Title: Naughty
Category: Drabble
Author: Winter Ashby (rosweldrmr)
Rating: T
Challenge: Naughty
Words: 500 - exactly!
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"Kagome-sama, you're naughty." Miroku watched her face shine in the reflection of the moon off the water. For the first time, he considered that skinny-dipping might have been a mistake.
Rewind.
"Miroku-samaaaaaa." Kagome formed her lips to ooze his name with all the whining she knew she was capable of.
Miroku could make out the sound of his name. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck. With the wind rushing past his ears, it was hard to hear well, but he'd recognized the sound of his name coming from a woman's lips anywhere. He ignored her, at least while he was running full speed through the thick underbrush. "Nani?"
"Can we rest?" She didn't even bother to open her eyes, but held her arms around his neck and pulled her face closer to his warm skin. Her voice was smothered against him. But even through the bone-chilling air of this harsh winter, he could feel her feverish forehead on his neck.
"Eya. I must return you to the well." Her knees were beginning to slip from his hands so he adjusted his hold of her warm, bare legs and bit down on his lip. It was one thing to be lecherous with Sango during a battle. But it was quite another to do so in the privacy of his own mind, with Kagome, while she was ill.
"I'm fine." He grunted in frustration and continued toward the rising sun in the distance. InuYasha was going to kill him if anything happened to her.
Rewind.
"Miroku, get Kagome out of here!" InuYasha swung Tetsusaiga in the direction of the youkai swarm. "Kaze no Kizu!" His attack reverberated off the cliff walls. In the distance, Miroku could hear swishing air and the mighty call of a demon slayer.
He was also quite aware of the buzzing saimyoushou and his useless Kazaana. So he gathered the unconscious girl in his arms and fled from the battle. She'd been pale for days now, and she'd fainted with her bow clutched in her hands.
Fast-forward.
"We can only rest for a second." Miroku kneeled next to a large boulder and helped the frail miko climb down. She nodded and leaned back against the rock.
"Arigatou…" she closed her eyes and licked her dried, capped lips.
"What do you need?" Miroku watched her with an intense kind of scrutiny.
"Mizu." She asked quietly.
Fast-forward.
"I thought you wanted water, not a bath!" Miroku held her wrist in absolute horror as she stood, knee-deep in a hot spring.
"But it's so warm." She looked to the steaming water with envious eyes and jerked her wrist from his grasp.
"But your clothes…" his protest was stopped flat as she removed the scarf from her uniform and glanced at him over her shoulder. He shivered.
Miroku's mouth dropped to the ground and he leisurely turned as she undressed. He was still too stunned to do much of anything.
"Aren't you coming?" She asked. He nodded, blankly.
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Author's Note: I decided to try something completely crazy and Tarantino... feel free to tell me if it doesn't work. Inspired by one of Dane Cook's jokes about The Wall.