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Warning: Sprite alert!
Sprite alert! Note the upped
rating!
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Quickening: It SNOWED again! *Throws open her back door and dives headfirst
into the huge pile* Woohoo! Snow-diving!
Desiree: Er…you DO realize that you’re not wearing a coat, right? Not to mention shoes…
Quickening: COLD!
Cold cold cold cold cold cold… *Continues to plow her way through the snow*
Desiree: …How much caffine
did you consume at work last night?
Quickening: Not nearly enough. Cannon baaaallll!
Desiree: -_-;
Deedlit: ‘Cause she owns our
souls?
Desiree: …Uh-huh. And?
Deedlit: *Holds up a bag overflowing with candy* ‘Cause she feeds us all the gourmet jelly
beans we could possibly eat! *Stuffs a
huge handful into her mouth*
Desiree: Hey! I told you before that the root beer flavored
ones are mine!
Deedlit: *Stuffs another handful in and chews loudly*
Desiree: -_-;
…You look like a demented chipmunk.
Chapter Three
All Kagome could do was let out a
muffled whimper as Miroku’s lips descended gently upon hers, but she was bound and
determined not to give into the monk’s antics like some swooning Southern
belle, so she merely poised there, as rigid as a statue, and kept eyes and
mouth clamped firmly shut. She’d show him who was boss! He’d have to give up sometime, right?
And when he did,
she’d personally see to it that he’d
speak in soprano for the rest of his miserable life. Hmmph.
Unfortunately for her, however,
“sometime” didn’t appear to be “anytime this decade”, because even though she
resisted, he continued to gently coax her response, nuzzling her mouth with his
lips in the softest of touches, his fingers curling into her hair and his thumb
caressing over her cheek, light as a butterfly’s wing. After a few more moments, she felt him smile
against her lips. “Kagooomeee…”
he breathed, his mouth never leaving contact with hers.
“Umhmm?”
Kagome winced. That
had come out a lot more breathy and southern belle-ish
than she’d intended. Egads! Was she giving in?!
“This would be a lot more…enjoyable…for you…if you’d deign to respond,” he murmured against her lips,
punctuating his words with tiny kisses that caused her stomach to flutter with
a strange rush of warmth and the feeling to slowly begin melting from her legs.
Eep! No no no!
She would not give in! No matter how
coaxing his lips were or how deep and
sensual his voice sounded!
But…but…he smelled
so good. Kind of like…pine needles
and…melted snow, with a touch of chamomile maybe, and…his lips were so very
warm…and soft against her own and…and…she was melting, her mouth softening
beneath the warm pressure of his, giving into his urging and slowly sinking
against him. His warm, hard chest
quivered beneath her hands as he hummed in approval, and when he used his firm
grip on her hair to angle her head further to the side, skillfully deepening
the kiss from a soft caress into something much more intense, the last of her
resistance (not to mention her thoughts) scattered to the four winds.
She barely even noticed when, after a time, his arm
tightened around her waist, urging her further onto his lap; she simply allowed
herself to be pulled closer, her legs parting limply to slide about his hips so
that she was fully straddling him. He
released a breathy groan at the contact of her warm, bare legs against his equally
bare sides, pushing his hips forward to press his aching need against the soft
flesh between her thighs. The only thing
keeping him from taking her, from sinking completely into her, he realized dimly, was the fabric of his pants and the
strange undergarments Kagome herself was wearing beneath the too-large
robe. The thought was nearly
unbearable. He burned for her, with a
passion that was as surprising as it was frightening. He’d merely set out to prove a point…when had
things gotten so out of control? When
had he started needing her so badly?
Even he had to admit that he was starting to take things
just a little too far, but…but how could he stop,
when Kagome was making such delightful little mewls and gasps into his mouth…a
clear sign that she was quite enjoying his ministrations. And the way she was so innocently rubbing
against him, pressing her thighs as close to his as she could....it was nearly
enough to make him go cross-eyed, were his eyes open, of course. And as long as she wasn’t complaining, he
reasoned (well, with as much reasoning as his current state of mind would
allow), then who was he to deny her pleasure?
But oxygen was fast becoming a necessity, and so he reluctantly parted his mouth from
hers and raised his head just enough to feel her hot breath panting against his
lips. Her cheeks were covered with a
dark flush, and her eyes, when she slowly lifted their heavy lids to gaze at
him, were dark with passion. Her mouth
was red and swollen, lips parted invitingly, and he had to resist the urge to
plunge into them again.
“Have I proven my point?” he murmured, staring hungrily
into her eyes. He half expected a
resounding smack across the face…or maybe a big stick cracking over his
head…but she merely blinked up at him with a dazed sort of expression.
“Point…?” she mumbled softly, as though trying to remember
what they’d been talking about before the entire…incident had started. A smile twitched his lips, and he couldn’t
help but notice how her eyes immediately fixated on them with all the
fascination of a starving tiger honing in on fresh prey. A sense of manly satisfaction caused the
smile to widen, as he wondered if and when she’d pounce, and whether or not
he’d be able to resist his increasingly uncomfortable…urges anymore.
“Do you still think I kiss like a dog?” he murmured
wickedly, eyes crinkling with warm humor as she blinked up at him, then dropped
her attention immediately back to his lips again.
