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Chapter 10
"See Miroku, isn't this much nicer?" The monk, who was leaning against the trunk of a shade tree located on the family shrine smiled as he lovingly wrapped his arms around the miko sitting on his lap. He smiled. "Mmm hmm."
It was a beautiful day outside. Peaceful, too. Birds could be heard chirping happily as a warm breeze rustled the leaves of the tree the couple had taken a seat beneath. Although Miroku had insisted on sitting on the couch watching that 'idiot box', as Kagome liked to call it, the girl had somehow managed to lure the monk outside. The little sunlight which managed to peak through the leaves of the tree danced across their faces. Kagome leaned back comfortably against the man's chest. The couple watched a pair of butterflies that fluttered around the late spring flowers which had bloomed in the shrine.
It had been a couple of days since Kagome and Miroku had last tried the well. Although they both knew that they would need to return to the feudal era eventually, neither were in a hurry to get back right away. Miroku was enjoying having Kagome all to himself, not to mention the privacy they would lose as soon as they returned. He wasn't exactly looking forward to explaining what exactly had happened between the two to Inuyasha either. If his wind tunnel didn't claim his life first, the hanyou surely could.
"Something wrong, Miroku?" Kagome turned her head, glacing sideways at the inattentive monk. "You feel tense."
He smiled. "No, nothing at all," he said, pressing a kiss on the girl's cheek. He looked up as Grandpa passed the sweet scene taking place beneath the tree. The old man smiled, and Miroku could have almost sworn, winked. Kagome had told her mother the night before about her and Miroku. The entire family was pleasantly enthusiastic about the pairing. Miroku had become like a part of the family now. Maybe one day he would be a part of the family. Kagome smiled at the thought. She could easily imagine settling down with the monk when she grew a little older.
"Your mother should have lunch ready any minute," the old man commented.
The couple nodded and stood up to walk back inside the house.
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After lunch, Kagome and Miroku settled down for an uneventful, yet peaceful, afternoon. Kagome's mother and grandfather had left for the market. Sota had gone to a friend's house. Kagome and Miroku found themselves now sitting alone in Kagome's room. The monk smiled at the convenient situation. All alone with my beautiful miko. He grasped the girl giving her a long, sensuous kiss. He brought his hand up to cradle the back of the girl's head as he leaned her back onto the mattress, kissing her passionately. Soon, Miroku found himself sprawled over the girl's small body. Kagome could feel the monk's robes brush across the bare skin of her legs. As much as she liked to see him in blue jeans, Miroku had finally gone back to his usual attire. Such a shame, she thought. She had become quite accustomed to the enhanced view his muscular physique. Kagome brought her shoulders up as she felt the delicate sensation of Miroku moving his lips from her own down to her neck, where he had begun to place several tiny kisses. The monk smiled. "Ticklish?"
Kagome grinned back at him, blushing. She was certain that Miroku knew how inexperienced she was at all of this. It was a little embarrassing, to say the least, considering the he, most likely, had gained more than enough experience since his younger years. Miroku, however, found her innocence endearing. The monk brought his attention back towards the girl's lips. Kagome wrapped her arms around him as he slipped his wandering tongue between her lips, enjoying in the sweet taste of them. His hand drifted beneath the back of her blouse, taking pleasure in in the soft touch of the girl's smooth skin. It had been a long time since he had felt that touch, and he was about to loose all control at that very moment as he deepened his kiss.
"Miroku," the girl gasped at the contact of his rough, calloused hands against her delicate skin as she separated his lips from hers, removing his hand from her back. "Slow down."
The monk grinned guiltily. "Sorry." He knew that Kagome was much too young to begin bearing his children by her era's standards. Not that she'd agreed to it yet, anyhow. So, for now at least, he would have to learn to control his urges. However, once they returned to Feudal Japan where Kagome would be child-bearing age…
"Miroku?" Kagome studied the monk's face. She began to wonder how a man of the cloth could grin so evilly.
Miroku stared into her eyes for a few short moments before finally snapping out of his lecherous trance. "Kagome," he took her hand into his, "We will only go as far as you want. I would never pressure you into doing something you weren't comfortable with." The monk smiled at the girl, planting a reassuring kiss on her lips. As lecherous as he seemed at times, Kagome knew that she could trust him. He had even been so kind to refrain from his usual gropes most of the time he had been in her era. She decided that it was probably out of his respect towards her family—not because he lacked interest. That she was sure of.
