A/N: Well, I feel much better now. ^__^ I've gotten several requests to
continue, for which I am immensely grateful, and which lead to this chapter
getting done early and being full of sexy bits (even if those sexy bits
involve an evil youkai). It would've been up sooner, but we had some
trouble with the 'Net last night.
"Madam's Song"
Some ridiculously jaunty tune was stuck in Sango's head- had that damned monk been humming it? She wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing just to drive her mad. More likely, though, it was something Kagome had taught her. Kagome wasn't an overly skilled vocalist, but she did make up for whatever talent she lacked in enthusiasm.
"Then suddenly, my intuition and my wisdom grow, and then I know," the exterminator sang softly, and Kirara made a curious purring noise in the back of her throat at the sudden noise. "And most of all I sense compassion from people I don't even know . . . thank you for waking me up . . . "
"Interesting song," Miroku commented from behind her on Kirara's back. "You have a lovely voice- would you sing something else?"
"Shut up," Sango said automatically, so he sang instead, in a very amused tone.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong, to cast me off so discourteously. For I have loved you alone and spend time with you delightedly . . . "
Sango flushed. Miroku had been acting very strangely since . . . well, she couldn't quite remember when, but it was a recent development. She thought. Maybe.
Her head hurt.
The others were far ahead of them- it was still dark, so they could not walk, and Kirara could only move so quickly with two young adults on her back.
She glanced back over her shoulder, and Miroku smiled at her very softly. Almost . . . shyly. He hadn't tried to grope her in days. He hadn't asked his infamous question, hadn't even looked at another woman.
And after a long silence . . .
"We got the afternoon, you got this room for two. One thing I've left to do: discover me discovering you," Sango sang quietly- another of Kagome's songs. "One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain. One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue." She blushed again at the words.
"That's a nice one," Miroku murmured, and leaned slightly closer to her, yet not enough so to be anything less than decent. "Is there more?"
Sango swallowed hard and her blush darkened. "And- and if you want love, we'll make it; swimming a deep sea of blankets . . . " Her embarrassment finally overwhelmed her, and the exterminator trailed off.
" . . . oh," Miroku said softly, and she almost thought that she heard embarrassment in HIS voice for once.
"Houshi-sama," Sango began at the same time he said "Sango . . ."
A pained look crossed his face. "Please stop calling me that, Sango. I hate to hear you call me that. Can't you say my name, just once?"
As Sango fell silent, Kirara slowed down to an idle trot, though neither of her passengers seemed to notice. She finally stopped completely, and still neither the human nor the so-called human spoke.
"Miroku," Sango said after a long, silent moment, and the monk's face broke out in a wide grin.
"Yes, Exterminator-sama?" he asked innocently.
"Shut up and kiss me," she growled, and did so to him.
Miroku laughed in sheer delight at her "attack". "Yes, my dear," he purred against her mouth, and the two tumbled from Kirara's back and into the tall, reedy grass, Sango landing on top and with her knees to either side of the man's hips. He blushed before she even had a chance to get embarrassed, and the girl peered into his eyes for a long moment, seeing only a shy boy and no trace of the perverted man she knew.
"You act so strange when I touch you," she murmured, noting with more than passing interest that his robes had caught on her armor and been pulled loose in the fall. It would be so easy to flick them off his shoulders . . .
"You've seen my luck with women," Miroku told her ruefully. "I've never had an affirmative response. Besides," he added after a moment, blush darkening, "I never felt for any of them the way I feel for you."
She wanted him, she admitted to herself for the umpteenth time. And he was before her in a state that could very easily become one of undress, and it almost looked like . . . he hoped it would. Like he wanted her too, but didn't want to instigate it for the same fear of rejection she had held for so long.
He had stopped flirting with other girls . . .
Anything else that might've or should've been said that night was lost to the wind and grass and dew as the two gave up any need for words or clothes or anything but the one with them. Kirara politely chose that moment to leave them to themselves for the time being.
She never would've gone if she'd had any idea what the monk in her mistress's arms really was or what he was up to.
* tbc . . . *
A/N: The songs "sung" in this fic are, in order, the opening theme for Yu Yu Hakusho, "Greensleeves", and John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland."
In case you cannot tell, by the by, were this story a yaoi fic, Sango would unarguably be the one on top, whether hanging with Miroku or the demon-boy. Since she's always getting groped in canon, I think it's only fair. *suddenly gets another sinfully amusing fic idea* Ack, not again.
