To Have
Rated: M (sexual content)
Pairing: San x Mir
AN: This is a small bit of love between the slayer and monk. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the characters. But they are bit of fun to play with.
Droplets of sweat beaded across skin. Eyes crossed paths with another lighter, hazed set that looked down. Miroku pinched a rosy nipple, making Sango moan from the pleasure of it as pain shot through her body. It was quite different. Always hearing the stories from the men at her village when no one noticed her presence that pain gave bountiful erotic pleasure at times; Sango never knew it could have felt quite like this.
She felt lips sucking gently against her throat, making her swallow hard as she tried to manage a breath. Everything seemed to turn the heat in her body up. Even the slightest brush of his hands against her skin brought so much arousal to her that she nearly had come every time.
It was incredible; it was torture.
She heard the humorous chuckle above her and nearly raised her hand to knock back the man's amusement. He was getting joy of torturing her.
For some reason, she should have felt annoyed at that, but didn't.
Instead her hand swam into the dark locks of jet black hair as the monk worked his hands down her body, toward her most sensitive place.
The tayiji pulled the man down to smother him a searing kiss that caused a moan to rumble against her smiling lips.
If he could play the game, then she was more than happy to beat him at it.
"You know," she murmured, causing Miroku to stop and stare at her with question.
Bits of raven hair fell into his blue eyes. Her hand reached up and brushed it away.
Without warning, her finger slipped down to his parted lips and trailed lightly, just barely dipping into its warmth. Miroku instantly pulled her index finger captive in his mouth when it was close enough to steal.
He could swear the woman was purring as her eyes watched while he suckled her finger like it was ambrosia.
Oh, how he did love the taste of her.
He voiced to her how much she tasted like the purist thing he'd ever known existed. She blushed, like he guessed she would and took advantage of it as he slipped his mouth to hers. Instantly, eyelids fluttered shut as she bent back, allowing him to posses the kiss.
If he had died and gone to heaven, then it truly was paradise. Sango maneuvered her arms about his neck as she circled a fingertip on the back of his neck.
A tingle went up his spine.
"Yes, my dear Sango?" He asked after he felt her finger trail lightly down his back.
A smile pulled at her lips when he shivered under her hand.
Apparently, his dearest was in it to win.
Her hand cupped him firmly and gave a hard squeeze that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Yes, his mind moaned, win it all.
Fin