Hey all FinalFantasyFreak here, also known as Kanoka. I'm putting this up on this name because the people at are jackasses and thinks it's rated higher then R. I'm doing this just to defy them so hope you enjoy the story. If it's removed again I will post it at my friend's site.

Disclaimer: Me own something Like Inuyasha? Ya right I do (in my own little world at least)

Welcome all to my little Sango Miroku story please sit back and relax and enjoy the rest of your flight... Oops I mean my fanfic.

A Whole Week Alone

Miroku sat across the fire from Sango, who had hit him over the head earlier for getting to close. Kagome had gone back to her time saying something about some important tests and the young kitsune had gone with her, after he begged her to let him come. Inuyasha being of his stubborn nature insisted he go so he could bring Kagome back as her tests were over, which would last a whole week. So here they were now just Sango and himself out in natures wonders for the night. He dare not take advantage of this more than his usual ways such as groping and peeping, and even these had to be kept to a minimal for Sango was more than ever on her guard. He was almost thankful Kirara had been injured and was recovering with lady Kaede. Knowing the small fire cat surely would have, as Kagome would say 'turned him in to burnt toast.' Miroku sighed staring across the fire at Sango the fire's light painting a crimson blush across her face 'Gods she was beautiful.' Suddenly Sango's deep chocolate brown eye's met with his and he quickly turned away, he had been caught staring and not for the first time that night.

"What is it houshi-sama, why do you keep starring at me?" inquired a curious Sango; Miroku gave a shaky smile waving a dismissive hand in the air. His mind scrambled for an excuse and he quickly blurted out the first acceptable thing he could think of.

"N-nothing lady Sango I was just thinking and didn't realize I was starring" Sango raised an inquisitive eyebrow and Miroku scrambled more to bat down the inquiry "Really I was only thinking about the lack of rumors of Shikon jewel shards lately." Sango nodded seemingly accepting this excuse. Miroku smiled he had managed to escape unscathed; he had been staring at her constantly lately.

Yes she was beautiful and her fiery spirit burned in her eyes making them haze to a dark brown, her long hair with its seemingly silk like texture, and her full pouting lips that made a man wander at their taste. Miroku blinked frowning at his thoughts there he went again, thinking about Sango he couldn't get her off his mind. Gods what was wrong with him, in his sleep he was plagued by erotic images of her supple naked body and while he was awake he couldn't seem to stop staring at her.

Everything about Sango intrigued the monk she wasn't like any other women, Sango had a bite to her, but she was also shy, and gentle making her seem fragile at times. Miroku blinked again what in the seven hells was going on with him, he always felt her presence it seemed and he would worry constantly of her well-being. The monk sat pondering his thoughts this feeling he never felt it before then it hit the monk 'I'm falling for her' was the only thought that came into his head. The monk frowned again at this realization, it was true, damn it what was he going to do?

He had always kept Sango at bay with his hentai-ness and groping so she wouldn't get attached to him before he died. And now look what happened, all the time he spent keeping her away and he goes and falls for her. Miroku sighed his thoughts barring down heavily on his conscious, it would be best to sleep on it and think about it later. Miroku stood up and stretched walking over to his sleeping bag and bade Sango a good night before he set his staff down and crawled into his sleeping bag quickly falling asleep.

(Sango's POV)

'God's why did they do this to her, leaving her all alone with the pervert houshi' Sango thought sevingly. This had to be some cruel twist of fate, or maybe a bad dream, yes that's what it was just a bad dream she would wake up from at any moment. Sango sighed in frustration if only it was a dream, but no Kagome had left her all alone with Miroku. She closed her eyes as she felt pressure increasing in her temples. The worst part was this wasn't just for one day, oh no she could handle a day, but a week, a whole week of his constant perversity, she's liable to kill the monk.

It wasn't that she didn't like him; oh on the contrary she liked him more than she should. 'If only he wasn't pervert or if he wouldn't grope anyone else, woah stop a minute anyone else?' She mental smacked herself for thinking in such a manner. No it wasn't his groping that she cared about. Sango wanted to be the only one he touched or thought about, she wanted his love for her's. Sango sighed opening her eyes, yes she admitted it she loved a perverted, stupid, sexy, and intense Houshi.

