Hey everyone! This is the long awaited chapter, and I will warn you again. THIS IS A LEMON! If you don't like sex, then please skim or skip this chapter. Thanks! Now onto the show!
I shouldn't be doing this. I need to stop. Stop now, Sango. STOP!
Sango's thoughts shout at her to pull away, and yet as Miroku's fingers thread through her soft ebony locks, loosening her braid, she doesn't give a damn. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her so she can feel all of him. His lips and tongue work wicked magic on her mouth as he tugs her roughly against his body, their desire building and exploding from the week of tension. Sango gasps for air between kisses, but Miroku is relentless. He nibbles at her ear and neck between kisses, pushing Sango lightly against the side of the bar as passion consumes them. It isn't until his hand runs up her thigh to her bottom that she snaps out of the spell. This is her BOSS. She can't sleep with him, let alone kiss him as passionately as they have been. Sango shoves his chest, and Miroku stumbles back, a lust-induced look in his wonderfully violet eyes.
"Sango, I—"
"I'm so sorry," Sango gasps, her chest heaving as she catches her breath and controls her emotions, "I didn't mean to lead you on…I'm not normally that type of—"
"You don't need to apologize to me," Miroku interrupts with a gentle smile on his face. He strokes her cheek softly, and Sango unconsciously leans into his touch, "But you can't lie to me either. You do like me," Miroku says, his deep voice ragged with desire. Sango laughs and slips away from his touch.
"That may be true, but…" she trails off as her phone incessantly chirps inside her purse. She unlatches the clasp and checks her messages with a groan: all Kuranosuke. She doesn't even read the texts, she just shoves it back in her bag.
"Do you need to take those?" Miroku asks as her phone chirps over and over again. Maybe it's the liquor, or her burning anger, but Sango's body feels like its on fire for all the wrong reasons. A reckless thought quickly runs through her head, startling even her.
Miroku can make you forget… it repeats itself consistently until her hesitation melts away. Is it bad to use another man to get over a different one? Absolutely, but right now Sango doesn't give a shit. She wants relief from her fury. She wants to feel loved for once.
"No," Sango finally says with a small smile, "No, I don't need to take them. It's just the past calling," she mumbles and he smiles.
"Glad the future is more important," he chimes before stepping closer to Sango. He can see the change in her body; he sees the way her eyes flicker with lust as he towers over her. She doesn't want to fight him like she used to, which may be odd, but very convenient for both parties. Both of them are looking to escape into each other's touch. Without a word, their lips meet once again, and a soft sigh slips from Sango's lips. She's content. Miroku's lips steal her pain and memories of exes long gone. In their place, his kisses leave promises of pleasure to come, and all the wicked wonderful things those lips can do to her. After a minute or two, Miroku pulls away, nibbling gently on her ear.
"Miroku…" Sango purrs, her back arching towards him so she can feel him pressed against her.
"Are you sure you want this, Sango? I won't be mad if you change your mind," Miroku whispers, his breath teasing her ear. The incessant chirping of a phone call seals her fate. She nods with a seductive smirk on her lips.
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she quietly asks and Miroku responds with a kiss.
"You should let the others know you're leaving. I'll let you decide how discrete you'd like to be," Miroku whispers between kisses and Sango's cheeks flush brightly. Ignoring the messages and calls from Kuranosuke, Sango quickly texts Kagome their code for "Don't wait. Having sex" that they used many many times in college:
9:57: Cherry blossoms.
The next text she sends is to Kohaku, letting him know that she's going to be later than midnight, and not to worry about her. She's fine. And honestly with Miroku nibbling on her neck, Sango feels more than fine. Her body floats in the lust and desire that he fuels her with. She turns her phone on silent, drops it in her purse, and looks up at him with a wicked smirk.
"Shall we?" she chimes before he claims her lips again. His hand wraps around her tiny waist, and she moans lightly into his kiss. Oh, yes. Sango definitely wants this. Miroku finally pulls away with a grin on his lips before leading her to the parking lot with his arm on her shoulder. He stops by a black car, opening the car door for her.
