"Are you sure we should have left?" As any mother was the first time when leaving her children alone with someone, no matter how trusted they were, Sango was hesitant. It was more than nice for Kagome to offer up herself and Inuyasha to babysit so that she and her husband could have a getaway alone for a night. With Hisui only being a few months old, they had ended up taking him with them, knowing full well that he was far from being able to be away from her. Though the plan had to go alone, only needing to focus on their newborn was much easier without two girls begging for attention on top of that. Strapped to Sango's back in a swaddle, he happily babbled to himself as his parents made their way outside of the village and towards the wilderness.
"Come now Sango, they are in the excellent hands of our friends. Kagome is a mother by nature, even though she has no children of her own, and you know how much the girls adore their doggy uncle," with genuine reassurance in his tone, he took his wife's hand, squeezing it lightly before lacing their fingers together, "We will only be gone for one night. If I know Inuyasha, he'll tire them out by playing tag with them for a while and they'll sleep through until morning."
"I suppose you're right," Sango conceded, feeling more comfortable knowing that her husband was comfortable enough to leave their daughters alone, "It was so nice of them to offer, I meant it when I said I never expected it. Well, I suppose Kagome offered and roped Inuyasha into it - I feel slightly bad about that."
"I'm sure he didn't mean what he said; you know how he is, using words before thinking," he explained pointedly, turning his head towards his wife with a smile, "Besides, he didn't really have a choice - now that Kagome's back, he's on a tight leash, you could say." The comparison had Sango giving her husband a warm chuckle.
Kagome had been back for a couple of months now, and it felt like she had never left, all of them able to pick up where they left off. It had also been like night and day when it came to Inuyasha and his overall demeanor; though he hid it well, everyone who was close to him could tell that he was handling it worse than he portrayed. Whenever Kagome was mentioned, he would either shut down or just leave the conversation, not wanting to broach the subject as if it would tear open a fresh wound. To Miroku and Sango, it was easy to tell that he was lonely.
But it wasn't only Inuyasha who had suffered some when it came to loneliness. Sango, too, missed her pseudo sister, as it as slightly difficult for the demon-slayer to really relate to any other women in the village, as she'd grown up in such a different environment and experienced something that could only be shared with a handful of people. One of them was Kagome.
"I'm glad she's back," the words left Sango without really thinking, "I missed her more than I thought I did," she added, letting her gaze peer to the ground as the couple walked in stride with one another. Miroku gave a soft hum of understanding, nodding to emphasize his acknowledgment.
"It was difficult to think about missing her, when we knew we had to be there for the one who missed her the most," Miroku mused, looking ahead as they headed down the path they hadn't seen in three years.
It lead to a stream that had a clearing close by, making it a great spot to stop for the night and simply just be with one another. It seemed as though it would have seen a popular spot, if it wasn't off the beaten path somewhat, needing to push past brush and wilderness to find it - an easy feat for the two of them.
"Yeah. Above everything else, I'm happy the two of them finally found each other," Sango stated genuinely before lowering her voice to a slightly mocking tone, "Even though it really should have happened sooner."
Miroku chuckled at that, shrugging softly in a response that was paired with his words, "I seem to recall them having a few...obstacles in the way, one of them being Inuyasha's incapability to finesse the complexities of romance." The two of them both thought back to one moment in particular, where it left Inuyasha leaving a giant crater in the ground from the amount of 'sits' that happened - when Inuyasha left to go look for Kikyo.
"You can say that again," Sango stated affirmatively, "I don't know how Kagome stayed so true to him during that time. He was completely insensitive, even I got irritated with him."
"There is no point dwelling on the past. Kagome is back and they've been wed, something I never thought Inuyasha would be interested in, in the first place." Miroku replied, keeping his hand laced with his wife's as they turned off the beaten path and through the brush and branches.
Pushing it out of the way Miroku made sure to leave a clear path for his wife and newborn son, soon coming across the clearing and seeing it hadn't changed - a relief to the two of them, as they didn't know what to expect. Walking towards the center of the clearing, Miroku dropped the large sack he'd carried upon his back the entire way there. Even with an infant on her back, Sango helped her husband set up the simple shelter of an open-faced tent. It wasn't until Hisui got fussy that she let Miroku take over, releasing their son from the swaddle and bringing him to her chest.