Sango looked across the fire at Miroku their eyes met only for a second but what Sango saw in them made her want to shiver. She had been catching Miroku staring at her more and more as of lately it was nerve wracking. The way he stared at her as if he wanted her, but no it couldn't be that, but then what was it? Well she might as well ask the Houshi, although it was doubtful he would respond honestly.

"What is it houshi-sama, why do you keep staring at me?" there she asked now that Sango had gotten that off her chest she felt a little relieved. Miroku blinked and looked up at her he seemed to be scrambling for words he babbled about not realizing he was staring because he was thinking. Like she was going to believe that, raising her eyebrow he knew Sango wasn't convinced. He continued nervously saying it was the Shikon jewel shards that caused him to become to get lost in thought. Sango nodded if he didn't want to tell her the truth she would not force it out of him. Miroku sat at the fire a little longer afrown plastered across his face. Still frowning he got up and walked to his sleeping bag said goodnight, set his staff down, and crawled into his sleeping bag. Sango watched Miroku for a few minutes then rising to her feet headed to her sleeping bag and soon was met with slumber.

(Later that night)

Sango awoke to find Miroku hovering over her, a small smile on his lips. His body pressed against hers through the fabric of his robes and her kimono with a hand on either side of her face. Sango felt heat rush through her body and up to her face, Miroku's smile soon turned it to a smirk and his eyes heavy and hazed. "M-Miroku?" came Sango's questioning whisper Miroku said nothing and swooped down upon her neck leaving a hot trail of kisses in his wake. Sango gasped rolling her head back to give the monk better access to suckle and nip at her throat. She groaned as he sucked at the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sango moved her hands to the back of his head freeing his hair from its confinement as she ran her hands through it. The monk set his hands into function working Sango's green skirt off so he could open the rest of her kimono. Once that was done his hands worked their way slowly up Sango's legs and to her waist undoing the sash and opening her kimono. Miroku kissed Sango's collarbone as his hands undid the bindings for her chest, relieving them of the wretched things. As Sango's full breast came into view Miroku lick his lips as if seeing a delicious dessert laid before him. Sango looked down at the monk and frowned here she was almost completely naked, save for the panties Kagome had given her, and he was still completely clothed. Sango reached for his robes and struggled with the knot in front, seeing her struggle and knowing what she wanted Miroku got up and quickly disrobed and before Sango could blink he was back covering her body with his and kissing her begging for entrance with his tongue. Their tongues dueled their bodies pressed against each other flesh connecting with flesh as caresses passed between the two. Sango's hands traveled the expansion of Miroku's firm muscular chest. While Miroku held her waist in one hand and moved his other to cup her cream breast causing Sango to arch against his hand breaking the kiss. Sango Groaned feeling Miroku's member pressed against her nether regions with only her thin cloth panties separating them. Miroku trailed kiss up Sango's Jaw nibbling on her ear lob then whispering her name.

"Sango?" His voice whispered, "Lady Sango it's time to get up." Sango groaned when she felt her-self being shaked slowly open her eyes Squinting for a minute to see that the sun was out and Miroku was above her gently shaking her awake. Miroku saw she was finally awake and went to make breakfast for them while she prepared for the day. Sango sat up in her bed and blinked then groaned as the realization of what happened appeared in her mind. It was a dream a wonderful torturous dream. Ugh what a dream Sango thought as she pushed herself out of her sleeping bag and prepared for the long day ahead were she would surely be plagued with thoughts of her dream.

(Authour notage or speakage)

Hey all Kanoka here! Let me start off with this 1) this is my first Sango Miroku story 2) this is my first Inuyasha story 3) this is my first lemon story 4) this only about the third fic I've written. So wow uuh a lot of first and wow lemon blush (My friends won't be surprised I'm a bit of a Hentai more so than most guys and I'm just a sweet innocent little girl. Pah laughter is heard from Kanoka's friends.) But anyways laughs maniacally MMMMMMWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAA! Got ya with the lemon didn't I hahahahahha, yes I hate myself too. Well hey if you review maybe next time it won't be a dream or I won't end it so early. Speaking of early it's 3:44am as much fun as it would be to keep writing I'm beat so lots of reviews please and I love ya all Goodnight.

P.S. Read other stories under the name Kanoka thank you (takes bow and leaves)