"Why thank you," Sango purrs as she slips inside. The car's interior is comfortable with lots of leg space and a fancy radio. Miroku hops in the driver seat and quickly starts it up, "Nice car," Sango adds and Miroku smiles.
"Thank you. I really enjoy it," he says as he pulls out of the parking lot. Part of her anxiety tells her she shouldn't do this, yet once he rests his hand on her thigh, she can't help the light moan that slips from her lips. This is probably the dumbest, most reckless thing Sango has ever done in her life, and yet she doesn't care. She wants to have this moment with Miroku. She can sleep with him, get him out of her system, get her frustration out of her system, get Kuranosuke out of her LIFE, and move on. Be it with someone NOT her boss, or remaining single. Who knows…all she knows is that this reckless moment needs to be. Miroku's hand strokes gently over her thigh, the soft fabric of her tights only adding to her desire.
"Any second thoughts?" Miroku asks quietly as they pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Sango smirks as she grasps his hand lightly.
"No. You?" she teases and a wolfish grin flashes on his face. He leans across the car, capturing her lips in a sizzling kiss that has her cheeks on fire. He pulls away and the desire looming in his eyes almost has her melting to a puddle in the car. It's so not fair for a man to possess so much sexual prowess. Miroku exits the car while Sango composes herself, and opens her car door for her.
He wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading her inside a beautifully decorated apartment complex. Large columns and detailed molding loom over them as they head to a gilded elevator. In silence, the two step inside the tiled box, but as soon as the doors close, he is on her. He gently presses Sango against the walls as his lips consume hers. His hands engulf her neck, entwining with her hair as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and burning away any remaining anxiety. She can feel his breath on her lips as he nibbles down her neck, moans escaping from her lips. When his hands grope her bottom, she doesn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she lets herself enjoy his touch and fondles.
The elevator chimes as it reaches the 16th floor, and the two quickly separate with a bright grin on their lips and a flush on Sango's cheeks to expose what they were up to. Miroku gently takes her hand, squeezing it as they enter his apartment. Sango gapes at the high vaulted ceilings, large windows, and expansive foyer that opens up to a beautifully decorated living room and kitchen.
"Oh wow…" she can't help muttering, and Miroku smiles.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it," he chimes as he takes his coat off, exposing his button up shirt once again. Sango can't help but admire him as he loosens his tie, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Whisky if you got it," Sango murmurs as she walks over to the windows gazing out over Tokyo. At this height, the city looks small with bright flashing lights, people scurrying to and fro, and large skyscrapers in the distance. It's a city Sango can lose herself in, which was part of the reason she wanted to stay when her parents died. It's how she coped for so many years. Sango slips her jacket off and sets it on the back of a leather couch as her eyes remain hooked to the view. She looks at the expansive sky above the city, wishing she could see more of the stars. Miroku wanders over with her glass, gently stroking her arm with his left hand as he hands her the glass. She smiles up at him and takes her liquor, sipping at it slowly. Miroku just silently watches her, which has her blushing.
"Have something to say, Houshi-sama?" Sango quietly says, her voice hiding her vulnerabilities. She looks up into his intense violet eyes and he smiles softly.
"Miroku, please…" he whispers as he steps closer and strokes her arm again, "You're beautiful," Sango bites back a moan just from the sensation of his long fingers on her skin. She hates feeling desperate, and yet she can't help but lean into his touch.
"Well, you're not too bad yourself," Sango quips before her eyes widen in shock. She can't BELIEVE she just said that. She covers her embarrassment with a sip of her drink. It burns through her system as Miroku's eyes burn into her body, causing a bright pink flush to taint her cheeks. He slowly takes her glass from her hand, and kisses her. Her lips taste of bold liquor, and Miroku slips his tongue between her lips to drink more of her. Sango is like whisky to him; he can get drunk from her moans and sighs. She squeals lightly against his lips as his hands wrap boldly around her waist, yanking her against his hard body. He wants to see more. To feel more of her, and get lost in her as she desperately wants to lose herself in him.
