Hey guys! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I've had an insane week of work (with more to follow) so I'm really really sorry if my updating schedule is slow.
Now onto the story! (P.S.: This chapter has some domesticated fluff in it so if you aren't fond of cheesy teasing, flirting, and suggested smut, then please skip this one. Thanks!)
Sango clings to Miroku in bed, tears running down her cheeks as pain and panic rake through her system. She can't help but worry, and all Miroku can do is hold her, his hands running gently down her back while she buries her face into his chest and her leg drapes across his like a body pillow. She clings to him as if her life depends on it, and it makes him happy that he's here to support her, and so sad that she's feeling this way in the first place. He plants a kiss on the top of her head, pulling her closer as her tears slowly silence themselves.
"How do you feel, love…?" Miroku asks, and Sango sighs. She doesn't respond; she just kisses his chest where the buttons of his shirt have popped open. Miroku chuckles lightly as she looks up at him.
"You're too kind…" she whispers and he leans in, kissing her quickly as her red, tear-swollen, eyes flutter closed.
"No such thing," he purrs, resting his forehead against hers, "You should change, love, and get comfortable," Miroku adds as his hands fiddle with the back on her lace dress. Sango groans, dropping her head back down, and mumbling something against his skin, "What was that?"
"Unzip my dress," she says again with just a faint blush on her cheeks and Miroku grins wickedly.
"With pleasure," he coos, his long fingers taking the small metal piece and slowly sliding it down, his hands stroking her skin exposed by the parting fabric. Sango whimpers softly, her blush darkening to a fiery crimson as Miroku pulls her dress apart.
"Miroku—ah!" she cries out when he starts tickling her bare sides, causing her to squeal and laugh, "No, Miroku, stop!" she gasps, yet he pins her down, the dress falling around her waist and exposing her bra as he continues his tickling torture. After minutes, he stops with a big grin on his face as he leans down and kisses her again.
"Feel better?" he asks, and she slaps him.
"You could've come up with a different way to cheer me up," she huffs, pushing him off her when she goes to get up from the bed. She stands, dropping her dress in front of him and his eyes instantly darken, the tension rolling off of him exciting and unnerving her.
"I can think of many different ways, my love," he growls, his deep voice sending shivers over her as he stands, towering over her undergarment-clad body, "Especially when you look at me like that…" he whispers, his thumb running over her bottom lip before he kisses her, pulling her almost naked body against his hard, dressed, torso. His hands snake around her waist as small whimpers slip from her lips, her hands clinging to the front of his shirt desperately. She pulls away from his intense lips, her breathing ragged and cheeks flushed as he stares down at her with a gentle smile on his face, "I can think of so many ways to please you, but I didn't want to push you too far. Tonight, is all about you…" His words have her heart clenching tightly within her chest. He cares about her. Miroku actually cares about what she thinks and feels and how her anxiety and panic can tear her apart in an instant. He cares about her. He loves her. She smiles up at him, kissing his lips gently over and over again as her fingers wander down his collar to the buttons on his shirt, quickly popping one of them as his hands caress small circles over her bare skin.
"I want you to hold me…" Sango whispers between kisses, amplifying her words with another pop of a button, "I want you to distract me…" she pops another button before looking up into his eyes, "I want you…"
"It'll be my pleasure,"
…
Sango wakes to the sun in her eyes and her alarm blaring in her ears. She turns it off, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before turning and looking over her shoulder where Miroku's sleeping. Correction: where he was sleeping. The bed on that side is all mussed, but there's no Miroku, and from how cold it is…there hasn't been for a while. She can't help but feel sad as she crawls out of bed, making her way to the bathroom where she can shower and fully wipe out the last dregs of fatigue. Once the hot water has sufficiently woken her up, she climbs out, wraps a towel around her body, and heads back to her room. She shuts the door and walks to the closet, her mind already consumed by what she ought to wear today. Miroku left several hickeys on her skin last night, so she'll have to make sure she can cover those today. She goes for a soft high neck cream colored cashmere sweater, dark jeans that taper beautifully down her long legs and heeled boots. It is a more casual look than she usually goes for, but she honestly doesn't care right now. After the whole Kohaku/Kuranosuke fiasco—and Miroku leaving her early this morning—her mind is a mess of those nagging what-ifs and insecurities. She sighs, brushing out her long black hair and braiding it quickly before wandering out of her room. Her eyes widen and a smile blossoms on her face when she sees Miroku in the kitchen, his back to her while he flips an omelet in the pan. He wears a dark purple button up neatly tucked into black pants with his damp hair shaggily splayed over his forehead.
"Hey…" Sango murmurs as she approaches the island. Kilala jumps up on the counter, demanding pets from her owner since she was banned from the room last night and was forced to sleep with Kohaku instead. Miroku spins around, a bright smile on his face as he rolls his sleeves up so they expose his muscular forearms.
