Passion's Killing Floor

AN:Written for LJ, just a small short of Miroku and Kagome.

[Edit Sorry about the mix up. Thanks to Kaoli water goddess for pointing it out to me

Rated: M (for sexual content) a bit of BDSM.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

His hand was dangerously close to cupping her warmth that waited for a caress. Shivers ran down her spine as a puff of air grazed her cheek from his slightly parted lips. Azure eyes watching carefully as each breath rose her breasts higher and higher into his view point. His other hand continued to lightly pinch her hip every so often, wanting her to feel the slight pain as he pleasured her. Leaning his head down, he licked from her collarbone, gently nipping at the skin until finally reaching behind her ear. Another shiver. "Please, stop teasing me."

Without another word, Miroku plunged two fingers into her heat. Immediately her head drifted back, black strands lightly whipping his face as he made sure his arm still held hers behind her back. The red school ribbon she always wore still biting into her delicate wrists. "M-Mirou-ku" She moaned, the tremble of her body exciting his own. Just the sound of his name as it fell from her little pink lips that were pleading to finish turned him on. He could already feel himself grow harder as her ass bumped into his dick. Gods, she was too innocent to do that on purpose but suddenly he was lifting her green skirt above her waist as he took her from behind.

Strands of black meshed with black as he pulled her arms farther back until they wrapped about his neck. Kagome continued to shiver both hand and cock pumped into her until she felt their bodies falling, gracefully into a pile of limbs to euphoria.