Late Night Musings

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Late Night Musings

Chapter One

Since when, Kagome wondered, did she feel nothing when Inuyasha spirited off in the middle of

the night to meet Kikyo?

Actually, she did feel something for him sympathy. Her little crush on him had been painful

but it had passed, like all adolescent crushes were bound to. He, on the other hand, was bondedforever with Kikyo. There would be no severing of ties with them. She understood and had

accepted that a long time ago. She knew Inuyasha still held feelings for her; confused and

muddled feelings, riddled with guilt and shame. Kagome sighed, turned over in her sleeping bag

and came face to face with her current predicament.

Miroku.

He was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, face turned toward her, his ponytail in disarray, astrand of hair covering his left eye. Kagome couldn't resist tucking the strand behind his ear. He

stirred slightly, mumbling something that sounded remarkably like, 'would you bear mychildren.' He was utterly adorable.

Kagome sighed once more, and wondered when did she start developing feelings for Miroku.

When did she start missing the gropes and innuendoes? When did she start resenting Sango

because she still received them on a daily basis? She was insane, she thought, if she missed being

groped by a known womanizer.

What did she see in him anyway? He was gorgeous, that was a given, and charming as hell, but

was also a flirt, who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. But he was also brave and strong, andhad helped her countless of times, she conceded. She sighed again, angry with herself for having

feelings for Miroku. Was she one of those women that only wanted men she couldn't have? Or

men who treated her badly she added, thinking of Inuyasha.

For some reason, Miroku had stopped groping her and even stopped his innuendoes, meaning

that he'd lost interest in her. Kagome never fooled herself into thinking that Miroku had actualfeelings for her, but she knew he at least found her attractive. And in the corner of her heart, she

had been flattered, especially when shunned by Inuyasha's coldness. Is that when she started

developing feelings for him? When he stopped groping her? Kagome groaned, she was pathetic,

utterly pathetic.

Miroku stirred once again, his mouth slightly open, a fact that made Kagome giggle. The strand

of hair had slipped once more, covering his eyes. Like before, she moved the strand back behindhis ear. This time though, she let her hand wonder in the contours of his face; he was sound sleep

after all, he wouldn't mind. Besides, she deserved a little payback after all the times he'd groped

her. She stopped at his lips, tracing them softly with a finger, memorizing the texture. Caught ofguard, she removed her fingers instantly when his tongue slithered out of his mouth to lick her

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Still, Miroku slept, must be a reflex, Kagome thought angrily. Stupid Monk!

She studied him once more, noticing the fullness of his lips; they were close now, with a pout,presumably for the absence of her fingers on his mouth. It was calling her, Kagome rationalized,

as she leaned down for a quick kiss. When she lifted her gaze, she met groggy violet eyes.

"Kagome-Sama, what's wrong?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his hands, attempting

to ward off sleep.

"Umm you were having a nightmare. I was trying to wake you up." Kagome explained in what

she hoped was a sincere tone.

"Oh, thanks." He said, too sleepy to doubt her.

Kagome smiled at him, and turned around to finally try to sleep. Minutes later she felt a familiar

hand on her ass. She was smiling even as she raised her hand to slap him.

Chapter Two

It was calling him, beckoning him, torturing him, tempting him and Miroku didn't think he could

resist any longer. It was Kagome's sweet, perfectly rounded

Ahh! Buddha, give me strength to resist this wondrous temptation!

Miroku turned his back on the blanket-covered derriere that was the cause of all his troubles, atleast to his point of view. His hands actually hurt from the effort of not touching her, and it had

been a while since he had touched her, three months and six days exactly. The month before had

been an exception, product of his sleep befuddled mind, one that he enjoyed thoroughly due tothe lack of usual sting in her slap. Nevertheless, he had finally come to terms with the fact thatKagome would never look at him the way he looked at Inuyasha. So his hands, which had

become addicted to her, would never touch her again.

Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't let his hands wonder on other women, namely Sango. At

first, Miroku had taken an interest on the pretty demon slayer but soon found her too frigid for

his taste. While he did care and worried for her, he had never felt the heady attraction with herthat he felt with Kagome. His roaming hands, too often disconnected from his brain, often found

themselves in very compromising positions on Sango and other women. It wasn't his fault that

his hands had a mind of their own. Besides, he had to slake his needs with others if Kagome was

unwilling. And she was.

He heard Kagome shifting next to him.Just one squeeze only one little harmless squeeze Heerased the thought from his head and tried once more to fall asleep, knowing that Kagome would

be present even in his dreams. The arousing dreams would leave him wanting the real Kagome

with more desperation.


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He was trying to be good; he really was, for his sake as well as hers. The more he had touched

her, the more he wanted from her. So he had willed himself not to touch her at all. It was killing

him, not the Kazaana like so many people thought, not being able to touch her. Overly dramaticperhaps, but Miroku was at the end of his tether.

