This is a one-shot prequal to my other Sango and Sesshoumaru fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
"Isn't it beautiful," she asked, her ebony locks flowing about her shoulders, tiny beads of water pouring down her skin.
"Yes," I replied, "It is. . ."
"Come out here," she nearly squealed.
"I do not wish to get wet," I said, but I wanted to, more than she could ever know.
"Yes you do," she giggled, spinning in circles, her arms flinging about as she did so.
"You should come in," I nearly laughed at her childish antics, but kept quiet so as not to encourage her, "You will catch cold."
"Not if I dry off when I decide to come in," she said with a frown, her brow wrinkling in mild displeasure, "Please, Sesshoumaru?"
"Very well," I sighed, shaking my head, unfastening my tie.
She smiled brightly, running straight into my arms, her wet hands pulling my close to her.
"You will ruin your dress," I muttered as she pressed her lips to mine.
"I have other dresses, Sesshoumaru," she whispered against my lips.
"So you do," I murmured, pushing my fingers into the dampness of her dark hair, pulling her lips back to mine.
She purred against me, her fingers trailing along my jaw, her teeth nipping at my lips.
I was helpless in her arms. There was nothing that I would not do for her. I was her slave, bound by things far stronger than chains. She had my heart in the palm of her tiny hands.
"What are you thinking about," she asked, lifting up to look at me, her head cocked to the side.
"I am thinking that it will be nearly impossible to get these grass stains out of my new Armani suit," I responded, unable to think of words to tell her what I was really thinking.
"I have reason to believe that you are lying to me, Sesshoumaru," she grumbled, her honey-brown eyes staring into my gold ones.
"I am thinking that you are the most troublesome woman in the world," I began, but stopped for a moment so that I could pull her back to me, pressing her cheek against my chest.
"Well that isn't very nice," she mumbled, pressing a kiss to my chest.
"Yet," I continued before she could interrupt me again, "I do not think that I could live without you."
"That's more like it," she huffed, giving me a light punch in the gut.
"Sango, dear," I whispered, moving so that I could push my self into a sitting position, my hand wrapping around her waist.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru," she questioned, looking up at me once more.
I reached into my pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, and I could see the light in her eyes as I handed it to her.
"I-is this. . . what I think it is," she asked, her eyes wide, and I couldn't tell if those were tears or rain drops streaming down her face.
"Sango, dear," I murmured into her ear, pressing my lips against her temple, "Will you marry me. . .?"
She squealed and threw her arms around my neck, pushing me back to the ground. I grunted and patted her back, a slight smirk crossing my lips.
"I will take that as a yes," I purred as she showered me with kisses.
She sobbed quietly and I held her until she got a hold on herself, then lifted her chin with my long fingers. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, her head resting upon my shoulder.
I leaned back in the grass, my arm wrapped around her waist, the other cradling my head, "You know, Sango, dear. . . There's something sexy about the rain. . ."