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A/N: For those who may not know, "counting coup" was a Native American way of reckoning battle prowess: a warrior would try to take something from the enemy without killing them or getting killed. The more difficult the object was to take, the more "coup" you got. *big ol'kittie-cat eyes* I'm new here; I know it's not crack-ish or bad!fic – but is this acceptable or do I need to try again? (oh no, not again! Hence the handle…lol)
"Bitch! Give it back – right now!" the hanyou screamed, his voice cracking in full-out fury.
She was going to fucking die, the sneaky wench!
She touched the white, silk – her fingernail scratching the twitching creature barely encased within. "You want me?" she giggled through canny lips.
"You know I do.", he growled with a hot snarl and grabbed her questing hand in a painful grip, grinding the fine bones of her wrist together slowly.
Pulling her hard against his nearly naked form, Kikyou's demon lover whispered fiercely into her small ear, "You never could learn to keep your hands to yourself, priestess… let me refresh your memory." The hanyou slowly unwound himself only to warp her hands, her wrists together with the body-heat soaked silk as he slowly found his way around her roughly parted clothes, and then within her… it was a very little feat to wriggle out of her soft restraints as the beast grunted and pumped within her, really. Hands free, she let him nuzzle one spit-slick thigh with possessive love before introducing his face to her well-aimed foot.
"Eat shit and die!" she screamed back over her thin shoulder with a smile and bow cocked, unloaded a glowing bolt at the oncoming demonic being as he raced her through his thick forest.
The fluttering white silk of her hard-won headband flitted about her dark hair, flirting with him, taunting him to take it back by any means necessary. Just barely dodging the arrows she was occasionally zapping back at him as she fled, the irate hanyou twisted oh-so wrong and fell against a tree, groaning in nauseating pain and hatred, clawed hands to his throbbing crotch. Fucking whore and her raids – he was going to dismember her for this, slowly!
"Kikyou, I will kill you, you whore of the Kami! Mark my fucking words, you little bitch!" he screamed, long hair twisting along the ground as the defeated hanyou hung his head and tried to keep his nuts from exploding in dizzying pain. Every damn time she got him…!
Triumphant laughter drifted away on the night air as she tucked in her arms and ran quickly away.
~*~
"Sister Kikyou – you have returned? Can you not rest still?" Kaede murmured sleepily, her elderly eye blinking at the moonlit specter of her undead and remade sister heaving heavy breaths as she let herself into the still hut.
Not bothering to answer the obvious question, Kikyou chose the easy way out. "I have returned and I have a little gift. Take this trophy and give it to my… replacement. Tell that little girl that when she can pull of a successful panty-raid against Naraku and live to tell the tale, then she can have what is mine – not before!", the bitter miko hissed in proud challenge and, undoing her impromptu headband, let the long white silk of the stolen fundoshi flutter to the floor.