Miroku's Bedtime Stories
Chapter 19
Gossip
(AN: I had a major computer catastrophe and lost all my files, and I do mean all of them. I think it was a nasty virus that I picked up somewhere. I'm back on my computer after deleting everything and reloading. At least my stories are all archived here at ff. I'm not happy with the evil gods of software tonight. Or anyone who sacrifices to them. You know who you are, Bill Gates! ()
Inuyasha and Kagome were back as promised. Sango kept wondering if she looked different somehow, if something about her would betray the fact that she had given herself to someone, body and soul. However, Kagome prattled on about this and that so there didn't seem to be anything giving it away.
Shippou had come back from spending the night at some of his little village playmate's home, making sure that Kagome knew that he missed her with a full body tackle and hug.
Throughout the day, Sango would occasionally feel that tingle on the back of her neck and a warmth in her stomach that told her that Miroku was staring at her again.
A look that would have warranted a slap and an admonition not too many months ago was now something she found herself actually longing for and enjoying when it happened.
Inuyasha was apparently more observant than Kagome, because he would notice the looks, and then the two of them pretending not to look, the blushes and "accidental" meeting of hands and brushes against shoulders and hips in passing. But, he simply ignored it or smirked a little, making no comment.
That evening, Sango slipped out quietly to the hot springs after dinner, needing some time alone, among other necessities.
As she slipped into the steaming water, she notice 3 of the local village maidens had also had the same thought on a full mooned evening.
She recognized Sakura with two other young women. She was pretty in a typical fashion and was the middle daughter of the headman. Sango knew her to be a gossip, so she had avoided her company as much as possible.
Laughter and giggles floated over the water as Sango occupied herself with the task of washing her hair and then settling down with a sigh to rid herself of the days small aches and pains.
Suddenly, she heard her name and stiffened. "Sakura!" she thought, "nasty little gossip!"
Nevertheless, the temptation to listen while pretending not to was too strong. She heard her name again, then another bout of muffled giggles. She was sure she was meant to overhear, but immediately wished she had just taken her dignity and left.
"Did you see that terrible scar on her back? Why would a handsome young fellow like the houshi want to look at something like that! I hear they're lovers, you know! Foolish girl, he could have any woman in the village, and probably has!"
Sango rose quickly and grabbed her clothes, not bothering to dry herself or her hair. Throwing on her yukata, she ran off quickly, to the faint sounds of another round of feminine snickers.
She had no idea of where she was going, as long as it was away from looks, whispers, sneers and laughter at her expense. Tears ran openly down her face that she didn't even bother to wipe away.
When she finally stopped, deeper within the surrounding forest than she'd ever ventured alone before, it didn't take her long to realize that she was totally disoriented in the dark and quite lost.
She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest and started sobbing anew. She was oblivious to everything but the hot misery that resided in her chest and threatened to suffocate her.
Miroku was increasingly uneasy. Sango had been gone for quite some time. He had some vague idea that women took longer at such routines than men did, but still, she had been gone an unreasonably long amount of time, in his opinion. "Kagome," he cleared his throat, his anxiety making him drop the honorific this time, "Would you mind looking in on Sango? She went to bathe and has been some time now. Naturally, I would not presume to go where the ladies are bathing right now." he finished.
"Since when?" snorted Inuyasha, rising up and stretching himself and shaking himself lightly all over. "Come on, Kagome, I'll follow behind you and make sure everything is all right. And I won't peek!"
Miroku shook his head, "I can't help but feel something is amiss."
Kagome stood up. "I'll go, but I'm sure she's fine. Just wanting a nice long soak," she said, as Inuyasha followed her out the doorway.
Inuyasha stopped and let Kagome continue on by herself to the edge of the spring, where she immediately noticed that Sango wasn't there. She ran back to Inuyasha.
"Sango's not there!" she said in alarm. Inuyasha grabbed her shoulders. "Go get Miroku, I'll start looking!" he said, turning his amazing youkai sense of smell to good use and honing in on Sango's familiar scent.
