AHH! I apologize profusely to all who have been waiting for this chapter! Gomen, gomen, but school is fast becoming an impediment to my recreation (as well as my education. Hmph.). I actually have quite a bit of homework that I should be doing right now, but it's almost midnight and I didn't have any plans on sleeping at all anyway, so I figured I may as well do something fun before succumbing to the mental degradation that is homework.

*a voice calls out* WE DON'T CARE!

*another voice* YEAH! JUST GIVE US THE DAMN FIC! YOU PROMISED US TWO CHAPTERS YESTERDAY AND DIDN'T DELIVER!

*sweatdrop* OK, OK! You win! *fumbles with her storynotes and starts typing*

*peeks up from her keyboard and says in a small voice* Um…just as a warning…this chapter won't be as lemony as I know some of you would like…but I'm saving the best for last, so don't hurt me!

::Insert Standard Disclaimer Here::

CHAPTER 4: The Monk's *REALLY* 'Good Night'

Tentatively, Sango gently reached her fingertips out to the monk's peaceful, sleeping face. She smiled to herself, blushing slightly, as she tried to think of ways to 'test' him and maintain some sense of conscience at the same time. Yeah, right, she thought with a snort, You're only doing this out of a sense of self-protection…just keep telling yourself that, Sango, and maybe in a distant universe it'll be the truth. If he does find your hotspot again, just what exactly are you going to do, hm? You know how you'll react. Touching him in an equally…sensitive…spot doesn't really seem like the best way of protecting yourself. It's not quite the same as Kagome giving Inuyasha a 'Sit!' now is it? Sango bit her lip, looking away from Miroku's face, but not moving her hand from his cheek.

As she argued with herself internally, Sango failed to notice Miroku's eyelids flutter.

Miroku tried valiantly to clear his mind of the haze surrounding it as he slowly regained consciousness. He felt something warm and soft against the side of his face and fought to open his eyes. Sango? What is she…? His first instinct was to speak, but his words would not move past his throat, and he decided it would be best if he feigned sleep for the moment. He heard her mutter to herself.

"I've got to find it. I'll just find it quickly and then sleep."

What is she talking about I wonder…? the monk thought lazily. He felt her hand move away from his face, and almost opened his eyes to speak. But then he felt a soft touch on his neck as Sango gently turned his head to one side. Suddenly, he felt a soft weight on his chest as she knelt over him. She angled her head into the crook of his neck and he could feel her warm breath against his throat. He felt her place a small kiss on the underside of his jaw, near his ear. His awareness flared and his eyebrows rose in surprise. What the—! Ah, go with it, houshi… Keeping his eyes shut, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly upward as he tilted his head back slightly to give Sango easier access. She stopped and lifted her head.

"Well, that got a bit of a reaction…but it's not enough." He heard her try to calm her breathing. "That can't be it."

Miroku's mind began to race, trying to put together just what kind of game Sango was playing with him. Whatever it was, it seemed important to her that he be unconscious. Well, that's somewhat cruel of her…I would've missed out on all the fun. Perhaps if I can control my reactions, she will…prolong…her explorations. Kami-sama is this going to be hell…Miroku's thoughts were cut off as he felt Sango gently trailing her fingers down his clothed leg. He fought to keep his body from tensing as her short nails teased his skin through the cloth. He nearly gasped when she placed her fingers lightly on his kneecap and then traced an excruciatingly slow path upwards along his inner thigh. She dragged her fingers higher…and higher…and slower…and just as he thought he could take no more, she stopped. He exhaled in frustration as his body relaxed, and remembered to try and school his breathing.

"Hmm…well…that was something…his breathing quickened anyway…"

Miroku mentally prepared himself as he felt Sango shift her position. He felt her move upwards again, bringing her face close to his. He almost smiled as he felt her bring her head to one side and begin blowing lightly in his ear, absently stroking his cheek with one hand. Hmm, a nice feeling, but one that will not elicit any reaction that I cannot completely cont—AH! His nerves jumped as he felt Sango gently trace the tip of her tongue along the outer shell of his ear, her lips gently closing over his earlobe and nipping him gently. He struggled determinedly for control. He heard Sango sigh weakly as she began placing a small trail of kissing down his neck, this time focusing on the hollow of his throat, letting her tongue graze over his heated skin. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and he clenched a hand spasmodically, though Sango didn't seem to notice. He almost sighed in relief when she drew away.