Sitting down beneath the shelter, she pulled open her kosode to expose her breast, allowing Hisui to latch on and start on his dinner, "You know," she began, lifting her attention from their nursing son to her husband, "As I can recall, we had our own set of obstacles, didn't we?"
Miroku paused for a moment, having been in the middle of making a small fire pit for the night, peering up at his wife with a somewhat clueless expression on his face, "Did we?"
The obliviousness had Sango scoffing out of slight irritation, "You're joking, right? You can't think of anything?" she pressed, face now showing that disbelief that shone through her irritation. The monk took a moment to ponder, peering up to the sky as he scratched the back of his head.
"Mmm, nope," he stated confidently, only to have Sango give him a very blatant reminder.
"How about that wandering hand of yours?!"
It was then that Miroku froze, cheeks flushing red out of embarrassment and nervousness that he'd legitimately angered his wife, "Ah, yes. I suppose that could be one of them," he began before moving from the pit to crouch down in front of his nursing wife, "But now my hands are yours and yours alone, my beloved." He cooed, taking one of her hands within both of his own as if to emphasize, "There is no other woman for me, and there never will be."
With a huff, Sango turned her face away from him, leaving it there for a moment before she finally spoke, "Three children later, I should hope so."
With hands still holding her own, Miroku sighed softly before letting a smile grace his lips, "As I'd said about our friends, let's not dwell on the past, Sango. Regardless of the obstacles we faced, we found one another and now have three wonderful children." The sight of Sango holding his son to his breast warmed his heart more than anything in the world; she'd become the mother of his children. For no one but his children, Miroku let go of Sango's hand and ran his own over the top of their son's head.
Conceding to her husband's words, Sango's demeanor softened as she noticed the pure joy and adoration in Miroku's eyes. Similar to herself at times, lost in the realization that they'd managed to find some semblance of normalcy after everything that they'd been through. Together, they'd soothed each other's scars and quelled the nightmares that sometimes plagued them of memories past. With a warm sigh, she realized Hisui had his fill and was simply looking up at his father with a large, toothless smile and reaching his arms up as if to grab at something. Miroku offered Hisui one of his fingers, feeling the attempt of the infant wrapping his fingers around it.
They'd began to become slightly lost in the moment as if both of them were thinking the same thing. Three years ago, they'd all assumed they'd face death head-on and become a sacrifice in hopes of a better world. Though Miroku had asked Sango to become his wife, should they survive, it had felt like a pipe dream at the time. The world was so dark back then, holding nothing but evil and malice with Naraku being the one infecting everything he touched. So much had changed that it almost felt like a fever dream, like it never actually happened. Now, their lives were quiet and had some form of structure when it came to how they spent their days, something that had been so foreign to them when the two of them had just met.
At the same time, the two parents lifted their heads to meet each other's gaze with the same warmth that they held towards their new life. A kiss was shared, gentle in nature but holding so much within it regardless. Breaking away after a few moments, Miroku climbed to his feet with a soft grunt, "Better finish this fire pit before it gets too dark out." With a nod, Sango closed her kosode and grabbed a spare cloth she'd brought to sling over her shoulder. Holding Hisui upright, she rested him against that same shoulder before gently patting his back to burp him.
The sound of wood cracking matched the smell of fresh smoke as the fire built up more than enough for them to find warmth and cook their dinner. It was reminiscent of old times when their party of six traveled around in search of the Sacred Jewel shards. How many nights did they sit around a fire just like this one? And would they ever need to do something like that again? A piece of Sango almost hoped so, as so many of those nights had been filled with laughter - a light in the darkness.
The weight of her husband's arm around her shoulders brought great comfort as she remained pressed against him, their newborn son sleeping peacefully in a large swaddle of blankets in the shelter right by them. With the two of them looking to the sky, Miroku noticed a shooting star that vanished just as soon as it'd shown itself, "Make a wish," he murmured, suddenly feeling Sango rest a hand on his cheek and pulling his face closer to her.
