Miroku was conflicted. It pained him to deny Sango anything, and he could actually understand her reasoning. But none of this was sitting right with him. It didn't feel good.
"She promised she is going to tell him soon, but we have to let her do it, okay? Please?"
The plea in Sango's eyes, and her gentle hand on his arm was a lethal combination when appealing to his acquiescence. She was sincere not manipulative, and obviously only wished to do right by her friend. But so did he.
"I don't like this. I don't want to lie to him."
Sango was growing nervous. Miroku was someone you could usually rely on to keep in your confidence. But it was that very loyalty to his friends which made this request so difficult to agree to. He was an imperfect man, but he lived by his own code. It was clear, this secret was a threat to upholding that.
His struggle was obvious, as was his displeasure.
"If he finds out we we're keeping this from him-"
"I think he's going to be mad either way. Maybe this way, we can soften him up a bit first. What do you say?"
He couldn't remember the last time his intended lobbied for something so passionately, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd said no. He doubted he was going to start now.
He wondered if the couple knew how hard this kind woman was fighting for them. She would never beg him so desperately for anything pertaining to herself, and that's why he knew he couldn't refuse.
"Alright, you have my word," he relented with a stern gaze and his chin high. "I will not inform him. Yet."
With a relieved sigh and a victorious grin, Sango finally relaxed.
"Thank you."
She hugged him tightly, very grateful for his cooperation. With that all settled, they sat on their futon, still too excitable to sleep.
"So, Kagome's having sex," he marveled, with an air of wistful acceptance. Sango smiled at his sense of loss. "It's kind of bittersweet. On the one hand, I'm proud of her, but I'm also kind of sad. She is like a sister to me."
Yes, he'd always advocated for women to feel more liberated with their sexuality, with not entirely altruistic intentions. And Kagome was somewhat of an anomaly; one he admonished as much as he admired.
But for as much as he'd encouraged it, he kind of mourned her virginity. It didn't tarnish her, or make her any less in his eyes, and really, it was kind of stupid of him to feel this way; this had nothing to do with him. But it signified that things were changing. Kagome was becoming a woman, and soon she would leave them. It was the end of an era.
"She was the one innocent thing left in this world," he lamented. Sango rolled her eyes. "The last pure soul. And she gave that purity to Sesshoumaru, it's so-"
He cut himself off, and really, Sango was glad. For such a slut, Miroku was sure putting a lot of value on virtue. It didn't make her any different. He was being such a man... and not in a good way.
"Wait. So they're having sex?"
"Oh my god, yes!" How many times did she have to say it? Was that all he could think about?
"And you thought I found them," he recalled, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So when Kagome ran into the woods, she was going..."
"To get her brains fucked out by the Western Lord, yep."
She hoped her crass remark would throw the monk off kilter. He had just seconds ago been mourning the loss of his 'sister's' hymen, or whatever his weird lament was, so she hoped getting graphic would dissuade him from perving out.
But she knew it was a lofty goal. She braced herself when that familiar, lascivious grin crept across his hentai face.
"You think they're doing it right now?"
She wished she could be surprised by his sudden shift and hopeful tone. She really did.
But this was on brand.
She didn't necessarily admire it, but she accepted his perversions.
If his lecherous ways were going to scare her off, they would have a long time ago. Sango made peace with Miorku's propensity for peeping and fantasizing. But as long as he didn't actually touch other women, she decided he could have his fun. To be honest, she kind of liked his insatiable lust and creativity.
She smiled knowingly back at him. For once, she knew dirty things that he would appreciate.
"Without question," she informed him. "They're like rabbits every time our back is turned. You don't know how many times they've done it right under your hentai nose."
The monk's smile turned more devious at the news, and she could tell what was going through his mind. She decided to throw a little fuel on the fire.
"Just figure if they are going off somewhere together, they're coming back satisfied. You can see it in their eyes when they return, too."
"You don't say," he rubbed his jaw menacingly, and she could see a plan beginning to form. "Then I shall need to keep my eyes open. I wouldn't mind getting a peak at that."
Her boyfriend was a world-class lech, but she couldn't deny having similar thoughts.
Not that she would do it of course, she had some shame. Unlike her lover.
But what she'd seen in the hot spring was not easily banished from her mind. Maybe Miroku was rubbing off on her, but the miko and the demon lord made a very attractive couple. She actually found herself hoping she would accidentally happen upon them again. This time, she wouldn't be too shocked stiff to enjoy the sight.
"You don't happen to know where their little love nest in the woods is located, do you? Perhaps I should investigate..."
A white blur stifled her response.