Misunderstanding

Misunderstanding

Sango and Kagome were lounging under a shady tree, talking about the things they could never talk about when Inuyasha and Miroku were around.

"Are there any guys in your time that you're interested in?" Sango asked curiously.

Kagome raised her eyebrows. "In my time?" she asked. "When do I ever get enough time to stay there to meet any guys?"

Sango laughed. "So, in other words, no," she said.

"Not really," Kagome replied. "There's one - Hojo. He's really nice but he's not… well, he's not my type."

Sango raised an eyebrow. "What is your type?" she asked.

Kagome blushed. "Like… well… like strong and brave and mysterious," she answered dreamily. "Maybe even shy with their emotions. That's just so cute!"

"That sounds a lot like Inuyasha," Sango noted.

Kagome leaned forward. "I'll tell you a secret," she said. Sango smiled in anticipation. Kagome got another dreamy look on her face. "It is Inuyasha," she revealed.

"I knew it!" Sango blurted, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Kagome. I always thought you had a crush on him. Do you think he likes you?"

Kagome's face fell. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "Sometimes he can be really nice to me but, you know, we fight a lot. Maybe we're just not suited for each other. What do you think?"

"I think he does," Sango said. "Like you said, he's not good with emotions. At least he's decent to you most of the time. Miroku's a complete pervert!"

Kagome stifled a giggle. "So you do like Miroku," she said.

Sango rolled her brown eyes. "Sure," she answered. "It depends on my mood. Well, that's not true. Yes, I do like him but it's not like he'd ever be faithful. So I try not to think about it too much."

Kagome started smiling. Sango stared at her. "I don't like that smile, Kagome," she said. "It looks dangerous. What's on your mind?"

"What's your deepest, darkest, most secret fantasy about Miroku?" Kagome asked.

"What!?" Sango shrieked. "I can't tell you that!"

"So you have one?" Kagome said mischievously.

"All right," Sango said. "You can't tell anyone. Especially not Miroku. It's not very much of a fantasy, it's more of a wish. I wish that he'd would come up to me in the dark one night when everyone was asleep and hug me and tell me that he's always wanted to have me. Just me. And that he only went after other girls to make me jealous."

"Which is probably true," Kagome pointed out.

Sango shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "He's pretty perverted."

"So what else would happen?" Kagome asked.

Sango blushed a little. "That's for me to know," she said, looking down to hide her red cheeks. "It's your turn."

"Okay, okay," Kagome said, not wanting to humiliate her friend. "So that's you and Miroku."


Miroku made his way through the trees. He was taking a walk to clear his mind of the troubling thoughts he had about the whole Shikon Jewel thing. As he was walking, he suddenly heard his name, "…Miroku…"

The monk tilted his head to the side and thought, 'That's strange. It sounds like Kagome. What could she possibly be saying?' He slowly found his way behind the very tree that Sango and Kagome were sitting beside. He peered around and saw the two girls. 'Sango and Kagome. What is going on?'

Kagome was telling Sango her fantasy about Inuyasha. "… and then he would wrap his arms around me and tell me that he loves me. After that, of course, we would go somewhere secluded, like in the forest someplace, and he would tie my hands behind my back."

"Really?" Sango said. "You think he would?"

"He seems like the kinky type," Kagome said.

'Certainly, Kagome,' Miroku thought, licking his lips. 'So Kagome likes me. Funny… I always thought she was hung up on Inuyasha.'

"He would undress me," Kagome said, trying not to blush at the thought of it. This was the fantasy that she had played in her head for many a night. "He would run his hands all over me and do things to me." She shivered. "And then he would enter me and take me. It would all be so perfect."

"Wow," Sango said. "I hope it happens."

"It probably won't," Kagome said. "He wouldn't do that."

Miroku grinned. 'That's what you think.'


*****


That night, Miroku caught Kagome before she went to sleep.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, winking.

Kagome stared at him strangely. "Uh… sure," she said.

Miroku led her into the forest, finding the spot that he had cleared for this purpose previously that day.

Kagome looked around, wondering what was going on. "What do you need to talk to me about, Miroku?" she asked.

"I know how you feel," he replied, taking a length of rope out from its hiding place behind a rock.

Kagome blinked several times. "Excuse me?" she asked, confused.

Miroku pulled Kagome towards him and hugged her tightly, binding her hands behind her back with the rope. "You know what I'm talking about," he said.

"What are you doing?" Kagome cried out as she felt the rope tightening around her wrists. "Miroku… what are you talking about?"

Miroku silenced her by kissing her on the lips. Kagome tried to pull away but Miroku put his hand behind her head. He licked her lips. Kagome was too surprised to resist and the monk slipped his tongue into her mouth, plundering the sweet, moist crevices. Kagome whimpered a little but could do nothing against it.

When he freed her, Kagome said in a frightened voice, "Miroku, please stop."

"You don't need to deny your feelings any longer," Miroku said, beginning to unbutton her white blouse. Kagome stiffened as he caressed her breasts through her bra.

'What is this?' Miroku puzzled over Kagome's bra, running his hands over the straps. Finally, not seeing how to get this contraption off of her, he ripped it off.

Kagome let out a shrill scream as she was exposed. She stared, horrified, at the useless pieces of what used to be her bra laying on the ground. "Miro-" she started and then was startled into silence.

Miroku was licking her nipple, flickering his tongue over the hardening surface.