"How can I possibly wish for something, when I have everything I've ever wanted right here?" Low and sultry, yet full of a sense of complete adoration, Sango's voice had Miroku's heart skip a beat. How this woman still made him feel like an anxious boy, he'd never know but absolutely relished in it. With lips pulled into a crooked grin, he found himself leaning closer to her, enough so that their noses brushed against one another. With a palm so warm, Sango held his cheek intending to pull him even closer.
"Sango..." Her name fell from his lips like honey, coating her heart and warming her core at the sound.
Their lips met with a low hum that came from the demon-slayer, now having lifted her other hand to cup his neck out of the need to have him closer. A tightening grip of his arm around her shoulders brought her closer to him, indulging in their kiss and taking his time with savoring her taste - it was so rare that they had time.
It was unlikely that Hisui would wake up, having been changed and fed right before he fell asleep. From what his parents knew, they at least had a couple of hours to entertain their more primal desires and they were prepared to not waste a moment of it. It was Sango who pushed them forward, moving to straddle his hips and bring herself closer to him more comfortably. Instincts took over the two of them, Miroku's famously wandering hands finding a home on her backside - one cheek in each hand. Previous results had him with a slap to the face, but a reward was bestowed upon him instead of being blessed by the sound of his wife's soft moan. That sound was like a victory ballad, holding the knowledge that none other would be able to make her feel the way he did.
A woman who knew what she wanted, Sango pressed her hips against his own with great intention and was not surprised by the hardening yearning that she felt. It didn't take much for the monk to become overtaken by desire, especially when it came to his wife - his warrior maiden. Gently, she pushed on his chest to lay him down upon the blanket that they'd been sitting on, Miroku happily complying as he ran his hands from her ass to her waist. She followed him, leaning forward to rest her hands on either side of his head. With a teasing roll of her hips, she managed to draw a heated moan from the man beneath her as a smirk of playfulness ghosted her lips.
Pulling at the knot of his robe, lithe fingers managed to toy with it enough to free the fabric from its binds, causing the cloth to go slack and make it easier for her to start undressing him. There were no protests made the monk, instead following suit by reaching up to her wrap skirt and easily pulling the tie free. It left her in nothing but her long yukata, the familiar print of pink and magenta running over it and accenting the tone of her skin so beautifully. The firelight bounced off her figure, illuminating her in this mystical glow that Miroku couldn't help but feel blessed to be in the presence of.
The obvious change in temperature became noticeable when his wife straightened herself, watching as she pulled at the obi of her yukata and slid it from her shoulders. It left her in nothing else, her body revealed to him in that same mystique he'd been basking in before.
The dim light of the fire made it hard to see, but Miroku has memorized her body so many times that he didn't need to. After three children, her hips had gotten wider and her thighs holding more weight than they used to. Etched in her lower stomach were faint, light stretch marks that only emphasized the fact that she was the mother to his children; he loved those scars and wanted to see more in their future. Though the marks were there, her waist was still trim, cinched in, and still packed with muscle that came from years of hard work and skill. A new mother, her breasts were larger than normal, able to feed the small life that remained sound asleep nearby.
She could see him staring, his eyes wandering over her body with a hunger in his eyes that Sango only used to her advantage. Reaching a hand between them, she ran it over the bulge of his cock beneath the slackened robes, offering a coy smirk with challenge. A familiar groan left him, pushing his hips up against her hand as he began to remove his clothing completely, tossing it to the side with reckless abandon.
Now it was her turn to devour him with her gaze, scanning over his chest and torso as her hands, with finger splayed, ran from his shoulders to his pelvis. Her touch burned his skin in the best of ways, his own hands finding themselves on her thighs and gripping as if to try and ground himself to something. That thought left him completely as Sango's hands wrapped the girth of him, one resting above the other as both stroked the length of him in one, slow and fluid motion. A choked groan hitched in Miroku's throat, involuntarily pushing his hips up against her hand as encouragement for more, "S-Sango..." he breathed, letting his head fall back against the blanket.
Teeth took her lower lip between them, always pleased to see the power she held over her husband. Knowing that, regardless of how many women he'd taken to be, she was his last and his best, "Mm, yes my dear monk?" A torturous, teasing tone hung from her words, causing the man beneath her to give off another groan.
