Chapter 19

Their mouths moved against each other, melding into one. Soon Kagome moved, settling herself on Miroku more firmly. Her legs straddled his waist, her hands on his chest. As hard as it was, he kept his hands fisted at his sides. She hadn't given him permission to touch her.

She nipped at his lip, causing him to part his mouth with a groan. Her tongue hesitantly met his, and he deepened their kiss, taking control for at least this. Her movements were unsure, untried, and even innocent. It all served to heat his blood more.

He swelled, his cock thickening in his pants. He had tried to stop it, but with this woman propped ontop of him, their tongues moving against the other, he had no control of his appendage. She felt it, pulling away, panting. "Miroku."

He could see the fear in her eyes, and he reached up, running his fingers down her cheek. "I know." Smiling, he kissed her once more, this time not letting it deepen. "You are in control, remember? We only do what you want, and if you need more time, then I will give it. I'll give you as much as you need. However, I cannot help how my body reacts to you."

"You're so kind." Kagome leaned back, her hands still on his chest. "You really would give me as much time as I wanted, wouldn't you?" She didn't let him answer, already knowing what he would say. She leaned down, resting against his chest once more. Now that they were no longer passionate, he wasn't as worried about touching her.

They started watching the movie again, but he couldn't keep himself from fidgeting. Eventually his erection would go down, but until then, he would be in pain. He tried to keep it away from Kagome, shifting her to the side of it.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he tried to calm his body. He felt Kagome shift slightly but didn't look to see what she was doing. She was most likely trying to get comfortable. However, when his pants were suddenly snapped apart, his eyes shot open and landed on Kagome.

"What are you doing?" She was unzipping his pants, dangerously close to his erection.

"I… I wanted to help you." She blushed, looking away. "If you don't want that I –"

"Dear gods, Kagome, I want it." He was craving her touch at that point, and just the thought of her touching him had his cock twitching. "However, I want you comfortable more. Don't push yourself for me."

"I'm not. I don't want to go all the way, or even… I'm not ready for you to touch me, but I… I'm curious about…you." The more she talked, the more harsh his breathing became. She was so innocent, blushing deeply from their conversation.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "You can do whatever you want to me, Kagome. All I ask is that you don't make yourself uncomfortable. That would devastate me." He grabbed her hand, kissing her fingers, and meeting her eyes. He would be okay if she decided not to do anything. Even after their conversation. He needed her to know that.

She sat up, pushing herself down until she straddled his thighs. Slowly her hands pulled down his pants, and he rose his hips to help her. His erection bobbed free, making her eyes widen in surprise. Gods he hoped that was a good reaction.

"You're so big!" Kagome slapped her hand over her mouth as soon as the words fumbled from her lips. She was so embarrassed she could cry, but the smug smirk Miroku sent her way, had that embarrassment dying away. The pervert.

Hesitantly, she wrapped a hand around him, watching as his eyes closed and his head fell back. Slowly she stroked him, getting used to the feel of him in her hands. He was three times the size of Kouga, and she wasn't sure what to do with all of it.

He was leaking, precum escaping from his tip. She ran her palm over it, getting a bit of lubrication as she added a second hand to the mix. He groaned, arching his back as she alternated between stroking and squeezing. With each new bead of cum, she rubbed it over him, slickening up his cock as much as she could.

"Kagome." His body was squirming, his hands gripping the couch beneath him. He hated to admit it, but he was already close. He went from having sex almost every day, to nothing. He had quit cold turkey, and now his body was suffering for it.

He ripped off his shirt, throwing it to the ground as he felt his spine begin to tingle. Her small hands continued to stroke him, and he bit at his fist, trying to keep himself calm. He wanted to touch her, but he couldn't. She was already doing more than he ever thought she would, and he wouldn't ruin that.

"Am I… doing this right?" Her innocent question, that little blush while she stroked his engorged cock, it was more than he could handle.

"Damn it!" His back arched, body exploding in white hot pleasure. His length spasmed in her hands, spraying over his stomach in thick streams. For endless moments, she continued to pump her hand on him, drawing out his orgasm for as long as she could.

Panting, he fell back to the couch, eyes glued to the roof. That had been the best orgasm he had ever had, and he hadn't even been inside her. She chuckled then, and he looked at her. Blush still on her cheeks and was looking at her hands and the cum stringing between her fingers. "I guess I did alright."

"Alright?" He smiled, grabbing his shirt from the floor. He handed it to her, letting her clean her hands. "You can do that to me anytime you want, Kagome." She surprised him when she began to clean him, including his sensitive cock. When there wasn't any mess left, she threw the shirt to the floor, and once more rested on top of him.

She yawned, noticing that the movie credits were playing. "We missed the end of the movie." She felt him hum beneath her but didn't receive any reply. Lifting her head, she smiled. He was already asleep. The moment she had relaxed on him, he had wrapped his arms around her, and fell asleep. He was more comfortable then, than he had been in some time.

Kagome laid her head back down, closing her own eyes with a smile on her face. She too fell asleep.

…

InuYasha scoffed, rolling his eyes. Izayoi had been trying to get in touch with Miroku all day. He hadn't answered his phone, and when they tried Kagome's phone, and once more got no reply, she sent InuYasha to check on them.

