AN: New pet project that distracts me from the angst I will inevitably get
to. As of right now, I have only ones that have been buried within other
stories of mine. I hope to remedy that…soon.
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"The Talk"
Excerpted from Black Widow, Ch 10-11
Sango sits against a tree, playing with a blade of grass. Needing something, anything, to keep her mind occupied--anything to avoid thinking about that demon's conversation with him in the cave.
"Sango, we need to talk."
Her eyes focus onto the piece of grass she was twisting between her fingers. She doesn't dare raise them to meet his. "I know."
Frowning slightly, he watches her as he continues. "This demoness...what did she do to you?"
"It was like being in my own body, but unable to control the slightest movement. I could see and hear and think just fine. But I couldn't speak or move." The blade of grass snaps between her fingers. Her eyes close and head bows with a sort of mock reverence. "I was just barely able to stop her in time."
His eyes grow serious. "So she was trying to kill me."
"Mmmhmm."
"I can't think of anyone not related to Naraku who would actively seek us out."
"But the person holding me captive was definitely a woman."
"He does have that shape-shifting ability…but you may be right. I couldn't detect his presence."
Sango stands up and faces away from him.
"Sango."
"Hmm?"
"When did she take you over?"
Her cheeks flush a bright red. In spite of all of the courage she had in facing youkai, she can't bring herself to turn to look into his eyes."After I went out to wash my face."
"So that was…"
"Yeah. It wasn't me talking to you in the cave...she had seen all my memories, my thoughts...my feelings, but she was still that demon."
A pause hangs between them as the Houshi processes this newfound information. "Then the kiss was…"
"Just a distraction. She was going to poison you, I think. When she was in my mind, I could see flashes of her thoughts. She wanted me to watch you suffer and for me to blame myself."
The light crunch of grass beneath footfalls grows closer to her until two strong arms encircle around her, one at her shoulders and the other just below her chest.
"I wouldn't blame you at all, Sango. I know you wouldn't really try to hurt me."
A light smile crosses her lips. "Except when you act like a lech."
"Of course." Smiling, his head bends down, open lips teasingly trailing his warm breath down the side of her neck to reach it's sensitive pulse point, where he presses his lips to her warming skin.
The touch was electric. A breathy moan of pleasure shudders through her own lips. Almost reflexively, she tilts her head away, granting him all of the access to the exposed flesh of her neck that her yukata would allow. Her arms reach up and hold onto the arm encompassing her shoulder.
His lips slowly rise back up her neck placing gentle nip sat short intervals, all the way up to just behind her ear. "Sango," he whispers.
Her head turns so that her eyes, drunken with the overwhelming sensations, meet his smoldering ones. Their eyes dart back and forth between eyes and lips, drawing together with an agonizingly wonderful dawdling.
She turns in his arms, moving her delicately able hands up behind his neck, as his arms gently remain in place, both supporting and pulling her to him.
"Houshi-sama," she breathes, closing her eyes.
Lips crash upon lips, drinking in the full range of sensations.
Their eyes open briefly, reading each other's and seeing no hesitation before moving back to interlock like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
His tongue flicks out over her bottom lip, until her lips part.
Delicately, he tastes the inside of her mouth, before drawing her tongue to his. Somewhat blindly she follows, wondering absently exactly how much experience he has had, before moving her tongue to join his. Their tongues twine and dance against each other until the need to breathe overcomes them both.
"Ahem. If you're done now."
"Osuwari." Kagome exhaustingly raises a hand to her forehead. "He has no delicacy at all."
"Baka," mutters Shippou.
Sango's face blushes bright and deep, her eyes intently watching the forest floor. The Houshi's large hand presses against the small of her back, holding her close to him. His own eyes glare upon the hanyou slowly lifting himself from the ground before crossing in an air of annoyance.
"Feh. Kagome goes and gets all worked up about you two being in trouble and there you are, busy shoving tongues down each other's throats. What were you doing last night that kept you from breaking the barrier?" A cocky grin perks Inuyasha's lips.
Kagome's hand remains across her forehead, trying to soothe the growing ache pulsing at her temples. 'Baka.'
