Miroku's Bedtime Stories
Chapter 17
Afterwards
(AN: A little warning. I'm trying to stay within the PG-13 rating but I think you and I know what the last chapter was leading up to. I've debated for two days on how lemony-limey to get. Lets see how good a job I do with telling the story without having to change my rating, okay? )
There was nothing but the gentle sounds of sleep coming from his Sango now. Outside, a spring storm had begun, the soothing sounds of thrumming rain attempted to lull them to sleep.
Miroku stared into the brazier, sleep eluding him in spite of it. He closed his eyes. Remembering...
"What do you want?" whispered Sango, her eyes wide, locked into his.
Her face held a beguiling mixture of need, anticipation and trepidation. He wondered briefly if his own countenance held a similar expression.
"Nothing you do not wish to freely give," he replied, looking down into her hazel eyes. He lightly stroked the side of her neck, then placed a gentle kiss under her ear.
"Then what will happen?" she asked, putting her finger against his lips.
He lifted his head. "What promises do you want from me, Sango?"
"To say you'll stay with me as long as you live. I won't ask for what you cannot give."
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "That I can promise you."
"I wish to make a promise to you also," she said, taking his face firmly between her hands.
"What is it?" he murmured, lowering his eyes.
"I promise to love you forever. Because I can."
She kissed him passionately and taking his hand placed it under her robe, on top of her wildly beating heart.
Reaching down and untying the knot of her yukata, she revealed soft yet firm curves he had only dreamed of for so long.
He gazed upon her for long seconds and then lowered his mouth to claim his gift.....
Miroku closed his eyes. "No turning back now," he whispered to himself. Turning to the still sleeping Sango he pulled her to him, burying his head into her naked shoulder. She stirred briefly then unconsciously melded into his warmth. Erotic images of Sango convulsed and gasping with passion beneath him flooded his mind as he held her against him.
"Houshi-sama?" she muttered sleepily.
"It's all right, go to sleep," he said, stroking her hair.
"You're awake?" she said, turning within his embrace to face him.
"Are you all right?"
He smiled gently, "I should be asking you that question, anata."
She blushed and smiled faintly. "I feel..." she shook her head slightly.
"I don't know the right word. It's too much."
"I know."
"Don't stay up all night thinking, houshi-sama."
He grinned at her usual name for him. "I think you can leave off the title now," he said, leaning over to kiss her earlobe.
"It's a habit," she said, pressing against him languidly and kissing him playfully on the nose. "But one I would be happy to give up."
He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, finally relaxing as she stroked his hair, loosened from its tie. Gradually their breathing became even as they slept entwined together.
The hardest part of walking around in Kagome's time was the shoes, Inuyasha thought.
He was glad when they arrived at the park. He sat down on a bench and removed his sandals.
"You can't stand it a moment longer, can you?" Kagome asked him, grinning.
"I'm used to feeling the ground beneath my feet," he said, wiggling his toes in the soft grass.
"I know, but you can't walk around Tokyo barefoot, sorry," she said coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist.
He sat down on the grass and she knelt behind him, not relinquishing her hold. He reached around and pulled her laughing onto his lap.
"It's almost sunrise," he said, indicating the horizon. His dark hair hung loosely around his shoulders. Kagome ran her fingers through the silky strands as she sat on his knee.
"Yes it won't be long," she replied, "We should be going home."
He nodded. "I suppose that would be best."
They rose and walked hand in hand to the shrine.
They arrived at her house just as the first rays of the sun began to surface over the hills.
Kagome inhaled as the transformation took hold of Inuyasha once again. She'd witnessed it many times, but the magical aspect of it never failed to leave her breathless.
His dark locks shimmered and paled, as his ears slowly became the familiar fur-covered pointed ones atop his head. He had closed his eyes, breathing rapidly and flexing his hands, which were slowly becoming clawed again.
"It doesn't...hurt, does it?" Kagome asked him, suddenly. She'd never thought to ask before.
"No," he murmured tightly. "I feel hot and my skin tingles all over, though."
She took one of his hands squeezing it tightly. When he opened his eyes, they were amber and his breathing had become normal again.
"Welcome back, Inuyasha," she said to him. He grinned, flashing his fangs at her. "Better." He stretched his shoulders and shook himself all over.
"Let's go get something to eat," she said, pulling him towards the door of her house.
"That's the best idea you've had yet, wench," he said, following her into the house.
"You think all my best ideas involve food," she giggled.
"That's true," he said, flicking his ears and sniffing, trying out his restored youkai senses.
"What do you want?" she asked him, looking inside the cupboards and the refrigerator. "Hey, look, bacon!"
He nodded, remembering salty little strips of pork. "I like that."