Note to self: make Anie write it instead.
"Madam's Song"
Some ridiculously jaunty tune was stuck in Sango's head- had that damned monk been humming it? She wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing just to drive her mad. More likely, though, it was something Kagome had taught her. Kagome wasn't an overly skilled vocalist, but she did make up for whatever talent she lacked in enthusiasm.
"Then suddenly, my intuition and my wisdom grow, and then I know," the exterminator sang softly, and Kirara made a curious purring noise in the back of her throat at the sudden noise. "And most of all I sense compassion from people I don't even know . . . thank you for waking me up . . . "
"Interesting song," Miroku commented from behind her on Kirara's back. "You have a lovely voice- would you sing something else?"
"Shut up," Sango said automatically, so he sang instead, in a very amused tone.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong, to cast me off so discourteously. For I have loved you alone and spend time with you delightedly . . . "
Sango flushed. Miroku had been acting very strangely since . . . well, she couldn't quite remember when, but it was a recent development. She thought. Maybe.
Her head hurt.
The others were far ahead of them- it was still dark, so they could not walk, and Kirara could only move so quickly with two young adults on her back.
She glanced back over her shoulder, and Miroku smiled at her very softly. Almost . . . shyly. He hadn't tried to grope her in days. He hadn't asked his infamous question, hadn't even looked at another woman.
And after a long silence . . .
"We got the afternoon, you got this room for two. One thing I've left to do: discover me discovering you," Sango sang quietly- another of Kagome's songs. "One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain. One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue." She blushed again at the words.
"That's a nice one," Miroku murmured, and leaned slightly closer to her, yet not enough so to be anything less than decent. "Is there more?"
Sango swallowed hard and her blush darkened. "And- and if you want love, we'll make it; swimming a deep sea of blankets . . . " Her embarrassment finally overwhelmed her, and the exterminator trailed off.
" . . . oh," Miroku said softly, and she almost thought that she heard embarrassment in HIS voice for once.
"Houshi-sama," Sango began at the same time he said "Sango . . ."
A pained look crossed his face. "Please stop calling me that, Sango. I hate to hear you call me that. Can't you say my name, just once?"
As Sango fell silent, Kirara slowed down to an idle trot, though neither of her passengers seemed to notice. She finally stopped completely, and still neither the human nor the so-called human spoke.
"Miroku," Sango said after a long, silent moment, and the monk's face broke out in a wide grin.
"Yes, Exterminator-sama?" he asked innocently.
"Shut up and kiss me," she growled, and did so to him.
Miroku laughed in sheer delight at her "attack". "Yes, my dear," he purred against her mouth, and the two tumbled from Kirara's back and into the tall, reedy grass, Sango landing on top and with her knees to either side of the man's hips. He blushed before she even had a chance to get embarrassed, and the girl peered into his eyes for a long moment, seeing only a shy boy and no trace of the perverted man she knew.
"You act so strange when I touch you," she murmured, noting with more than passing interest that his robes had caught on her armor and been pulled loose in the fall. It would be so easy to flick them off his shoulders . . .
"You've seen my luck with women," Miroku told her ruefully. "I've never had an affirmative response. Besides," he added after a moment, blush darkening, "I never felt for any of them the way I feel for you."
She wanted him, she admitted to herself for the umpteenth time. And he was before her in a state that could very easily become one of undress, and it almost looked like . . . he hoped it would. Like he wanted her too, but didn't want to instigate it for the same fear of rejection she had held for so long.
He had stopped flirting with other girls . . .
Anything else that might've or should've been said that night was lost to the wind and grass and dew as the two gave up any need for words or clothes or anything but the one with them. Kirara politely chose that moment to leave them to themselves for the time being.
She never would've gone if she'd had any idea what the monk in her mistress's arms really was or what he was up to.
* tbc . . . *
A/N: The songs "sung" in this fic are, in order, the opening theme for Yu Yu Hakusho, "Greensleeves", and John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland."
In case you cannot tell, by the by, were this story a yaoi fic, Sango would unarguably be the one on top, whether hanging with Miroku or the demon-boy. Since she's always getting groped in canon, I think it's only fair. *suddenly gets another sinfully amusing fic idea* Ack, not again.
Note to self: make Anie write it instead.