--Impotent--
Miroku shrugged innocently. "I'm not insinuating anything- I merely remarked to Lady Sango that perhaps the reason for your -ahem- not furthering your relationship with Lady Kagome stemmed not from an unwillingness but rather an inability." His voice dropped to a pitying whisper on the last word, and there was a veneer of sympathy in his large eyes. Needless to say, Inuyasha's jaw dropped.
"What the FUCK??" He spluttered incoherently for a moment or two before lowering his voice. "Are you tellin' me that people think that the reason I haven't done nothin' about Kagome is because I... I... can't???" Inuyasha's face turned bright red, and his eyes couldn't meet Miroku's.
The monk was nodding when Kagome walked back into the campsite, smiling sweetly. "Hello, everybody! I'm sorry I was gone so-" But before she could finish her sentence, Inuyasha's lips crashed down upon hers and silenced her with a breath-stealing kiss.
As the couple rushed away, Miroku reached down to Shippo, who had been curled up nearer the fire. Grinning, the small kitsune slapped the monk's palm triumphantly.