Miroku awoke one fine and dewy, cold day to his beautiful wife, Sango. Her hair was out; this was how he liked it most, and she was still asleep lightly tossing. With his thumb he caressed her cheek, lips, and neck. She was lovely. Sango's eyes creaked halfway open and a lazy grin appeared.
"Good morning, Sango. You sleep well?"
"Mhm. My back is killing me though."
Miroku's handsome face puckered into a pouty distressed one. His blue eyes shimmered as a mischievous smile dawned.
"Sango…may I give you a massage?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why ever not? I promise no tricks this time."
"So you say. I'll just do some stretches and I'll be good to go."
Sango got up in her usual night clothing; it was the green one he favored for green suited her best, and started stretching. Miroku watched with lust and amusement. Sango was gifted with amazing demons laying skills, yes; he knew this very well for she was the finest of her breed but in every sense of the word. The lovely demon slayer had curves that Miroku found irresistible but best of all was her rear, which so happened to be voluptuous like the rest of her. While she was small everywhere else she had perfectly wide hips and given that Miroku's favorite place to stroke was a woman's bottom well it only made Sango all the more arousing and attractive in his mind.
"I know you're staring at me, Miroku."
"Should I not be? In the sunlight you look like a goddess."
Sango blushed bright red and smiled, knowing very well he was staring more so at her body; mainly her rounded rump than anything. She heard the shuffling of the covers moving along with Miroku walking, taking his time to get to her. Sango ignored him and continued to stretch until she found his hands around her waist, pulling her closer, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"Miroku stop that."
"Why?" He whispered sensual, caressing her bottom with joy, his whisper tickling her ear.
"Because, the children are home."
"Sango… it doesn't matter, my dear."
"It matters to me. They'll hear!"
"Not if we're quiet."
"HA! You honestly think-"
Miroku spun his wife around to meet his eyes that were clouded with blue lust and his foxy grin. He took her arms which were crumpled up against her chest and his and put them around his neck, then, let his hands wonder from her waist to her hips.
"Miroku…we can't"
He silenced her with a fiery kiss that stole her words, his finger tracing her throat. He could still make her blush, she was still shy, and he could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Sango, I'm not a demon, you don't have to fight me," He whispered low into her ear, sounding like a profit. Sango arched herself to his words. He was insatiable and unstoppable but he knew how to make Sango succumb to him with any simple word.
He continued an onslaught of kisses while cupping her bottom, feeling her warmth under the material. Unraveled, raw, and willing, this is how he liked her to be but she wasn't always. She fought him, she was powerful, she was mighty, and that was Sango in a nutshell but he liked it this way. Her fire kept him going and glued him to the spot, her fire is one of the reasons he chose her over the countless women in every village. Their passion was broken by a knock at the door. Sango looked at it, tousled and blushing.
"I'll get it," She said finally trying to brush her hair back into a pony tail.
"Oh no you won't, not in that."
"Why not? It's not revealing or anything."
"Nobody is allowed to see you like this. You are for my eyes only."
Sango's warm blushing face received four kisses before Miroku quickly pulled on his robe and tied his hair into the little ponytail. He answered the door to find a worried villager, named Hakken, who was rather young and meek with freckles dotting his face.
"Master Miroku where is lady Sano, we need her quick! There's a whole slew of demon bugs out there! It's an infestation."
"On my way," Shouted Sango, dressed and ready for action with her Hiraikotsu and Kirara following, fire collecting at her paws.
"Momma…where are you going?"
Sango stopped in her tracks to see her daughters rubbing their eyes and holding onto each other. She hugged them tight then kissed their foreheads.
"I've got to go do my job, now. Can you take care of your brother while I'm gone?"
"Yes Momma," They said in unison
"And make sure your father stays out of mischief, alright?"
They looked at each other and giggled. "Okay!"
"I'll be back soon. Miroku, take care of the kids while I'm out."
"Of course Sango. Be safe."
"I always am. Well I'm off, wish me luck."
Miroku watched his strong wife go off into battle, praying for her safety before turning to the sleepy daughters. They ran to him and gathered at his legs.
"Daddy, daddy! Good morning!"
"Morning both of my sunshine's. Are you hungry?"
"We want something sweet!"
They had a knack at speaking at the same time, sharing each other's thoughts and in any other context it would be creepy. They clung to his legs, one on each side, as he walked into the bedroom next to his and Sango's to check up on Chokichi. He was fast asleep still, a late riser always unlike his sisters who were up at the crack of dawn. He continued his trek into the kitchen to make his adorable daughters something to eat.
"Daddy, Daddy mommy is brave and strong!" Cried Kishi
"Daddy, Daddy, did you always love mommy so much?" Questioned Sachiko
"Not always," He answered making some dumplings with red bean paste, "She was my first love, my first true love."
"Daddy, Daddy, what do you love about momma?" Asked the curious Sachiko
"Everything," He responded, laughing a little.
"Daddy, Daddy, why does momma slap you when you touch her bottom?" drilled Sachiko, always full of good questions
Miroku shifted so he was standing taller, closed his eyes and let a little sweat drop fall down his forehead. He chuckled nervously as he finished the dumplings.
"Sometimes your mother doesn't like my wandering hands."