"I bet my mom bought it just for you," said Kagome, "She remembers how much you like it."
"Your mother likes me that much?" He sounded surprised.
"Of course, silly!" said Kagome, taking out a pan to cook the bacon.
He shrugged his shoulders under the black t-shirt he was wearing.
"That's ....good," he said, hesitantly.
"Well, I think she knows what a good job you do of protecting me, otherwise, she'd never let me keep going back to your time," Kagome explained as the smell of cooking bacon filled the kitchen.
He nodded. "I'd never let anything happen to you," he said, gazing at her with an almost gentle expression.
"We need something to go with the bacon," Kagome said quickly, turning her head and looking in the refrigerator again.
"Don't worry about it," he said, coming up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.
Kagome ducked from under his touch. "It's ready, I don't want it to burn." She turned off the stove and put the strips of meat on a plate.
"Kagome," he said, coming up behind her again.
"What?" she turned around quickly and almost bumped into his chest.
"I just wanted to... thank you," he said, bending down and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"For what," she said, looking up in mild surprise.
"You're the only person who likes me," he said, putting his arms around her in a light embrace. She could feel his heart thudding against her ear.
"Sota likes you too, and so does my mother," said Kagome, smiling against his warm chest. "And I think that Miroku and Sango are your friends too. And Shippou and Kirara and..."
"Okay, okay, I get it," he said but continued to hold her in a light embrace. She could feel his warm breath stirring the top of her hair.
She sighed. "I could stay like this all day," she thought. It was so rare that Inuyasha showed her his more gentle side.
"Inuyasha!" came Sota's delighted voice from the doorway.
Kagome jumped back, startled. "Look who's here, Sota. Inuyasha came to see you after all!" she said with false brightness.
"Cool!" said Sota, flinging himself at the hanyou, who caught the boy in a rough hug with one arm.
"What's up, kid?" said Inuyasha, tickling him gently with one of his claws.
Sota ducked away and laughed. "Nothing, onisan, what's up with you?"
"The usual," said Inuyasha, grinning at him. "Fighting demons, and protecting your dumb old sister."
"Inuyasha!" said Kagome, scowling at him with a spatula in her hand. She raised it threateningly.
"Ah, save me!" said Inuyasha mockingly, pretending to cringe, making Sota laugh even harder.
"Come on, let's eat," said Kagome, joining in the laughter.
Chapter 17
Afterwards
(AN: A little warning. I'm trying to stay within the PG-13 rating but I think you and I know what the last chapter was leading up to. I've debated for two days on how lemony-limey to get. Lets see how good a job I do with telling the story without having to change my rating, okay? )
There was nothing but the gentle sounds of sleep coming from his Sango now. Outside, a spring storm had begun, the soothing sounds of thrumming rain attempted to lull them to sleep.
Miroku stared into the brazier, sleep eluding him in spite of it. He closed his eyes. Remembering...
"What do you want?" whispered Sango, her eyes wide, locked into his.
Her face held a beguiling mixture of need, anticipation and trepidation. He wondered briefly if his own countenance held a similar expression.
"Nothing you do not wish to freely give," he replied, looking down into her hazel eyes. He lightly stroked the side of her neck, then placed a gentle kiss under her ear.
"Then what will happen?" she asked, putting her finger against his lips.
He lifted his head. "What promises do you want from me, Sango?"
"To say you'll stay with me as long as you live. I won't ask for what you cannot give."
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "That I can promise you."
"I wish to make a promise to you also," she said, taking his face firmly between her hands.
"What is it?" he murmured, lowering his eyes.
"I promise to love you forever. Because I can."
She kissed him passionately and taking his hand placed it under her robe, on top of her wildly beating heart.
Reaching down and untying the knot of her yukata, she revealed soft yet firm curves he had only dreamed of for so long.
He gazed upon her for long seconds and then lowered his mouth to claim his gift.....
Miroku closed his eyes. "No turning back now," he whispered to himself. Turning to the still sleeping Sango he pulled her to him, burying his head into her naked shoulder. She stirred briefly then unconsciously melded into his warmth. Erotic images of Sango convulsed and gasping with passion beneath him flooded his mind as he held her against him.
"Houshi-sama?" she muttered sleepily.
"It's all right, go to sleep," he said, stroking her hair.
"You're awake?" she said, turning within his embrace to face him.
"Are you all right?"
He smiled gently, "I should be asking you that question, anata."
She blushed and smiled faintly. "I feel..." she shook her head slightly.
"I don't know the right word. It's too much."
"I know."
"Don't stay up all night thinking, houshi-sama."
He grinned at her usual name for him. "I think you can leave off the title now," he said, leaning over to kiss her earlobe.
