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Chapter 15
InuYasha scowled at Sango, not worried about the woman seeing his face and knowing what he thought. He told her every day anyway. He regretted being with her to an extent. The moment he slept with Sango, was the moment he lost everything.
Kikyou wanted nothing to do with him. She only showed herself to torment him and Sango. It was frustrating. He had even tried to win Kikyou back, but the dead Miko gave a humorless laugh and walked away. She had turned her back on him.
Sango barely even spoke. She had let herself go. No longer was she the warrior that she once was. She was a soft wife. She cooked and cleaned and did whatever he demanded. He had broken her, he knew. A part of him cared, felt bad for what he did, another didn't. He had lost Kagome because of her.
Almost a year.
That had been how long he had been looking for kagome. He traveled every so often. But couldn't go too far because of the burden he left behind. Sango was his, even if he was unhappy with her at the moment. So, searching for Kagome only went so far.
He had no idea where Kagome and Miroku had gone. He didn't even know if they were together, or if they had gone their separate ways. He had tried to ask Sesshomaru when the bastard came to visit Rin, but those visits were becoming less and less. Rin was a woman now and engaged to be married.
Twelve was considered a little young in this age, but she had gotten her cycle and that was all that mattered. For a moment InuYasha thought about marrying her just to get at his brother, but that didn't happen. Sesshomaru nearly killed him when he heard of InuYasha's plan.
Hopefully, Sesshomaru wouldn't be coming around much more. He had no reason to. Rin was no longer his ward, and he held no Use to InuYasha. Of course, no one was of any use to InuYasha unless they could point him in the direction of Kagome.
He hadn't given up. And he wouldn't. He wanted Kagome as his. For so long, he couldn't choose between the three women, but now he could. He had. Kagome was the one he wanted if he couldn't have all three. Of course, if the opportunity came up that things could go back to the way they were, and all three would be his, he wouldn't hesitate.
If he could get Kagome, maybe he could get the other two. In that sense, he really hadn't given up having all three women as his. He had just prioritized them differently. Kagome, Kikyou, and then Sango. With a sigh, he began to disrobe and turned towards the woman currently at his side. One look and she was naked and laying down, eyes closed as he took his own pleasure. He would pretend it was Kagome, and Sango would let him. It was the least she could do.
…
Kagome looked up to the cloud, pointing at it. She laughed, telling that it looked like a rabbit, but he didn't notice. Miroku's gaze was locked on her. Watching her smile and face light up as she continued on. He didn't remember a time that she had been so happy.
She glowed with it; blue eyes vibrant. Her smile was radiant, and he vowed to never see it fall from her face. Never again would she know that pain of heartbreak, because he would cherish her. He would hold her heart in the palm of his hands and protect the delicate organ with everything he had.
He had loved Sango, but what he felt for Kagome… it was far more than he ever thought possible. She consumed him, was within him, and he didn't care. He wanted more, to feel her in every part of his body, not just his heart. He wanted a love that couldn't be broken and he knew they were well on the way there.
"You're not even looking, Miroku." She pouted, and he reached out, brushing her thick hair behind her ear. She blushed as he smiled tenderly down at her. She had thought that they could come to their spot on their day off, and how glad he was that he agreed.
"Your beautiful." The reddening of her cheeks deepened. Slowly he leaned forward brushing his lips against hers in a whisper of a kiss. He found it hard not to touch her often. His hand was almost always on hers, or his lips caressing her own. He couldn't help it. And she didn't seem to mind.
"Can I say something?" She looked down, and then back up again as he pushed her chin up, letting her see his nod. "I didn't know you were so affectionate. At least not like this. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but in all the girl talk with Sango…"
He let his hand drop but settled it on her knee so she knew he wasn't angry. "Sango would not allow it. I desire affection with you, more than I did with her, but even the little I tried to show, she rejected. She would either say it wasn't proper or that she was far too much of a woman for it."
"Im sorry. I hate that she treated you that way." Kagome looked saddened for a moment, and he shook his head. It was all in the past, and he wouldn't keep looking back on it.
"It is no longer a problem. You will not hurt me." His smile was sincere, and hers gleamed in return. He had no doubt that his own heart was safe in her hands. She would never hurt him, and he could only be thankful for that.
"Miroku?" Kagome raised an eyebrow at his mischievous grin. His hand was cupping her delicious backside, giving it a little squeeze. She shifted, grabbing his wrist and setting his cursed palm back into his own lap. She secretly liked his groping, but it was still a little embarrassing. Mostly because she wasn't brave enough to grab him back. Even if she threatened to.
