The ceremony was over. The taijiya wore a beautiful white kimono, the monk a kimono-like black one with pants and belt. However they were not officially married yet. There was one more thing left to do.

The two walked silently next to each other. Both were extremely nervous and at the same time happy. Miroku finally decided to break the silence: "You sure you want to go into your old village?"

"I think it's the perfect place. Do you want to go somewhere else?" Sango asked while looking up. "Not at all. Anywhere where you feel comfortable is fine with me," the monk added with an encouraging smile. Sango barely nodded and her gaze returned towards the ground. She suddenly felt his arm around her shoulders. He pressed her against him. "Relax. You know I love you," Miroku said.

The taijiya took a deep breath and nodded again. "I love you too." This was awkward. He finally had the right to grope her ass and now he chose her shoulders.

By the time they arrived at the abandoned demon slayer village it was getting dark. "We made it in time!" Miroku exclaimed happily and entered the nearest hut. He held the slide door open for his wife-to-be to enter. "It's a little cold, don't you think?" Sango noticed.

"You make yourself comfortable. I'll go get some firewood." The houshi departed and Sango was left alone. She hastily explored the familiar hut (it was her parents' house) and found the futons. 'Perfect.' She spread them on the floor, in the center of the room. Her hands shook, but not because of the cold. 'It's okay Sango, pull yourself together. You knew this day would come…' She removed all the pins and combs from her wedding hairdo and let her black hair fall over her shoulders. Then Miroku entered with the promised firewood. That was fast. A brief expression of surprise passed his eyes as he saw the futons, but his body remained relaxed. He went over to the fire place and got a fire going.

Sango however remained kneeling on the futon. Only the lit fire illuminated her slender body as she stared into the crackling flames. She rapidly let her head sink into a bow. "You may do… as you wish so that we… I mean uh, I can become your wife." What a stupid sentence, though it was tradition. The 'serve you till death do us part'-part she skipped. That was a little too much for her pride, but her main concern was his reaction now.

His steps made the floor beneath her vibrate and she tried to stay calm. His hands reached out towards her and she held her breath. He picked up her hands, making her lift her head and realize that she was staring into his beautiful indigo eyes. The monk kissed her hands then slowly neared her lips, first hesitating, assuring himself by looking into her eyes, and then finally pecked her lips. They closed their eyes and slung their arms around each other, deepening the kiss. Their tongues melted and twisted about until finally they had to break away to breath. "Wife or not, you are the only one in my heart. After all we've been through and what you've sacrificed, you shall never bow to me," the monk whispered into her ear and assaulted her neck. Sango was simply overwhelmed by his warm and tender touch, she never wanted him to let go. His hand wandered down aiming for the knot keeping her kimono attached to her body. It slowly untied it, every finger precisely knowing what it was doing. The tension was growing. "Houshi-sama…" she panted, as he kissed her neck.

"It's alright. It's only me," he spoke softly, at last feeling the knot burst open and her obi slide to the ground. He quickly tossed it to the side and turned his full attention back to his woman. They kissed again, passion sparking from them. Now his hands went for her collar, pushing the silk over her shoulder gradually and placing his lips tenderly on them. Sango gasped as the clothing glided over her skin like water, exposing her naked skin to him. And for the first time up close. She blinked and looked at him as if waiting for an answer that she already knew but wanted it confirmed. His answer was another passionate kiss and him pressing her down so that she lay on the futon. Again his hands were on the loose and slithered from her thigh, over her hips and stomach up to her breasts, gently seizing them before going down over her collarbone and kissing her left one. Her chest bucked towards him as his hot breath brushed her nipple and she was gasping for air. Suddenly she realized that he still had his clothes on.

Immediately he felt her hands pulling him up by the collar. "You know how long I waited for this day? The day I could see your naked body up close," she breathed into his ear. Before he could ask what the 'up close'-part meant her hands slid into the collar by his neck and her fingers started exploring his chest. The kimono couldn't keep the mass and it started slipping over his shoulders. Sango's hungry eyes feasted on her achievement. His muscular chest finally up close! The houshi turned his head slowly and had an astonished look in his eyes. "Are you saying you spied on me once?" Sango chuckled and pressed her lips against his.

