ahh my jackets got a cute little bunny-tail hihi! ♥ bunny butts ♥
outofair: Mun has to get up early tomorrow morning for work. So, I’ll see you all later tomorrow ok? Take care~
AHHH HELP IT’S TOO CUTE TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH KOFFING
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Miroku yelped and then hissed—he could practically feel the handprint forming on the sensitive flesh of his cheek. But he couldn’t complain about being slapped—it was something he deserved for touching her so inappropriately. The main reason he couldn’t complain, though, was because he actually enjoyed the pain. Even if the impact of her hand stung badly enough to hit the bone, it still felt incredibly good to Miroku. He’d be able to sleep soundly that night when normally one would probably lose sleep over being slapped in such a situation.
The monk was a bit of a masochist, however.
“I’m fine, Senritsu-san!” he cried, a sheepish grin playing across his lips as his cheek throbbed. “I overstepped my boundaries, and during such a sensitive subject and moment. I deserved that slap more than anything else!” The groping was so nice while it lasted… “It became difficult to control myself; I humbly apologize.”
A sigh was vented from her lips. There was an unspoken rule with the nightingale. D.N.T.
Those who usually crossed that line, she instinctively harmed and usually didn’t care for it. But this was someone she trusted and certainly didn’t expect any of this from. What came to be worse was she was afraid the monk would’ve been offended or upset with her, however to her surprise he sounded… pleased?
Now that was strange.
“A-are j’you sure?” Senritsu quickly stammered and rose her hand to touch his cheek. Though she was unable to see the mark she left behind, there was a heat that rose to the afflicted skin. “I-I’m really sorry! I-I really wasn’t expecting that at all, w-what just… just why were j’you touching me like that for?”
Chucks a shoe at her, watching it hitting smack dab in the singers face. “Whoops. Slipped through my fucking fingers.”
The action of the assault seemed convincing. Till the sight of the supposed “nightingale” standing before her disappeared in a haze. An illusion. Her forte. But she spoke from behind the young wolf with an unchanging expression,
“My, such a bad temper. J’you should learn to pick j’your battles~”
“Sorry I don’t argue with food.”
“Says the barking one~”
“I’m going to eat you.”
“How about no?”
The raven-haired male gave a tilt of his head in confusion. “Now what would make you think it isn’t a proper way of expressing things?” As he spoke, his hand that was resting at his side began to move until it was hovering over Senritsu’s backside. Not touching just yet, but quite close enough.
His voice was a warm drawl, containing all of the calmness and tenderness that Senritsu enjoyed from it. It wasn’t something he was putting on in order to distract her—it only came naturally. Besides, with those uniquely beautiful eyes turned away from him Miroku could tell she was already preoccupied enough with her own thoughts.
Gods, no. Don’t do it. I must… not… ruin things between us when things are clearly difficult already!
But Miroku couldn’t stop himself, and before he knew it his hand was on her bottom, rubbing and fondling away. Rubrubrub. “Your way of expressing things is much smarter than my own.”
“A-ah-AH!” Gasps between loud yelps were vocalized before she reacted on that first instinct. A hand raised quickly backhanded him across the face, but only once she pulled away and it all settled in did she finally realize what she had done.
“M-miroku-kun?! W-what on- Why were j’you- Oh goodness are j’you ok?! I-I didn’t mean to h-honest! I-It was on the reflex I swear!” There was a twisted sense of an invasion of boundaries and guilt. Mostly the guilt for reacting and not even processing what occurred. Course it didn’t make such all right, but she still worried about causing him such pain to begin with.