Kagome was not a party person.

She did not stay up late (unless it was for studying), she did not listen to loud music, and she most certainly didn't play drinking games– or drink at all, for that matter.

And yet.

"Spin!" Whooped Miroku, bottle of tequila in hand as he swayed tipsily from side to side, even while sitting criss cross on the floor. Sango giggled loudly from her place in his lap, her cheeks ruddy from alcohol. "Inuyasha, your turn!"

A sigh was heard from one end of the circle.

"What am I spinning for?"

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Cried the circle unanimously– well. Most of it.

Kagome was sitting Indian style on the hardwood floor, smushed between her friends Eri and Yuka. She winced at the noise level, then glanced at Inuyasha. He was the only other person at the party who was completely sober; he caught her eye, a deadpan look on his face, and she shrugged, as if to say 'why not?'. After all, they might as well let them have their fun before their killer hangovers tomorrow morning.

"... Fine."

The rest of the circle cheered, and Inuyasha spun the bottle. It whirled for a bit, slowing down after about ten seconds. When it finally stopped, there was laughter sprinkled all about.

"Oops," Eri giggled, glancing between herself and Kagome. "Which one?"

Kagome had turned completely, unwillingly red, much to her chagrin. "Eri," she said adamantly. "It's closer to Eri."

"Nooooooo," laughed Yuka, hiccuping a bit at the end. "Kagome, it's pointing at you!"

Sango, hearing this, belted out a cheer. "Kagome and Inuyasha! Seven minutes in heaven!"

"Oh, god..." Kagome muttered.

"KAGOME AND INUYASHA!" Echoed the circle, laughing and reaching for the pair. Kagome yelped as she felt a number of hands grasp her, lifting her and carrying her to the designated closet. She heard a curse behind her, and could only guess that Inuyasha was getting the same treatment.

"Guys!" She protested, wiggling around, trying to break free. "Stop! I can walk, at least!"

Then she was dumped, quite unceremoniously, onto the closet floor. She heard a grunt, and felt a spasm of pain as her partner landed hard on her arm.

"Be good," sang Miroku from somewhere behind them.

Then the door was slammed shut.

"Fuck," growled Inuyasha. "I'm gonna kill them when they're sober again."

"Ouch," whimpered Kagome, squeezing her eyes shut as the boy on top of her shifted onto his hands and knees.

He froze when he heard her. "What? Are you okay, Kagome?!" He whispered frantically. "You're hurt?!"

"I'm fine," she laughed weakly. "You just weigh a bit more than when we were kids, is all..."

"Oh, god, what did I land on?!"

"My arm, but I feel better now that you're up."

She felt warm hands run down her arm, and shivered at the sensation.

"Nothing broken," he said in relief. "I'll check it better when we're out of here, okay?"

"I'm really fine now," she smiled to herself. She felt hands grab around her waist– gently– to pull her up, and she realised Inuyasha must have stood.

His arms wrapped around her protectively, and she felt his lips press against her neck. "I'm still gonna check..." He murmured into her skin, sending more shivers down her spine. She could sense his smirk when he felt them.

"You know, you were pretty convincing back there, Kagome..." he almost purred, and she smiled at the change of subject. "If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were actually nervous."

She giggled breathily, leaning into his touch, running her hand up his thigh. "That wasn't fake, actually... Old habits die hard."

"Mm. Hey, do you think we should tell them? About us, I mean."

Kagome turned in his arms, brushing her hands up his chest to place them on his shoulders. She knew instinctively where his lips would be, but she paused less then a millimetre away from them.

"Nah."

Then she kissed him, enjoying the familiar feeling of him being pressed against her in every way.

And if anyone noticed how the seven minutes turned into thirty...

Well, no one said anything.