Sango's fingers cling to his neck as he removes his mouth from hers. She whimpers at the distance, but soon that whimper turns to a gasp as he kisses down her neck again. She could get used to the feeling of his lips on her skin. She moans when his fingers creep up her arms, stroking her skin gently before looping under her dress straps and slipping them down her arms. Miroku lightly pushes Sango's dress aside as he buries his face between her breasts, licking and kissing the tender flesh there. He lifts her off her feet, carrying Sango to his room as her moans fill his ears. She digs her fingers through his soft hair as he nips at her perfect, pale, breasts. Once she lands on the bed, Sango breaks away from his kisses and sits up, her trembling fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he kisses her neck and breasts. She finally reaches the bottom and shoves it down his arms, admiring each exposed muscle that ripples on his torso. She stares at him with a blush before he grasps her chin and lifts it so she sees nothing but his bright, lustful, violet eyes.
"You're gorgeous," he whispers as he kisses her again, his lips consuming any of her worries. She can feel his hands on her thighs, stroking up and under her dress before tugging her tights down her legs, stroking a hot trail from thigh to ankle and back up again. His lips distract her as he unzips her dress and slips it from her body. He briefly gazes down at her in her black bra and panties before unclasping it. His lips consume hers again as the cold air amplifies their desire. She wants to feel more of him. To lose herself even more as she presses her body against him. Her gasps mingle with his lips as he holds himself above her, his hands running along her sensitive body. Sango strokes her hands down his body, pulling him closer as he rests between her spread legs. She reaches between them and fumbles with his pant's button. Miroku moans as her warm hand finds him through his unzipped pants. She strokes a fire between them as he shoves his pants off, kicking them across the room before pressing Sango back into the soft mattress. Amongst tangled sheets, Miroku thrusts into her, both of them letting out a sigh of relief. Though Sango knows this should be wrong, it feels so right having him buried deep in her with her hands grabbing at his shoulders. Her moans and gasps mix with the sound of his lips on her skin, his body thrusting at a deep, slow, pace. His hands roam over every inch of her body, worshiping each curve and nerve that has her writhing with pleasure. He picks up the pace as her moans and whimpers fill the quiet room; he lets her control through her desire and pleasure.
"Sango…" he breathes her name as her body careens closer and closer to orgasmic pleasure. She gasps, her body arching against his as his name dances on her lips. Finally, she cries out as she comes, her nails digging into his back as she trembles beneath him. That was all Miroku needs to find his own release. Afterwards, he collapses next to her, and she curls up against him, sleepy and satiated. Miroku wraps an arm around her, pulling her against his body as he plants a kiss on Sango's forehead. Part of Sango is yelling to get up and leave, but this is the best she's felt in a long time. And, too late she realizes, the sex didn't get Miroku out of her system…now he's in her veins and she can't help but think how nice it'll be to do that again. This thought dances through her mind as her eyes flutter closed and she drifts to sleep, days of stress and exhaustion melting away in this satiated bliss.
Miroku stares down at Sango, his breathing finally settling to an even rhythm as she falls into a deep sleep next to him. Gently, he brushes hair away from her face, his fingers looping in the loose tendrils as a weird feeling consumes him. He, too, was hoping to lose himself in Sango for a night and move on from his obsession, but now...now he wants more of her. He doesn't just want to claim her body for his own, though that isn't a terrible thought. No, he wants her heart...and he's willing to fight for it...
"Thank you, Sango..." Miroku whispers as he kisses her forehead once again before leaning against the pillows and drifting off to a pleasant slumber.
And that's all she wrote! I hope you enjoyed, and I'll have Chapter 12 posted very soon. Let's see how this unconventional encounter affects these two coworkers, shall we?