"Got it!" he thought to himself as he speeded off in great leaps into the forest north of the village.
Kagome ran to the hut and threw open the door. "Miroku!" she called. Miroku was already on his feet, staff clenched in his hands and he ran out with Kagome. "I was right, wasn't I?" he panted. "Something's wrong!"
Kagome nodded, breathlessly. "She wasn't there, Inuyasha went looking for her. Don't worry, he'll find her."
Miroku gave her a look of sheer frustration. "I should have never allowed her to go anywhere alone!" he said between clenched teeth.
"Not even to bathe?" said Kagome in a slightly shocked tone, looking sideways at him. When had he gotten so possessive of Sango? She generally took care of herself quite well and Miroku seemed to quietly acknowledge the fact.
"What difference does that make?" Miroku retorted, slamming his staff into the ground. "I should have been with her!"
Kagome said nothing, but looked askance at him. She realized that there was a steadily growing attraction on Sango's part to the handsome monk, but was this evidence that the devotion was returned?
Faintly in the distance, they both heard a loud unmistakably feminine scream, and Inuyasha's unmistakable battle roar.
Miroku and Kagome ran toward the sounds, each with a similar fear in their hearts.
Crashing through some of the denser underbrush into a small clearing, Miroku beheld his worst nightmare descending upon a barely clothed Sango.
"Spider demon!" he thought, as he sought Inuyasha in the dimness. Finally, a flash of silver caught his eye in the treetops as he spied the hanyou wrestling with another one of the loathesome creatures.
"Sango!" he cried, fears temporarily pushed aside as he ran over and pushed her aside to confront the monstrosity.
It's gnashing fangs glistened with poison, and he struck it a blow with his shakujou. The creature screamed as one of its mulititude of staring eyes was damaged by the blow, serum and blood running freely from it.
Miroku took position, all of his training coming to the fore as he looked for any weakness in the creature, an opening to attack a vulnerable point.
With its heavy carapace, the creature had few besides its head and softer underbelly. He spied his opening as the creature lunged again towards him, widening its stance. He rolled underneath and thrust his staff with all his might into the creature's abdomen. Gore rushed out and he quickly rolled again to avoid being crushed by its falling weight as it thudded heavily to the ground, shrieking all the while.
"Sango!" he got to his feet and ran over to her, kneeling down to see if she was injured. She looked to be in shock, from what he could see in the dim light.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly. "Sango, anata!"
She kept her face turned away, so he reached around to lift her chin and peer anxiously into her eyes. As soon as he let go, she again dropped her chin to her chest.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, running his hands lightly over her to check for blood or wounds.
"On my shoulder," she said hoarsely, as he pulled her robe down and saw a small gash there. It was bleeding very little, but still somewhat deep.
"Can you stand?" he asked, looking up to see Inuyasha finish throttling the creature he'd been wrestling with as it gave its death throes into his clenched hands.
"Yes," she whispered, attempting to do so with his hands under her elbows for support.
Inuyasha dropped silently from the tree, looking up with a sneer on his face. "Got her just in time, taijiya!" he said, looking at Sango with her ripped yukata hanging off one wounded shoulder.
"What possessed you to go wandering out in the forest at night in your yukata?" asked Inuyasha rudely as he stood in front of the couple with his arms folded.
"We can discuss that later," said Miroku, frowning openly at Inuyasha and putting his arm protectively around Sango.
"Stupid wench!" said Inuyasha, walking off with long strides ahead of them.
"Pay no attention to him, anata," said Miroku in soothing tones. "I need to get you back to Kaede's hut and see to that gash."
Sango nodded numbly. "Another scar," she murmured dazedly.
"What?" he asked, leaning in to better hear her almost inaudible comment.
"Scar."
He shook his head, deciding she must be in some sort of shock still from fear and pain.
Soon, they were back at Kaede's hut, where she was waiting with her medicine chest. "Come here, child, let's see to that gash." Kaede said kindly, sitting the young demon slayer gently on a futon."]
