A.N. I don't own Inuyasha or Furuba.
"Shigure... When are you going to give up on this nonsense? I will not 'inspire' you."
"But Kagome," the dog whined, whimpering in her direction. "All I need is a little something to inspire the last few chapters! Then I'll leave you alone, promise."
A roll of sapphire irises was his response. "Well maybe this is good for you-You spend so much time teasing poor Mii-chan, and now you have real writer's block. I think that's a good lesson on life and karma." She nodded, agreeing with herself as she flipped through a magazine, clearly not even remotely interested in helping the man.
He pouted at her. "But you're my girlfriend! You're supposed to care about me!"
"Come here Shigure," she whispered seductively.
The dog zodiac scrambled forward eagerly as she began to stroke his face.
She pressed her soft lips to his passionately, her hand tugging his belt free as she cupped him gently, squeezing at his already hardened flesh teasingly. Slowly, she broke their kiss, her lips traveling to his ear. "And boyfriends are supposed to remember their girlfriends' birthdays... So, why don't you inspire yourself, hm?"
Shigure groaned audibly as he was shoved aside, leaving him and his throbbing flesh to their own devices.
