Practice
Title: Practice
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Kagome/Sango, implied Kagome/Inuyasha & Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Notes: Originally written for iyfic_challenge's "Secret" theme.
Practice
They’ve been practicing.
It is Kagome who suggests it, carefully, after Sango expresses a secret worry.
“He’s been with other girls before. You know he has, and I--” A light blush rises on the tajiya’s cheeks, and her gaze flicks up to Kagome through thick lashes. “I don’t even know what it’s like to kiss someone,” she finishes softly.
Kagome nods. Her worry isn’t quite the same. She knows there is only one other he might compare her to, but when the time comes she wants it to be her kiss he remembers. So...
Practice, they agree. In secret, of course.
They begin awkwardly, both overly-conscious, both too worried about kissing “the right way” to relax.
Practice.
They learn that there is no set technique. Soon it seems as natural as breathing.
Practice.
It has become a ritual. They slip away, when time and circumstances allow. Soft lips brush against like, hungry mouths draw life and heat from one another. They do not speak, save for one word, when their original purpose seems all but forgotten. When they stop to look at each other, neither quite sure what to think, until one of them finally whispers the needed reminder:
Practice.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Kagome/Sango, implied Kagome/Inuyasha & Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Notes: Originally written for iyfic_challenge's "Secret" theme.
Practice
They’ve been practicing.
It is Kagome who suggests it, carefully, after Sango expresses a secret worry.
“He’s been with other girls before. You know he has, and I--” A light blush rises on the tajiya’s cheeks, and her gaze flicks up to Kagome through thick lashes. “I don’t even know what it’s like to kiss someone,” she finishes softly.
Kagome nods. Her worry isn’t quite the same. She knows there is only one other he might compare her to, but when the time comes she wants it to be her kiss he remembers. So...
Practice, they agree. In secret, of course.
They begin awkwardly, both overly-conscious, both too worried about kissing “the right way” to relax.
Practice.
They learn that there is no set technique. Soon it seems as natural as breathing.
Practice.
It has become a ritual. They slip away, when time and circumstances allow. Soft lips brush against like, hungry mouths draw life and heat from one another. They do not speak, save for one word, when their original purpose seems all but forgotten. When they stop to look at each other, neither quite sure what to think, until one of them finally whispers the needed reminder:
Practice.