Even though they insisted, Kagome refused their offer of them spending the night. The young miko gave them a so-called "CD-Player with batteries" and a CD with the "Vienna Waltz" on it. A western dance that she would show them next time she visits. Sango and Miroku were fascinated by this little box which made harmonic sounds with weird instruments.

After a long good-bye Inuyasha and Kagome disappeared in the distance. Sango was still waving when Miroku groped her ass again. This time she didn't even mind and gave him and indifferent smile. "Now let's tend to the house. There's a lot of cleaning to do, my love," she exclaimed and as she turned around gave him a slap on his butt. The monk watched her walk away with his eyebrows raised.

The taijiya cleaned the rest of the day, shaking the futons, undusting furniture and sweeping the floor, tending to the graves etc. Miroku did most of the work outside, removing wood and repairing outside damages. They both worked into the night and were glad when they could finally rest on the futon, next to each other.

Now came the weird part. The houshi couldn't tell if Sango was willing to sleep with him again. He definitely wanted to repeat yesterday night. Asking would be pretty embarrassing.

Sango didn't seem bothered at all. He had to make a move before she fell asleep. His hand started wandering towards her thigh.

"Don't even think about it," Sango murmured, eyes closed. "I'm tired today."

He couldn't hide his disappointment of being rejected and was strangely ashamed that he had to blush. His head rapidly turned away from her to conceal it. 'What? Did you expect to have sex every day?' He had to admit to himself 'Yes.'

Suddenly he felt her hands groping for his collar opening of his night robe. "Is it possible to change my mind, houshi-sama?"

"If you drop the houshi-sama and say Miroku instead, I might consider it," the houshi answered joyfully and turned around. She pulled him on her and found his lips. She kissed him passionately, biting his lower lip followed by her tongue forcing itself past his teeth. They forgot to breathe, only sharp gasps of breath making use of the short openings between their mouths. Tonight the barriers were gone, she had been taken, the pain of becoming a wife over. All what was left was passion and lust.

The simple night robes were quickly tossed away and Miroku instantly broke away, kissing his way down her neck. He stopped at her breasts, gently kissing the soft flesh. Sango moaned as he suckled slow then letting his teeth scrape the erect nipple. His hand clutched the other.

Sango felt the heat rising between her legs, pulsing, wanting. Yesterday had been nothing compared to this. She was her old confident self again.

The taijiya pulled him up again, nibbling on his earlobe. Her hot breath hissing: "I'm getting impatient here." Her delicious legs rubbed against his thighs, making sure he felt her wet womanhood. They both saw the pure lust in each others eyes; all the feelings they had had to suppress now unleashed.

Miroku's erection was throbbing as she licked the vein of his neck, aiming for his collarbone. His hot, heavy breath proved how fast his heart was racing. He couldn't take it any longer…

"Don't hold back tonight," she whispered and her hand had unconsciously wandered south, touching his manhood. That gave him an electric shock.

He entered her abruptly making her buck towards him. Feeling his body rocking back and forward Sango wrapped her legs and arms around him. She wanted all of it. In his ecstasy his hands needed something to grab and decided to rest on her tender breasts. Both panted heavily, moaning and gasping, pleasure burning in their eyes. Sango desperately searched for his lips, something to add to the sensation of their mingling of juices. His movements became rougher and faster, driven by desire. She didn't complain.

Miroku reached her deepest point and she was at her peak. The monk wasn't and continued. His hand wandered down and now rested on his favourite ass. Her complete upper body arched towards him, fingernails dug into his back for support. Finally he thrusted into her fiercly, releasing his seeds. He collapsed next to her, never believing that he could loose his senses like that and be such an animal. Their chests rose and fell, not realizing how much they had missed yesterday.

"Not bad my love," Sango mentioned wiping her forehead which was pearled with sweat.

"Sango, can you bear it? I must have you again," he blurted out. He hadn't had enough of her?!

She giggled. "Under two conditions…"

"Anything," he mumbled already nibbling on her earlobe.

"One, I love the taste of your tongue. Two…" she combed through his hair and untied the few stands that were still held together, "always let your hair loose before sex."

"Always, my love," he hissed and their bodies melted again.