*A/N: You asked for it, so here it is - Long Nights is now a collection of one-shots! Also, i'll try my best to alternate between lemons and non-lemons, just so it doesn't start to get repetitive. Enjoy, guys!
Story: Long Nights (Collection).
Chapter: Two: Cooking up a Storm.
Summary: If Miroku didn't know any better, he'd say she was trying to seduce him...
Rating: M (lemon).
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Cooking up a Storm!
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You'll pay for that.
Miroku glared up at his wife, sweat trickling down his brow. She was cooking. Innocent enough, he thought, apart from one thing. The god-damn carrot she was supposed to be chopping, was instead being stroked...quite sensuously, actually. He may even have dismissed that if it weren't for the lustful look she'd been giving him the whole time. He watched, palms sweaty as her slender hands trailed up the length of the carrot, stopping at the top and then running back down slowly. Then she gave him the look again. Her long eyelashes batted, twice. Damn it! She's doing that on purpose! She has to be... He lifted the block of wood he'd been cutting and placed it down on his knee, his eyes deliberately avoiding her. If he wasn't imagining things, he'd think Sango had been trying to seduce him all day. From when she got up, to now.
So far, she had 'accidentally' put her kimono on backwards, which resulted in her 'accidentally' having to striptease for him. A striptease she denied completely, before spilling his tea all over his pants and offering to wipe it for him. Then later, he'd come home to find her bent over her washing, her skirt riding up, showing just enough leg to get his creativity going, and a good enough view of her toned ass to get him rock hard. And then there was this. He watched with desperation as she brought the carrot to her lips slowly, poking her tongue out, before...
-CRUNCH- She bit down hard on the carrot, biting a huge chunk out of it, making him flinch.
"Mmm...these are so nice! I'm definitely choosing these again." She exclaimed, looking over at him, her fist holding up the decapitated carrot. He gulped, his eyes trailing back to his piece of wood, his heart racing, his groin tightening.
"Want a bite?" She asked, her voice low and seductive. Almost a purr. His head shot up and he saw the heated look in her eyes. His thoughts immediately scattered.
"No, thank you." He answered simply, picking up his small hammer. She let out a long sigh.
"Are you sure? But it's just so...juicy..." He licked his dry lips.
"A little too juicy for a carrot." He mumbled. He heard her giggle.
"Tell me, would you prefer them soft? Or firm?" She asked, emptying the last of the chopped carrots into the pot of boiling water in front of her. Miroku let his hammer hover over the nail he'd put into the wood and groaned. His manhood throbbed.
"Firm, actually." She quirked a brow.
"Oh? Why so?"
"I find they're easier to swallow. Wouldn't you say so, darling?" He asked, looking up at her. She stared back at him, feeling her face flush.
"Dinner will be about an hour." She said abruptly. He nodded and slammed the hammer down, once. Anything to keep from ripping her clothes off there and then.
"What can I possibly do for a whole hour?" Twice.
"Seen as the children are at Kaede's..." Three times.
"The whole house is empty, fancy that..." He suddenly let the hammer drop back onto the floor with a clunk and pushed the piece of wood aside, before marching up to her and scooping her up off the floor.
"Oh, did you have something in mind?" She burst out laughing as he carried her into the house and pushed her up against the door, slamming it shut. He hurriedly pulled her kimono tie loose just as her sandals dropped onto the floor beneath them. The tie finally fluttered to the floor, leaving her exposed to him. He grinned at her, his hands holding her legs up either side of his hips.
"Maybe. Did you?" He growled, pressing himself into her. She bit her lip and threw her arms around his neck.
"I can't believe you lasted this long!" She laughed.
"What do you mean?" He asked. She poked a finger at his chest.
"All day I've been practically begging for your attention, and you've been so oblivious-"
"-oblivious? You have to be joking. If it weren't for the children being there, I'd have taken you at breakfast!" She looked amused and pressed herself against him, making him groan again.
"So you've been wanting me since breakfast?" She whispered into his ear, making him shiver.
"Before that actually, when you started undressing suddenly this morning-" She cut him off, kissing him soundly on the lips, burying her fingers in his hair. He sighed and reached up to touch her breasts, making her gasp. He suddenly had an idea.
"So does this mean you've been wanting me just as long?" He asked, running his hands down to her stomach, his fingers stopping just above her pubic hair. She wiggled a little and nodded, her face flushed. He ginned and fingers disappeared down into her, making her moan his name softly. He watched her face as he pumped his fingers in and out, listening as she begged him not to stop. Her internal muscles clenched around him, her gasps of delight getting louder by the second. He leaned down to kiss her breast, letting his tongue circle her perk breasts. Only a few minutes later and she shattered, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He breathed her sweet scent in and then let his head rest on her shoulder, feeling her finally relax and listening to her try to catch her breath. For a few minutes she lay limp in his arms, her eyes closed, her hands stroking his hair softly. She was just about to suggest he find them a bed, quickly, when he suddenly looked up at her, deep in thought.
"What's wrong?" She asked. He shook his head and smiled at her dishevelled appearance, a glint in his dark eyes.
"I was just wondering..." his hands finally pulled his robes loose and they tumbled down to the floor.
"What exactly were you doing with that carrot?"