(( ooc: got this starter done before class, let me know if it doesn't work and I'll fix it later! ))
[ Truth be told, it was a day unlike any other only in how peaceful it had been. A day without the threat of demons or treachery was rare, and while Miroku was one to be wary when things seemed to be going too well he was also one to count his blessings as they came. Everyone was in high spirits - Inuyasha hadn't even offered any complaint when he set off to gather some firewood so they could make camp for the night, and Sango (wielding a tool better for cutting wood than any axe) had joined him. Shippo tagged along, as he was wont to do, leaving Miroku and Kagome to get everything else set up in the meantime.
It was rare, he realized, to actually have some time alone with the girl from the future. Oftentimes when they found themselves split up she was with Inuyasha and he with Sango, but this continued to prove itself to be a day unlike any other. It wasn't a bad thing - Kagome was as kind and brave as they came, and he held a profound respect for her resilience in the face of adversity, in spite of her relative inexperience. She was sharp, too - her wit didn't go unnoticed.
Admittedly, it wasn't just her personality that held his attention. Miroku was Miroku after all, and he had a hard time keeping her eyes off of her as she worked. The miniskirt, he was sure, would be the downfall of mankind when it was invented in this time period, because what warm-blooded man could even think to be productive with legs like those on constant display? Certainly not he.
Normally, these desires weren't hard to quell - Inuyasha's glare was the best contraceptive - but there was no one here to distract him now. No one to judge. No one to tell him not to wait for her to flip her hair over her shoulder so he could come up from behind to press his lips and teeth to the back of her neck, grazing against the skin.
... Which, coincidentally, is exactly what happened.
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[ Truth be told, it was a day unlike any other only in how peaceful it had been. A day without the threat of demons or treachery was rare, and while Miroku was one to be wary when things seemed to be going too well he was also one to count his blessings as they came. Everyone was in high spirits - Inuyasha hadn't even offered any complaint when he set off to gather some firewood so they could make camp for the night, and Sango (wielding a tool better for cutting wood than any axe) had joined him. Shippo tagged along, as he was wont to do, leaving Miroku and Kagome to get everything else set up in the meantime.
It was rare, he realized, to actually have some time alone with the girl from the future. Oftentimes when they found themselves split up she was with Inuyasha and he with Sango, but this continued to prove itself to be a day unlike any other. It wasn't a bad thing - Kagome was as kind and brave as they came, and he held a profound respect for her resilience in the face of adversity, in spite of her relative inexperience. She was sharp, too - her wit didn't go unnoticed.
Admittedly, it wasn't just her personality that held his attention. Miroku was Miroku after all, and he had a hard time keeping her eyes off of her as she worked. The miniskirt, he was sure, would be the downfall of mankind when it was invented in this time period, because what warm-blooded man could even think to be productive with legs like those on constant display? Certainly not he.
Normally, these desires weren't hard to quell - Inuyasha's glare was the best contraceptive - but there was no one here to distract him now. No one to judge. No one to tell him not to wait for her to flip her hair over her shoulder so he could come up from behind to press his lips and teeth to the back of her neck, grazing against the skin.
... Which, coincidentally, is exactly what happened.
Oops. ]