Miroku x Kagome
"Hello, Higurashi-san."
Glancing up from her fallen books, the Higurashi girl smiled at her fellow student. He bent down to help her, picking up the books that were just out of her reach, and she gave a small sigh of relief. "Thank you, Miroku-senpai."
The violet-eyed boy smiled back at her, saying, "You really should watch where you're going next time, Higurashi-san. We wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." He gave one book a light wave for good measure. "Some of these books might cause you some serious injury if you landed on them."
Higurashi Kagome blushed in response, nodding in agreement. It really was not her fault, though. If he was not so eager to flash that devilish smirk in the direction of every pretty girl, she might have noticed the mop bucket that she had accidentally tripped over.
That very smirk crept onto his face, as Miroku asked, "Are you okay, Higurashi-san?"
Oh, God. Kagome glanced away almost instantly, knowing that her face was turning into a very ripe tomato underneath his inspection. It was ridiculous how completely aware of him she always was, and he knew it, too, the jerk! So, in an attempt to spite him, she muttered, "No, I'm perfectly alright, Miroku-senpai."
"Heh," the older boy laughed slightly.
Brushing her skirt subconsciously as she stood, Kagome shifted her books into a more comfortable position. Her gaze expertly averted, she was not surprised to feel the weight of her other books once the older boy handed them back over. Giving a small peek toward his shoes, she bowed her head, saying, "Thank you, again, Miroku-senpai, and I'm sorry for taking up your time."
Miroku stepped toward her quite suddenly, leaning down into her ear. His lip barely brushed along the shell of her appendage, as he whispered, "The pleasure was mine, Higurashi-san."
Back peddling, her face a brilliant red hue, she bowed her head out of sheer embarrassment. "I have to get to class!" Her shoes squeaked with how fast she turned on her heel, ready to flee from the boy that caused her heart to flutter erratically inside her chest.
But strong, sure fingers pulled at her waist.
Her books tumbling to the ground once more, Kagome gasped, "Miroku-senpai!"
He pressed her front into the nearest locker, leaning back into her ear to give her a small puff of displeasure. "You did not really think I was going to let you run away so quickly, did you," Miroku paused for a moment to kiss her on the neck, "Kagome?"
The hallway became eerily quiet, before the bell signaled the beginning of class.
Miroku's firm grip kneading at the back of her thighs underneath her skirt, the Higurashi girl squeaked, knowing that he had purposely distracted her from the fact that the hallway had become deserted. The lack of students seemed to spur him forward, and she was not surprised when he pressed his crotch into the curve of her ass.
She even encouraged it by pressing back against him, whispering, "You're a pervert, Miroku-senpai."
"Forgive me." He did not sound very apologetic, the smug bastard. "I almost forgot to ask you if you would do me the honor of bearing me my child."
There was something hard and hot nestled against her thigh, and Kagome felt her breath leave her with the implication. When had he—? His thing—and—? He could not possibly think that she would do something like t-that in the middle of the hallway just outside of the class she was missing, could he?
"Ka-go-me."
Her name flowed like water from his sinful lips, tempting her, and Higurashi Kagome could only wonder why in the world she had agreed to date the pervert in the first place.
Note: Sorry if you were unable to review the previous chapter. I removed the original chapter three when the site started going crazy over "mature content" last May. You can still find it on my Archive account, however.
-Kiba