Prompt # 46: Wait
Title: Suspicious Minds
Author: aimee_blue
Words: 714
Prompt: Wait
Rating:T
Warnings: A little harmless innuendo.
Summary: CU. Miroku could never be accused of being innocent, even when he is trying to be thoughtful.
Kagome clapped her hands over Shippo’s innocent ears as her cheeks heated in fierce embarrassment. Inuyasha couldn’t quite meet her eyes and neither of them could bring themselves to walk through the tree line back into the camp.
“Wait a minute, Houshi-sama,” Sango murmured, her voice carrying from the camp to the stunned wood gatherers, “you mustn’t be so impatient.”
“Sorry, Sango-chan.”
“Now, rub it softly but firmly,” there was a pregnant pause, “a little firmer... that’s good... just like that.”
“I find it’s all in the wrist, Sango-chan,” Miroku murmured softly.
“Now, rub it slightly harder in little circles... very good, Houshi-sama.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Sango hummed her approval, “focus on that spot... a little harder.”
“Is that good?”
“Mmm...”
At this, Inuyasha promptly unfroze and blundered forward through the trees to break up this little illicit encounter... only to fall short...
“Inuyasha?” Sango asked, surprised at his reappearance, “What happened to the firewood?”
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and sniffed suspiciously, but didn’t scent anything lewd. “What the hell were you two just doing?” Inuyasha demanded, red face clashing horribly with his fire rat.
Miroku blinked ingenuously, the picture of innocence, and waved a rag demonstratively. “Sango-chan was teaching me how to polish Hiraikotsu, of course.”
Inuyasha’s suspicion returned in spades and he narrowed his eyes at the monk dubiously. “And why would you want to learn something helpful like that, lecher?”
Sango blinked, as if this had only just occurred to her and her own eyes grew suspicious. “Indeed, why were you being so helpful, Houshi-sama?”
Miroku backed away from their joint glares of distrust, pantomiming wildly with his hands. “Can I not merely be helpful?”
Inuyasha and Sango swapped a look and Miroku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as they chorused a resounding, “No.”
It was at that moment that a fully transformed Kirara prowled into camp and Kagome and Shippo returned also, this time with the firewood they had been sent to fetch. Kagome’s cheeks were still stained red.
Miroku’s face relaxed into a relieved smile at Kirara’s arrival and hurried over to untie the package from around her neck. Catching Kirara as she bounded up into her arms, Sango narrowed her eyes warily at the monk; he was always up to something.
“I will confess,” he murmured, smiling cheerfully, “that whilst I was being helpful, I was also distracting the lovely Sango-chan so that Kirara might fetch this for me.” he proffered the bundle demonstratively.
Kagome, who had by this point gathered that whatever she had heard hadn’t been what it had sounded like, tilted her head to one side as she stared at the package. “What is it?”
Miroku beamed happily. “A present.”
“A present?” Sango echoed sceptically.
“Indeed!” Miroku cheered, giving Sango a knowing look, “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what day it is?”
The group all frowned in consternation and turned to Kagome, who in turn consulted her diary and then exclaimed amazedly. “It’s Sango-chan’s birthday!”
Sango started at that little announcement and she thought it over for a few moments. “Oh... I guess it is. I just haven’t really been thinking about it much since everything has been so hectic.”
“How’d you remember something like that bouzo?” Inuyasha asked charily.
Miroku shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I remembered how Kagome-sama got us all to choose a birthday, since normally we would all celebrate it on the new years, and Sango-chan chose the first day of the cherry blossom season, remember?”
Sango blushed at the notion that he’d been the one to remember her birthday.
Miroku shot her a knowing glance and she quickly ducked her head to inspect her sandals. “Anyway, since we haven’t seen any cheery blossom trees on our journeys, I sent Kirara for the next best thing!”
With a flourish, he unwrapped the bundle and opened the box with deft fingers. The group crowded around interestedly and Kagome giggled.
“Sakura mochi!” Shippo cheered.
Miroku smirked smoothly. “The perfect substitute!”
Sango, still speechless at the gesture, continued to stare at her feet as if they mesmerised her. Miroku was having no such displays of shyness, and, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up, opened her mouth, and popped a sakura mochi inside.
Cheeks heating, she chewed and swallowed fiercely and punched him in his shoulder in reprimand. “Don’t just shove stuff in my mouth, pervert!”