"Come here." He held out his arms, and she moved into them, leaning against his chest. It was one of her favorite spots to be. She felt safe wrapped in his arms, and she never hesitated to fall into them when he offered.
She smirked, thinking about the way he had grabbed her a moment ago. Biting her lip, she admitted that she wanted to try. She was still untouched and wasn't sure she could even grab a butt right. Was there a certain way you did it? What if she messed something as simple as that up?
Throwing all thought to the wind, she reached around him while burying her face into his chest. She copied his movements exactly, felt as he stiffened and gasped softly. That sounded like a good reaction from him so she gave a little squeeze.
The moment she grabbed him, Miroku was stunned. He hadn't actually expected to get groped back. Gods did he like it. Then when she became bold enough to squeeze at him, his hand was forced. He wasn't gentle as he shoved her to her back, his hands holding her wrist above her head.
He saw her shocked eyes as he hovered over her, but only for a second before he slammed his lips against hers. His cock had thickened the moment she touched him, and now it twitched painfully, fueling his actions.
He nipped at her lip softly and she gasped, giving him the access he desired. His tongue swept in. Claiming her mouth as his own. She tasted divine, like nothing he had ever sampled before. She moaned a delight to his ears. They had kissed a few times but never had it heated to this extent.
His blood boiled for her and the little sounds she was making beneath him. Tearing her mouth away from his, she gasped for breath. He didn't stop, instead, kissing his way down her neck and back up. It was a repeated process, slow and languid. A nip at her collar bone and she was arching up into him.
"Kagome." He didn't recall a time his voice had been that husky. His need was painful, begging for some kind of release. When Kagome arched against him, her legs opened for him and he fell between them. She gasped at the feel of his swollen cock but didn't try to pull away.
Taking over her mouth once more, she wiggled her hands, and he let them go. They instantly flew to his hair, pulling it out of its tie so her fingers could knot in it. This time he moaned deeply, and the sound seemed to spur her on. It was as if she suddenly forgot any worries she had about being innocent and knew exactly how to please him.
One hand moved from his hair, running along the length of his back, and cupping his bottom again. The sound that left his throat resembled a growl. Primal. He was losing control. That was the last thing he wanted.
As much as he was enjoying kissing Kagome, he didn't want to make love to Kagome yet. She was pure and innocent. She had his respect for that and everything else that she was. Her soul was kind, her heart large. He didn't want to dishonor her by stealing away her virginity before they married. She deserved so much more, and he felt waiting for their wedding night was worth the effort.
However, if he didn't get himself under control he was going to be in far more pain than he already was.
Panting he rested his forehead against hers. Their breath mingled as they allowed themselves to calm from the heaviness of the moment they just shared. He chuckled, running a bent knuckle down her cheek. "Perhaps you can leave the groping for me? It seems I have no control when my innocent Kagome isn't so innocent."
"That's just not fair." She smirked and pecked his lips once. "Why do you get to feel me up, but I don't get the same courtesy." She was going to be a tease. He just knew she had passions inside of her that had been buried and hidden. He had gotten a taste of it just now, and the moment they finally went all the way. He was going to light a fire in her that never went out.
"Because I have no control when it comes to you. Or a very limited amount." He nuzzled along her neck, nipping at her ear. "When I give affection, I get to see your reaction. It doesn't affect me so violently, but when you tease me?" He thrust his hips, letting her feel the proof of his arousal.
"So you can tease me, but I can't tease you?" His violet eyes met her blue. And he could see her point. It wasn't very fair if he could push all her sensual buttons but she couldn't return the favor. There were some things he needed to explain.
"I hold you on a pedestal." With a half-smile, he put a finger over her lips. "Let me finish, Dear. I know you do not think of yourself as special, but that is not how I see you. You are beautiful. Inside and out. You deserve the world, and I will give you all that I can. Your honor is one of them. As much as I enjoy being between your thighs, I would prefer that we wait until we marry."
"Miroku, where im from people have sex before marriage all the time." She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers And then kissing the tips. "And you know I've never been one to care about what others think. Not that its any of their business."
"I care. You will be my wife and I will have no one disrespecting you." He rolled them so he was on his back, her head on his chest. It wasn't as intimate of a position but kept them close. Which is what he wanted. "I love you. Kagome. I will protect you, cherish you and honor you. This is one way of me doing that."
"Okay." She blinked away the tears in her eyes and smiled warmly. "If that is what you want. Then I won't tease you. At least not right now." She smirked at the last part, before snuggling deeper into his embrace. "I love you too, Miroku."
