Miaka's senses soared as she ran her hands down her breasts and stomach, her hands working at the ties of her gown. The material sticking to her heated body like a second skin. She watched with blazed eyes as Tamahome walked towards her. His body sleek and muscular. One tie slipped off, revealing a portion of her breast. His movements were slow, like she was his prey.
His arm reached out to stroke her flamed cheek, his fingers long and nimble, like that of a pianist. Her own hand came up to caress his arm, fingering a delicate play of lover's caresses.
"Miaka I love you."
His voice rasped out as he stepped closer into her.
"I love you Tamahome."
Miaka let her eyes close as she felt Tamahome's lips capture hers, his tongue darting out to run across her generous bottom lip
"MIAKA!"
Miaka awakened with a light yelp as chilly water was thrown onto her face and a portion of her chest, making her nipples rise. Nuriko stood tapping her foot towards her as she loomed close by, the pail grasped in one hand. Nuriko paused her foot taping to glare at her some more.
"You've been sleeping all day you lazy leech, the rest of us don't get this much sleep now get your lazy ass out of bed!"
Nuriko stomped off. Her long blue hair swinging softly. She stopped to bat eyes innocently at Tamahome before disappearing into her tent. Miaka looked up to peer at Tamahome, his shirt off and wrapped around his waist. Oh how glorious it had been to touch him in her dreams, the way she wished to touch him now.
Her cheeks automatically became a flame as she stood up and whipped at the water dripping from her cheeks and forehead. Chichiri looked at her quickly before he returned to feeding the horses. Glaring at Nuriko's tent Miaka began to fold up her sleeping bag. Why she had to sleep outside and Nuriko got to sleep in a tent was beyond her. But her mind seemed to wander to more important things. Like Tamahome and his lips, and what sexy lips he had. Sighing heavily she packed her sleeping bag away and stood looking at him.
Tamahome felt a pair of eyes on him and turned towards Miaka, her cheeks rosy and her face gleaming. God she was beautiful. He had dreamed about her again, them dancing. He wondered why he kept on having the same dream but it was better than to dream of her than no dreams at all. Smirking he winked at her and disappeared into his tent.