standing outside. He was several yards away from the cottage, staring off into the distance. For a moment, he considered ignoring him, and going inside. To this day, he wondered how differently things would have turned out if he did.

Instead, he approached Miroku to see why he was up so early.

“Hey what’s the deal Miroku?! What are you…”

“Kagome woke up last night.” he’d interrupted quietly.

Inuyasha had stiffened slightly. “Yeah, so?” he’d said, trying to keep signs of worry from his voice.

The monk had kept his back to him as he spoke. His staff casually held in one hand while the other rested on the small of his back. “Kagome was extremely hurt that you would run off like that. I am certain she knew where you must have gone. She spent several hours crying in my arms last night.”

Inuyasha had averted his gaze. “Oh, is that right?” he asked quietly.

Suddenly the monk whirled around, looking angrier than he’d ever seen him before. “You need to make a choice Inuyasha! Kagome doesn’t deserve this!”

Still refusing to meet the monk’s eyes, he’d said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Miroku.”

“I saw them Inuyasha!”

“What are you…?”

“The soul collectors! I saw them. I know you went to see Kikyou last night.” Then turning away from him in what could only be described as disgust, the monk continued. “And I know what you did with her.”

Inuyasha’s eyes had widened incredulously. “What?! How could you know that? What did you do, follow me?!”

The monk had raised a brow at him slyly. “I know, because you just admitted it.”

Inuyasha growled angrily, “Damn it Miroku! This is none of your business! Why are you so…”

“You’re wrong Inuyasha. It is my business. I care a great deal for Kagome, and it’s not fair for you to continue to mislead her.”

“What does it have to do with--” he trailed off and his eyes widened almost comically as understanding dawned. “Y-you’re in love with her aren’t you?”

“I am.” he admitted easily. “And as long as she believes that you have serious feelings for her, she will never give me a fair chance.”

“So what?!” scoffed the hanyou. “Kagome is off limits to you! You’d better…!”

“It would be rather unfortunate for Kagome to discover where you were and what you did last night.” the monk interrupted silkily.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened, and an angry growl tore from his throat. “You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t I?” the monk drawled smoothly. “I truly care for Kagome. She is much more than just a shard collector to me. All I ask is a fair chance. Allow me to spend some time alone with her, get to know her on a more personal level.”

“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” the hanyou bellowed! “I’m not givin’ up Kagome to you!”

“See how you talk about her?! She’s a possession to you, not a real person! I don’t think you realize that you are the only person who stands to loose something here! If I were to go into that cottage right now, and tell Kagome what you did, she may never speak to you again. Who do you think she is going to look to for comfort?!”

Inuyasha clenched his fists tightly, his claws cutting into his palms. That was how it all began. Now that damnable monk had apparently got what he wanted. Stupid Miroku! He’d just better make damn sure he didn’t hurt Kagome, cause he’d rip him to shreds if he ever did! He glance over his shoulder to see that the two of them lingering far behind. “You guys get a move on!” he yelled irritably.

Miroku only smiled and leaned close to Kagome as if to whisper a secret in her ear. “You know Kagome, I have a confession to make.”

Kagome gave him a curious look and waited for him to continue.

“I lied to you last night.”

A small gasp escaped Kagome’s lips, a dull pain began to form in her chest. “You lied?” she asked quietly, fear lining her voice. “About what?”

“I told you that the more you resist, the more I wanted you. But that isn’t true anymore. I think I want you more now than I ever did before.” he pulled away slightly and quirked a brow at her. “We could always ditch Inuyasha, and run off into the woods.”

Kagome giggled quietly, as she playfully pushed the monk away. “Pervert.”

“Let’s go!” the hanyou bellowed again.

And so, off they went, to find their next jewel shard.

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Originally, this story was supposed to be a one shot. Then I decided to make it a two-shot. This had been the ending, but then I decided to do at least a couple more chapters. ;p