Well, I am overly happy. I got two reviews… from the same person.
I still love my DreamBeamz. Always there. However you spell it.
Hope you are enjoying this. Yeah.
Have a great night?
A Sinners Truth
She waits silently for her order, which isn't hard at all, as well as waiting for her two very dear friends. The night had been awkward, with her husband wanting more than just a warm body to snuggle up with.
He had accepted her excuse about the ring as easily as he had accepted it when she said she was not into it at the time because she did not feel well. It is different from her Sesshomaru, her husbands actions feeling more thought out than actually spontaneous. She sighs, leaning against the counter.
"Is there ever a time where you are not on your phone?" Miroku peers to the woman in his passenger seat, his lips drawing out in a thin line. It isn't as if he chooses to be on the phone all the time… it came with being employed under his best friend.
"I am sorry, Sango dearest. I will try and make this a quick one…" He slows down, flicking on his left turn signal before turning into the parking lot of the little café; his cell phone plastered to his ear even as he finds a spot and throws his car in park.
Finally her drink is ready and she tosses the exact amount on the counter, swiping the cup from the counter and turning to find a place to sit. That place happens to be comfortably set beside the café's fireplace, and she finds relief there when she settles down and takes the top off of her cup to inhale the sharpness of her coffee. When she exhales, she feels for just a moment that the world's problems are no longer hers as well.
His cell phone rings its haunting tune and it takes him a while to decide if he wishes to answer it or not. Eventually he does, the slam of a car door echoing in the background. "Taisho speaking." There is a clearing of a throat and then he leans back in his chair, waiting for an answer.
"Mr. Taisho! Good morning, Sir. I am here at the café and I was wondering if you would like me to bring you in something?" Sesshomaru feels his taste buds prickle and he hmm's in the back of his throat. "Just my usual, Miroku." And then he hangs up.
Simple as that.
Just like every morning. If there is one thing Miroku can vouch for, it's knowing how Sesshomaru acts in the mornings. His phone slips into his pocket and he takes his wife's arm as they move into the café.
His wife instantly laughs, pulling away to go to her friend. Miroku can't help but notice how the others' eyes look tired. He motions to the person behind the counter who automatically goes to work, having learned quickly what is always ordered.
His wife's smooth voice draws his attention back to the girls. "Kagome! Good morning! How are you feeling? The boss said you called in sick yesterday. I was left alone with that creepy man!"
Kagome offers a small, tired smile. Sango always has a way of making everything seem brighter in the world. She takes a slow sip of her steaming black coffee, feeling it as it sears down the back of her throat.
"I am feeling much better Sango, thank you. And Miroku! Hello buddy, what's new?"
He offers her his hand, smiling that charming smile. Ever since he married his lovely Sango he would no longer hug another woman. It tempted his wandering hands, and his wife has a mighty swing.
She grasps his left hand with her own and he brings the hand up to brush a kiss along the back side of it. This is when he would first notice that she is not wearing her ring and, it not having registered in his head yet, he speaks playfully.
"Why Kagome my dear! Does the absence of your ring symbolize a new single woman?" It is a joke, but he watches curiously as she begins to blush, pulling her hand away to rub it with her free one.
That was unexpected. She can feel the hot blush upon her cheeks as it travels down her neck to spread out across her chest. She shifts, clearing her throat. "Now Miroku, you should know better! I left it at a jeweler to be cleaned yesterday. It needed it terribly!"
She offers a shaky smile, but a convincing one. At least, it was convincing to her friend Sango who bounces towards the counter to balance three cups in her hands and move back. "Miroku! A little help, please!"
Kagome lets out a breath she was not aware she was holding as Miroku's deep eyes tear away from hers and he takes two of the cups. "So sorry my dear!" Idly Kagome wonders when Miroku had begun drinking his coffee black, for the strong smell from one of his cups is unmistakable.
"Miroku, I did not know you liked your coffee black!"
Miroku groans and rolls his eyes, holding the cup with the coffee away from him with an affronted look. "You are mistaken, Kagome! This horrid stuff does not belong to me. It is for my boss. Personally I do not see how he drinks the wretched stuff!"
He watches as her eyes genuinely smile and she toasts her cup in his direction. "It is the most delicious thing you could possibly ever drink, Miroku! Don't you agree, Sango?"
Even as her eyes turn on a cringing, disgusted looking Sango, she realizes that perhaps she has said something wrong, for Miroku is looking at her as if he has just really –seen- her for the first time.
It makes her quite uneasy, but she tries to ignore it and focus on Sango's words instead. "No way! I nearly got sick when you had me drink some! Nasty stuff." Sango peers at her watch out of habit. She likes being five minutes early instead of just 'on time.'
Despite Miroku's best attempt at fighting the thought, pieces in his mind begin to form into a quite convincing picture. The fact that Kagome had called in sick yesterday, and the fact that she is not wearing her ring. He could remember Sesshomaru describing his lover to him as having raven locks and soft, innocent brown eyes.
He blinks, the woman before him definitely fitting that description, and the kicker is the coffee. Be it coincidence or not, it is almost too perfect and too alike to be anything but the truth. So, convinced that his friend before him is his other friends' lover, he sits down to take it all in.
What a bother!
End. Enjoy?