Miso
Word count: 251
Pairing: MirokuXInuyasha?
Rating: PG

Nothing beat the taste of miso in the morning, Miroku thought, as he smacked his lips in satisfaction. He was glad they'd stopped at Kaede's village for the night. A roof over one's head and a warm bed were always welcome. And a morning meal that didn't include charred fish or something dead was very nice too. He was a delinquent monk, but he was still a monk.

Inuyasha however, eyed the white broth in disdain. "This smells like shit." He complained, sensitive nose twitching. The comment was followed by an annoywed "Osuwari!" from Kagome, as well as a screeching argument of how Kaede had been so nice as to cook for the group. Angrily, the hanyou gave in and slurped his soup everywhere, looking incredibly pissed off.

Miroku was about to thank Kaede for the meal, when he caught sight of Inuyasha's face, angry, eyes gleaming, mouth covered in white. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but there didn't seem to be any way to form sounds. And he was painfully aware of his growing erection.

"Is there something wrong, Houshi-sama?" Sango asked, staring dubiously at him. Miroku blushed, quickly sitting back down, the folds of his robe hiding his arousal.

"No, no, no," he chuckled nervously. "I just wanted to say I enjoyed the meal." He allowed one quick look to drink in the sight of the Hanyou, who was licking miso off of his fingers. A huge grin tugged at the corner of Miroku's mouth..

"Very much."





oooh innuendo!