Writers Block
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
"You are what?!" Kagome cried out in a panic. She sat upright suddenly, startling Miroku. His heart skipped a beat in fright. He clutched his chest and tried to calm his racing heart. Damn this woman is going to be the death of me. His minx's violent reaction was not at all what he had expected. The change from a calming atmosphere to that of fear, though he would not admit it, scared the man.
Kagome however found herself lost in a world of anxiety. She clutched her curly black hair, pulling at the strands. Her deep blue eyes glazed out helplessly in the dark. His statement seemed innocent enough, but to her it sounded… life changing. She bit her lip as her body shivered involuntary at the cold air brushing against her bare back. "I said you have become my new inspiration for writing." Miroku chuckled from behind her. He had finally calmed down and decided to lean back on his elbows, watching his twilight lover pull at her beautiful locks in the dark.
"At writing what?" She asked, hardly able to keep it from shaking. Miroku sat up and placed his hands on her shoulders. He kissed her left shoulder in attempt to qualm her anxieties; of what those anxieties were of he had no idea. His fingers rubbed soothing circles on her skin as he ran his nose along the column of her throat.
"I have you know, I am a well-known erotic writer." He announced proudly as he ran his hand down her back; massaging the tense muscles there. Slowly she relaxed under his touch. Miroku smiled against her cheek. She sighed and shook her head. "Maybe just to lonely housewives and single woman over the age of eighteen but famous none the less!" He exclaimed. Kagome couldn't help but giggle at his statement.
"Recently I have lost my muse," he admitted with a sigh, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin. "Then you come around and the urge to write has returned." Kagome smiled and placed her hand against his knee. Her worries dwindled as he continued his ministrations. His deep voice dripped over her like honey. The moment she calmed down the sensation of his hands and lips on her set her body alight. It amazed her how he quickly he could change his touch from soothing to suggestive in a moments time.
"Poor you! It seems you have been infected with writers block and only I can cure it." She turned her head to meet surprised dark eyes.
"Wait… are you a-"
"I am a journalist." She laughed at his confused expression. He looked so young and lost; his eyes wide and lips parted in question. "I don't write anything… vulgar." Or anything interesting at that matter, she mused.
"My, well maybe we can have our own game? Bringing the other a new piece of their work ever week?" Miroku asked. His violet eyes gleamed with excitement. The petite woman shook her head. "Sorry, Miroku." She denied gently. He pouted and pressed his nose against hers. Kagome's eyes fell closed; one because she didn't want to strain her eyes to look at him in the dark, two because she anticipated him to move even closer…
"Please, Sweet?" He breathed. Kagome stubbornly shook her head in negate. She pressed her lips in a thin line to keep from smiling. He moved closer to where his lips were whispering against hers. "Please?"
Kagome smiled, "I will think about it." She whispered back. Miroku seemed to be pleased with her answer for he caught the beauties bottom lip between his.