An eyebrow stands ominously on the Taiji-ya's face, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
Miroku closes his eyes, shaking his head. Having been on the receiving end of her wrath before, he almost felt sorry for Inuyasha. Almost.
"Oi…Kirara." Sango shouts, her hands waving around in a rather obvious gesture.
Kirara looks obediently to her master and then to the hanyou, brushing a few stray leaves off of himself.
Shippou covers his eyes, muttering "I can't watch this," before spreading out his chubby fingers and peaking through at the scene anyways.
Kirara sidles over, most of her long feline form brushing past Inuyasha before she leans her head down to the ground. Her tail waving in the air, she throws its muscular weight around quickly.
Inuyasha's eyes widen as he sees the fiery tails moving towards him and moves to jump out of the way, but is not quite fast enough as her tail clips him, forcefully enough to send him flying into the nearby pond a little more than slight singed. Steam rises up from the water's surface at the epicenter of the ripples.
Sputtering, a wet half demon dog dredges himself to the shore, rivulets of water pouring down off of his. "What the Hell was that for?"
"What do you think, Baka?" mutters the kitsune.
Everyone's attention turns away from the drenched hanyou as Sango and Miroku slowly approach the others.
The pressure at her back increases gently, as he guides her over to the others. "Will you be alright with the walking?"
"I think so."
"Good." Leaning over, he quickly places his lips to her cheek, before moving his head back to whisper in her ear. "We can finish our talk later."
Still a bit shyly, she nods.
Kirara lies her body on the ground and he helps Sango up onto her back.
"Kagome, Kirara, Shippou, please see to it that she goes to Kaede and is treated."
Shippou leans his head, a bit curious. "What are you gonna do, Miroku?"
Leaning his shajaku against a tall tree, Miroku cracks his knuckles. "Inuyasha and I need to have a little talk."
Kirara bounds off the ground, carrying her passengers off with great speed.
Once they were out of sight, Inuyasha and Miroku turn to each other.
Inuyasha eyes widen in curiosity. "So….tongue?"
"Yeah," Miroku smirks.
"Cool."
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"The Talk"
Excerpted from Black Widow, Ch 10-11
Sango sits against a tree, playing with a blade of grass. Needing something, anything, to keep her mind occupied--anything to avoid thinking about that demon's conversation with him in the cave.
"Sango, we need to talk."
Her eyes focus onto the piece of grass she was twisting between her fingers. She doesn't dare raise them to meet his. "I know."
Frowning slightly, he watches her as he continues. "This demoness...what did she do to you?"
"It was like being in my own body, but unable to control the slightest movement. I could see and hear and think just fine. But I couldn't speak or move." The blade of grass snaps between her fingers. Her eyes close and head bows with a sort of mock reverence. "I was just barely able to stop her in time."
His eyes grow serious. "So she was trying to kill me."
"Mmmhmm."
"I can't think of anyone not related to Naraku who would actively seek us out."
"But the person holding me captive was definitely a woman."
"He does have that shape-shifting ability…but you may be right. I couldn't detect his presence."
Sango stands up and faces away from him.
"Sango."
"Hmm?"
"When did she take you over?"
Her cheeks flush a bright red. In spite of all of the courage she had in facing youkai, she can't bring herself to turn to look into his eyes."After I went out to wash my face."
"So that was…"
"Yeah. It wasn't me talking to you in the cave...she had seen all my memories, my thoughts...my feelings, but she was still that demon."
A pause hangs between them as the Houshi processes this newfound information. "Then the kiss was…"
"Just a distraction. She was going to poison you, I think. When she was in my mind, I could see flashes of her thoughts. She wanted me to watch you suffer and for me to blame myself."
The light crunch of grass beneath footfalls grows closer to her until two strong arms encircle around her, one at her shoulders and the other just below her chest.
"I wouldn't blame you at all, Sango. I know you wouldn't really try to hurt me."
A light smile crosses her lips. "Except when you act like a lech."
"Of course." Smiling, his head bends down, open lips teasingly trailing his warm breath down the side of her neck to reach it's sensitive pulse point, where he presses his lips to her warming skin.
