The first thing that Kagome noticed, when she finailly came to, was that she was lying on a bed. The second? She wasn't alone.
It all came back in a flash -- being kidnapped, the auction, finially being sold off to some unknown man she hadn't even caught a glimpse of ........ and then fainting, like a little girl.
Kagome frowned, siltently birating herself for reacting in such a weak way. What would Inuyasha say, if he ever found out?
The form lying next to her, slowly shifted, a small moan escaping the man's lips as his arm slowly came to wrap around her. A warm hand slid down her thig, the beads that decorated it rubbing slightly, making her shiver in excitement.
'No! Bad Kagome! You are not supposed to enjoy this!' Kagome silently scolded herself, slowly attempting to wriggle away from the mysterious man, only to have his arm tighten around her, the beads that decorated his palm digging into her skin.
Wincing slightly, Kagome once again shifted, attempting to wriggle her way out of his grasp, and then, hopefully, out of the room. This time, instead os simply moaning, however, the man listed his head from where it has been lying next to hers, barely touching, to stare down at her.
Kagome steadfastly kept her eyes closed, refusing to look up and meet his gaze.
"Kagome, are you cold? I can get the blanket."
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Mirouku had to grin at the way her eyes flew at open at the sound of her name, and glare that crossed her features the minute she realized she wasin no immediate danger. "Mirouku!"
Wincing slightly at her high pitched tone of voice, Mirouku sighed softly, cocking his head to the side. "Not happy to see me, Kagome? I could go and get one of the other men who were bidding last night. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to have you in their bed."
A look of pure horror, with a little bit of disgust, crossed Kagome's features, before she once again attempted to wriggle her way out of his grasp. Not that he planned on letting her go any time soon ........
Grinning, Mirouku slid on top of Kagome, one leg beside each her thighs, grinning cockily down at her. Leaning down so that his hands were beside her head, one to the left and one to the right, Mirouku leaned in close to her face, still grinning. Kagome was staring up at him with a surprised, scared look, eyes wide and round as she watched his every movement.
Brining his lips until they were practically touching hers, Mirouku let the smile fade from his lips, letting all his masks fall so that she could see theemotions splayed across his face. The pain he lived with every day, the fear. The affection he felt for her, and the knoledge that his feelings would never be reciprocated.
And then he got up.
Kagome lay there, for long moments after he had left the bed, eyes still as wide as when he had been so close, as when his face had been so open and easy to read. She could hear the rustling of clothes in the background, but didn't really pay any heed to it. Mirouku had looked so ........ lonely. One minute, the Mirouku she had always known had been there, and a second later, it was like another man had stood before her, clothed in Mirouku's appearance. The way he had stared at her ........
"Are you planning on getting dressed any time soon, Kagome? As much as i like staring as your body like this ........ we shouldn't tempt the men outside any more than you already have." Kagome blushed hostly, sitting up quickly and moving her hands in a vain attempt to cover herself, but to no avail.
Grinning, Mirouku bent down, picking up a bundle of clothes from the floor. "This is all I have, for now. Once we get down the road a ways, I can pick up something more suitable for you. I'm sure my mother has something lying around the house that she'd be willing to part with." Mirouku was smiling genuinly by the time he finished speaking, holding out his robe for her to take. He was dressed in simple workman's clothing, devoid of any kind of mark or apparel that would signify him as a monk.
Glaring heatedly at a certain perverted monk, Kagome made a grab for the clothes, only to have them moved slightly out of her reach. Grinning, Mirouku continued to hold the garment just out of her rech, as Kagome onctinued to crawl across the bed, dressed only in her undergarments.
"Mirouku! Give me the damned clothes!" Kagome growled, shocking herself with her foul language. And, it seemed, she had shocked Mirouku, as well -- enough for him to stand still just long enough for her to grab the clothes.
