--Spinning--
"All right!" Kagome tossed the playing cards over her shoulder and grabbed an empty bottle, setting it down amidst the crowds of children she was entertaining for the afternoon. They had already run through her repertoire of card games and simple "tag"-style amusements, and she was grasping at straws. Sango and Miroku were with her, enjoying the sight of little Shippo with his friends.
Calling all the kids into a circle, she placed the bottle on the ground and waved the monk and slayer over, winking stealthily at Sango. After hastily explaining to the children just how to play, Kagome pointed to Miroku. "Your turn!" Before he could protest, his prayer beads were clinking against the cool glass, and he spun. Sango waited, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Gently, smoothly, the bottle spun to a stop, its long neck pointing towards... towards...
The little pigtailed seven-year-old blushed bright red when the handsome monk leaned over to kiss her cheek, while Kagome and Sango helplessly smothered giggles behind him.