"Why once?" Then at first gently and slowly their tongues twisted and danced. She couldn't get enough of him. They had waited way too long.

Sango broke away to catch her breath and right away he assaulted her neck once more. She gasped as he placed soft kisses on the nape of her neck. Her hands had a will of their own, for they started wandering south and tugged on his knot that kept the rest of his clothes attached to his body. 'Am I desperate or what?' Sango asked herself but couldn't answer.

However the houshi reached further down to a familiar spot. "I assume you don't mind this anymore?" he teased as he felt every curve.

"For tonight," she smiled back and pulled him up by the collar to taste his lips again.

His warmth and closeness made her gasp and she realized how much he wanted her and she wanted him. Her fingers finished tugging off his belt and continued helping him out of the sleeves. His naked body made her wriggle beneath him and the temperature was rising. Her thighs rubbed against his and made him groan.

The monk looked down upon her with insecure eyes. "Sango…"

"It's okay, for the first time you have my permission beforehand," she grinned. Satisfaction was written all over his face.

"I'm ready," she uttered for she felt his now enlarged erection pressing against her inner thigh. "Sango, I heard that women…" he started.

"I know, I heard that too; just make it worth it, Miroku." Hearing his actual name pass her lips felt like electricity zap through his body. The monk positioned himself. He opened his mouth to say something when she interrupted with "Wait!" He already wanted to retreat when she suddenly reached up and pulled away the hair band that kept his hair back as long as he could remember. The mere sight of him with loose hair and his sweat covered body almost made her juices spill. "Now."

Miroku dove for her lips, breathed what sounded like an apology and placed his hand on her hips. And thrust into her.

Sango felt as if being broken. His mouth suffocated her screams, her nails dug into his back; her whole body tensed and unwanted tears spilled out of her eyes. To top it off, the rusty smell of blood filled the room.

Miroku was aware of all this of course. Men always talked when they finally claimed their women. Most said they bled and suffered pain, but after that…

Pain was the last thing he wanted Sango to have, though his urge to claim her wouldn't lessen. As he broke away from her lips to catch his breath, Sango squeezed her eyes shut. "You want me to stop?" he asked worriedly. "No!" she almost shouted. Pearls of sweat were gathering on her forehead. "No, it's fine. I felt worse and besides, I trust you."

Miroku smiled weakly and continued to penetrate her. He kept his rhythm slow and clutched her hand to ensure her. After a few minutes the monk felt her body loosen up. Her head kicked back, exposing her whole throat. Miroku plunged for it and he heard her groan "Deeper."

He looked at her with a questioning face however the taijiya didn't want to repeat herself and simply wrapped her legs around his, letting him enter with his full length. Her hips started bucking towards him, making him groan. Nails withdrew from his back and were replaced with her palms resting on his bottom, clutching a hand full. "Your ass isn't bad either," Sango smirked and assaulted his collar bone with hot, wet lips. Miroku moaned and quickened his pace. His hand slid towards her thigh, massaging it thoroughly. "You can have mine if I can have yours."

Now both were gasping for breath, nearing their peak. Sango now moved along with his rhythm, her behind rubbing against the futon. "M-Miroku!" she yelped as at last, her juices exploded. The monk forced himself in her, reaching her deepest point and released into her. After that he collapsed on her, inhaling her scent. She stroked his hair, her chest moving up and down vividly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Miroku said and a shudder was sent through his body by Sango's cold glare. "I'm sure it wasn't for you. Lech," she murmured and rolled him to the side so that she had the upper hand. "Okay, I have to admit towards the end it was satisfying."

"Nice to know." They both chuckled and gently kissed. "You're mine, at last my dear Sango, if I may say so."

"You may. You may also say I love you," she suggested. "I love you more than anything," he exclaimed and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her fully. "I love you too, Miroku," she answered and kissed his chest. The monk smiled and closed his eyes. "I know," he mumbled, closing his and was falling asleep. 'So the rumor that men are tired after sex is confirmed.' Sango told herself. All was over, all had ended happily. As she laid her head on his chest she saw the horrible shouki wounds that would remain until he died. That was proof for his love. She never wanted him to suffer so much for her. But that's why she loved him so much. Her fingers stroked the scars and she kissed them. The taijiya couldn't help but feel sad and stroke his chest until she too fell asleep.