Tangled and Woven
Rated: M
Pairing: San/Mir
Written for a challenge on livejournal. Max amount of words 500. Please don't complain that its short or rushed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
The smell of alcohol held strong in the night air.
"Mir-mir oku..." Sango giggled out, her hands fishing out for said person's robes which had become bunched between a thorn bush. "They're starting to rip..." She snorted, her face turning red from the laughter.
Miroku meanwhile was finding it hard to untangle himself from the bush with so much sake running through his veins. Every time he thought the fabric was starting to come loose, it only seemed to be more tangled and his irritation grew. "Damn it all, why won't this come loose!"
Inching closer, Sango noticed thorns pricking his legs. "Um, let me try and help." She tried sobering up her expression as her hands started to work on the purple and black robes. One thorn at a time, the fabric came loose. Soon, Miroku came free from the thorn bush, along with multiple holes riddling his robes, still he was grateful.
"Thank you Sango." He sighed in gratitude. Before he could finish his sentence though, the sound of something ripping sounded out, shredding any hope he'd managed to salvage. "Um, Sango..."
There was a faint giggle followed by silence. "Yes?"
Cool air hit his backside, making a shiver crawl up his spine. "What just happened?"
"Your robes tore."
Miroku pinched his the bridge of his nose. "How bad?"
He could hear the woman shifting her weight to one side as her head tilted, examining the travesty. "Not bad..." She breathed a little hard.
Ears perking at the sound, Miroku looked to find Sango's cheeks flaming red along with eyes hazing. "What's not bad?"
Her eyes snapped wide as her mouth fell open. "Uh, um...your...ass...tear I mean. The tear isn't that bad..." Why was it so hard to speak all of a sudden? And why did she ogle the man's back so intently to almost reaching out and grabbing it firmly in her hands.
But it seemed her she'd been caught. Violet eyes watched with mirth as she tried to turn away. Two steps and she felt a prick on her ass making her jump up.
Miroku's eyes wide in alarm, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the bush. "You alright?"
She nodded but found he was busy checking her backside with his hand. Normally, she would have left an impressive hand print on his face, but something stopped her. Instead, she felt herself actually leaning into his intrusive hand, purring at his touch. His fingers started grope then massage; hers reaching inside of his robes. It felt wrong yet right all at once. Not exactly experienced in this, Sango went along, her hands groping his cock as he thrusted into her hand.
He pinched her ass and she squeaked, her body brushing up against his. The friction between their bodies caused them both to moan. And just like that, she began to grind up against him, hitting his sensitive flesh, wishing for her own pleasure.
"Sango...Miroku..." Inuyasha called.
"Shit!" They ran.