Against her will, Kagome moaned slightly. She had never felt this before. Miroku sucked on it, stopping to nip at it gently every now and then. His hands were also busy; they were pulling off Kagome's short green skirt. It fell to her ankles. Miroku moved to Kagome's other breast and bit it harshly, his right hand massaging the other one.

Kagome was breathing heavily, not sure what to do. Her body was experiencing the most pleasant feelings, but her mind was screaming out against it, telling her that this was supposed to be saved for Inuyasha.

Miroku stopped his wandering and looked at Kagome's blue panties. He pulled them down as well, letting them fall to join the skirt. The schoolgirl closed her eyes, half in anticipation, half in humiliation. Miroku began licking his way into her, enjoying the sweet taste that was dripping into his mouth.

Kagome was having trouble controlling herself. Her body was jerking of its own will, her hips bucking against Miroku's mouth. She moaned again.

Miroku put his arms around Kagome and guided her down to the ground, so she was laying down on the soft grass. He then pulled her skirt and panties all the way off and tossed them aside.

Her legs now freed, Kagome parted them without even thinking about it. Her body ached for someone's attention. Miroku was only too happy to oblige. He lowered her head to the place between her legs and noticed with delight that she was soaking. He licked his lips and slid a finger into her. Kagome cried out in pleasure and pushed against it. Miroku pumped his finger into her softly, experimentally. She let out a deep sigh. The monk pushed another finger into her, and then, after a moment, another.

"Oh!" Kagome moaned loudly. "More… please…"

Miroku pumped faster, watching the juices pour out of her. He bent down and licked them up. After a moment's thought, he let his tongue wander inside of her to join his fingers. Kagome screamed and bucked her hips wildly. Miroku's tongue kept up the pace with his fingers, though it was tiring. After only a minute or so, Kagome came, spilling herself over Miroku's face and hands.

He sat up, licking himself, and saw the look of pure bliss on Kagome's face. 'Now,' he thought. 'I'll fulfill her dream now.' He undid his robe and pulled it off. He shivered as his bare body met the chilly air, but thought of Kagome's warmth.

Miroku crawled on top of Kagome and kissed her. Still lost in the feeling that had consumed her, Kagome kissed back blindly. She could taste herself on his lips and she moaned slightly into the kiss. Miroku teased her entrance with his length.

When the girl could take it no longer, she found his manhood and pushed it deep inside of her. This brought something significantly unpleasant.

Kagome cried out in pain, turning her head. Miroku kissed her neck in apology. He hadn't been going to do it so fast, but she had ruined his plan. He slowly moved inside of her, waiting for her to become used to being filled.

When Kagome's breathing had settled and she seemed more relaxed, Miroku thrust inside of her. The girl cried again, but this was in pleasure. Satisfied that she wasn't hurting anymore, Miroku began a slow pace, quickening when he couldn't stand it anymore.

Miroku's low moans mixed with Kagome's as he thrust deeper inside of her each time, faster and faster. Finally, he came, spilling his seed inside of her. Kagome came a few moments after, screaming out in ecstasy.

Miroku pulled out and lay on top of her, breathing heavily. He rolled off of her and wiped his forehead, which was covered in layer of light sweat. He then turned his head to see his lover.

Kagome lay on the ground, still in rapture. Her lips parted and she spoke softly. "Oh… Inuyasha…"

Miroku sat up and grabbed his robe, covering himself with it. "Inuyasha?" he asked. "But I thought it was me you wanted."

Kagome opened her eyes and saw Miroku. She was quickly brought back to reality. She sat up, trying to cover as much of herself as she could, even though her hands were still tied behind her. "No," she said shakily. "What made you think that?"

"I heard you and Sango talking," Miroku explained, flushing. "I heard you say my name. When I got closer, you were talking about some fantasy you had. I thought you were talking about me."

Kagome blushed furiously. "No," she said in humiliation. "I was talking about Inuyasha. It was Sango who wanted you."

Miroku stared at her in surprise. "Sango?" he asked. "Really? Wow. I thought… well, it doesn't matter. Oh!" He remembered the rope and quickly untied her hands. Kagome found her skirt and underwear and pulled them on, then buttoning her blouse.

Miroku turned his back as she dressed, also putting on his clothing. "I'm sorry," he said after a moment. "I really thought you meant me. I was trying to make you happy."

Kagome could hear the sincerity in his voice and sighed. Fully dressed, she stood up and said, "It's okay. It was a misunderstanding. And… it wasn't all that bad." She blushed hotly.

Miroku turned to face her. His eyes were full of apologies. "I am so sorry," he repeated. "I never meant to do this without your consent."

"No, really," Kagome assured him, her face still heated. "It's all right. I'll be fine. I'll just… go back now." She made her way back to the camp, Miroku following her.

When they got back, Inuyasha looked at them and said, "What happened to you two? We were just about to send out a search party. Geez." His sharp eyes traveled over Kagome's body. He smirked. "You're a little cold, Kagome."

Kagome looked down quickly. Her face became even more red. Without her bra, her thin white blouse did nothing to hide her semi-hard nipples. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stalked to her sleeping bag and closed her eyes.

Miroku didn't say a word, but gazed at Sango. The slayer looked back at him and then down at the ground. Inuyasha looked from one to the other. "What is with you people?" he asked. When he got no answer, he growled slightly and jumped back into the tree where he spent his nights. Sango lay down on the ground and Miroku sat by the fire, contemplating the activities that had gone on.


Fin.