In a day or two, they would reach a village, where he hopefully would be able to distance himselffrom Kagome. It was his bad luck that hey had been stuck on the road with no company other

than themselves for weeks on end. Kagome wasn't making it easier on him. She started wearing

those damnable little kimonos which she called 'skirts' again. She hadn't worn them for a while,claiming they weren't fit for traipsing around in the Feudal Era. It was torture watching her

saunter around in them, her shapely legs gracefully treading before him. Was it a surprise he had

developed a tendency to walk behind the little group? Not only was she wearing her revealing

clothing, she was also talking to him more, smiling at him, placing her bedding next to his, andeven touching him! Her little scheme to make Inuyasha jealous was painfully obvious and

Miroku was not about to play second fiddle to anyone. He was disappointed of how low she had

sunken to acquire Inuyasha's affection.

He could, Miroku was certain, entice Kagome enough to have her. He also knew that Kagome

would never forgive herself for betraying Inuyasha, she was in love with him to the point ofblindness. Even with his horrid reputation he never took women who didn't fully want him.

Besides he respected Kagome too much to treat her in that manner. He did care for her more

deeply than he wanted to admit.

Having a conscience is a bitch.

He sensed Kagome shifting again and turned to see if she was having some sort of nightmare.

She had a number of them, specially about killer numbers and shapes. She was lying on her side

and was wiggling her behind deliciously for him. His hands were already on their way to hertantalizing bottom when he remembered he wasn't supposed to touch her anymore.

"Oh, yes," she moaned.

Oh, no, Miroku thought, she was not having one ofthose dreams with him right next to her. He

turned again only to bury his face in his blankets and try to block her sighs and heavy breathing.It wasn't enough, though, to prevent her next word from reaching his ears.

"Miroku!"

What?!

He was instantly at her side, watching her moan his name again. Well, that was new. Quickly he

looked around for the others, Sango was asleep peacefully on the other side of their camp,Inuyasha was gone (thankfully), Shippou laid snoring a few feet from her. It would have to do,

he decided.


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With a devilish smirk, he placed his hands on her bottom lovingly. His hands being deprived for

so long from their bounty were eternally grateful. Kagome moaned louder under his

ministrations, making Miroku grin. Removing his hands, and moving her small frame he nibbledon her lips, waiting for her to wake up.

"Kagome," he said when she showed no sign of waking up.

"Hmm."

"Wake up."

"Miroku"

"Yes, Kagome-sama, it's me. You're having a nightmare wake up."

Suddenly, her eyes opened and then widened at the sight of Miroku by her side. She blushed so

furiously that even in the dark Miroku was able to notice her reddening face. He cackled madlyin his mind.

"Thank you, Miroku-sama."

"Consider it a debt repaid. Goodnight." with that he left her and went to his own makeshift bed, asilly grin on his face the whole way there.

She had said his name during an erotic dream; the thought wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe herscheme wasn't meant for Inuyasha. Maybe she wanted him

That thought sent thrills throughout his body, still he would proceed with care, not wanting to getahead of himself. He would leave it up to her He wanted to make sure he wasn't merely a

second choice to her. He felt asleep on the happy memory of Kagome calling out his name.

Unable to sleep and unwilling to continue to stare at Miroku, Kagome got up and went into the

woods. She sat down, her back to the trunk of a tree, her arms around her knees. Well, Kagome

thought, she would just have to get over Miroku. It was obvious that the Monk didn't have theslightest interest in her.

Kagome would never admit it, but she had tried several ways to entice Miroku. She had wornthe little skirts that at one point used to drive him crazy, she set her sleeping bag next to his and

had tried a number of other things. At first, she had definitely seen a glimmer of lust in his eyes.She soon realized, however, that she was imagining things. Not one single grope.

The only good thing was that he had stopped groping Sango, they appeared to have come to and

understanding. She felt bad about feeling jealous of her friend, but couldn't help it, and was onlyglad that she didn't have anything to be jealous of any more.I'm such a good friend, Kagome

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Other women, though, were still very much appreciated by the perverted Monk.

At least with Inuyasha she had known that he cared for her in some level. She had no such luckwith Miroku. Sure, he cared for her as a friend, but nothing more. From bad to worst, Kagome

thought, excellent track record. Maybe, she would just swear off men forever. They were nothing

but trouble anyway.

Stupid, perverted, moronic, irresistible monk!

It was his entire fault, if it wasn't for his sexy smirk, that infectious smile and that charming

laugh, she would still be crushing over Inuyasha. Not that it was simple then, but somehowMiroku's rejection was more painful to her. Her feelings for him seemed deeper and stronger that

they had ever been for Inuyasha. It scared her.

Even if they did for some miraculous reason get together, how would she ever be able to trusthim? And what would happen when she went back to her own time?

"Kagome-Sama," a familiar voice said. Seconds later, Miroku's form appeared, his hair loosearound his shoulders and robes askew.

"What is it, Miroku-sama?"

"What are you doing here? It's late and it could be dangerous."

"I just came to clear my head," Kagome said, willing him away so she could go back to pitying

herself.

"Very well," he said. He sat down next to her, shoulder to shoulder. "I'll accompany you."

"Please, don't," she said tersely.

"Is something wrong?" He wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. He wouldn't, not

unless he was sure she was the one he wanted. Attraction was one thing; he wanted more than

that. Much more.