Miroku stood nervously over them, watching as Sango's breath hissed slightly as the wound was cleaned and bandaged carefully. "Be glad you do not feel the poison of the spider demon," Kaede said to her, checking her carefully for fever and reaction around the wound.
"I'm resistant to it," said Sango dully. "I've been bitten a few times before and treated."
"No doubt you'll feel it later, my child," said Kaede. "Someone should sit with you tonight to give you this medicine when it affects you."
"I'll do that, Lady Kaede," said Miroku, moving to take the bundle of herbs from Kaede.
Sango looked at him through her bangs. "You don't have to if you don't wish to do so," she said quietly, turning her head away from him.
Miroku's eyebrows raised in mild astonishment. "And why would I not?" he asked in a puzzled tone.
"I'll leave you to work this out between yourselves," Kaede said, with an odd twinkle in her only eye. "I have more important matters to attend to than watching a lover's quarrel at my age."
Sango blushed deeply. "Does everyone know?" she whispered, looking at Kaede's retreating figure.
"Don't you wish them to know?" asked Miroku, sitting down carefully beside her, and casually draping his arm around her waist. He smiled sweetly down at her as she quickly pulled up the remnants of her torn robe around her shoulder.
Across the room, Kagome jabbed Inuyasha sharply in the ribs as he stared at them with a slightly opened mouth. Leaning over to whisper something in one of his upright ears, they quickly left, dragging a complaining Shippou with them. He was quickly silenced with the promise of strawberry pocky.
"Well, now that we're so conveniently alone," said Miroku, "perhaps you can let me know what in the nine hells caused you to go out into the forest in nothing but this?" he asked, fingering the light cotton of her sleeping robe.
Sango bit her lip and turned away. "Sakura and two other girls, they were saying things," she mumbled.
"Sakura?" he said, pursing his lips in thought a moment, "Oh, yes, pretty girl, the headman's daughter. One of them, anyway." "Yes," Sango whispered, then looked him in the eyes. "And how do YOU know her, houshi-sama?" she asked in a faintly bitter tone.
"Uh, ah, well, she, um." said Miroku, "she had sort of caught my attention in the past," he finished lamely.
"I see," said Sango, narrowing her eyes at him. "Tell me, what was her reply when you asked her to bear you an heir?"
"Uh, well, actually, she was somewhat, well, willing."
"Really, how surprising," said Sango sarcastically.
"Take note I said, 'in the past'" he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender or self-protection.
"She apparently is unhappy with your current choice of bed companions," said Sango bitterly, pulling her shoulder away from his gaze.
"She said I was scarred and too rough and ugly for the likes of you," Sango bit off, looking him in the eyes again to weigh his reaction to that statement. "What a high opinion she has of your incomparable masculine beauty!"
"Sango!" he began in protest. "I assure you, I put no such thought in that moronic wench's head! Besides, she's the village's worst gossip! And apparently has a nasty jealous streak too. Why should you find any truth in her comments?"
Sango looked at him quietly for a moment. His distress was definitely genuine, she thought, watching his breathing quicken and the pulse lightly throb in his neck as he spoke in earnest tones.
"I just couldn't stand to hear anymore," she said in a quiet tone. "I was in the forest before I ever realized where I was running. It just was so painful to listen to that, that, bitch!" Sango burst out.
Miroku chuckled at the outburst. Sango rarely used rough language, in spite of her fighting spirit and it tickled him to hear her talk that way. The fact that she was jealous over him didn't hurt either.
"My poor Sango," he said, half mockingly. "Let's say we make Sakura extremely jealous tomorrow and let me kiss you right in front of her."
"Hentai!" she said, slapping him lightly on the arm but now giggling too.
"Ah, it'll will be worth the pain, anata," he said, winking at her, and rubbing his jaw in anticipation of the slap that behavior would cost him.
"Why do you always make me laugh when I'm trying to be serious?" she asked, looking up into his eyes and suddenly reaching over to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
He bent down and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Because it's one of the few things I have to offer you, my Sango."
She embraced him tightly, rising up on her knees to do so. "I love you," she whispered in his ear, kissing the lobe and nuzzling against his neck.
