After Kagome and Inuyasha's arrival at the temple, things resumed in their usual manner, much to Miroku's dismay. He sat beside Inuyasha at supper, spooning his noodles silently. Glancing up at Sango, he watched as her eyes flashed to him for a moment before turning back to Kagome as the two continued their conversation. Could she have been thinking of him too? What did she think of what happened? Did it mean anything to her.
Miroku shook his head roughly as Inuyasha looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
When their meal was finished, Miroku tried to steal Sango away so that they might talk. He reached out to her as Kagome and Inuyasha argued about some meaningless thing. Her eyes turned up to him slowly as he smiled, nodding to the door. Sango caught on to his hinting, rising slowly to his side as their friends continued arguing.
Miroku and Sango walked down the hall silently, each glancing at the other as the wind swept the hair from their eyes. Miroku slowed near the railing, his hands clasping on the wood as he stared out at the grounds. Sango stopped beside him, her arms folded as her eyes moved to where he stared. A long pause drew out between them, leaving only thier breaths as markers of their presence in the dark.
Sango began to shift as the chill air moved beneath the thin cover of her robe. She jumped when a muscular arm fell over her shoulders, clenching her arm loosely. She looked up at Miroku as he smiled serenely down at her.
"I am glad Mushin is feeling better". She said softly as Miroku blinked not realizing she had spoke.
"Yes, I as well".
The two fell silent again as Miroku's fingers began to drum on her shoulder.
"Things will soon be back to normal". Miroku mumbled as Sango looked up at him.
"Miroku," She began as he shook his head.
Turning his head down to her, he clenched her jaw in his fingertips as he drew her lips closer to his. As their lips met, a tremor ran through their skin and over their bodies, ecstasy achieved from this simple gesture. Sango's hand wound in Miroku's hair as she pressed her lips harder to his, sucking in each breath she could without breaking their contact.
Quickly the two drew away as they realized that the other's were present and they could not continue on in such manner. Falling back gingerly, Sango stared at the ground as Miroku clenched her hands.
"What happened in these days will be our secret." He whispered as he leaned forward, kissing her forehead softly as she blushed. Stepping backward, Miroku released Sango's hands smoothly as he glided around the corner into the darkness.