"Is it wrong to do so?" wondered Kishi
"Not at all, don't let your mother trick you; she loves when I do it."
"Then why does she slap you?" pondered Kishi
"Because your mother is a cold fish, that's why."
"A FISH!? Momma is a fish?!"
Oh boy now he was in it. He placed the plate of dumplings on the counter and lit an essence stick to cover the house in a sweet, chalky scent.
"Just eat your food and don't tell your mother about this, okay?"
"Sure Daddy, we won't tell."
Miroku heard a cry from the other bedroom. Chokichi. He rushed off to see what was the matter. The baby was lying on his back, hands fisted in the air and crying as loud as possible. Something smelled disgusting.
"There, there, let's get you changed. Up you go."
He lifted the smelly baby out of its crib and carried him over to the changing station. His diaper was heavy but then again it always was. He placed Chokichi on the table and unpinned his diaper to be welcomed by the putrid load his baby had for him.
"Oh dear…ugh…let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
Chokichi was a loud crier and nonstop at it too, until he was changed. Miroku disposed of the dirty diaper receiving a "EWWWW" from his daughters who were still eating. Now Chokichi was clean, fresh, and happy. He giggled as Miroku tossed him up then caught him.
"Oh us next Daddy!"
"You want to be tossed too, girls?"
"Yes yes!"
"Alright, who first?"
They always agreed on everything, they never fought, and they were polite enough to do whatever the other wanted, which was usually the same thing.
"You should go first Sister," Kishi spoke
"No you."
"You are the nicest."
"You are the smartest."
"You're both smart and kind, now Kishi first, is that alright?"
"Oh yes!"
"I think sister should go first!"
"Too bad. I make the rules around here now up you go."
"WHEEEEE! That was fun do it again!"
"Alright once more."
"HAHA! Sister it's your turn! You're going to love it."
"If you loved it then I will too!"
Miroku picked up Sachiko and tossed her in the air twice then placed her on the floor. He then carried baby Chokichi into the kitchen to feed him. He mashed up some vegetables then feed them to his son who hungrily ate it up, some green and orange spittle sliding down his cheek.
"Messy, messy little one."
"Daddy, were we messy?"
"Yes, terribly so and always puling Kirara's tail and tugging on uncle Inuyasha's ears."
"We were naughty children!"
"Yes, but not anymore."
"Daddy…will we become demon slayers too?"
"If you wish or you could become somebody who follows the path of the gods and dispels demons with sutras."
"Like you daddy?"
"Yes, like me."
"Daddy let's play hide and seek!"
"Yes, sister, let's do that! Can we?"
Miroku pat them each on the head. He loved his little daughters; they were the apples of his eyes but always asking questions and always talking. They were very social girls. He closed his eyes and started counting, thus giving them the queue to run and hide. He popped open one eye slowly and then the other.
"Where do you suppose their hiding, Chokichi?"
The baby babbled, he was just starting to string together letter to make nonsensical words. The front door swung open to reveal a sweat and blood covered battle-worn Sango and a tired of Kirara who had transformed into her kitten form and landed firmly on her little bed. The blood wasn't hers, Miroku could tell that much from the color and thickness, and her Hiraikotsu was pretty beat up. She closed the door with her foot and threw off her gas mask in a hurry.
"Sango, your back. I'm glad to see your alright."
"Those bug demons were pretty tough and we found out that there was a nest nearby so we moved the nest away and herded them along with it. I'm covered in demon blood and slime, I had a great day. How about you?"
"Average, nothing unusual. Certainly no giant bugs here."
Sango let her sweat covered hair out then opened the closet to place her Hiraikotsu inside when she jumped back and screamed.
"You found us!"
"Girls, what were you doing in there?"
"Hide and seek!"
Miroku put both girls under his arms, leaving the flopping around and giggling. He kissed his wife on the cheek tenderly.
"You're probably tired from all that fighting why don't you rest up and take a nice long hot soak?"
"I think I will, actually. Hello, there Chokichi, how's my big baby?"
"Gah!"
"Aww is my little baby eating his food like a big boy? Can you say mama?"
"Brrsshhka!"
"Close enough. I need some water."
"Momma likes water! Then it's true!"
Sango turned with the ladle of water to her lips. She quirked an eyebrow. "What's true?"
"Daddy said you were a cold fish!"
"Oh he did, did he?" She cast an angry glance at her husband who was nervously chuckling.
"Kids say the funniest things."
Sango continued her cold stare, crossing her arms.
"I'll sleep out here tonight."
"That won't be necessary."
"What?"
Sango chuckled then grabbed her daughters and placed them in their rooms. Miroku was shocked. Usually he would be in hot water for a comment like that but no, no sleeping outside. What was up? Sango stroked Miroku's chest with a leer. She got close to his ear and whispered;
"When the children are asleep I'll show you just how much of a cold fish I am."
Her whisper, her voice, it enthralled him. She walked away, swinging her hips as she entered the bed room, enticing him. A wide smile came upon his face as he watched her with sparkling eyes. He was lucky to be blessed with a woman with such a frame as hers and such an intelligent mind and willpower. She was no dainty flower, she was a tough rock with a soft side. She would slap him, she would fight demons, she would rebel, she would help others, she would cry, she would hurt, and she would stand her ground. He liked her like this and he wouldn't change a thing.