Disclaimer:
InuYasha: -grumbles as he stalks in the room wearing a pair of Sesshoumaru's pants-
Kai: -stops parading around in InuYasha's pants to stare at him- Wai! Sesshou-nii-chan's being nice to you finally!
InuYasha: -glares- Why the HELL would you think that!
Kai: -blinks innocently- He's letting you wear his pants...
Miroku: -snickers- What exactly were you two doing to get in such a predicament.
Kitsuki: Sadly, not you, Miroku. For all that would make your day.
Miroku: -makes a face- I do not like InuYasha.
Chiidori and Kitsuki: -nodnod- Ah, ah, wakata! We know. -exchange secretive glances-
Kai: -blinks in confusion- Ki-chan no own the show...or Nii-chan...or any of that...but if she goes to Japan, maybe she can take Takahashi home with her!

I think I just like writing these, but...

WARNING! WARNING! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!

...-coughs-...

Chiidori: -remains passed out after the first time she found the manuscript...expanded-
Kai: Mouu, Ki-chan, you'd better hope she doesn't wake up any time soon! This is getting pretty risque!
Kitsuki: -sighs- Ya, I know...I need to hide it somewhere...or just memorize it and burn the paper or something...
Chiidori: Ugh...I had this dream...that Kitsuki wrote this dirty fic...
Kitsuki: Eh! It's not dirty! It's just...just...-blushes-
Chiidori: It wasn't a dream! Kitsukiiiiiiiiiiiii...
Kai: It's not dirty, it's just shoujo-ai! Hooray for the girls that like each other more than society says they should! -waves around flags- Everyone, pray for Kitsuki's survival!

(((Chapter 3)))

What happened next was rather difficult for Sango to comprehend. A sudden flurry of follow-up kisses made her dizzy to the point where she could barely keep her feet beneath her. Her knees were curiously weak and she found to her shock that her entire body was shaking, badly. In a desparate and ultimately useless attempt to keep herself upright, she tightened her grip on the other girl's skirt. As her knees gave way, her hands clenched tighter in an unconscious response, pulling the still present tear apart and creating a rather interesting fashion statement for Kagome at the same time. Sango blushed as she found herself sitting on the rough ground, eye level with the smooth curve of one pale upper leg. It wasn't so much where she had landed that really surprised her as it was the way her heart began to beat even faster because of it, the way she knew that her legs had no hope of supporting her now. It didn't occur to her at the time, as the young miko sank to her level and pressed gentle lips against her own, that such a thing was wrong per se. It felt so right, so natural, she never even though to question it.

She felt herself respond clumsily, trying to focus all her bewildering emotions into each new kiss as if the intimate contact could somehow clarify things. She felt a desparate need to let the other know exactly what she felt toward her. She needed her to know that she'd fallen for her somewhere along the way. She wanted to tell her that it had gotten to the point where she watched her every move, admiring the way her hair swung ever so slightly when she walked, cherishing every second of laughter that escaped the lips she felt now against her own, soft and warm. She wanted to tell her that she went to sleep after her every night not simply to keep watch, but so she wouldn't miss a moment of her awake, that she woke every morning just to hear her voice even when the words formed were unmerciful and rough due to a lack of any comfortable or sufficient sleep. The taijiya could feel the desire to show her love exactly how she loved her building someone in her stomach...unless that was just the effect of Kagome's slender fingers trailing up green fabric to press gently at just the right place...She felt a curious noise somewhere between a whimper and a soft cry of pain escape into the night air and briefly wondered if it had come from her before she was carried off by yet more kisses. Each one was something new, something wonderful and cherised. Fingers pressed more insistently, forcing her to make it a conscious decision to keep quiet. Neither knew quite how long this would have gone on nor how far it would have gotten if they had not heard leaves crackling a short distance off followed by a childish voice calling out, "Kagomeeee! Sangoooo!" and the curious trilling meow that could only be Kirara's.

They froze, both reddening slightly. Kagome made an exasperated noise in the back of her throat before standing and reaching down a hand to the other. Sango took it hesitantly, finding herself somehow unable to look the miko in the eye, but smiling softly to herself just the same.

"N-ne, Kagome-chan..." she began, staring pointedly at her no-longer-shoed feet and twisting her skirt round and round in her hands nervously, "A-about this..."

Kagome reached over to lift the other girl's face up to hers. "Himitsu," she answered quietly to the unspoken question, smiling reassurance as she leaned in for a last short kiss.

ANMesa sorries it took so long, minna --;; You would not believe the shit that's been going on!