The touch was electric. A breathy moan of pleasure shudders through her own lips. Almost reflexively, she tilts her head away, granting him all of the access to the exposed flesh of her neck that her yukata would allow. Her arms reach up and hold onto the arm encompassing her shoulder.
His lips slowly rise back up her neck placing gentle nip sat short intervals, all the way up to just behind her ear. "Sango," he whispers.
Her head turns so that her eyes, drunken with the overwhelming sensations, meet his smoldering ones. Their eyes dart back and forth between eyes and lips, drawing together with an agonizingly wonderful dawdling.
She turns in his arms, moving her delicately able hands up behind his neck, as his arms gently remain in place, both supporting and pulling her to him.
"Houshi-sama," she breathes, closing her eyes.
Lips crash upon lips, drinking in the full range of sensations.
Their eyes open briefly, reading each other's and seeing no hesitation before moving back to interlock like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
His tongue flicks out over her bottom lip, until her lips part.
Delicately, he tastes the inside of her mouth, before drawing her tongue to his. Somewhat blindly she follows, wondering absently exactly how much experience he has had, before moving her tongue to join his. Their tongues twine and dance against each other until the need to breathe overcomes them both.
"Ahem. If you're done now."
"Osuwari." Kagome exhaustingly raises a hand to her forehead. "He has no delicacy at all."
"Baka," mutters Shippou.
Sango's face blushes bright and deep, her eyes intently watching the forest floor. The Houshi's large hand presses against the small of her back, holding her close to him. His own eyes glare upon the hanyou slowly lifting himself from the ground before crossing in an air of annoyance.
"Feh. Kagome goes and gets all worked up about you two being in trouble and there you are, busy shoving tongues down each other's throats. What were you doing last night that kept you from breaking the barrier?" A cocky grin perks Inuyasha's lips.
Kagome's hand remains across her forehead, trying to soothe the growing ache pulsing at her temples. 'Baka.'
An eyebrow stands ominously on the Taiji-ya's face, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
Miroku closes his eyes, shaking his head. Having been on the receiving end of her wrath before, he almost felt sorry for Inuyasha. Almost.
"Oi…Kirara." Sango shouts, her hands waving around in a rather obvious gesture.
Kirara looks obediently to her master and then to the hanyou, brushing a few stray leaves off of himself.
Shippou covers his eyes, muttering "I can't watch this," before spreading out his chubby fingers and peaking through at the scene anyways.
Kirara sidles over, most of her long feline form brushing past Inuyasha before she leans her head down to the ground. Her tail waving in the air, she throws its muscular weight around quickly.
Inuyasha's eyes widen as he sees the fiery tails moving towards him and moves to jump out of the way, but is not quite fast enough as her tail clips him, forcefully enough to send him flying into the nearby pond a little more than slight singed. Steam rises up from the water's surface at the epicenter of the ripples.
Sputtering, a wet half demon dog dredges himself to the shore, rivulets of water pouring down off of his. "What the Hell was that for?"
"What do you think, Baka?" mutters the kitsune.
Everyone's attention turns away from the drenched hanyou as Sango and Miroku slowly approach the others.
The pressure at her back increases gently, as he guides her over to the others. "Will you be alright with the walking?"
"I think so."
"Good." Leaning over, he quickly places his lips to her cheek, before moving his head back to whisper in her ear. "We can finish our talk later."
Still a bit shyly, she nods.
Kirara lies her body on the ground and he helps Sango up onto her back.
"Kagome, Kirara, Shippou, please see to it that she goes to Kaede and is treated."
Shippou leans his head, a bit curious. "What are you gonna do, Miroku?"
Leaning his shajaku against a tall tree, Miroku cracks his knuckles. "Inuyasha and I need to have a little talk."
Kirara bounds off the ground, carrying her passengers off with great speed.
Once they were out of sight, Inuyasha and Miroku turn to each other.
Inuyasha eyes widen in curiosity. "So….tongue?"
"Yeah," Miroku smirks.
"Cool."