Miroku waggled his brows suggestively. “Duly noted.”
Author: aimee_blue
Words: 714
Prompt: Wait
Rating:T
Warnings: A little harmless innuendo.
Summary: CU. Miroku could never be accused of being innocent, even when he is trying to be thoughtful.
Kagome clapped her hands over Shippo’s innocent ears as her cheeks heated in fierce embarrassment. Inuyasha couldn’t quite meet her eyes and neither of them could bring themselves to walk through the tree line back into the camp.
“Wait a minute, Houshi-sama,” Sango murmured, her voice carrying from the camp to the stunned wood gatherers, “you mustn’t be so impatient.”
“Sorry, Sango-chan.”
“Now, rub it softly but firmly,” there was a pregnant pause, “a little firmer... that’s good... just like that.”
“I find it’s all in the wrist, Sango-chan,” Miroku murmured softly.
“Now, rub it slightly harder in little circles... very good, Houshi-sama.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Sango hummed her approval, “focus on that spot... a little harder.”
“Is that good?”
“Mmm...”
At this, Inuyasha promptly unfroze and blundered forward through the trees to break up this little illicit encounter... only to fall short...
“Inuyasha?” Sango asked, surprised at his reappearance, “What happened to the firewood?”
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and sniffed suspiciously, but didn’t scent anything lewd. “What the hell were you two just doing?” Inuyasha demanded, red face clashing horribly with his fire rat.
Miroku blinked ingenuously, the picture of innocence, and waved a rag demonstratively. “Sango-chan was teaching me how to polish Hiraikotsu, of course.”
Inuyasha’s suspicion returned in spades and he narrowed his eyes at the monk dubiously. “And why would you want to learn something helpful like that, lecher?”
Sango blinked, as if this had only just occurred to her and her own eyes grew suspicious. “Indeed, why were you being so helpful, Houshi-sama?”
Miroku backed away from their joint glares of distrust, pantomiming wildly with his hands. “Can I not merely be helpful?”
Inuyasha and Sango swapped a look and Miroku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as they chorused a resounding, “No.”
It was at that moment that a fully transformed Kirara prowled into camp and Kagome and Shippo returned also, this time with the firewood they had been sent to fetch. Kagome’s cheeks were still stained red.
Miroku’s face relaxed into a relieved smile at Kirara’s arrival and hurried over to untie the package from around her neck. Catching Kirara as she bounded up into her arms, Sango narrowed her eyes warily at the monk; he was always up to something.
“I will confess,” he murmured, smiling cheerfully, “that whilst I was being helpful, I was also distracting the lovely Sango-chan so that Kirara might fetch this for me.” he proffered the bundle demonstratively.
Kagome, who had by this point gathered that whatever she had heard hadn’t been what it had sounded like, tilted her head to one side as she stared at the package. “What is it?”
Miroku beamed happily. “A present.”
“A present?” Sango echoed sceptically.
“Indeed!” Miroku cheered, giving Sango a knowing look, “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what day it is?”
The group all frowned in consternation and turned to Kagome, who in turn consulted her diary and then exclaimed amazedly. “It’s Sango-chan’s birthday!”
Sango started at that little announcement and she thought it over for a few moments. “Oh... I guess it is. I just haven’t really been thinking about it much since everything has been so hectic.”
“How’d you remember something like that bouzo?” Inuyasha asked charily.
Miroku shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I remembered how Kagome-sama got us all to choose a birthday, since normally we would all celebrate it on the new years, and Sango-chan chose the first day of the cherry blossom season, remember?”
Sango blushed at the notion that he’d been the one to remember her birthday.
Miroku shot her a knowing glance and she quickly ducked her head to inspect her sandals. “Anyway, since we haven’t seen any cheery blossom trees on our journeys, I sent Kirara for the next best thing!”
With a flourish, he unwrapped the bundle and opened the box with deft fingers. The group crowded around interestedly and Kagome giggled.
“Sakura mochi!” Shippo cheered.
Miroku smirked smoothly. “The perfect substitute!”
Sango, still speechless at the gesture, continued to stare at her feet as if they mesmerised her. Miroku was having no such displays of shyness, and, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up, opened her mouth, and popped a sakura mochi inside.
Cheeks heating, she chewed and swallowed fiercely and punched him in his shoulder in reprimand. “Don’t just shove stuff in my mouth, pervert!”
Miroku waggled his brows suggestively. “Duly noted.”