It took much more will than he deemed necessary to lift his head and open his eyes, taking in the sight of his beloved. Her eyes clouded with lust as her hands continued to move in slow, stroking motions, beckoning him to want more - so much more, "You are beauty incarnate..." he breathed, though it was through heavy panting in an attempt to keep his mind in this realm of reality.
Through all of her intent to tease, his words broke some of her resolve. Cheeks flushed to match the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach as her hands stalled for a moment, "Please..." he added, hands trailing up her ribs and towards her back, only to slide down her spine and find their place on her ass once again, "I need more of you."
How could she deny him? His voice so sweet and like velvet, asking for more of her. Three years of marriage and he still managed to make her swoon.
Releasing her hold on him, Sango felt their weight shift as Miroku propped himself up on his elbows. It made it easier for the demon-slayer to capture his lips in another kiss, deep and needy as it was emphasized with a moan. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he allowed his free hand to cup her cheek, gently nipping at her lower lip as they continued to share their taste of one another.
"Miroku..." it was more of a whine than a moan at this point, the pooling of heat between her thighs starting to burn through her core and into her chest. There wasn't much more Miroku could do to respond aside from gasp as he felt the slick of her press against the underside of his shaft. Unintentionally, Sango moved her hips in such a way that her folds slid up the length of him and down again. The desperate, low moan that escaped the monk's lips had her doing the same in response. Strands of her chocolate brown hair slid between his fingers as he gripped them at the base of her neck, tugging with enough force to expose more of her throat.
Hungry lips, famished by his standards, took to her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses that trailed over as much as he could. The sudden movement had Sango releasing a cry of desire, now moving her hips in a gyrating motion to have her clit press against the hardness of him, "Miroku!" His name was held in a gasp as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, the strength of his arms wrapping around her waist as he moved to a more comfortable seating position, "Uhn-" Her breasts were much more sensitive than normal, slightly swollen by constant nursing. Though this as not the same - so far from it that Sango could only think about just how much it caused her to yearn for more, "Please...Miroku-" she begged, reaching a hand between them to grip the length of him, "Tae me..."
Without any more hesitation, she positioned herself, holding him upright before she began to sink onto him. All-encompassing, the relief had her throwing her head back with another cry as her husband pulled from her breast to release a choked groan and rest his forehead against her chest, "S-Sango - Kami...you're still so-" his hips pushed up into her then, meeting her own as they began a rhythm.
Arms remained wrapped around her waist, holding her close to make sure he was able to feel as much of her as possible. Each time they meet, flesh against flesh, Sango released a loud cry of euphoria. Too often did they need to try and remain quiet as they snuck in some intimacy while all three children were asleep. Not now. Not this time. The echo of her desire rang through their site and Miroku only encouraged it with his own voluminous vocalization of the intense need for his wife.
Sango's hands rested on his shoulders as her knees remained planted to the ground, keeping herself straddled to make it easier to come down onto him. It was an even pace, but Miroku wanted - no needed - more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. He wanted more of those sounds to come from her, wanted to see her face more clearly as she met her end.
To his wife's surprise, he flipped them with her now on her back, peering up at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Without hesitation, Miroku began a faster rhythm, propping himself up on his arms as he thrust himself into her over and over. With a deep gasp, Sango's back arched against him, digging her heels into the ground below her while her nails dug into the blanket at her side.
More often than not, Miroku was a gentle lover - intuitive and sweet; but with the moment of freedom having arisen, he took the opportunity to indulge in a more aggressive approach. It would be a long while until he would be able to hear these addictive sounds from his wife again so he knew not to waste the opportunity.
Their union was filled with a symphony of moans, gasps, and cries in the throes of their passion breaking through the silence of the wilderness. Anyone close enough would be able to hear the insatiable need that they had for one another. If anyone were to find them, it was up for debate whether or not they would stop. At that moment, Sango would curse him if he stopped for anything, feeling herself getting closer and closer to her climax.
"Don't stop," she gasped, repeating that phrase over and over again as she gripped his forearms and wrapped her legs around his hips, able to feel each of his working muscles beneath them, "Don't stop. Don't stop."
Miroku would never dream of it.
