Oh, but how the truth aches. Kikyo hums and drinks more wine, lets Kagome prod her again and again until she gives in. Like a seedling growing from its roots, she will always strive to reach the bright exposure of the sun. “Yes, Kagome.”
“You’re the best,” she beams, and that tips her over, more potent than any glass of wine.
They talk until the evening ends, midnight long past. Sango is drinking water, and Kagome gives her sloppy, drunken encouragement, more than a little wasted herself. Kikyo’s got the higher tolerance, but she’s had more than both of them.
“Stay here,” Kagome says, petting Sango’s head. “It’s too late, and you gotta put safety first. Right, Kikyo?”
“Right.”
“See?Right. You can take my room, okay? The mattress is a cloud. A literal cloud.” Kagome giggles. “It’s heaven.”
Sango frowns. Her body tilts dangerously on the couch. “But where would you sleep?”
“With Kikyo, obviously.”
Obviously.
Obviously.
Kikyo puts down her glass, and heads straight to the bathroom to wash her face. The water doesn’t help to clear her head; the words with Kikyo, with Kikyo echo endlessly in her mind. She flosses – messily, poorly – and then brushes her teeth.
There’s a knock on the door, but it isn’t locked, and Kagome bursts in a moment later, shushing herself. Her dark brown eyes are wide, glassy with booze. Every bit of her is flushed. Kikyo wants to ravishher, push her up against the door until Kagome’s begging, writhing against her, pleading.
God, what Kikyo wouldn’t do.
Reblogging this again because GUESS WHAT GUYS!? Witchy did me the absolute honor of commissioning me for this story and I’m practically VIBRATING WITH EXITEMENT BECAUSE IT’S SO GOOD SO HAVE A TEASER OF (PART 1) OF THE ART THAT GOES WITH IT
