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Rose petals lay in a thin layer above the silk covers and pillows. The sweet fragrance seemed to follow the bed's owner as she walked from room to room. Candles were lit throughout the house, causing a hazy glow.
The smell of spaghetti slipped out of the kitchen, filling her nose with its alluring aroma. The hostess of that evening's activities quickly checked the boiling spaghetti and the baking garlic bread. She smiled softly as she tasted the spaghetti sauce, "Perfect" she murmured.
She quickly checked all the rooms of her home for decoration perfection. A banner hung in the kitchen, reading "Surprise!" and a picture of the day they were married had been set on the coffee table.
It had been three years to the day that her husband, Miroku, had stood in front of Niagara Falls and exchanged their vows. A romantic dinner should set the mood for a romantic night.
She adjusted her apron, the only thing she was wearing, besides a smile. 'Tonight is going to be amazing,' she thought excitedly and her hazel eyes twinkled with delight. She could picture his strong arms picking her up about her waist then carrying her to the bedroom. Pressed against his hard body she would run her fingers through his short black hair and nibble along his neck and ear… "Tonight is going to be amazing," Sango Tanaka reassured herself.
Half an Hour Later…
"He should be home any minute…" she scolded herself as she quickly finished writing a love note. Then she would turn off all the lights, leaving the note by the table. It read of sweet nothings and to meet her in the kitchen for his surprise. She smiled to herself as she wrote, deliciously wicked thoughts of their bodies writhing under the candlelight filling her mind. She placed the letter where he would easily see it. Being that she usually worked evenings she often left notes for him, she only hoped he'd actually read this one.
As she set the letter down her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey Sweetie, how's work going?" Her husband asked, not knowing she's stayed home to prepare a surprise for him.
"Alright, can't wait to see you baby." Sango said smiling as she twisted her apron strings.
"Just wanted to let you know you'll probably beat me home tonight. After work I'm going out for drinks with some people from work." Miroku explained.
"Oh," she replied disappointed, "So, you'll be out till 9ish?"
"More like 11," Miroku replied with a chuckle, "If I don't have your hot body to come home to, I might as well entertain myself."
She wanted to keep the surprise a secret, but he was making it so damn difficult. "But, uh, baby…"
"Come on babe, all the other wives let their husbands" he teased. Sango was a tad possessive at times and usually it was hot, this was not one of those times. "You can trust me."
"It's not that… I, uhh, just needed you to do some stuff at home for me." She replied lamely. Her palm met her forehead in a quick secession of slaps, 'Idiot!'
"Sango, I can do whatever you want when I get home, no matter what time it is" He replied with a placating tone. He really didn't want to fight with her, the couch was really uncomfortable, but he had to assert himself sometimes.
"Fine, just do it when you get home!" Sango hissed into the phone as she began to stomp about the house.
"Hey…" Miroku Tanaka began, but Sango had already hung up the phone. She tended to have a short fuse sometimes. Miroku just brushed off her attitude, blaming it on some lady problem. They'd only been married about three years and apparently she'd gone insane. So, he grabbed up his jacket and met his co-workers at the elevator.
"He forgot…that Bastard! I go to all this trouble and he'd rather go to a filthy fucking bar!" She snarled as she threw cups full of water at the lit candles. Then she jumped on the bed, ruining her beautiful arrangement of rose petals. She then moved to the kitchen, grabbing the food and throwing it at the trashcan. Most hit the wall and landed on the floor but she didn't care, HE could handle it when HE got home!
That thought just fueled her rage more. She grabbed the love letter and ripped it up, leaving paper confetti all over the house. She took off her apron and flung it at a picture of them on the coffee table.
"Asshole!" she shouted. She knew she was being childish, but she hadn't had the opportunity to spend more then five hours at a time with her husband for the past three weeks, and this was going to be their one real night together, no interruptions. Lady Logic: Now, not only had stood her up after all her hard work, the son of bitch forgot their wedding anniversaries… fuck it, times like these called for hard liquor.