A/N: I know, I didn't do much writing lately. Or rather much posting. But I was working on my anniversary in the fandom fic and it's now waiting for a beta to read it (If you want to check it out send me a pm)
Also - crack warning

Brush

She was a very outspoken, brave girl, a young woman who had her goals in life named and was willing to do anything to achieve them. She was a strong person, everyone who knew her knew she was an optimist and a realist. She knew that with her skills and intelligence she could do anything, with her friends she could defeat anyone who was stupid enough to bar their way towards their destiny.

But there were dreams she rarely dared to dream, wishes she only hoped to make true one day. She lacked confidence and was afraid she wasn't feminine enough. She had a small desire only a certain man could fulfill, but she didn't dare to say anything.

She looked up from her spot by the camp fire, longing in her eyes as they rested on the hair of the man sitting nearby. She glanced around and saw that Shippou was busy playing with Kirara. The other man in the group was sitting under a tree with his eyes closed, she supposed he was either meditating or napping. Her sister in heart looked up from her work and smiled at her before pointing to the first man, who sat with his back turned towards then. Then she reached into her bag and threw at her a small object, practically telling her to go and do what she desired to do.

Miroku froze in place, his hand with a brush hovering over a half-finished sutra, when he felt a hand stroking his hair.

"Huh?" he felt a small tug and his hair was free of the string gathering it in a ponytail.

"Oh, your tie got loose," he heard Sango's voice from behind him. "Here, let me redo your ponytail."

Before the stunned monk could say anything he felt a comb running down his hair. He sighed and relaxed in the caress of strong yet gentle hands.

'Your hair is so nice, I always wanted to comb it,' the blushing, but happy exterminator thought.

'I always enjoy when you show me you care, my dear love," Miroku smiled, simply glad that the usually shy girl got so bold of out a sudden.