Title: In Hindsight

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: PG

Word count: 300

In Hindsight

It had started with winning smile and an innocent flirt.

"Will you bare my child?"

Somehow he failed to notice she was youkai. Although, in hindsight, that she took him up on the offer should've been an indication.

Still, she was beautiful, so damn beautiful.

No, she wasn't, his mind insisted. Reminding him that beneath that moon pale flesh and shimmering opaline hair was a giant dog with dark glowing eyes.

No, she wasn't a woman at all, but rather a terrible and powerful daiyoukai-with long, graceful legs that flared into soft, sensual hips. Which tapered into a sleek muscled waist that curved into tender, luscious, wondrous…

Miroku laughed nervously as the daiyoukai woman glided forward. Perhaps it was time to stop thinking. Yes, that was quite a good idea.

"Monk," she said sharply, claws trailing down his robe. Shredding the violet fabric in their wake. "How long do you plan to keep me waiting?"

"Ah, hime-sama," Miroku began. A nervous smile spread across his features as he waved apologetically. "It's against my religion."

He was about to congratulate himself on his rather clever save when she chuckled lowly.

"Foolish, Monk," she admonished, fisting her hands into the tatters of his robe. "I care nothing for the barbarisms of human religion."

Then without further word, she shoved him back on the futon and crawled up over him to straddle his waist.

Miroku looked nervously at the door. Any moment Inuyasha would burst in and save him from this youkai with perfect breasts--er, bloodthirsty tendencies. Yes. For now, he needed stall. Yes, stall.

"Hime-sama," he began, shivering as she pressed moist kisses to his jaw. "Why exactly do you look like Sesshoumaru?"

She lifted an elegant brow, before smacking his chest playfully. "Silly, human," she purred, licking his ear. "Sesshoumaru looks like me."