"No," Kagome nibbled on her bottom lip, drawing his attention to them.

Miroku didn't press her. If Kagome had something to say she would say it. A few minutes

passed, both content to sit against the tree and share their warmth with each other.

"Please leave," she said morosely, she didn't want him there. Not really, she enjoyed his quiet

company too much.

"Is my company that bothersome to you?" he asked, irritated at her mood. She was pinning, he

knew that much, over Inuyasha. He wanted to shake her sometimes, so she could see what thehanyou did to her, made her miserable and weepy.


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"No." If only he knew it was quite the opposite.

"I'm sure this is about Inuyasha. Just give him time Kagome," he said, trying to comfort her.

"It's not about him," she paused. Honesty is the best policy, she thought wryly. "It's about you,"

she said softly.

Instant hope flared in his heart. "About me? How so?"

"I've, um, developed certain feelings for you. I care for you a lot." she said, glad of the

darkness of night as she was blushing furiously.

"Does this mean I am allowed to grope you now?" Miroku teased her. In his mind he was doing

cartwheels. She had developed feelings for him. Feelings!

Kagome furiously stood up. She had just told him something very serious and important and he

had the audacity to make fun of her. Miroku remained seated, looking up at her with a silly grin.

"You you" Kagome couldn't think of words to describe him. The creep.

She turned on her heel but Miroku's hand caught her wrist and tugged her down. She ended up

sprawled on his lap, face level with his chest. "Let me up," she hissed.

"You're so pretty Kagome," he said as he lowered his mouth to hers. At first, Kagome stayed

wide-eyed and immobile as he nibbled on her lips, then realization hit and she responded eagerlyto the kiss. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue; she opened her mouth willingly.

Surprisingly, it was Miroku who broke the kiss. "Kagome, " he said breathlessly as he placedtiny wet kisses along her neck. His hands were firmly placed on her waist, his control was

rapidly slipping and her soft moans only served to tempt him further. Her own hands were

tangling in his robes, bringing him closer to her. He groaned loudly as her breasts pressed hardagainst his chest.

That seemed to drag Kagome out of her daze. She released him and much to Miroku's pleasure,shifted in his lap but did not leave him. He continued to kiss her neck, his mouth going

dangerously low.

"Miroku, stop."

"Why?"

Good question.

He nipped at her ear, his tongue soothing the light sting. He was making it so very hard to think.

His hands were twitching at her waist, wanting to roam her body. He swooped down for anotherkiss, drawing another moan from her.


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"Kagome?"

"What?" she asked absent-mindedly as she peppered his face with kisses.

"You've never answered my question. Am I allowed to grope you now?"

She laughed, "Yes, Miroku," his hands went right to her bottom.

"I've wanted to do that for so long now," he said as he nuzzled her neck.

"Why didn't you," she asked as he silkily rubbed her upper thighs through her pajamas. " I

wanted you to."

"I didn't know. I thought you wanted Inuyasha. You should have told me how you felt."

"You should tell me how you feel. Now."

He chuckled, "I care about you, I want you, wanted you for so long. I've wanted to rip out

Inuyasha's and Kouga's throat out whenever they touched you. It killed me not being able totouch you, kiss you Will that be enough?"

"Yes, that's plenty." she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "And Miroku, if you grope anyone

else, I'll cut off both your hands."

"I assure you that it won't be a problem, love." He settled Kagome onto his lap so she was

straddling him, "Now kiss me again, we have a lot of catching up to do."

Both were smiling as their lips met.

Chapter Four

It was becoming a habit of theirs, meeting up at ungodly hours of the night to share a few hours

together. But it wasn't enough, nowhere near enough, to sate their need for each other. It wasnothing short of torture, their time during the day, when they could not talk, kiss, touch...

Kagome listened carefully to her surroundings, making sure no one had woken since Miroku left

ten minutes before. She sat up gingerly, willing herself not to make a sound. Shippo was snoring

softly, Sango shifted slightly but did not wake. Inuyasha grunted from his perch in a nearby tree,

Kagome froze, terrified that the hanyou had caught her. To her relief, Inuyasha started snoring,obviously still fast asleep. Kagome expelled the breath she had been holding and continued to

make her way into the woods.

Normally she and Miroku would wait until Inuyasha went to Kikyo, not wanting to risk the

possessive wrath of the half-demon. But it had been too long, two weeks exactly, since they had

been alone together. Kagome's desperation was making her reckless, but she didn't care, she only


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cared about having Miroku's very talented lips on her and his traveling hands on whatever part of

her anatomy he cared to place them at.

Actually, much to her surprise, Miroku was almost the perfect gentleman. He'd settle for a quick

grope, and even then his hands didn't stray too far or for too long. Kagome didn't know if she

was glad or disappointed. Still, the fact was that Miroku made her out outrageously happy.

She smiled when she approached a clearing, a blanket spread carefully on the soft grass. She

smiled even more when two strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She leaned back intoMiroku's body, sighing as he nuzzled into her neck.

His hands started rubbing softly against her lower stomach, making Kagome's ability to think an

almost impossible task.

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