Instant Pleasure
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He watches her surreptitiously as she smoothes the knots out of Kirara's fur, loosening the brambles the misleadingly small kitten has picked up over the day's travel. The creamy cat yawns, bored with her mistress's ministrations and bats at Sango's hand playfully. The taijiya smiles and laughs, tickling her friend under the chin with one hand and drawing a string out of her pack with the other.
Miroku can't help but smile softly at the sound.
It's amazing, he thinks contentedly, how something as simple as innocent laughter can bring such instantaneous pleasure to such a deviant person as him.
With any luck, he'll be able to indulge in that pleasure, and many, many others for a very long time to come.