Fruitful Inspiration
Written in answering a challenge on LJ. The drabble had to include 'leap' of some sort. It's short. I know, it's supposed to be.
Rated: M (there be lemon here)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Miroku/Sango
She had taken a big leap of faith in what she was about to do.
Closing her eyes, her hands fell toward the man's erection which patiently waited, almost knowing she hadn't done this before in her life.
"Miroku," She whispered, grabbing him and not knowing if she'd hurt him. He nodded, a sweat line trickling down his brow, urging her to continue. She did. Dropping her head down, she licked up the head, shocked that she found it a salty tang and her mouth hungrily started to suck. The monk bellowed a moan, his hand resting on her head, his fingers fisting her hair.
He hadn't told her to stop and she wasn't about to. Hungry for more, she moved forward, her hips resting against his as she sat in his lap and slowly seated herself down until he impaled her warm heat. They moaned, hair falling about, hiding their face. This man was incorrigible with his soft strokes and encouraging smirks that had her reeling to feel him inside of her.
With a long, slow move, she pulled herself up until she feared he would fall out completely before falling back down, his cock filling her to the hilt; she hissed in completion.
Damn, no wonder he wanted to bed her so much. It felt too damn good.
He thrust up, helping her reach that place where her body seemed to lift up into the air in a cocoon of ecstasy. Another, then another until finally she came with a cry, her body clenching him tightly, calling for him to follow which he did, filling her with his seed.
Collapsed and spent, Sango smirked. "Can we do that more often then just when you go leaping into your perverted thoughts?"
Miroku smirked, pulling his fiancé against his chest and chuckled, "Are you trying to run me to the ground with that sinful body of yours? Though, I have to admit it would be a good way to die."