Inuyasha/Miroku Oneshots
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Softly Sweetl
Softly Sweetly
Genre: Angst, saccharine!Fluff
Rating: ehh...PG-13?
Inuyasha always looks so surprised when we're together. It's like he's always afraid of rejection. Like I'd suddenly turn to him and be appalled by the simple fact of his presence, his being there.
He's not had a lot of trust in his life.
When we first kissed it was so sweet, he was so insecure, so starved for affection, desperate. His lips touched mine tentatively, softly, sweetly. Like he'd expected me to pull away any second. Of course I didn't. I had waited for that moment for so long. To feel his soft lips on mine, questioning, feeling, experiencing.
He was so I'd flip out and push him away. I let him have that first kiss, taking his time. When our lips broke contact and he looked up into my eyes, still so afraid of rejection, I just pulled him back and kissed him hungrily. Shoving how I wanted him too. He was a bit startled by it but he gave in.
I'm not as mooch as he is, I can't do the sweet and innocent thing, I'm far from it. But I was gentle, letting him touch me, touching him back, my hands winding up in his beautiful, lovely long hair. It was like liquid silk and his kisses the sound of birds, a dewy morning, a lightning strike.
It's the sweetness of Nirvana and I'm drowning.
I love his kisses, they're the highlight of any day, he doesn't seem to get enough of kissing me. He's always joining our breaths, stealing my air but oh it's just so sweet. I can't get enough of him either.
He's still insecure, my poor little kicked puppy.
I always tell him that I love him, over and over.
I repeat it to him as he comes in and out of my body, making love to me, owning me, loving me. He always has a haunted look, he's expecting me to repel him, shove him off, tell him he disgusts me. But I won't, ever. I tell him that but I can see he still doesn't trust me. He's been shattered too many times already.
I'd want to make him whole, make him trust me, kiss it all better. But I can't. Trust is a hard thing to build from scratch.
I never take him. He was so pained the one time I tried, screaming, begging, crying, pushing me off. I held him for hours after. I often wonder, as I lie next to him, snuggling him close, what's happened to him. Why is he both so starved and scared of closeness. Why he won't let me near. Why he's never said I love you even though I know he feels it. He often shifts in his sleep, murmuring, I can feel him shake as I hold him in my arms. He cries without waking, trashing.
He's been hurt. He's been betrayed. He's been left alone. A shattered soul in a tough body. A being scorched by the cruelty of the world.
But I never question him, I know he'll tell me when he's ready. For now, I'm content in just loving him. Hoping that one day he'd be confident enough, trusting me enough to say that he loves me.
For I do. With all my soul.
Genre: Angst, saccharine!Fluff
Rating: ehh...PG-13?
Inuyasha always looks so surprised when we're together. It's like he's always afraid of rejection. Like I'd suddenly turn to him and be appalled by the simple fact of his presence, his being there.
He's not had a lot of trust in his life.
When we first kissed it was so sweet, he was so insecure, so starved for affection, desperate. His lips touched mine tentatively, softly, sweetly. Like he'd expected me to pull away any second. Of course I didn't. I had waited for that moment for so long. To feel his soft lips on mine, questioning, feeling, experiencing.
He was so I'd flip out and push him away. I let him have that first kiss, taking his time. When our lips broke contact and he looked up into my eyes, still so afraid of rejection, I just pulled him back and kissed him hungrily. Shoving how I wanted him too. He was a bit startled by it but he gave in.
I'm not as mooch as he is, I can't do the sweet and innocent thing, I'm far from it. But I was gentle, letting him touch me, touching him back, my hands winding up in his beautiful, lovely long hair. It was like liquid silk and his kisses the sound of birds, a dewy morning, a lightning strike.
It's the sweetness of Nirvana and I'm drowning.
I love his kisses, they're the highlight of any day, he doesn't seem to get enough of kissing me. He's always joining our breaths, stealing my air but oh it's just so sweet. I can't get enough of him either.
He's still insecure, my poor little kicked puppy.
I always tell him that I love him, over and over.
I repeat it to him as he comes in and out of my body, making love to me, owning me, loving me. He always has a haunted look, he's expecting me to repel him, shove him off, tell him he disgusts me. But I won't, ever. I tell him that but I can see he still doesn't trust me. He's been shattered too many times already.
I'd want to make him whole, make him trust me, kiss it all better. But I can't. Trust is a hard thing to build from scratch.
I never take him. He was so pained the one time I tried, screaming, begging, crying, pushing me off. I held him for hours after. I often wonder, as I lie next to him, snuggling him close, what's happened to him. Why is he both so starved and scared of closeness. Why he won't let me near. Why he's never said I love you even though I know he feels it. He often shifts in his sleep, murmuring, I can feel him shake as I hold him in my arms. He cries without waking, trashing.
He's been hurt. He's been betrayed. He's been left alone. A shattered soul in a tough body. A being scorched by the cruelty of the world.
But I never question him, I know he'll tell me when he's ready. For now, I'm content in just loving him. Hoping that one day he'd be confident enough, trusting me enough to say that he loves me.
For I do. With all my soul.