The Rose
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Written for Inuerotica's Tickled Pink Challenge.
Pairing: Sango x Miroku
Rated: NC-17/M
He had heard her crying in the darkening night while everyone slept. The soft sniffles twisted his heart in pain. She sat in the lake's water, her eyes downcast.
Quietly, he approached the young woman whose back had been turned to him. She was exquisite in the pale moonlight, allowing droplets of light to play across her smooth skin.
Strikingly beautiful even for someone like himself who had seen many women in his life, she stood out the most amongst the crowd. She lightly wiped the cascading droplets of water, ducking her head and body beneath the cool crisp lake water before reemerging, black hair slick against her slightly scared back. The miko once had mentioned to him about it, telling him that even though it was healing, she felt the slayer grew sad by the mark, thinking it caused for her to be unworthy for anyone's life. He doubted that. She was much too beautiful to feel this way.
But he watched as her pearly pink lips trembled as her fingers grazed her back when she brushed her hair to the side. Could it be true? Did she truly believe herself to be ugly?
Without quite thinking, the monk stepped out from his hiding place, his robes falling to the ground along with his common sense to be wary of his own health. Sango had her anger as well and if she even felt the need to bring up her guard, she no doubt would strike him for what he was about to do.
Taking a deep breath for courage, the monk slipped his hand toward the naked shoulder that shook. An inch from her, both of her shoulders stiffened and Sango turned to face him. Her eyes were puffy and her nose pink from all her crying. His beautiful Sango even now made him go hard.
Not a word spoken, he brought her naked form to his, holding her tightly to him as he coddled her, 'sshing' her as he kissed each of her eyelids, pink cheeks and nose, and finally her perfect mouth.
A light moan filtered into his mouth as her fingers tangled themselves behind his head and into his inky black locks. His uncursed hand slipped down, deep into the water where he spread her legs apart. The slayer gasped her eyes as wide as saucers but did not push away from him and allowed his fingers to lightly tease her inner thighs before reaching her folds. Testing her, he slipped a finger into her, allowing her to accept it then added a second while stroking the hood of her with his thumb. Immediately, Sango fell forward, her ample breasts pressing into his chest causing him to heave from the excitement.
She pushed him closer, wanting more. With grace and steadiness, he entered her beautiful body, letting her know just how much he loved her, like a battered rose from long winter nights – everlastingly beautiful.
"My Sango," He kissed her lips, tasting her pink lips.