--Confession, Part II--
Miroku walked along the hall of the inn, deep in thought. That particular thought Kagome had shared with him disturbed him more than he would have liked to admit. True, the idea of her doing something like that was rather... tantalizing... but the mind of a teen-aged girl was admittedly a frightening place. Gods... and they call ME the hentai... Shaking his head, the monk continued to walk, the rings on his suikan jingling cheerfully.
As he approached the room that Kagome had been given for the night, he reached out with his staff and rapped the thin door gently with the tip. Hearing no response, he pushed the door open, only to stare at the scene in front of him in shock.
...Hot hands flushed skin sliver and black hair mixing roaming mouths whispered names...
Breathing heavily, he all but fell backwards, yanking the door shut behind him. The couple inside noticed nothing as he sank to the floor outside their room, trying to compose himself.
Well... At least now I know she wasn't bluffing...