The Valentine Kisses: Valentine Kiss Eleven

Valentine Kiss Eleven

 

Miroku slipped away into the night, moonlight his only guide. There she stood in graceful silence awaiting him. Her long dark hair lifting in the gentle breeze as he approached. Laying a hand upon her shoulder, he turned her about to face him. Her normally stoic face alighting in pleasure as warmth entered her brown eyes. She sighed happily and leaned into him. It is here that she was safe, here she was human with him and only him. Her eyes rested upon his full lips. Taking the hint, Miroku lowered his lips to hers whispering her name reverently.

 

 “Kikyo”.