Such ReveriesReverie: A loose or irregular train of thought occurring in musing or mediation; deep musing; daydream. SxM
AN: Kami-sama! It's been a while, hasn't it . . . since I posted in the Inu Yasha section . . . I've changed names (old: warriorgl), grown a bit older, more wiser . . . but still retain my love for Miroku and Sango. If it an't broke, don't fix it, I guess . . . Duncan Sheik is my ear's lover, and if you haven't listened to his genius yet, well, then, you should. Why I bring him up? His song, the title name, inspired me, as well as a monstrous kick for SxM delight, which included Lil'Lyn713's Miroku's Lyric', which is worth reading. Well . . . enough stalling, here we go! Enjoy!
He jumped, breath catching in his throat as his eyes flashed open. Gulping for a reason unknown, he turned around to face her. A smile curved his lips at the sight of her sweet face in the moon light, and he patted the grass next to him in invitation, and excuse, for him to peer longer at such a wonder.
Come join me Sango-sama, it is a beautiful night.
His words hardly did justice to the scene around them. They sat on top a high grassy hill amongst knolls, and looked over the endless country plains beneath them. A mid-summer's-night, fire flies floated around them like enchanted faerie lanterns and the stars winked with merriment of a secret untold. A small breeze drifted past lazily, carrying a sent of an exotic flower from far, far away. And to top it off, neither of them could think of a better person to share this with.
As Sango reproachfully sat down next to him, his eyes, with almost a hint of sadness or nostalgia for a future not yet been, gazed over her outfit of a lovely kimono, orange from a sun unseen. Her eyes caught his, and they communicated through thoughts, ending with Sango's defeat of a smile.
And why speak through eyes when one could speak in tongues? The eyes are more naked with accuracy and do not stumble clumsily on truths half covered with lies. They do not have want for sounding clear or distinguished. They are the soul, the heart on the sleeve, they are the thoughts on our mind. And for these two lovers, not much more was needed or wanted.
An agreement was set betwixt them, one that was not unlike an engagement, but no rings of symbolism or words spoken were used. They had a set of guidelines to follow, a set of actions that no matter how bad thins got, they could depend on each other's reliability to get them through. Through sickness and through health, to death do us part.
They could give each other nothing but that promise of someday in these times of war and destruction, and as veteran soldiers they knew and understood that.
So nothing was surprising when she kissed him.
And nothing was surprising when he kissed back.
Or when she crawled on top him, a kitten mewing for love.
When he admitted her advances.
When she let him in.
When they woke that next morning, shielded from the rising sun only from his cloak, wrapped up in each other arms and sweat from activities un-forgotten.
And nothing was surprising when they acted as if nothing happened the next day.
For when you have only each other, a reverie for later is as much as you can give.
THE END
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