Forbidden Romance

By: KibaSin/Kiba

Summary: A taste of what was never meant to be. A demon and a miko placed together in many different ways within these prompts and contest entries. Hiei/Kagome Collection

Disclaimer: I hold no ownership to Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. They belong to their respectable owners, while I merely gain self-accomplishment from writing these.

Genre: Romance/General

Rating: T

Note: So I won't be cluttering up my one-shot file with all Hiei/Kagome stuff, I have created this file called "Forbidden Romance". That way I can easily put all of my Hiei/Kagome contest entries and prompts into a single file, instead of throwing them into "Past Time" every week.

Title: Frozen Treat

Summary: She might hate what happened, but he rather liked it.

Pairing: Hiei/Kagome

Prompt: "Oh, no!" for The Deadliest Sin; September 17

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 672

Slowly, it tilted to the side. She did not notice, continuing to take long licks to her hearts content. He was fascinated by it, really. Especially the way her breast lifted in her low cut shirt every time she moved her arm, allowing the treat to tilt a little more. Finally, unable to take any more, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Oh, crap!"

Snapping his attention back toward her, a small smirk slowly tilted his lips when he saw her. He should have expected it to happen, really, but it was rather humorous to see her fuming over such a thing.

Unfortunately, she noticed the look. "Hey! This is not funny! This is my favorite shirt and there's ice cream in it!"

He did not reply.

She became angrier, snapping, "You are so insensitive! I have had this shirt since I can remember, and it's ruined! Look at it! I'll never get this stain out!"

Oh, he was looking. However, he saw one flaw in her little rant. "I do not see why you are complaining. It is only a piece of cloth. You can buy another one exactly like it."

"Agh!" she cried. "You just don't understand. This is my favorite shirt because I've had it for so long. I don't care what it looks like!"

"Then you should not care that there is a stain in it," he retorted.

"You know what," her anger was very clear, "never mind. You're never going to understand the importance of this shirt."

With that said, she began to dig her fingers into her cleavage, striving to get rid of the mess. She never seemed to realize that she was putting on quite a show for him, nor did she realize that her breasts were so close to breaking free of their tight confines. He noticed, though, just as he noticed the way she stuck the rest of the frozen treat into her mouth afterward.

That was probably the reason he was suddenly on his feet and striding toward her.

She noticed him when his shadow fell over her, looking up with a confused look on her face. "Uh," she said intelligently. "What do you want, Hiei?" Her anger was clearly forgotten, and for that Hiei was glad. His train of thought did not have anger written anywhere on it.

He knelt before her, giving a small smirk at the look on her face.

"Hiei?" she blinked. He knew that she would not mind him being so close, but he doubted she expected what came next. In fact, he was not surprised that she gave a small squeak when he leaned forward, extended his tongue, and gathered up some of the ice cream on his tongue. He continued for quite some time, feeling her fingers snake into the hair at the back of his neck.

"There," he said, pulling away. "Now you don't have to worry about it, woman."

She was blushing wildly, and smiled a little. Her scent told him that she wanted to continue what he started, and he would have been more than willing if she had not looked down. It was then that her smile vanished, and she whimpered, "Oh, no! Now there's salvia in it! Look at this!"

Hiei ignored his mate's whimpering, knowing that the phase would pass. Her condition had only made them worse, but he was learning to deal with each one that slammed him in the face.

Rolling the taste in his mouth, he glanced down at her once more. He did not actually like sweets all that much, but he found that it was much better when she was playing the role of a dish.

"Poor, poor shirt!"

Noticing the tears in her eyes, he decided it was time for a quick distraction. Crying females were not something he had ever wanted to handle, and he dreaded even smelling the scent of her tears. Hiei found that he was too slow, though, for tears began to leak from her eyes.

Shit.

--Fin