Friction
Sango-sama
This chapter took far too long. I'm pretty sure my roommate will attest to this. Once again this is not a final version...there's probably a number mistakes and unclear details. But it's down on paper, so I won't complain too much. I plan to do an overhaul on this whole thing when it is complete and I have time. If anyone wants to volunteer to do some Beta-ing for either grammer's sake or for details, I would really appreciate it. If not, I'll have to give myself some time before I look at this again.
I had wanted to some really good ideas for the AU fic, but they can stew a bit longer. ^_^ It was another test and my site kept me from this for quite some time. Anyways, I have basic plot stuff sketched out for the end of the story. If all goes as planned this will have 15 chapters and perhaps a short epilogue story.
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Eyes closed, her lips still press to his. Her tongue darting out over his lower lip, tasting the remnants of sweetness lingering from the peaches the day before.
Pulling back out of the kiss, he settles back onto his knees. "Sango..." His eyes lock onto hers, searching the for any sign of doubt, finding none.
His uncursed hand reaches up, lightly tracing the contour of her face. His slightly calloused fingertips slowly trailing down her cheek and down her jaw bone to her chin. Her breathing growing more strained, she lightly shudders under his prolonged touch.
Her eyes, closing halfway, glaze over in desire, allowing her to fall deep into the sensations his touch was bringing to her. Half-moaning from the sensation, she murmurs, "Miroku."
Gentleness succumbs to passion's flame as he leans down, strong arms pulling her waist tightly against his own, their lips crashing upon each other. Their tongues intertwine, waging silent war for supremacy--a battle where both winner and loser can revel in the spoils of war.
Sango weaves a hand through his hair, gently pulling his locks free of their binding. Silken strands of inky black graze across the top of his shoulders before her fingers move to weave through it again, clinking the beads of the rosary together.
Their lips remain close though not quite touching, teasing each other with the warmth of labored breaths.
Slowly, a hand creeps down from it's place on Sango's lower back, cupping her rear as he lifts her off the ground, pulling her up closer to him.
Sango's right eyebrow rises as she groans into the kiss. Pulling herself back, she gives him a warning look. "Miroku."
"Sorry," he smiles a bit sheepishly, bringing himself to eye level to place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "Force of habit, I suppose."
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Crimson eyes gleam menacingly from the shade of the underbrush. With a silent predatory movement, it emerges from the bushes. Red Feral markings seem to rip across its abdomen. Poison drips froms it's vise-like jaw, beading and sliding down the curved, hooklike tip. Its long black legs skittering across the forest floor, slowing as it nears Okanka.
The woman pets the massive spider, whose head stands slightly higher than her own. Her eyes shine with a dangerous joy. "Do you see that man, darling?"
Two pairs of red eyes regard her. It's jaw quivers, emitting a shrill squeal.
"Kill him."
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Back at Kaede's house, Kirara allows herself a little feline luxury as she cat naps, warming her golden fur in the sunlight. So rarely does she succumb to her feline niceties, aside from occasional petting from Sango and Kagome. Curled into a ball, her sleepy eyes regard the forest.
Her head rises suddenly, ears springing forward, as the hair at the back of her neck stands on end. In a moment, she is on her haunches, springing with the full force of her sinewy hind legs off the wooden porch and onto the damp soil.
The pattering of tiny paws brings Shippou to the entryway. Sleepy, half-lidded eyes attempt to focus on Kirara's form but are unable as flames writhe about the cat's form, twisting and pulling her shape in the giant saber form.
"Kirara-chan, where are you...?"
She peers back over her shoulder to look briefly at Shippou, before growling softly, her eyes sadly pleading.
Frowning, Shippou stares at the sabre for a few seconds before understanding washes over his face, a feeling of cold pounding down his spine. His eyes wide, he runs back inside Kaede's door, yelling loudly. "Kagome! InuYasha!"
Kirara, quickly bounds into the dark forest, ahead of the others.
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The Houshi's mouth wanders down Sango's neck tempting the top of her yukata from her shoulders with his lips.
Her hands still ravelled in his hair, as he meanders down her front. She shivers as he moves ever lower.
"Miroku," she strains to murmur, through the quakes.
His mouth quickly breaks away from the unveiled skin, bringing his eyes to hers.
"Sango. Did I...Did I hurt you?"
Her eyes never met his. Instead she stares into space, eyes wide and forward, quaking even more violently than before. The prayer beads he gave to her clink together, before she falls back in exhaustion.
His eyes move to the beads on her wrist, his eyes slowly widening as the pieces begin to fall into place.
But realization dawns on him far too late, as something sharp pierces his upper back.
Struggling, he turns to see giant spider eyes staring back at him.
The pain was starting to take over his system.
Focusing his energies, he manages to dredge a fuda from his sleeve and fling it onto the spider's head.
The spider quivers for a second before i melts to the ground as dust.
Smiling for but a few seconds, his world grows dark.
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Warm.
So warm.
Safe.
A chill wind passes, making her painfully aware of how far open her yukata is.
'My yukata...open?'
Her eyes part open groggily.
The weight of the collapsed Houshi presses down on Sango's lap, his hand setting in a fairly dangerous position on her thigh.
Her mind doesn't think. It just reacts.
Her hand raises into the air, swinging it down to beat some sense into the Houshi.
"Blood?" Her fist stops inches away from his back. The deep red blood was seeping fast from two large wounds at the back of his neck.
Her eyes widen as a thought occurs to her. Her fingers absently travel to the back of her own neck, tracing the two small scars there.
'A spider did this?'
"Houshi-sama? Wake up!" She shakes his shoulders to no avail.
Setting her jaw, she frowns. "Only one thing I can do then...."
Her head drops down to the wound, her lips sucking at it. Quickly, she turns her head, spitting it out onto the ground.
Wiping her blood-covered lips with the back of her arm, she mutters, "he better not wake up during this."
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From her hiding place, pale, shining eyes regard the bloody scene, rapidly preparing with another Spider Kugutsu in her hands.
"Ah...Naraku's toys are so much fun, but they never last," she pouts. "I'll have to take them all from him when I kill him."
Mad laughter rings through the forest air.
