Miroku snapped his head back, his heart thundering as Sango's fingers traced lightly down his forearms, her chest heaving against his as she stared up at him placidly. Her nails dug lightly into his skin as her legs shifted beneath his groin, leaning up smoothly, she met his height as she stared deeply into his eyes. "So it is true then"? Miroku said softly after a long pause.
Sango nodded as Miroku drew backwards, sitting lightly on his heels.
"Your kind feeds on humans, without their blood you die".
"As you feed on the bodies of cattle and fish, we feed on mortals". She said coldly, her eyes glittering with a cold malice.
Miroku backed away from her as her eyes followed him smoothly. Miroku slowed his rapid breathing, telling himself calming things to erase the images of the slain victims he'd seen in the police reports. Sango watched him the entire time, her eyes unwavering and unyielding of emotion. Finally building up the courage to speak, Miroku licked his lips.
"So.." He whispered as she nodded. "How many humans have you slain"?
Sango sat silent for a moment, her eyes turning to the ceiling. Lifting her hand smoothly, she glided it through her hair. "It has been so long, probably throusands I would imagine". She said, not noticing Miroku shutter. Turning her head back down to him, she smiled. "How did it feel last night, being with that woman"?
Miroku's mouth clenched shut as he studied Sango carefully. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled his eyes away. "Why do you ask that"?
Sango closed her eyes, slowly opening them as her shoulders shrugged. "I scarcely remember the feeling." She whispered, her pink lips pursing together as her eyes fell shut once more. For a moment she seemed lost in thought, not saying a thing and rarely moving. As her eyes parted again, she stared strongly into Miroku's eyes. She crept onto her knees, crawling on all fours toward him until their lips nearly touched. Tilting her head to the side, she pressed her lips against his softly.
Miroku's eyes fell shut as their lips wound together, and before his mind could revel in the feeling, it was gone.
Sango drew away, climbing from the bed as her hands fell limply to her sides. Without a word, she floated to the balcony disappearing over the railing as Miroku stared quietly after her.
