171 words. Miroku and Kagome.
Rated T for teen, because Miroku is naughty.
...And we love him for it.
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Kagome was once again feeling a little under the weather. Grumbling, Inuyasha complied to a rest before stalking away to hunt down dinner; Sango heading off to fill a pot with water and Shippou to gather firewood. Left alone with the monk, Kagome tried to ward off any wary feelings.
Bending forward to arrange her sleeping bag, she was surprised to feel no grope. Looking to Miroku she queried, "Are you feeling alright, Houshi-sama?"
A sweet smile accompanied his reply. "Fine, thanks. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Kagome murmured, wondering if she had become so unappealing with illness that even he would not touch her. "It's just that—"
Noting her dismay, Miroku chuckled and reached out with his cursed hand; fingers gently caressing her backside. "All you need do was ask, Kagome-sama."
Brow twitching in irritation, only then did she come to realize the trick that he'd played. Miroku smirked to himself, allowing victorious fingers to linger.
Make them want it, he thought. And they cannot rightfully slap you.