Inu Yasha's various characters don't belong to me
Rated R: for well, it's got Miroku in it, isn't that enough?
Cosmic Entanglements: Teaser
Miroku sighed as he sank gratefully into the arms of a beautiful woman. A stunning, naked woman, in a bed, with silk sheets, and fluffy pillows. Finally, after so much trial and error, after so much bad luck, he had managed to find someone to fulfil those oh so crucial needs that had been nibbling on his mind. And speaking of nibbling.
"You are so beautiful, Kagome." He whispered softly into a small ear, caressing dark hair. Yes, he wouldn't mess this up. Everything would go according to plan. Nothing would be amiss and, damnit, he was going to have glorious fulfilling se-
Why had she stopped?
His eyes widened as pain reached a certain part of his anatomy that he had always been extra cautious with until now. Miroku gulped as he suddenly realized how sharp the lady's nails were. Fire burned with a particularly fierce glow in amber eyes.
"Wha-" Wrench. Miroku yelped in a very amusing manner before he could state his query.
"Who,"
He grabbed her hand as she managed to push him towards the edge of the bed,
"The hell,"
He winced as his head made contact with a particularly tall bedpost.
"Is Ka.go.me?"
Deep blue eyes widened as his now crystal clear mind realized what she was talking about. Then, with that same clarity that usually baled him out of situations like this, he began to understand why she had moved him down to the edge of the bed. The priestess's ceremonial knife had been laid carefully on the large trunk, now, however, it gleamed in the moonlight.
Oh shit.
Rated R: for well, it's got Miroku in it, isn't that enough?
Cosmic Entanglements: Teaser
Miroku sighed as he sank gratefully into the arms of a beautiful woman. A stunning, naked woman, in a bed, with silk sheets, and fluffy pillows. Finally, after so much trial and error, after so much bad luck, he had managed to find someone to fulfil those oh so crucial needs that had been nibbling on his mind. And speaking of nibbling.
"You are so beautiful, Kagome." He whispered softly into a small ear, caressing dark hair. Yes, he wouldn't mess this up. Everything would go according to plan. Nothing would be amiss and, damnit, he was going to have glorious fulfilling se-
Why had she stopped?
His eyes widened as pain reached a certain part of his anatomy that he had always been extra cautious with until now. Miroku gulped as he suddenly realized how sharp the lady's nails were. Fire burned with a particularly fierce glow in amber eyes.
"Wha-" Wrench. Miroku yelped in a very amusing manner before he could state his query.
"Who,"
He grabbed her hand as she managed to push him towards the edge of the bed,
"The hell,"
He winced as his head made contact with a particularly tall bedpost.
"Is Ka.go.me?"
Deep blue eyes widened as his now crystal clear mind realized what she was talking about. Then, with that same clarity that usually baled him out of situations like this, he began to understand why she had moved him down to the edge of the bed. The priestess's ceremonial knife had been laid carefully on the large trunk, now, however, it gleamed in the moonlight.
Oh shit.