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and i think i'll leave it at that ........ for now. writer's block :D reviews are most definately appreciated ........ please review! it sustains me. ttyl :D
It all came back in a flash -- being kidnapped, the auction, finially being sold off to some unknown man she hadn't even caught a glimpse of ........ and then fainting, like a little girl.
Kagome frowned, siltently birating herself for reacting in such a weak way. What would Inuyasha say, if he ever found out?
The form lying next to her, slowly shifted, a small moan escaping the man's lips as his arm slowly came to wrap around her. A warm hand slid down her thig, the beads that decorated it rubbing slightly, making her shiver in excitement.
'No! Bad Kagome! You are not supposed to enjoy this!' Kagome silently scolded herself, slowly attempting to wriggle away from the mysterious man, only to have his arm tighten around her, the beads that decorated his palm digging into her skin.
Wincing slightly, Kagome once again shifted, attempting to wriggle her way out of his grasp, and then, hopefully, out of the room. This time, instead os simply moaning, however, the man listed his head from where it has been lying next to hers, barely touching, to stare down at her.
Kagome steadfastly kept her eyes closed, refusing to look up and meet his gaze.
"Kagome, are you cold? I can get the blanket."
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Mirouku had to grin at the way her eyes flew at open at the sound of her name, and glare that crossed her features the minute she realized she wasin no immediate danger. "Mirouku!"
Wincing slightly at her high pitched tone of voice, Mirouku sighed softly, cocking his head to the side. "Not happy to see me, Kagome? I could go and get one of the other men who were bidding last night. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to have you in their bed."
A look of pure horror, with a little bit of disgust, crossed Kagome's features, before she once again attempted to wriggle her way out of his grasp. Not that he planned on letting her go any time soon ........
Grinning, Mirouku slid on top of Kagome, one leg beside each her thighs, grinning cockily down at her. Leaning down so that his hands were beside her head, one to the left and one to the right, Mirouku leaned in close to her face, still grinning. Kagome was staring up at him with a surprised, scared look, eyes wide and round as she watched his every movement.
Brining his lips until they were practically touching hers, Mirouku let the smile fade from his lips, letting all his masks fall so that she could see theemotions splayed across his face. The pain he lived with every day, the fear. The affection he felt for her, and the knoledge that his feelings would never be reciprocated.
And then he got up.
Kagome lay there, for long moments after he had left the bed, eyes still as wide as when he had been so close, as when his face had been so open and easy to read. She could hear the rustling of clothes in the background, but didn't really pay any heed to it. Mirouku had looked so ........ lonely. One minute, the Mirouku she had always known had been there, and a second later, it was like another man had stood before her, clothed in Mirouku's appearance. The way he had stared at her ........
"Are you planning on getting dressed any time soon, Kagome? As much as i like staring as your body like this ........ we shouldn't tempt the men outside any more than you already have." Kagome blushed hostly, sitting up quickly and moving her hands in a vain attempt to cover herself, but to no avail.
Grinning, Mirouku bent down, picking up a bundle of clothes from the floor. "This is all I have, for now. Once we get down the road a ways, I can pick up something more suitable for you. I'm sure my mother has something lying around the house that she'd be willing to part with." Mirouku was smiling genuinly by the time he finished speaking, holding out his robe for her to take. He was dressed in simple workman's clothing, devoid of any kind of mark or apparel that would signify him as a monk.
Glaring heatedly at a certain perverted monk, Kagome made a grab for the clothes, only to have them moved slightly out of her reach. Grinning, Mirouku continued to hold the garment just out of her rech, as Kagome onctinued to crawl across the bed, dressed only in her undergarments.
"Mirouku! Give me the damned clothes!" Kagome growled, shocking herself with her foul language. And, it seemed, she had shocked Mirouku, as well -- enough for him to stand still just long enough for her to grab the clothes.
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and i think i'll leave it at that ........ for now. writer's block :D reviews are most definately appreciated ........ please review! it sustains me. ttyl :D