"Hey! How did you sleep last night?" Miroku asks, finishing the omelet before plating it and handing it to Sango with a set of chopsticks. She smiles, sitting down as Kilala tries to eat some of the omelet on her plate.
"I slept really well…thank you for…well…you know…" Sango sheepishly says and Miroku's grin softens. He leans across the island and kisses her gently.
"Anytime, love. Especially if it makes you feel better," Miroku murmurs, his breath teasing her skin as he strokes her cheek with his calloused thumb.
"EW! Gross! Can you guys not?!" Kohaku cries and instantly Miroku pulls away from a brightly blushing Sango. Getting caught by your brother in an intimate moment is never a good thing.
"Sorry, Kohaku…" she mumbles, nibbling at her omelet before Kilala can eat it all. Miroku laughs and pours Kohaku a cup of coffee.
"I'll have your omelet done soon," Miroku says, ignoring Kohaku's disbelieving stare as he sits next to his sister.
"He cooks, too?" Kohaku gapes at Miroku before turning to Sango who just hums a response, "Definitely a keeper," Sango chokes on her omelet, Miroku starts laughing, and Kohaku grins from ear to ear. He loves teasing his sister; teasing her about her love life is all the more interesting. Sango's flushed face just has Miroku smiling even wider before he sets an omelet in front of Kohaku and gives him a fist bump for his response.
"You guys are awful," Sango grumbles once she can finally breathe, and that just has the boys laughing even more.
"You don't mean that, love," Miroku says with a wink, and Sango hides her shy embarrassment behind her cup of tea.
"Hmmm….do I?" she retorts, and Miroku cocks a brow at her.
"Don't be mean, Sis,"
"Oh, come on! You guys were the ones teasing me!" Sango cries, causing her brother to start laughing again. He finishes his omelet before running off to school and Miroku sits next to Sango with his own omelet. When she's not looking, he grabs her chin and kisses her swiftly, the bitter taste of coffee tainting the kiss.
"You haven't even seen me really teasing you, love," he purrs, and Sango smirks, her feisty demeanor slipping past all embarrassment.
"I'd like to see you try," she challenges, her words cuing her departure from the kitchen as she quickly gets ready for work, grabbing her keys and purse. It is then that she remembers Miroku ALSO works with her, his smirk growing when she sheepishly looks over her shoulder.
"You forget about me?" he teases, and her blush blossoms once more.
"It's too early," she says as an excuse and he chuckles, putting their plates in the sink, making two travel mugs—one of coffee and one of tea—and pets Kilala before striding across the apartment. Sango takes one of the mugs as his hand snakes around her waist.
"You are just too cute," Miroku compliments, kissing her sweetly before the two of them leave her apartment. They walk down the stairs and to Miroku's car in silence, the wind blowing wildly around them. Sango's thankful her long hair is tied down, and not whipping her in the face as it usually would on her walks to the train station.
"Where were you this morning, Miroku…?" Sango asks as she gets into Miroku's car, her curiosity bubbling within her.
"I went home to get a change of clothes. I didn't think you'd notice I was gone…" he murmurs as he starts up his car and heads off to their work. Sango leans her head against the seat, a small smile on her lips.
"I noticed because my heat was gone," she retorts, and he laughs, resting his hand on her thigh. Sango cocks a brow at him, a flush on her cheeks as she notices his smirk, "Miroku?"
"You did challenge me to tease you, so I shall. Even if it's just to distract you from Kohaku's trial," Miroku murmurs, his hand stroking gently over her leg before squeezing her thigh.
"You can't tease me at work, remember? We can't get caught!" Sango says and Miroku's smirk grows, causing her heart to race and her stomach to flutter.
"Oh, I promise you I won't get caught," Miroku winks and she has to look away, her body giddy with desire and excitement. She can't believe that he can make her feel like this; that he can excite her, seduce her, and calm her all within the same breath. Miroku parks his car in the Daemon Dog Lot and turns the engine off before quickly leaning across the car and kissing Sango as she turns to face him. His lips coax hers to comply as his rough hands play with her braid. She kisses him back eagerly, loving the feeling of his mouth on hers as her heart soars.
"So…so beautiful," Miroku rasps as they break away, giving himself a moment of composure before getting out of the car. Sango waits, watching him go into the building as she realizes she made a mistake. She shouldn't have challenged him into teasing her for his very existence torments her senses every damn time she sees him. He's kind and considerate and caring, but funny and seductive and charming as well. He melts her with compassion and heats her from head to toe with lust. She can't understand him, but she doesn't care. She's just happy to have him. Her heart is his to keep. Sango gets out of the car before her phone rings, and her stomach drops when she sees the Caller ID: Kuranosuke. With bitterness lodged in her throat, she quickly answers the phone.
"What do you want?" she asks, her fury seething off of her tongue as she hears a cluck of indignation on the other end.
"Kohaku's trial is two weeks out on October 28th at 8:00am. Make sure you are there," he says, hanging up before she can yell or curse or hate him more than she already does. Two weeks…two weeks until the justice system decides her brother's fate…
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