AN: Little ficlet I couldn't get off my mind.

It's only going to be a few chapters long. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Since when, Kagome wondered, did she feel nothing when Inuyasha spirited off in the middle of the night to meet Kikyo?

Actually, she did feel something for him… sympathy. Her little crush on him had been painful but it had passed, like all adolescent crushes were bound to. He, on the other hand, was bonded forever with Kikyo. There would be no severing of ties with them. She understood and had accepted that a long time ago. She knew Inuyasha still held feelings for her; confused and muddled feelings, riddled with guilt and shame. Kagome sighed, turned over in her sleeping bag and came face to face with her current predicament.

Miroku.

He was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, face turned toward her, his ponytail in disarray, a strand of hair covering his left eye. Kagome couldn't resist tucking the strand behind his ear. He stirred slightly, mumbling something that sounded remarkably like, 'would you bear my children.' He was utterly adorable.

Kagome sighed once more, and wondered when did she start… developing feelings for Miroku. When did she start missing the gropes and innuendoes? When did she start resenting Sango because she still received them on a daily basis? She was insane, she thought, if she missed being groped by a known womanizer.

What did she see in him anyway? He was gorgeous, that was a given, and charming as hell, but was also a flirt, who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. But he was also brave and strong, and had helped her countless of times, she conceded. She sighed again, angry with herself for having feelings for Miroku. Was she one of those women that only wanted men she couldn't have? Or men who treated her badly she added, thinking of Inuyasha.

For some reason, Miroku had stopped groping her and even stopped his innuendoes, meaning that he'd lost interest in her. Kagome never fooled herself into thinking that Miroku had actual feelings for her, but she knew he at least found her attractive. And in the corner of her heart, she had been flattered, especially when shunned by Inuyasha's coldness. Is that when she started developing feelings for him? When he stopped groping her? Kagome groaned, she was pathetic, utterly pathetic.

Miroku stirred once again, his mouth slightly open, a fact that made Kagome giggle. The strand of hair had slipped once more, covering his eyes. Like before, she moved the strand back behind his ear. This time though, she let her hand wonder in the contours of his face; he was sound sleep after all, he wouldn't mind. Besides, she deserved a little payback after all the times he'd groped her. She stopped at his lips, tracing them softly with a finger, memorizing the texture. Caught of guard, she removed her fingers instantly when his tongue slithered out of his mouth to lick her fingers.

Still, Miroku slept, must be a reflex, Kagome thought angrily. Stupid Monk!

She studied him once more, noticing the fullness of his lips; they were close now, with a pout, presumably for the absence of her fingers on his mouth. It was calling her, Kagome rationalized, as she leaned down for a quick kiss. When she lifted her gaze, she met groggy violet eyes.

"Kagome-Sama, what's wrong?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his hands, attempting to ward off sleep.

"Umm… you were having a nightmare. I was trying to wake you up." Kagome explained in what she hoped was a sincere tone.

"Oh, thanks." He said, too sleepy to doubt her.

Kagome smiled at him, and turned around to finally try to sleep. Minutes later she felt a familiar hand on her ass. She was smiling even as she raised her hand to slap him.

TBC

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There will be smut, which I will probably be posting at Adultfanfiction.net or Mediaminer.org. :)