AN: What say you, Sango? Review if you like.

Blossom

Stage Four: Wrong

The taste of him was just what I thought it'd be. His lips were so soft... his embrace so strong... he has no idea of what he's done to me. It's crazy how a moment or two can completely change two... friends. But it shouldn't have happened. Now matter how right it felt.

That night, the tired travelers crowded around the fire, trying to warm themselves against the unusually cold air. Kagome wrapped herself within a blanket, Miroku had pulled his arms inside the sleeves of his robes, and Kirara had transformed into her larger form to warm her mistress. Sango glanced over her shoulder at Inuyasha, who sat away from the group and leaning against the trunk of a tree, a form of vegetation that he was apparently very attached to. He had his head bowed, staring at a group of pebbles he held in his hand. She knew that he was aware of her looking at him, so she turned around. She didn't want him looking at her either.

She felt bad about what happened earlier that day, and it was something that could never happen again. It shouldn't have happened the first time. Despite the feelings that it awakened within her that she forced to stay dormant, it was common knowledge among the group of friends that the hanyou belonged to the miko. And by some tragic ordination of fate, Sango would have to settle down with the lecherous monk. By all indications, she knew that he wasn't going to faithful to her by any means, but she also couldn't deny that no other man would want her. Men want delicate women, dainty and soft, not strong and muscular with skill that could surpass many weapon-wielding males. 'That's why Kagome is so sought-after,' she thought to herself, settling into Kirara's side. 'I'm the opposite of her, which explains why Miroku is the only man who could possibly want me. And his love for women is the only reason why he even looks at me.'

The sad realization swept over her, causing her to sigh. It was obvious to her; she could never have the male who made her body flare with heat when he held her close and kissed her deeply. Oh, how she wanted to faint in his arms! Even now, as she thought back to what happened that very afternoon, she could still feel his strong arm around her waist, pulling her to his body. If only he knew how a few seconds of their bodies touching could stimulate a yearning that went deeper than a few thoughts. Deeper than a wish. A longing. A longing that called for him to look her in the eyes and whisper her name, brush his lips across hers, hold her within a tight embrace... how she longed for that.

She looked back at him once more, depressed, then she looked away again and settled into Kirara's fur. She'd be warm for the night.

Inuyasha lifted his eyes cautiously, hoping not to catch her gaze. He didn't. Her dark hair peeked over the top of Kirara's fur, and he silently wished it was him who was holding her so close. Earlier that day when he kissed her, he was filled with confidence and he didn't want to let her go. Feeling her warmth leave him only made him crave her more. He could only imagine the next time they will touch lips and if it will stop there. The electricity he felt course through him the second their lips touched made him want to kiss her all over, and if Shippo hadn't come along...

He wondered if she was feeling the same way. She had to. A small voice in the back of his mind whined about Kagome, but he tuned it out. The girl from the future was the last thing on his mind. He never committed to her; she gravitated and attached herself to him. She was not his interest and while it would hurt her to know that, he could not take blame for it. The demonslayer was the only one he wanted. And now she knows it too.

The hanyou congratulated himself for going after Sango and letting her know what he thought of her. And the fact that she didn't reject him made the situation that much sweeter. A smile settled onto his face. The other male in the group noticed.

"Care to share why you are smiling, Inuyasha?" Miroku asked, a smirk of his own playing on his lips. "I'm sure we could all use a good laugh."

Everyone turned to look at him, but all he saw were the dark eyes that penetrated into his own. He shrugged. "Just in a good mood, that's all."

He could see her face redden a bit before she turned back around. He chuckled under his breath. He loved it when she blushed. And he knew she was blushing just for him.

AN: Awww. That's cute. Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day! I hope today brings something good for you :)