Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha franchise… obviously.
Author's Note: Winner of the Inuyasha Issekiwa Drabble Competition – Tryst.
Their eyes met and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
Later that night, when everyone was sound asleep, a figure stirred. Silently, it crept over to the other side of the dying embers.
Miroku was awake, waiting for her. "I always look forward to our midnight trysts, my dear Sango."
Even in the darkness, he could still see her face flame. "Pervert."
He sighed as she sat down cross-legged in front of him. Placing his hands on her shoulders lightly, the monk began rubbing them, pressing his thumbs along the contours of her shoulder blades. Sango sighed happily, relaxing into his touch.
"Mmm… that's good, Houshi-sama… yes, right there. Yesss…"
Kami-sama, that man has magic hands.
Miroku turned his attention to her spine and lower back, massaging them in circular motions. "Sango, why do we have to sneak around like this? It's just a simple massage."
Sango fidgeted a little, blushing at his words. "…They'd think we were doing… something worse. Especially when you're involved."
He chuckled softly. "Do you want to do something worse, Sango?" His hands glided down her waist, applying pressure to the knotted muscles at the base of her spine. Sango tensed, and then relaxed again, feeling the aches and pains recede from her body.
Finally he was done.
"Thank you, Houshi-sama."
Miroku smiled. "Anytime, Sango," he murmured, watching her sneak back to her bedroll. He was already looking forward to tomorrow night.