"Damn…nothing…"

NOTHING?! Miroku's mind screamed.

"Well…he's sweating a little…but that could be because of the night air…"

Oh, I assure you, the night air is the least thing I have to sweat over right now…

"Maybe…"

Miroku stilled his breathing. He fought the urge to jump up and run when he heard Sango emit a low, seductive laugh. The sound was almost arousing as having her physically touch him.

"Well he took his outer robes off already…"

Miroku's panic rose.

"It couldn't hurt…"

Don't count on it.

"He'll never know…"

*Snort!*

"Ah, just admit it Sango…you want to…"

Heh. Heheheheheh…NO! WAIT! Miroku's mind reeled as he felt Sango slipping her hands beneath his clothing, gently moving aside the folds. He nearly succumbed to the heat that curled through his veins as she traced her fingers along his bared flesh, felt the crush of her breasts against him through the thin material of her borrowed tank top. He resisted the urge to grab her as she snaked her arms around his torso to gently caress a path down his spine, weaving patterns with her fingers across his back.

AH! Kami! Kami-sama! Oh KUSO!

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Sometime later, Sango sat propped up against the log beside the monk, frowning slightly in frustration. She'd explored every possibility she could think of, save groping him outright, but with little success. Well, not *entirely* without success…she thought with a smirk. Miroku had tensed and shuddered and sweated continuously throughout her exploring. The fire in her veins had begun to cool somewhat, however, as she felt sleep beginning to drag at her senses, and, quite frankly, she'd run out of ideas as to what would make the monk react the strongest. She leaned over to him, caressing his cheek and pressing a small kiss to his temple, noting the slightly salty taste of his sweat and reveling in the smell of the heat that was laced through his hair. Deciding to give up her search, she laid her head on the monk's shoulder, absently caressing his dark hair.

Suddenly, she felt the monk tense.

The corners of Sango's mouth curved upward in a slight smile and she narrowed her eyes. Taking careful note of his reaction, she carefully unbound the small tail of hair at the base of the monk's neck. His body remained tense, almost expectant. Sango laced her fingers upward through his hair and then began to pull downward, her nails grazing his scalp as she slowly began to comb out the dark locks…

Miroku's eyes almost snapped open and he could barely repress a gasp. Every nerve in his scalp tingled as Sango began running her fingers through his hair. Every place that Sango had touched him earlier suddenly flared with heat. A wave of indescribable pleasure started to roll through his veins, starting beneath her stroking fingers and roaring down his spine, flooding outward to his fingertips and toes, and settling in his groin. His back arched slightly and his head fell back, pressing her hand into the cushion of his robes. He heard her laugh that seductive laugh again and felt her lean in close, letting her tongue graze the hollow of his throat as her fingers continued to pull and tease.

"Ahhh…Sango…" he murmured softly, his control broken as every nerve in his body screamed with desire. She sat up quickly at the sound of his voice. With the loss of her nearness and her warmth, Miroku managed to get ahold of himself and restore a look of calm to his face, though he was sweating profusely once more. He heard her exhale a shaky breath.

"Thank the gods…he's only dreaming…"

Don't I wish.

"I've got to get ahold of myself. I almost woke him up…I've let myself get too carried away…Kami, he does smell good though…"

*Smirk* Miroku felt her hands gently arranging his clothes, covering him once more as she yawned. His heartbeat fluttered as he felt Sango press a chaste kiss, almost shyly, to his lips. He fought his desire to respond.

"Goodnight, houshi-sama," she murmured softly as she retreated to the other side of the fire.

Indeed it was, Sango-chan. Indeed it was.

A/N: *Sigh* I love WAFFyness. Please let me know how you liked this little teaser! If you want more, you know what to do! Just press that little button!!! Please R&R!!!