title: bit of a hypocrite
prompt: miroku can't stand it whenever someone else flirts with sango
rating: t
warnings: none

He shouldn't have been surprised, really.

Marriage agreed with Sango -she was light as a feather and yet more substantial than ever, cool and clean in the daytime and like a live fire at night. Miroku couldn't believe it at first, but marriage also seemed to agree with him; because everything she touched in his life turned to treasure. Well, that and her gloriously tight butt, but kami help him if he talked about it too much. She would not appreciate it.

But, yes. Two months after they'd vowed themselves to each other, and she was somehow even lovelier than before. Her eyes were bright and her lips dewy and soft and always smiling, and…

He kept getting distracted. That was the intensity of her pull on him -stronger than any woman he'd ever known, and he'd known some impressive woman- he couldn't stop thinking about her, he dreamt of her touch every moment she was apart from him, he bedded her at every available opportunity (no shock there) and to his amazement and certainly to his pleasure, she was an eager and very active participant. Scant weeks after they'd been married, and she was already in the early stages of her first pregnancy.

It made her even more attractive. He couldn't stop himself! In the morning he wanted her, in the middle of the afternoon, even more at night; he was inexhaustible in his desires. His fortune was incredible -marriage agreed with her, and pregnancy too, because she wanted him more for it too.

So he shouldn't have been surprised that in all his wanting of her, other men might want her too.

Sango was being flirted with; in the middle of the village, near the fields -on her way from Kaede's- when he got tired of waiting for her to return (back into his arms, he hoped) and went to retrieve her himself. And three men, all youngish, all handsome, had bracketed her and were talking her ear off. Yes, Miroku recognized their intentions immediately, having spent more than his fair share of time dealing out flattery and charming smiles.

Damn them, though.

"…and you're so strong! A woman with such strength is hard to come by," one of them was saying, when the other chimed in a little lasciviously:

"I'll bet you could take any of us."

"I don't need to take anyone to prove it," she said, confidently. "I do need to get home, though, and you young men should return to your work before the sun finishes setting."

"Oh, but Sango…"

"Yes, Sango. Why don't you come home."

She whirled at the sound of her husband's voice, blushing. If he sounded irate, it was because he was.

"Houshi-sama! Shall we?"

The men looked him over, disparaging.

"She goes home with a monk!" one finally said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Our luck that the most beautiful woman in the village is with a monk!"

He couldn't help it; Miroku grinned in a way that would make his hanyou friend proud.

"She is," he said in an overly exaggerated and courteous tone, "and she's pregnant with my child too. Isn't that nice? My woman is absolutely incomparable."

"Houshi-sama," she hissed, swatting his arm. But her eyes sparkled. She very much liked it when he said things like that, called her his and got a little bit jealous. It was the only fair retribution for her suffering in the earliest days of their relationship.

"Yes, Sango?" he teased lightly as they started on the path back to their home.

"I'll show you later how incomparable I am," she told him, in her sultriest voice. "I certainly hope that you're up to it."

"Always," he laughed, pulling her closer into him by her waist.

No, he couldn't say he was surprised at all.