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A/N: Hello all! Yay, new story! I don't really have anything else to say except Hallelujah to summer!!!

Feel

I could barely control myself. I had to touch her. She was well within perfect reach, and my hand was literally having a seizure sitting in my lap instead of caressing her nice, firm...

Before I knew it, my hand was glued to her rear and Sango was as stiff as a plank. She whirled around, face flushed and absolutely pissed, and slapped me right across my face. I'm sure my face has grown immune to the pain she inflicted, so it didn't hurt as much as she would have liked. Normally Sango would get up and leave in a huff, but this time she just sat there glaring at me, lips balled up and eyes as cold as the first snowfall.

I nearly pissed myself, she was so scary.

"Why do you do that?" she asked, voice straining for a calmer tone, but failing miserably. She was furious.

"Do what, Sango?" I asked. I let a smile melt onto my face, surely that would calm her down. I could see her hard exterior falter, but just barely.

"Why do you touch me like some object? I'm a human being, I have feelings," she said. I blinked and let my smile drift away. Sango rarely told me about how she felt, or what made her happy or upset. This was all new to me.

"Sango, I had no idea..."

"Yeah? You wouldn't have any idea since you're always feeling me up; you never gave it a thought, did you? You don't even care," she spat. It pained me to hear her say that she didn't think I cared. I cared a lot for her, words can't even decribe how much I care. Her eyes still held much disgust, rage in them. But there was something more. She was hurt.

"Sango, I do care for you. I care for you a lot, actually," I explained.

"You sure don't act like it," Sango retorted. She let her fingers swim through her dark auburn hair. I took her hand and pressed her palm to mine. Her hand was delicate, but rough, calloused. Maybe that was why her slaps where so fierce. I then took my other hand and ran it through her hair. Long, silky hair that smelled invigorating. My hand trailed down the side of her face, so soft, so lovely.

She didn't object. She watched me as I carefully turned her face toward mine. My face was mere inches away from hers; I could feel her breath blowing on me in short wisps. I kissed her nose, small and narrow, then her cheek, hot with a blush that we both knew all too well.

I pulled away and looked her right in the eyes, two beautiful orbs that captivated me every time I gazed into them.

Then that's when I kissed her. Her lips so warm, soft, plump; I loved having my lips connected with hers.

That moment, I finally learned to feel. And boy did I like it.

A/N: Yay! Miroku can feel! Glad to make another fic. Bleah, school starts soon, so I'll be trying to post as many as possible! :P