Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Your lips upon my lips, can you envision this?
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin...
Would be the Sweetest Sin...

With quivering hands, she flattened her palms against the door and slowly brought herself to level with the available slit. Tentatively, she peered into the keyhole.

Sweat, there was so much sweat and sheen covering their bodies. They were slathered in it like butter against bread. Their bodies at constant motion, their grinding frenzied - up and down, up and down, in and out...

The familiar dampness always came, the warmth that spread throughout her body when she did this. She was a pervert – sick, so very sick minded for what she did.

Why did she do it? She was never quite sure, could never quite understand what it was that brought her the sickening need to do... this. It left her feeling filthy, just seeing them so closely coiled against eachother was painful, but for some godforsaken reason, she continued to peep. She just couldn't bring herself to stop.

She was sick.

Their moans were increasing in volume, his throaty growls becoming more frequent – deepening along with his movements.

Unconsciously, her dainty hands began slithering down her body. She often found herself dreaming, imagining, visualizing just what it would be like to be in her place – to have his body pressed so intimately against hers, to be the one in the receiving end of his passion... to be so thoroughly pleasured.

But he wasn't hers, and he would never be.

She was just a child, always would be seen as a child, especially next to her sex appeal.

He would forever be out of her grasp. This was a fact she accepted a long time ago.

"Kagome, sweetheart, you really should stop wearing your hair like that. It's unbecoming."

"Ok Kiks." Kagome replied with a sigh. 'Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone...'

"You know how I feel about you calling me that, so stop. Impudence is just as unbecoming as your current hairstyle," she hissed. "Anyway, it's a saturday night, shouldn't you be out with some friends instead of reading some drab book?"

"What I choose to do on a saturday night is none of your concern," Kagome huffed as she smacked her book closed and stood from her place at the kitchen table, smothering other retorts that sat on the tip of her tongue. Really, who did she think she was?

"Goodnight mother."

"I didn't raise you to be so disrespectful." Kikyo, lips tilted in a frown, blocked her exit.

Kagome smiled, her eyes stony as she paused to stare into the woman's disapproving eyes. "You didn't raise me at all," she responded before continuing her stride.

A/N: I really don't have much business starting a new story especially with two (technically three, I guess?) of my stories just withering away with no updates for a year or so now. I suck, but I'm trying.

Think of this chapter as a prologue, I guess. I'm not sure if anyone would actually be interested in this story. It's a little... weird. *Sigh* I don't know. I may just take this story down.

I still feel pretty rotten for being so MIA and I don't know if anyone's even interesting in reading anything from me after I just disappeared on the face of the earth. *cough*

Excuse any punctuation errors please, I'm trying to get back into things and I've never been very good at punctuating anyway. LOL.