It was midday, and amazingly, both were still asleep on the couch. As far as InuYasha knew, Miroku hadn't slept more than three hours a night. That wasn't the case when Kagome was in his arms. That, or it was the happy ending that knocked him out.

Miroku's half dressed state and the crumple shirt on the floor told InuYasha at least a little about what happened. Grabbing a knife from the dinner, he used it to lift Miroku's shirt, gently laying it on his younger brother's face. He wouldn't suffocate, but he would wake up covered in his own cum. Chuckling, InuYasha took a photo and sent it to Sesshomaru, and then made his way out. The bastard could sleep as long as he wanted. That would give InuYasha time to escape.

…

The next family dinner came the next night. The moment Miroku saw InuYasha, he tackled his brother to the ground and tried to beat him. Sesshomaru watched on with a sick gleam in his eyes while Kagome left them behind heading towards the kitchen where Izayoi was.

"Hello, Dear. Do you know why my sons are fighting? Again." She smiled at Kagome, leaning over to kiss both of her cheeks.

Kagome blushed, looking down. "InuYasha deserves it this time."

"He normally does." A new woman walked in, carrying an infant. "I'm Akari, Izayoi's sister. This little man is Daichi." The woman bowed to Kagome, who did the same in return. "I've heard so much about you. Izayoi never shuts up about the sweet girl Miroku finally brought home, so I invited myself to come and see. You really are gorgeous."

"Thank you." Kagome blushed once again, eyes flicking towards the infant. "He is a cutie."

"He is the youngest of five." The woman sounded exhausted just admitting how many kids she had. "My daughter is the oldest, and the rest are all boys. We started having kids later in life, and now we are making up for it. That would be Daisuke, my husband's idea. As aggravating as they are, they are my life."

Just then, the screams of happy children could be heard. They spotted Miroku and InuYasha, immediately joining in on the dog pile. Sesshomaru used that chance to escape, making his way into the kitchen to pick at the food.

"I had not realized the runts were here." Sesshomaru shuddered, popping a piece of chicken into his mouth. "The house will be destroyed."

"You think you were any better?" Akari literally shoved Daichi into Sesshomaru's arms, walking away so she could sit down and take a much needed break. "Anytime you came to visit, you and InuYasha left my house trashed. Miroku was the sweet little angel that helped me clean. At least, until you corrupted him. Now look at him."

They all turned to see Miroku and InuYasha rough housing with the boys, and Kagome smiled tenderly at the sight. She turned back to the others, noticing a girl standing in the doorway. Waving, the girl turned and ran, running into the legs of who Kagome presumed was her father.

"Take no offense, Kaiya is shy." Daisuke smiled at Kagome, bowing to her. He had been warned of Kagome's aversion to being touched and made sure to keep his distance. She more than appreciated the gesture. She hadn't been prepared for new people, not that she minded.

"None taken." Daichi started to cry then, fussing in Sesshomaru's arms.

"What does it want?" He was holding it away from him, scowling at the child, and Kagome scoffed, taking the child from him. She placed him on her chest, his head on her shoulder and began to bounce in place. He settled almost immediately, and Kagome noticed the abnormal quiet surrounding her.

Looking up, she saw everyone staring at her in shock. She blushed. Fearing she did something wrong. "I am so sorry! I didn't ask first, did I?" She tried to hand Daichi back to his mother, but she refused.

"Nope. He's yours now. It's not often he settles down that quickly for anyone. I'm actually a little jealous." She smiled, soothing Kagome.

"If you are sure. I love babies. When my brother was little, I took care of him more than my mother did." Kagome began to bounce again, moving around the kitchen. She wasn't paying attention to anyone else, so she didn't notice Miroku standing in the doorway, staring at her with wide eyes.

Touga did. He nudged Miroku, chuckling as his son looked up to him. "You're thinking about Kagome holding your baby like that aren't you."

"No." Miroku blushed, looking away. He was lying. "It is too soon to be thinking like that."

"The heart wants what the heart wants. The first time I got that look in my eye, I saw Izayoi for the first time. I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her that she was my future. Sort of like you with Kagome." Touga looked down to his son, meeting his eye. "Izayoi thought the same, and we hadn't even been together a year before Sesshomaru was born. After almost thirty years, we are as happy now, as we were when we first met."

Miroku looked back towards Kagome, watching her with the baby. She had a natural motherly instinct, one that he craved to see with his own. He swallowed back his emotion, stepping into the kitchen. His aunt greeted him, little Kaiya leaving her father's legs to run to Miroku with a squeal.

Miroku picked her up, tossing her into the air, and laughing at her little outburst. When he set her on her feet again, he noticed Kagome looking at him. The look she had, he couldn't describe, but it caused his heart to flutter. Kagome was his future. There was no denying that without her, he would have nothing.

...

Here's the new chapter, and for once, I'm on time. This chapter got a little steamy. Thank you to my editor, DidiTheReaper for looking over this. I would also like to let everyone know that I have a new one-shot written. I will be posting it as soon as the chapter post. It's called When Your Gone, and its a Sesshomaru/Kagome pairing. Head on over and check it out, also, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.