"It's a habit," she said, pressing against him languidly and kissing him playfully on the nose. "But one I would be happy to give up."
He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, finally relaxing as she stroked his hair, loosened from its tie. Gradually their breathing became even as they slept entwined together.
The hardest part of walking around in Kagome's time was the shoes, Inuyasha thought.
He was glad when they arrived at the park. He sat down on a bench and removed his sandals.
"You can't stand it a moment longer, can you?" Kagome asked him, grinning.
"I'm used to feeling the ground beneath my feet," he said, wiggling his toes in the soft grass.
"I know, but you can't walk around Tokyo barefoot, sorry," she said coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist.
He sat down on the grass and she knelt behind him, not relinquishing her hold. He reached around and pulled her laughing onto his lap.
"It's almost sunrise," he said, indicating the horizon. His dark hair hung loosely around his shoulders. Kagome ran her fingers through the silky strands as she sat on his knee.
"Yes it won't be long," she replied, "We should be going home."
He nodded. "I suppose that would be best."
They rose and walked hand in hand to the shrine.
They arrived at her house just as the first rays of the sun began to surface over the hills.
Kagome inhaled as the transformation took hold of Inuyasha once again. She'd witnessed it many times, but the magical aspect of it never failed to leave her breathless.
His dark locks shimmered and paled, as his ears slowly became the familiar fur-covered pointed ones atop his head. He had closed his eyes, breathing rapidly and flexing his hands, which were slowly becoming clawed again.
"It doesn't...hurt, does it?" Kagome asked him, suddenly. She'd never thought to ask before.
"No," he murmured tightly. "I feel hot and my skin tingles all over, though."
She took one of his hands squeezing it tightly. When he opened his eyes, they were amber and his breathing had become normal again.
"Welcome back, Inuyasha," she said to him. He grinned, flashing his fangs at her. "Better." He stretched his shoulders and shook himself all over.
"Let's go get something to eat," she said, pulling him towards the door of her house.
"That's the best idea you've had yet, wench," he said, following her into the house.
"You think all my best ideas involve food," she giggled.
"That's true," he said, flicking his ears and sniffing, trying out his restored youkai senses.
"What do you want?" she asked him, looking inside the cupboards and the refrigerator. "Hey, look, bacon!"
He nodded, remembering salty little strips of pork. "I like that."
"I bet my mom bought it just for you," said Kagome, "She remembers how much you like it."
"Your mother likes me that much?" He sounded surprised.
"Of course, silly!" said Kagome, taking out a pan to cook the bacon.
He shrugged his shoulders under the black t-shirt he was wearing.
"That's ....good," he said, hesitantly.
"Well, I think she knows what a good job you do of protecting me, otherwise, she'd never let me keep going back to your time," Kagome explained as the smell of cooking bacon filled the kitchen.
He nodded. "I'd never let anything happen to you," he said, gazing at her with an almost gentle expression.
"We need something to go with the bacon," Kagome said quickly, turning her head and looking in the refrigerator again.
"Don't worry about it," he said, coming up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.
Kagome ducked from under his touch. "It's ready, I don't want it to burn." She turned off the stove and put the strips of meat on a plate.
"Kagome," he said, coming up behind her again.
"What?" she turned around quickly and almost bumped into his chest.
"I just wanted to... thank you," he said, bending down and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"For what," she said, looking up in mild surprise.
"You're the only person who likes me," he said, putting his arms around her in a light embrace. She could feel his heart thudding against her ear.
"Sota likes you too, and so does my mother," said Kagome, smiling against his warm chest. "And I think that Miroku and Sango are your friends too. And Shippou and Kirara and..."
"Okay, okay, I get it," he said but continued to hold her in a light embrace. She could feel his warm breath stirring the top of her hair.
She sighed. "I could stay like this all day," she thought. It was so rare that Inuyasha showed her his more gentle side.
"Inuyasha!" came Sota's delighted voice from the doorway.
Kagome jumped back, startled. "Look who's here, Sota. Inuyasha came to see you after all!" she said with false brightness.
"Cool!" said Sota, flinging himself at the hanyou, who caught the boy in a rough hug with one arm.
"What's up, kid?" said Inuyasha, tickling him gently with one of his claws.
Sota ducked away and laughed. "Nothing, onisan, what's up with you?"
"The usual," said Inuyasha, grinning at him. "Fighting demons, and protecting your dumb old sister."
"Inuyasha!" said Kagome, scowling at him with a spatula in her hand. She raised it threateningly.
"Ah, save me!" said Inuyasha mockingly, pretending to cringe, making Sota laugh even harder.
"Come on, let's eat," said Kagome, joining in the laughter.