Miroku and Kagome: 36 tales of love and lust
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Miroku/Kagome
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
11,729
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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Shotgun - Theme: Respect
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shotgun
By Sarga
Kagome's head was reeling. Miroku actually wanted to marry her. He hadn't exactly asked in the most conventional form, but then again she was from the future and they were already living as married couples did in this era. Their shared home, their shared lifestyle... all of it meant marriage in this day and age. But could Kagome really get honest-to-goodness married?
Taking another swig of Miroku's not-so-secret stash of sake, the priestess drowned her fears until she passed out.
Tut, tut! She hadn't drank any water.
There'd be hell to pay in the morning.
- - - - - - - - - -
Kagome woke up with a throbbing ache in her head and a pleasant ache in her nether-region. Obviously she had woken up at some point for the second most important thing after water... sex. From the sticky feel between her legs, she had apparently enjoyed it too.
Crawling to the corner of the room where a small bucket of water had been left for convenience, Kagome took a healthy gulp until she felt somewhat quenched. Knowing too much would just make it all come rushing up in one vomitous rush, Kagome held back on more than her worn body could handle.
On hands and knees, the priestess made her way slowly back to the warmth of her blankets, mentally cursing the bright ball of fire that was the evil 'day star'.
“Mmm,” Miroku's baritone voice caressed Kagome through the unpleasant hangover, his soothing body-heat warming her until she was almost lulled back into blissful unconsciousness.
“So how does it feel?” Miroku whispered in Kagome's ear, nibbling on the fleshy part just within reach. When the priestess only answered with a giggle and a swat of her uncoordinated hand, he tried again, licking her neck as he breathed in her scent, their scent – strong even to his human nose. “How does it feel to be a wife?”
Kagome froze.
Wife?
As in a married wife?
Did they come in any other flavour?
“M... married?” Kagome whispered, wondering what in all hells had happened after she had passed out. “Ah... when did we... get married?” Kagome whispered, not wanting to seem like she regretted the union, more like she regretted not remembering the union.
“You don't remember?” Miroku sounded shocked as his body froze around her.
Shit! He thought she wanted out!
Rolling over in her place, the squinting Kagome – 'Stupid day star!' – reached a gentle hand to brush a rogue curl of hair out of his face.
“I know I wanted to get married and all, but I didn't know I'd be so impatient that I'd do it while drunk...” Kagome chuckled to herself, wondering just how she had convinced Miroku and Kaede that she was sober enough for such an event... and so quickly.
Talk about shotgun wedding.
“That... wasn't you who came out into the woods yesterday?” Miroku looked pale. “You weren't the one who told me what you'd... who said we should get married before night-fall?”
Kagome vaguely remembered Shippo walking across her inebriated form some time in the afternoon of the previous day. She wasn't completely sure, but she thought she might have threatened him to do something... like convince the monk to marry her... before... nightfall...
Oh, Kami! What had Miroku done to Shippo?
“Shippo...” Kagome muttered, fearing the worst. “Miroku? When, uh, 'I' told you to marry me before nightfall, did 'we', you know... do anything.”
“Uh... not exactly...” Miroku looked nervous. And guilty.
“What do you mean, 'not exactly'...” Kagome narrowed her already squinted eyes, wondering just where the monk was headed with this.
“Well, when 'you' wouldn't kiss me and told me 'not until we're married', I swept 'you' in my arms and... whispered... some things in 'your' ears...”
Kagome winced, wondering just how resilient the demon mind was against such things. He was still a kid, hopefully he would repress.
“And how, exactly, did you convince Kaede to marry us so quickly?”
“Well, she was already prepared, I had asked her about it weeks ago.” Miroku got a reflective look in his eye as he recalled the events of the previous night. “Come to think of it, that wedding sake did hit you pretty quickly and pretty hard. I thought it was just because you were a light drinker...”
Not such a respectable wedding after all.
Kami! What was Kagome going to tell her mother?!
Shotgun
By Sarga
Kagome's head was reeling. Miroku actually wanted to marry her. He hadn't exactly asked in the most conventional form, but then again she was from the future and they were already living as married couples did in this era. Their shared home, their shared lifestyle... all of it meant marriage in this day and age. But could Kagome really get honest-to-goodness married?
Taking another swig of Miroku's not-so-secret stash of sake, the priestess drowned her fears until she passed out.
Tut, tut! She hadn't drank any water.
There'd be hell to pay in the morning.
- - - - - - - - - -
Kagome woke up with a throbbing ache in her head and a pleasant ache in her nether-region. Obviously she had woken up at some point for the second most important thing after water... sex. From the sticky feel between her legs, she had apparently enjoyed it too.
Crawling to the corner of the room where a small bucket of water had been left for convenience, Kagome took a healthy gulp until she felt somewhat quenched. Knowing too much would just make it all come rushing up in one vomitous rush, Kagome held back on more than her worn body could handle.
On hands and knees, the priestess made her way slowly back to the warmth of her blankets, mentally cursing the bright ball of fire that was the evil 'day star'.
“Mmm,” Miroku's baritone voice caressed Kagome through the unpleasant hangover, his soothing body-heat warming her until she was almost lulled back into blissful unconsciousness.
“So how does it feel?” Miroku whispered in Kagome's ear, nibbling on the fleshy part just within reach. When the priestess only answered with a giggle and a swat of her uncoordinated hand, he tried again, licking her neck as he breathed in her scent, their scent – strong even to his human nose. “How does it feel to be a wife?”
Kagome froze.
Wife?
As in a married wife?
Did they come in any other flavour?
“M... married?” Kagome whispered, wondering what in all hells had happened after she had passed out. “Ah... when did we... get married?” Kagome whispered, not wanting to seem like she regretted the union, more like she regretted not remembering the union.
“You don't remember?” Miroku sounded shocked as his body froze around her.
Shit! He thought she wanted out!
Rolling over in her place, the squinting Kagome – 'Stupid day star!' – reached a gentle hand to brush a rogue curl of hair out of his face.
“I know I wanted to get married and all, but I didn't know I'd be so impatient that I'd do it while drunk...” Kagome chuckled to herself, wondering just how she had convinced Miroku and Kaede that she was sober enough for such an event... and so quickly.
Talk about shotgun wedding.
“That... wasn't you who came out into the woods yesterday?” Miroku looked pale. “You weren't the one who told me what you'd... who said we should get married before night-fall?”
Kagome vaguely remembered Shippo walking across her inebriated form some time in the afternoon of the previous day. She wasn't completely sure, but she thought she might have threatened him to do something... like convince the monk to marry her... before... nightfall...
Oh, Kami! What had Miroku done to Shippo?
“Shippo...” Kagome muttered, fearing the worst. “Miroku? When, uh, 'I' told you to marry me before nightfall, did 'we', you know... do anything.”
“Uh... not exactly...” Miroku looked nervous. And guilty.
“What do you mean, 'not exactly'...” Kagome narrowed her already squinted eyes, wondering just where the monk was headed with this.
“Well, when 'you' wouldn't kiss me and told me 'not until we're married', I swept 'you' in my arms and... whispered... some things in 'your' ears...”
Kagome winced, wondering just how resilient the demon mind was against such things. He was still a kid, hopefully he would repress.
“And how, exactly, did you convince Kaede to marry us so quickly?”
“Well, she was already prepared, I had asked her about it weeks ago.” Miroku got a reflective look in his eye as he recalled the events of the previous night. “Come to think of it, that wedding sake did hit you pretty quickly and pretty hard. I thought it was just because you were a light drinker...”
Not such a respectable wedding after all.
Kami! What was Kagome going to tell her mother?!