who would have guessed

Chapter three:

Fleeting images, and wandering thoughts


Hot breath fanned over Miroku’s neck as his hands traced the gentle curves of her body, relishing the silky feel of her skin under his fingers.

Leaning back a bit he traced her plump glistening lips with his eyes before capturing them with his own.

Lowering them both to the soft ground Miroku settled between her legs his hands roaming over her heated flesh as he ravished her mouth. He couldn’t help the groan that slipped from his mouth has her feather light touches burned their way into his skin as she traced the muscles on his back.

Letting his hands lazily glide up the sides of her body, the handsome monk slowly ground his hardened length against her letting her feel just how much he wanted, no needed to be inside her.

Miroku closed his eyes as his hands moved over he,r memorizing every dip every curve and line of her body before opening them and staring into her half lidded lust filled gaze.
Pulling his mouth from hers he allowed himself to take in her whole face, eyes nearly closed staring up at him, skin glistening; her thick dark hair spread out beneath her, some of it clinging to the side of her face.

Leaning in Miroku lay soft kissed along her jaw down to her throat loving the way she tilted her head to allow him more room. Her light moans and intakes of breath while he caressed her body were almost too much for him to bear.

Sucking on the sweet skin of her neck his mind seemed to narrow only feeling the sensation of her small hands trailing across his hips, one sliding between them to grasp his painfully hard shaft.

At that moment he lost his will to take things slow shifting Miroku removed her hand before she could drive him insane with want and positioned himself at her hot wet entrance.

He didn’t even try to stifle the throaty moan that escaped his lips as he slowly eased into her tight core.

How long had he wanted this, how long had he yearned to be encased in her hot plaint body, too long, and now that he had her he was never letting her go.

Drawing his hips back Miroku allowed himself to enjoy the long moan that he drew from her lips as he moved inside her. She was so tight around him, so perfect; he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last under this delicious torture.

Drawing back again almost completely out of her body he rocked forward making them both let out a strangled cry of ecstasy. She was like a drug, one that Miroku didn’t think he would ever get enough of.

Rocking against her again he watched as she threw her head back and felt her legs wrap around him as he trust into her again. He never thought the feel of her nails against his skin could feel so good as she dragged them across his back.

His pace increased, and Miroku began slamming into her with almost wild abandon small groans echoed in his ears as he leaned down to nestle his face in her sweet smelling hair.

He was so close, but he wanted her to feel her first release there in his arms, scream only his name as he pounded into her, then and only then would he give in.

Almost as if hearing his thoughts the one most beautiful word he had ever hear passed through her lips as her body clenched almost painfully tight around his.

All he could hear was his heart pounding and her moaning out his name in pure bliss just as he reached his peak directly after her. Shuddering he felt his arms give in and he slumped against her; he could feel her hands still on his shoulders and her beautiful voice whispering his name.

“Miroku”

“Miroku?”

“Wake up!”

Slowly he registered the voice, it was hers but something was different, urgent almost. Snapping his eyes open Miroku found himself staring into those beautiful, hypnotizing eyes, but he wasn’t staring down into them like had been just seconds ago, they were right in front of his staring at him with worry.

“What?”

It took a minute to get his bearings, he was back in camp the fire glowing behind her, he could feel the tree pressed into his back and her hands on his shoulders.

“Miroku…. Are you okay? You were shaking and you began sweating it feels like you have a fever”

Miroku couldn’t do anything but stare at her for a few minutes, everything catching up to him and gave an almost inaudible groan; it had been a dream, a completely agonizingly wonderful dream.

Hearing the small groan and the look of...pain?... that crossed his face Kagome kneeled next to him checking him over for any additional injuries that might have missed.

“Are you in pain? Can I help?”

Miroku almost wanted to laugh, god was he in pain but it wasn’t the kind of pain she thought, oh no if Kagome knew there was no way she would be pressed so close to him, or let her hands trail over his body checking for injuries. Trying to bite back another moan after remembering exactly what it felt like to have those hands move across him for a completely different reason he let his head fall back against the tree… more so now then ever before Miroku thought to himself ‘I’m cursed’.

Hearing his groan and seeing his head fall back against the tree Kagome doubled her efforts much to the joy and horror of her ”patient”.

This woman needed to stop touching him now! Miroku was fighting with every ounce of will power he had not to pin her to the ground and show her exactly where he was hurting and what she could do to help relieve his ‘pain’. Taking a steadying breath Miroku forced himself to calm down thanking every deity out there that his pants were quite loose and the position he was sitting in did not allow Kagome to see just how much she was affecting him with her light touches and caresses to his bare chest.

“Kagome-sama I am fine my injuries must have been bothering me in my sleep, it’s nothing to worry about I will be fine, I promises you, go back to sleep.”

Kagome looked down at his chest trying to keep her eyes on the bandages but found herself tracing the rest of his torso with heated eyes. She never knew just how … sculpted Miroku was, she felt guilty but part of her was glad that his robes had been destroyed in the attack. He was… perfect, lightly tanned skin stretched over tight lean muscled that were not bulky but not overly thin, and much to her delight that skin was silk soft to the touch. She had never really noticed before but he was … beautiful. Well she always knew Miroku was attractive, sparking mischievous eyes that were such a deep rich color that looking into them felt like drowning in the ocean, a squared jaw, slender but strong neck, and a smile could melt anyone.

Shaking her head Kagome realized she had just been checking out one of her good friends, and besides he was far to… drop dead gorgeous to look at someone like her, sure they were friends and she had caught him staring at some of her finer feminine attributes but it wasn’t that he wanted her, he was just that way. Blushing Kagome mumbled something that sounded like ‘if you need anything let me know’ and scurried to her sleeping bag, crawling in she hoped that he hadn’t noticed her wondering eyes or the red tinge that she was sure still stained her cheeks.