With Sango's back still arched, her husband sat back on his heels, legs spread enough for him to get the best range of motion. With her legs around his hips, her ass was off the blanket giving Miroku the perfect leverage to hold her waist and pull him against her as he trusted forward. As if it weren't possible, he'd managed to get deeper within her with each slap of them coming together. A shriek was his reward, his wife holding onto the blanket below her for dear life as he continued to hit a certain spot over and over again, "I'm so close. I'm-oh, Kami I'm-" A soaring cry left her then, clenching her walls around him as her whole body tensed at the sensation. Eyes shut tight, she left herself become slightly lightheaded as she held a breath for longer than she realized, only wanting to focus on the feeling that coursed through her.
Miroku didn't stop, finding himself so close to his own end - the sobs of his wife made it that much easier, "Sango, I-"
His thrusts became more erratic, not having an even rhythm as they did previously, and much more frantic in nature until eventually, he fell over his own cliff of euphoria. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against her chest, still holding onto her thighs with a bruising grip. He filled her with all he had, shuddering as he began to come down and meet her in the clouds.
Both of them could be heard gasping for air, thankful for the breeze that came through the campsite to cool them down from such intense heat. The two of them had gone limp then, Sango resting against the blanket fully as Miroku moved so he was situated comfortably between her thighs. Gentle, aimless kisses were placed to her collar bone and neck in between hot breaths, "I love you," he heard her murmur, lifting his head to meet her gaze with a bright smile.
"As I love you, dear Sango," he replied, propping himself up on his elbows to press a much more subdued kiss to her lips. The weak hold of her hands against his cheeks told him he'd done his job right and that perhaps they would need to leave a little bit earlier in the morning to compensate for the stiffness he was sure both of them would be feeling.
Allowing her head to fall to the side, she could see Hisui was still fast asleep, "He can sleep through anything if he wants to, can't he?" Sango mused, feeling her husband's loving kisses against her neck and jawline.
"Don't jinx it," he teased in return, hearing his wife's soft hum as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Mmm, I hope you know I don't plan to leave you any time soon," he mused against the shell of her ear. Releasing her hold on him, she turned her head towards him so they were face to face.
"I wouldn't let you even if you did," she combatted, causing her husband's familiar almost goofy smile to pull at the corners of his lips, "Do you plan to take me again?" Such a question has Miroku straightening some, eyes showing his shock before they narrowed, as if mimicking a predator.
"Give me some time and I will," he purred, pressing a kiss to her jawline, nipping right at the edge of her jawbone.
With a low sigh, she sunk into her husband's hold a little further while watching the two young girls manage to take up their entire futon, "I hope Sango and Miroku are having a good time," Kagome mused, keeping the volume of her voice low as to not wake the children. With their futon completely occupied, Kagome had taken to sitting in Inuyasha's lap as he sat back against a wall.
His eyes remained closed as he replied rather bluntly, "I'd rather not think about what they're doin' right about now..." Kagome couldn't help but smirk at his statement, pressing herself back against his chest as his arms held her close, circling her like a barrier of protection. His chin was rested on her shoulder, basically dead weight as he tried to find some semblance of sleep.
They'd spent the running around and playing games, causing the girls to crash rather early and heavily. Inuyasha's specialty - tiring out kids as his energy more than rivaled their own. A couple of rounds of tag usually did the trick, as it did today.
Gentle fingers scratched against his jawline idly, Kagome's touch seeming to lull him even further into slumber, "I wouldn't mind sleeping together like this more..." she mused before feeling the hanyou turn his head and brush his nose against her neck, "In your arms, completely enveloped by you."
A golden eye peeked open, only to close soon after as he gave a low hum of agreeance, "That can happen, you know - just need to ask." Hell, she didn't even need to ask. if she sat down in his lap and just stayed there, he wouldn't put up any form of fight.
There was a slow increase of weight being pressed against the side of his head and, after realizing he'd been waiting for a response, found that his wife had fallen asleep just as hard as the twins did. Giving her one more squeeze, he adjusted her so she would be more pressed against his chest and he could rest his chin on the top of her head.
If Kagome was this tired after one day with human children, he could only imagine how exhausted she would be if she had to chase after a child that held any demon blood.
Before long, with the help of her even breathing and the smell of her drifting around him like a sweet perfume, Inuyasha let himself fall asleep.