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Late Night Musings

Chapter Two

It was calling him, beckoning him, torturing him, tempting him and Miroku didn't think he could resist any longer. It was Kagome's sweet, perfectly rounded…

Ahh! Buddha, give me strength to resist this wondrous temptation!

Miroku turned his back on the blanket-covered derriere that was the cause of all his troubles, at least to his point of view. His hands actually hurt from the effort of not touching her, and it had been a while since he had touched her, three months and six days exactly. The month before had been an exception, product of his sleep befuddled mind, one that he enjoyed thoroughly due to the lack of usual sting in her slap. Nevertheless, he had finally come to terms with the fact that Kagome would never look at him the way he looked at Inuyasha. So his hands, which had become addicted to her, would never touch her again.

Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't let his hands wonder on other women, namely Sango. At first, Miroku had taken an interest on the pretty demon slayer but soon found her too frigid for his taste. While he did care and worried for her, he had never felt the heady attraction with her that he felt with Kagome. His roaming hands, too often disconnected from his brain, often found themselves in very compromising positions on Sango and other women. It wasn't his fault that his hands had a mind of their own. Besides, he had to slake his needs with others if Kagome was unwilling. And she was.

He heard Kagome shifting next to him. Just one squeeze… only one little harmless squeeze… He erased the thought from his head and tried once more to fall asleep, knowing that Kagome would be present even in his dreams. The arousing dreams would leave him wanting the real Kagome with more desperation.

He was trying to be good; he really was, for his sake as well as hers. The more he had touched her, the more he wanted from her. So he had willed himself not to touch her at all. It was killing him, not the Kazaana like so many people thought, not being able to touch her. Overly dramatic perhaps, but Miroku was at the end of his tether.

In a day or two, they would reach a village, where he hopefully would be able to distance himself from Kagome. It was his bad luck that hey had been stuck on the road with no company other than themselves for weeks on end. Kagome wasn't making it easier on him. She started wearing those damnable little kimonos which she called 'skirts' again. She hadn't worn them for a while, claiming they weren't fit for traipsing around in the Feudal Era. It was torture watching her saunter around in them, her shapely legs gracefully treading before him. Was it a surprise he had developed a tendency to walk behind the little group? Not only was she wearing her revealing clothing, she was also talking to him more, smiling at him, placing her bedding next to his, and even touching him! Her little scheme to make Inuyasha jealous was painfully obvious and Miroku was not about to play second fiddle to anyone. He was disappointed of how low she had sunken to acquire Inuyasha's affection.

He could, Miroku was certain, entice Kagome enough to have her. He also knew that Kagome would never forgive herself for betraying Inuyasha, she was in love with him to the point of blindness. Even with his horrid reputation he never took women who didn't fully want him. Besides he respected Kagome too much to treat her in that manner. He did care for her… more deeply than he wanted to admit.

Having a conscience is a bitch.

He sensed Kagome shifting again and turned to see if she was having some sort of nightmare. She had a number of them, specially about killer numbers and shapes. She was lying on her side and was wiggling her behind deliciously for him. His hands were already on their way to her tantalizing bottom when he remembered he wasn't supposed to touch her anymore.

"Oh, yes," she moaned.

Oh, no, Miroku thought, she was not having one of those dreams with him right next to her. He turned again only to bury his face in his blankets and try to block her sighs and heavy breathing. It wasn't enough, though, to prevent her next word from reaching his ears.

"Miroku!"

What?!

He was instantly at her side, watching her moan his name again. Well, that was new. Quickly he looked around for the others, Sango was asleep peacefully on the other side of their camp, Inuyasha was gone (thankfully), Shippou laid snoring a few feet from her. It would have to do, he decided.

With a devilish smirk, he placed his hands on her bottom lovingly. His hands being deprived for so long from their bounty were eternally grateful. Kagome moaned louder under his ministrations, making Miroku grin. Removing his hands, and moving her small frame he nibbled on her lips, waiting for her to wake up.

"Kagome," he said when she showed no sign of waking up.

"Hmm."

"Wake up."

"Miroku…"

"Yes, Kagome-sama, it's me. You're having a nightmare wake up."

Suddenly, her eyes opened and then widened at the sight of Miroku by her side. She blushed so furiously that even in the dark Miroku was able to notice her reddening face. He cackled madly in his mind.

"Thank you, Miroku-sama."

"Consider it a debt repaid. Goodnight." with that he left her and went to his own makeshift bed, a silly grin on his face the whole way there.

She had said his name during an erotic dream; the thought wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe her scheme wasn't meant for Inuyasha. Maybe she wanted him…

That thought sent thrills throughout his body, still he would proceed with care, not wanting to get ahead of himself. He would leave it up to her… He wanted to make sure he wasn't merely a second choice to her. He felt asleep on the happy memory of Kagome calling out his name.


I hope you guys liked. Two more chapters tops and it's done!

The smut is coming! The smut is coming!