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Chapter 4:

I couldn't help, but whimper beneath his robes, as he rasped the sweet, kind words. His breath fanned over me, warming me on contact. I buried my head into his heated chest, lightly touching the thick fabric.

He did care. I didn't know whether to dance or cry at the moment. I could feel my chest grow warm; the chilled feeling had melted from his words. My body, however, reacted by silencing itself. I still was the odd little girl, unsure of what to do in certain situations.

Miroku seemed relaxed now that the forbidden words had escaped his lips. His shoulders lowered and his arms loosely fell around my waist. I couldn't help, but blush at the contact. He didn't seem to notice, however. Once again, he was deep in thought.

I watched him for awhile, my eyes scanning his own. He seemed far away. His features dulled and his lavender eyes lowered. He was thinking again. I wished he wouldn't think like that any longer.

"Sango." I jumped hearing my name precipitate from his lips. His voice sounded lazy and dull. He looked down at me, his lavender eyes scanning my frame. I could feel them concentrating, scrutinizing me. I hated them when they did that. He would usually grope me after such a stare. I could feel myself begin to glare at him, my body reacting on instinct. I was surprised when Miroku pulled my frame against his.

He held me there, as I protested. I didn't exactly know why I was against this type of contact. I suppose it was my nervous behavior again. My arms tried to pry myself away from him. He merely chuckled at my futile attempts and held me to him, intimately wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Please, forgive me." He exasperated, his ebony locks falling in front of his eyes, as he forced his lips onto mine. I struggled against him, still confused and unsure of this, but I gradually relaxed into the sweet kiss. He was gentle, his lips lightly caressing my own. It was short, but the contact left me speechless.

We were silent then. I could hear the chilled wind tear at us, trying to pry our loose robes from us, but I was not cold. I was warmer than I'd ever felt in my life. My body felt as if it were on fire. I stared into Miroku's lavender eyes in consolation. He merely stared back, his gaze scanning over me. I wasn't sure what feeling was present within his orbs; they looked hesitant, yet something about them made me lean toward him again.

"Miroku…" I muttered; my voice dulled so only he could hear my words.

He just watched me, his eyes locked onto mine; he blinked quickly then, as if snapped out of a trance. His hands clasped me tighter around my waist, showing he was listening. I smiled admiring how comfortable this position was.

My hands found his chest, then. He jumped at the contact of my slender fingers on his muscular breasts, but he quickly relaxed to the sensation. I don't know what possessed me to do the rest. Right now, I'd call it instinct, almost an animal-instinct.

I gently molded myself into him, filling the little space that had been between us. He grunted slightly and continued to stare at me. I leaned into his left ear, almost as a child does to a trusted friend.

I watched him watch me as I whispered. "Touch me."

Miroku closed his lavender orbs in contemplation. I stared at him strangely. Normally, I wouldn't have to beg him to do such "activities." I could feel a sense of impeding rejection in the air.

He slowly opened his orbs and turned to face me. I smiled weakly at his strong expression. He looked stoic, showing no emotion toward the advance.

"You love me don't you, Sango?" He breathed, almost in anger.

I watched his eyes grow stern, almost as if he was talking to a poorly, behaved child. My eyes began to water again, almost instantly. Why was he like this? He had kissed me, hadn't he and he still wouldn't comply.

"Miroku…." The name was stuttered as it fell from my trembling lips. I could feel my body begin to shake again. Miroku simply watched, apparently awaiting an answer.

"I'm….I'm…sor-." I stuttered quietly.

His arms reached up my sides, gently touching at my lean figure. I was left speechless, my eyes wide with surprise. His hands felt warm, comforting. I grew used to the contact and began to whimper as he moved over sensitive areas.

His hands roamed up to cup my neck, ravenously. My eyes widened as he pulled me into a deep kiss. I was left so dumb-founded, that I forgot my hands and let them lay at my sides. He sucked lightly on my bottom lip, trying hard to go as slow as possible. I wasn't surprised to find that his kisses were so advanced and his tongue to be so nimble. His tongue entered my mouth instantly. It stroked the rim of my mouth and my own, slow moving tongue as well.

Just when I began to understand the rhythm of the contact, he pulled away, smirking lightly at his work. My lip was slightly swollen from the hungry kiss.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine slightly, before murmuring huskily. "Because I know I'm in love with you."

My eyes widened, as I tried to find the words to exasperate back. I couldn't find my voice, however and just complied as he pushed me up against the wall, his body molded with my own. He was warm and I loved every minute of his heated hands on my body. He hands started at my waist, and moved to my abdomen, kneading the flesh there. I whimpered lightly, my hands threading through his ebony locks.

I began to feel very hot then; my body desired his touch. But the more contact I received, the more I became dissatisfied. I wanted, no needed more.

He moved up to my chest then, almost hesitantly (I think he thought I'd scold him). I reacted instinctively by leaning into him, my back arching into his palms. He squeezed me lightly, watching my expressions of pleasure. I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth as he continued the fondling. My nipples began to strain against the fabric of my kimono. I wanted to be free so badly, to have the desire growing within me quenched.

He stopped then, and latched his lips to my neck. I didn't know what to do then. I closed my eyes and intook the pleasure he was giving me. My desire, however, was still left thirsty. My senses began to become heightened from the attention. I could smell his evergreen hair, could see small beads of perspiration on his forehead, and feel every object I came in contact with, with extreme detail.

I wanted to touch him then, to give him the extreme pleasure he was giving me. I was still a novice with this contact, however. I found myself, reaching lower into his robes, searching for that sensitive spot.

I knew I had found it when Miroku's lavender eyes widened and his chest vibrated almost giving a low grown. I began to stroke it, lightly squeazing it every now and then. Miroku began to moan (rather loudly as the attention continued). I watched his face begin to relax, his eyes rolling back into his head. He began to raise himself then and grow harder. I began to pump my hand faster into his, noticing his reactions were becoming heightened. His hips began to pump into my palm as well.

Just as Miroku seemed ready to cum, he grasped my wrist and pulled me from his crotch. His had grown ragged and heavy; he had begun to lean against me, his knees slightly shaking.

"We have to move to the bedroom…" He murmured, breathlessly. "I don't think I can stand much longer."

I could feel my chest fill with contentment.

Love is always beautiful….

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