Miroku settled down onto the bed next to Kagome's side. He wrapped his strong arms around the girl as they both fell into a lazy afternoon slumber.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Miroku," Kagome, who had been awaken by a strange noise, whispered into the sleeping monk's ear. "Miroku, did you hear that?"
"Hmm?" Miroku's eyes slowly opened. "What?"
Tap. Tap.
"That? Did you hear it?"
A concerned look overcame the monk's face as he turned his attention towards the girl's window, which was concealed by a light pink curtain. Someone, or something, was trying to make its way inside the house. He frowned as he stood up and grabbed his golden staff, which he had left leaning against the Kagome's desk. Slowly, he made his way towards the window, flipping the latch that locked it and quickly opening it in one swift motion with one hand, while holding his staff in an attack position with the other. The monk gasped as did the boy standing on the landing outside Kagome's bedroom window.
"Inuyasha, it's you." The monk held his chest. He was almost certain that he was going into cardiac arrest.
"You're very observant, monk." The hanyou replied cockily, stepping inside. "Since when do you lock that thing?" he asked studying the window momentarily and then glancing towards Kagome.
"Inuyasha… What did you?… How did you?..." Kagome paused. "You made it through."
"Feh." Inuyasha crossed his arms. "Yeah, finally." He took a seat next to the girl on her bed. "Some idiot who was traveling through the village sealed the well. It took the old hag forever to finally break the seal," he said, referring to Kaede.
Kagome looked utterly confused. "Why would some traveler want to seal the well?"
The hanyou shrugged. "We think Naraku might have put him up to it, but we're not completely sure." He paused. "It would make sense though. Without you, we wouldn't be able to find the shards." He frowned. "Or, should I say, without you we haven't been able to find any shards."
"I'm so glad you made it through, Inuyasha. We had begun to worry," she said looking at the grinning monk. "We tried the well everyday, hoping we'd be able to pass through." Well, almost everyday…
"Well, it works now," he replied standing up and grabbing the young girl's hand, "So let's go. Enough time has been wasted already."
Kagome promptly blushed at the hanyou, grinning uncomfortably at Miroku. The monk shrugged. Things were definitely going to change now. "Wait, Inuyasha. At least let me pack my things first."
"Feh."
"I'll be right back. I need to find my pack, okay?" Inuyasha watched, a little annoyed, as she headed downstairs to find her backpack. He looked over to Miroku, who sat quietly on the bed. "I don't know how you managed to make it here so long, monk."
He shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"
"You mean Kagome didn't drive you nuts with all her yakking?"
Miroku smiled guiltily. "Not exactly."
Inuyasha stood back to study the monk's expression. He seamed, well, uncomfortable. "What's with you?"
Miroku shrugged. "Nothing."
Kagome reentered the room, opening the giant, yellow pack and setting it on her bed. She opened one of her drawers, pulling out assorted clothing and other supplies and throwing them inside.
"Feh. I bet this monk didn't keep his hands off you the entire time," Inuyasha said, helping Kagome pack by messily shoving various (and unneeded) items into her bag.
Kagome cringed as she looked up at the hanyou. "Miroku was very… honorable."
Inuyasha snorted. "I bet." Kagome closed the backpack as Inuyasha threw it over his shoulder and headed out of her bedroom window. "Well come on, wench," he said as he descended down towards the well house.
"I'm gonna have to have a word with him about that little nickname he has given you." Miroku said wrapping his arms around Kagome.
"Well, it's about time someone did." Kagome paused, taking a quick peek out the window to see Inuyasha waiting next to the well house in an aggravated stance. "Miroku."
"Yes?"
"I think we should wait awhile. Before we tell the others, I mean."
The monk smiled at the idea. A few extra days of life sounded good to him. "Whatever you desire, my Kagome."
She smiled as she gave the monk a little kiss. "It'll be awhile before I'll get to do that again."
Miroku grinned. "If Kouga decides to flirt with you, however, I will have to put him in his place." He wrapped his muscular arms possessively around the girl's form. "You're my woman now," he added with a smirk.
Kagome smiled. Miroku's woman. She linked her arm through his as the happy couple headed downstairs. Yep, things have definitely changed now. For the better.
~*~THE END~*~
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A/N: I decided to leave Inuyasha and Sango's reactions out of this story—that itself would probably be a story. I didn't want to get way off-track. I guess you all can just use your imaginations. Ha! Thanks to Jessie for pointing out my spelling error. I appreciate it. Well, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, and happy Turkey Day!! =)