She was delicate in his arms, and he liked the fact that he could steal her breath and her thoughts with just a kiss. But he knew not to underestimate this human female; she could hold her own. Still, this was bad, and he was still angry, and the next few days were going to test his resolve. His mother forbade him from killing anyone if it was necessary, and that included her, but he knew he couldn't kill her, wouldn't. In fact, it was his mission now to protect her.
A knock came to the door, and he broke the kiss, and her hand came up to touch her lips. He wanted to smirk; perhaps kissing would turn out to be fun.
"Enter,"
Miroku slid open the door and bowed. "I just wanted-" He stopped mid-sentence. "Wow, Kagome,"
Kagome blushed, and then Sango entered and pinched Miroku's ear. "She married," She told him. "And to him, you really wanna go there?"
Miroku cleared his throat. "We just came to see if there is something you wish for us to do?"
He would allow them to stay; in a sea of demons, she would need them. "Tell me, Monk, do you know of this ritual?"
"Im afraid I do not know much?"
"Why would Miroku know anything about it?" Kagome asked. Sesshomaru looked down at her. "He is perverted enough,"
Kagomes jaw dropped
"Well, now I want to know," Miroku smiled. Sango yanked on his ear. "No, you dont, and dont get him started; he doesn't need help," Sango snapped, a small blush on her face.
Then it dawned on Sesshomaru; the slayer would know it was her life's work to know everything about demons. She may prove useful, yet the same could not be said of the monk.
"Tell me, slayer, are we convincing?"
Sango looked at them, his arm around her friend's waist. It was odd, and yet Kagome seemed to fit against his body. she was pretty small, blushing at his closeness. His cold glances were, dare she say, hot. He stood out against her; she stood out against him. It would not take much for either of them to make her blush at seeing them together, but she knew the ones who were coming would not be so easily fooled.
"Oh," She finally spoke,
"You two do fit quite well against each other," Miroku spoke up,
Kagome could not look them in the eyes. Sango bit her lip.
"Speak slayer," Sesshomaru told her; if they were here to help, then they needed to help. "My mother's aid is limited,"
Sango sighed. "You could fool us,"
"But not them?"
"A simple embrace won't do," She stated. "It is a start," Especially because he was not known for touching people. But Sango wasn't good at this stuff either, or more of, she was too shy.
"I think I understand now," Miroku put a finger to his lips. He would get Sango to explain more, she had a little already. Miroku walked closer but not to close "Have you considered asking her to bare your child yet?"
Sango groaned "Not helping!"
"The Miko is still getting used to kissing," Sesshomaru admitted,
"Oh, so you have been practicing?" Miroku asked,
If you could call a handful of kisses, that.
"Well?"
"Well, what!" Kagome snapped at Miroku,
"Let's see it,"
"What, no way!" Besides, Sesshomaru said, behind closed doors, not in open public. She was like glad he didn't like open displays, but it also made her nervous to be alone with the guy.
"Kagome, if you can't even kiss him in public, you are not going to make it through this," Sango pointed out,
"He is the one who said behind closed doors."
"When it is between you and me," He stated,
"And what do you call kissing now?" She asked, confused and did he have to say at like that?
"Between you and I and everyone else, behind doors is for your curiosity; in the open, it is for saving face, as you call it,"
She blushed at Miroku's goofy smile. "Stop that, Miroku. I have zero curiosity!" Of course, that wasn't true, and she knew Sesshomaru knew it.
"It's ok, he is your husband, after all," Miroku leaned on his staff.
She wished she could sit him,
Sesshomaru had enough; they were wasting time, so he grabbed her face and kissed her again. But she was still, frozen, not like before. Kagome eyed her friends, highly embarrassed.
"Don't pay attention to us; pay attention to him," Miroku said, walking closer. "Don't mind me," he said as he grabbed Kagames' hand and placed it on the arm wrapped around her waist, then stood back.
"Kagome, touch his face," Sango called out.
Sesshomaru hand moved and pulled her jaw down, opening her mouth more to him, and he growled low. She closed her eyes, and slowly, his tongue moved to taste her again. His free hand grabbed hers, and slowly, he brought it up to his face, where he put her open palm to his cheek.
Kagome forgot all about her friends. His mouth was soft and slow; his grip was strong and warm; his face under her hand seemed vulnerable, open, close. His hand still wrapped around his wrist, he to forgot about her friends. Gods, he could break her tiny bone, but she could burn his whole face.
He felt something stir, his cock twitched, and he pulled his mouth away in shock. "Kagome," Their eyes stayed locked, her hand still on his face; he slowly pulled her hand away.
Miroku cleared his throat. "Um, yeah, that could work," He then grabbed Sango's hand and rushed out of the room, leaving the two so-called mated pair staring at one another.