What was that you said? L...L... Hmmm. I can't quite read it on the screen here. My eyes just seem to be going bad all of a sudden. Li-Ah! I see. Lime. ::a slow, Grinch-esque grin passes over Sango-sama's face::

Black Widow

Truth (Temporary Title)
Sango-sama
Disclaimer: I know nothing, I see nothing, I hear nothing, and I own nothing.

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The pair travel silently, she on his back while they walk along a marginally cleared path in the forest. A mass of browns and greens surround them on all sides, making it far too easy for them to get lost.

One of his hands looped around her rump, uncharacteristically still for his normal habits while the other grasps his shajaku, its metal rings clinking together in a rhythmic harmony with his stride. Her arms drape over his shoulders, one loosely hugging his neck and the other holding on to his chest from around his broad shoulder.

It was still as deadly silent as it had been since they passed through the barrier's outer wall. No sign of any recent animal tracks remain along the path; the ones he found were from perhaps a week or longer before.

'What could have caused all the creatures to leave?' His eyes scan the forest floor to the treetops as he moves along. 'Perhaps this demoness who used Sango...' His head turns to the side to catch a hasty glimpse of his companion on his back.

Her head tilts to rest upon his shoulder so that her breath passes over the back of his neck, eliciting a delicious, involuntary shiver from him. Her ample chest, which had been pressed against his back, presses into him in time with her soft, sleepy breaths.

In the very least, the Houshi was having a bit of trouble controlling his normal response to such an opportune situation. Nodding his head, he tries to push the thoughts from his head.

Huffing a bit, he slows and bounces Sango up a little so as to readjust his grasp.

Awakening at the jolt, a light moan pushes its way from her lips as her eyes clench shut tightly, shielding them from the cruel sun's brilliant light of the early morning.

"Houshi-sama," she murmurs, her face sliding up to set her chin on his open shoulder as his turns to face her, inadvertently brushing his lips to her cheek. Her eyes widen, blood flushing her cheeks a deep crimson.

Running his tongue lightly across his bottom lip, he turns his head back to the front, his eyes shining with a characteristically lecherous gleam. "Hai, Sango."

Stumbling to regain her already sleep addled train of thought, she manages, "I...Houshi-sama...Move your hand."

"Ah. But Sango, how else am I supposed to carry you?" His lips turn up wryly. "Besides, do you really want me to move it?"

Her lips purse and an eyebrow rises, her eyes glaring accusingly at his face. "Hentai."

Yet she does no more.

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Inuyasha places a clawed hand to the edge of the invisible barrier, which bounces off with considerable force. He tumbles back across the ground a good five feet before sprawling out on the grass.

"Inuyasha." Kagome runs to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Irritated, Inuyasha glares at the barrier, searching for a weakness in the evil force. Standing up, he brushes himself off and returns to the barrier's edge.

"This is something like Naraku's barrier," Kagome reasons. "It's giving off an evil aura. But--"

"But it doesn't smell that bastard." Crinkling his nose up, he rubs his sore hand. "Just as bad....but it's not him."

"Whoever it is, they have to be powerful enough to set up this barrier."

A cocky grin spreads across his face. "Feh. It won't stand for too much longer."

In a matter of seconds, an unsheathed Tetsusaiga rises into the air, but remains untransformed.

"The evil aura won't let it transform?"

Sighing, Kagome sinks to the ground. "I guess we wait for Kirara and Shippou."

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Sango sits against a tree, playing with a blade of grass. Needing something, anything, to keep her mind occupied--anything to avoid thinking about that demon's conversation with him in the cave.

"Sango, we need to talk."

Her eyes focus onto the piece of grass she was twisting between her fingers. She doesn't dare raise them to meet his. "I know."

Frowning slightly, he watches her as he continues. "This demoness...what did she do to you?"

"It was like being in my own body, but unable to control the slightest movement. I could see and hear and think just fine. But I couldn't speak or move." The blade of grass snaps between her fingers. Her eyes close and head bows with a sort of mock reverence. "I was just barely able to stop her in time."

His eyes grow serious. "So she was trying to kill me."

"Mmmhmm."

"I can't think of anyone not related to Naraku who would actively seek us out."

"But the person holding me captive was definitely a woman."

"He does have that shape-shifting ability…but you may be right. I couldn't detect his presence."

Sango stands up and faces away from him.

"Sango."

"Hmm?"

"When did she take you over?"

Her cheeks flush a bright red. In spite of all of the courage she had in facing youkai, she can't bring herself to turn to look into his eyes."After I went out to wash my face."

"So that was…"

"Yeah. It wasn't me talking to you in the cave...she had seen all my memories, my thoughts...my feelings, but she was still that demon."

A pause hangs between them as the Houshi processes this newfound information. "Then the kiss was…"

"Just a distraction. She was going to poison you, I think. When she was in my mind, I could see flashes of her thoughts. She wanted me to watch you suffer and for me to blame myself."

The light crunch of grass beneath footfalls grows closer to her until two strong arms encircle around her, one at her shoulders and the other just below her chest.

"I wouldn't blame you at all, Sango. I know you wouldn't really try to hurt me."

A light smile crosses her lips. "Except when you act like a lech."

"Of course." Smiling, his head bends down, open lips teasingly trailing his warm breath down the side of her neck to reach it's sensitive pulse point, where he presses his lips to her warming skin.

The touch was electric. A breathy moan of pleasure shudders through her own lips. Almost reflexively, she tilts her head away, granting him all of the access to the exposed flesh of her neck that her yukata would allow. Her arms reach up and hold onto the arm encompassing her shoulder.

His lips slowly rise back up her neck placing gentle nip sat short intervals, all the way up to just behind her ear. "Sango," he whispers.

Her head turns so that her eyes, drunken with the overwhelming sensations, meet his smoldering ones. Their eyes dart back and forth between eyes and lips, drawing together with an agonizingly wonderful dawdling.

She turns in his arms, moving her delicately able hands up behind his neck, as his arms gently remain in place, both supporting and pulling her to him.

"Houshi-sama," she breathes, closing her eyes.

Lips crash upon lips, drinking in the full range of sensations.

Their eyes open briefly, reading each other's and seeing no hesitation before moving back to interlock like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

His tongue flicks out over her bottom lip, until her lips part.

Delicately, he tastes the inside of her mouth, before drawing her tongue to his. Somewhat blindly she follows, wondering absently exactly how much experience he has had, before moving her tongue to join his. Their tongues twine and dance against each other until the need to breathe overcomes them both.

"Ahem. If you're done now."

"Osuwari." Kagome exhaustingly raises a hand to her forehead. "He has no delicacy at all."

"Baka," mutters Shippou.