A/N: At first, as an idea, it kinda didn't fit in the Barks. Then, when I wrote it, it definitely didn't fit in the Barks.

Pairing: InuKag
Beta: Cstorm86 - totally go check out her stories, they're amazing

Excuses

Shippou pouted when Kagome shook her head.

"I am sorry, Shippou, I didn't bring you the crayons. I left them on my desk when I was packing this morning," she explained and looked to the side, where Inuyasha sat on the edge of the raised floor of the hut. The hanyou raised a brow and didn't say anything when the miko added. "I was pressed against a wall and a hard place."

"Okay, but you better bring them next time," the kitsune sighed and went to play outside.

"Sure!" the girl assured him. 'Next time,' she thought as she glanced back to where Inuyasha sat. 'I will be already packed.'

She shivered and felt a familiar hot sensation in her belly as she remembered Inuyasha coming to her room this morning, just to find her bent over the half-packed bag sitting on the floor, still in her pjs. He had made a quick work of yanking her shorts off her legs and hauling her still sleepy body against the nearest wall. In short time he had her nice and awakened, gasping for air and pulling her shirt up to let him do wicked things to her bosom with that youkai tongue of his.

He had wrapped her legs around his waist while sucking at her nipple, her own hands scratching his back and pushing his head closer to her. Kagome had moaned his name and had thrown her head back when she had felt him grabbing her ass and rubbing his hard as a bone member against her core. He had kissed her, swallowing her cry when he had pushed that thick member deep inside her waiting channel.

Yes, Kagome decided as she pulled at the hem of her skirt, hoping it hid the slight bruising of her ass cheeks from the grip he'd had on her. Next time she was going to be packed. And not wearing any shorts.

'Hmm, actually,' a thought came to her. 'What about sleeping naked...?'

"Kagome said that Inuyasha will be bedridden for the next two days," Shippou told Sango. "What does it mean?"

"Oh," the exterminator looked to where the well sat in the center of the meadow. The part of the gang that couldn't pass through it, was sitting in the grass, enjoying a few days reprieve from their travels. They had earned it, their last battle had been a hard one. "It means that the injury to his calf is really bad and he will be staying in bed until it heals, which it will be two days."

'Okay..." the boy nodded and went to play with Kirara, while Sango resumed sewing the sleeve of her uniform.

Miroku, sitting a safe distance away from the woman and pretended to be meditating, smirked inwardly.

He had an inkling that it wouldn't be the wound that would keep Inuyasha pinned to a certain bed. He had seen that wound and it had been but a scratch. And he had heard Kagome whisper to Inyasha about 'free house weekend' before Inuyasha had stopped arguing with her.

In his mind, the monk could clearly imagine Kagome's room - which they had seen in one of the 'photos' she'd shown them - with the strange, but comfortable looking bed. Inuyasha's fire rat robe was on the floor, so was Kagome's strange clothing.

And Inuyasha was on the bed, laying on his back, nude except the bandage on his calf. An equally naked Kagome straddled his hips, her hair flying around her as she bounced on the hanyou. His claws dug in the pale skin of her waist where he held her, guiding her up and down on his thick length, their bodies sweaty as they thrust against each other, She braced herself on his chest, her breasts swaying with each sensual motion of their bodies. Inuyasha thrusted upwards each time he slammed Kagome down onto his length, causing the miko to cry out in lustful delight. The man under her was blessed not only with the most lovely view and the divine sound of his name moaned by his beloved, but also had his sword sheathed by the most wondrous, tight and hot sheath of a woman's core.

"I wish I was bedridden," the monk murmured to himself as he gathered himself from the ground and made his way in the forest, to indulge in a fantasy where it would be him who would be pinned under a demanding partner, that currently wasn't even aware of his desire.. Miroku was a lecherous monk, but he wasn't suicidal, telling Sango about his vivid imagination and her place in his fantasies wasn't exactly wise.

No, it was lethal.

But, whatever were the thoughts that made the monk leave the meadow and seek out a secluded place in the woods, his assumptions weren't far off.

Inuyasha and Kagome came back exactly when the weekend ended and her family came back home. His calf was healed nicely and the pair was relaxed and smug.

.

"Wow, Kagome, I didn't know you can do that!" Eri praised. Kagome grinned as she did a perfect split, looking in no way bothered with her legs straightened in a way that should be rather uncomfortable.

"Higurashi, it's a great feat," the PE teacher praised as she went by. "It's an A for you. Look, girls, even sick and often absent, Higurashi is doing wonderful progress."

"What's your secret?" Yuka asked when the teacher went to see to another group of training students. Kagome picked herself from the ground and blushed, obviously from the praises.

"I train a lot, you know," she explained, looking to the ground.

"Oh! In your condition, is it not affecting your health?"

"Actually, I feel really good..." the miko tried, but her amazed friends were still concerned that she was overtraining her frail body.

"Do you discuss your exercises with your doctor?" Ayumi asked. "Do you have a trainer?"

That was a good excuse. "Yeah, I have a personal trainer," she said. It was almost true.

She didn't tell her that her trainer was an insatiable hanyou, who made sure her body was fit and stretched. And she didn't tell them that the training sessions consisted of him spreading her thighs as wide as it was comfortable for her and pounding into her spasming body until he spilled his seed inside her. She didn't tell them that he would hook her legs over his broad shoulders and lean forward to kiss her or lick her breasts while his hips pumped against her swollen folds, pressing inside her that inhuman cock of his until she came and milked him dry.

They didn't have to know all her secrets.