A/N: I don't own Inuyasha.
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Sango had fallen into a trap. The same one. Again.
She didn't know how he came to be so close to her, or how she came to be staring at his eyes.
"Sango, you are truly the prettiest woman I have ever met. Any girl would be the luckiest in the world if they possessed half your beauty."
That's it, she thought grimly, him and his words. His constant, annoying, charming, enthralling words, and – and his stupid deep violet eyes, stupid perfect facial features, stupid...gorgeous black hair pulled in a tiny stupid ponytail...Where was I going with this?
"Surely someone as intelligent as yourself would understand this humble houshi?"
"Oh, I understand you just fine, pervert," Sango snapped.
I suppose he says the same thing to every girl he meets, she thought a little sadly. Well, he won't get to me with his insert-girl's-name phrases.
Sango started building up her defenses, getting ready for anything he might toss her way.
Miroku stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"My taijiya," he said softly.
He – he could have said that to other women, Sango thought desperately as she felt her iron defences crumbling. Like my princess, or my miko...um, my girl or lady sound too commonplace...my woman? She almost made a face as she recalled Kouga's declarations of love for Kagome.
She didn't get much further when Miroku hugged her tighter and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"My Sango."
What could she do but melt in his arms?
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What is he to me? she wondered. She thought of a few, but one in particular made her giggle.
"What is it, Sango?" Miroku asked.
Sango tilted her chin up and looked him in the eyes.
"My hentai."
When Miroku sighed (was that a hint of amusement?), she whispered to him.
"My houshi...My Miroku."
A/N: I was originally going to end the story at 'What could she do but melt in his arms?' It sounds fine if you only read up to there, but I couldn't resist adding the last part. R&R!