“…No,” she admitted slowly, almost shyly.
His smile faded slightly as his hunger for her
increased. “Are you sure?” he asked
softly. “Because I’d be more than
willing to prove it some more…”
“Miro…ku…?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Shut up.” And with
that, she leaned up and softly, shyly pressed her lips to his.
Well.
He was elated. To
say the least. And being the gentleman
that he was, if she absolutely insisted…
Never breaking contact with her lips, Miroku shifted
forward so that he could lower the female to the ground, wishing he’d had the
foresight to spread his outer robe, or even that ratty blanket, beneath them to
keep her from the cold floor. With one
arm, he braced himself so as not to crush her, while the other tenderly cradled
the back of her head to keep it away from the hard rock, as he carefully
lowered himself to spread full-length across her soft body, his hips cradled
between her thighs. He shuddered at the
feel of her soft breasts pressed flush against his chest, covered though they
were by his robe and the strange binding he knew she wore beneath it. Well.
He could take care of that easily enough. But first…
He delved into her mouth with a sudden ferocity that stole
her breath and made her shiver beneath him.
His tongue sought hers and tangled with it as he began a slow, sensual
dance between her thighs, thrusting his pelvis to her warmth in time with the
strokes of his tongue, giving her a taste of what actual lovemaking would be
like. She moaned and writhed against
him, arching her back to meet him and shuddering as the warm, hard evidence of
his arousal strained against her most intimate area. The warmth in her chest was spreading
outward, seeping into her limbs and deep into her lower belly, leaving her a
quivering, breathless mass of need and sensation.
It was only when she felt the neckline of the robe being
parted, and a large hand sliding over her stomach and beneath the bra to softly
cover her naked breast, that she came back to her senses. A little.
It was the shock of warm, bare flesh so intimately caressing a part of her
that no man had ever had the privilege of touching that snapped her out of her
passion-induced stupor, and she abruptly tore her lips from Miroku’s and stared
up at him through wide eyes. “Wh-what
are we doing?” she croaked out, slightly horrified at how easily she had been ready to throw everything away for him.
A dark eyebrow quirked and he smiled lazily down at
her. “I should think that would be
obvious,” came the soft reply, and he gave her breast a gentle squeeze, rubbing
his thumb over the soft peak.
She yipped in shock and jumped a little. “S-stop that,” she commanded shakily, trying
to ignore the way her nipple had immediately tightened beneath his touch, and
the tingle of pleasure that had shot from it up to her shoulder and all the way
down to her fingertips.
“But you enjoyed it,” he murmured sexily, eyes lidded and
dark with wanting as he gazed down at her.
And then, to prove it…he did it again.
She eeped and squirmed beneath
him, until she felt the hard bulge pressing intimately between her
thighs—realizing suddenly exactly what it was
that was touching her—and immediately stilled.
“W-we need to stop…” she told him tremulously.
He lowered his face to nuzzle it against her neck, lips
moving over her flesh in a soft caress. “But
I don’t want to,” he replied matter-of-factly.
Kagome closed her eyes against the gentle lips suckling
her throat. The truth was, neither did
she, not really. But… “We
can’t keep…it’d be stupid and irresponsible to get…carried away like this…” she
reasoned, trying to gather the willpower to push away his wandering lips, which
were moving disturbingly lower.
“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed
distractedly, taking a nip out of her shoulder.
“Very…stupid.” He kissed her
collarbone. “But so…” He
trailed down to the upper swell of her breast, his warm breath sending a trail
of goose-bumps over the soft flesh.
“…very…” a gentle caress of lips to the valley between…
“…enjoyable…” His warm hand
cupped her breast, lifting it to his seeking lips, which pressed softly to her
teat before opening to take it into the moist heat of his mouth. Kagome could only arch her back with a
breathless cry as he began suckling her with deep, intense pulls, his tongue
stroking rhythmically over the turgid nipple as his hand gently kneaded her
soft flesh, milking her for all he was worth.
“Mir…o…ku!” Her shaking hands lifted to tangle in his
hair, with the intent of pulling him away, only to end up pulling him closer instead. It felt…too good, like nothing she’d ever
imagined. And she…didn’t…want it to
end. Her body instinctively curled
itself around his head as much as it was able, and he responded by wrapping
both of his arms around her beneath the robe, his forearms hot against her
back, and Kagome felt herself giving in, giving up, as she lost herself in the
sensation of being loved by Miroku.
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Desiree: *Grins evilly* Well.
Is it just me, or did the temperature just shoot up about eighty
degrees?
Deedlit: *still stuffing her face* It’s just you.
Oooo!
Margarita flavored!
Desiree: *Scratching chin
thoughtfully* Hmmm…I wonder…do they
have black leather and bullwhips in feudal
Deedlit: *Pauses mid-chew* …You’re the evil twin around here. I’m the innocent one, remember?
Desiree: *Stare* You’re innocent like
the
Quickening: La la laaaa! I can’t heeeeaarrr yoooouuu! *Still swimming happily through the snow*
Desi:
>_< That’s
it. I’m getting a new author.
Deed: *BELCH*