"I know," he said, still smiling. She drew back and frowned at him. "I mean, I love you too," he said, quickly recovering.
"You're hopelessly arrogant," she whispered, biting his ear a little.
He jumped slightly. "If you keep punishing me in that fashion, you're going to see more arrogance than you can handle!" he said, grabbing her uninjured arm and pulling her down for a mouth-bruising kiss.
She came up gasping. "I suppose I'll have to learn to endure it," she said silkily. "Oh, don't tease me so, koishii," he murmured. "Not until we're alone again at any rate," he said, flashing a very hentai grin down at her passion flushed features. "We are going to have to arrange for that to happen more often," Sango said, as she met his searching mouth again with a fierce kiss of her own.
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Chapter 19
Gossip
(AN: I had a major computer catastrophe and lost all my files, and I do mean all of them. I think it was a nasty virus that I picked up somewhere. I'm back on my computer after deleting everything and reloading. At least my stories are all archived here at ff. I'm not happy with the evil gods of software tonight. Or anyone who sacrifices to them. You know who you are, Bill Gates! ()
Inuyasha and Kagome were back as promised. Sango kept wondering if she looked different somehow, if something about her would betray the fact that she had given herself to someone, body and soul. However, Kagome prattled on about this and that so there didn't seem to be anything giving it away.
Shippou had come back from spending the night at some of his little village playmate's home, making sure that Kagome knew that he missed her with a full body tackle and hug.
Throughout the day, Sango would occasionally feel that tingle on the back of her neck and a warmth in her stomach that told her that Miroku was staring at her again.
A look that would have warranted a slap and an admonition not too many months ago was now something she found herself actually longing for and enjoying when it happened.
Inuyasha was apparently more observant than Kagome, because he would notice the looks, and then the two of them pretending not to look, the blushes and "accidental" meeting of hands and brushes against shoulders and hips in passing. But, he simply ignored it or smirked a little, making no comment.
That evening, Sango slipped out quietly to the hot springs after dinner, needing some time alone, among other necessities.
As she slipped into the steaming water, she notice 3 of the local village maidens had also had the same thought on a full mooned evening.
She recognized Sakura with two other young women. She was pretty in a typical fashion and was the middle daughter of the headman. Sango knew her to be a gossip, so she had avoided her company as much as possible.
Laughter and giggles floated over the water as Sango occupied herself with the task of washing her hair and then settling down with a sigh to rid herself of the days small aches and pains.
Suddenly, she heard her name and stiffened. "Sakura!" she thought, "nasty little gossip!"
Nevertheless, the temptation to listen while pretending not to was too strong. She heard her name again, then another bout of muffled giggles. She was sure she was meant to overhear, but immediately wished she had just taken her dignity and left.
"Did you see that terrible scar on her back? Why would a handsome young fellow like the houshi want to look at something like that! I hear they're lovers, you know! Foolish girl, he could have any woman in the village, and probably has!"
Sango rose quickly and grabbed her clothes, not bothering to dry herself or her hair. Throwing on her yukata, she ran off quickly, to the faint sounds of another round of feminine snickers.
She had no idea of where she was going, as long as it was away from looks, whispers, sneers and laughter at her expense. Tears ran openly down her face that she didn't even bother to wipe away.
When she finally stopped, deeper within the surrounding forest than she'd ever ventured alone before, it didn't take her long to realize that she was totally disoriented in the dark and quite lost.
She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest and started sobbing anew. She was oblivious to everything but the hot misery that resided in her chest and threatened to suffocate her.
Miroku was increasingly uneasy. Sango had been gone for quite some time. He had some vague idea that women took longer at such routines than men did, but still, she had been gone an unreasonably long amount of time, in his opinion. "Kagome," he cleared his throat, his anxiety making him drop the honorific this time, "Would you mind looking in on Sango? She went to bathe and has been some time now. Naturally, I would not presume to go where the ladies are bathing right now." he finished.
"Since when?" snorted Inuyasha, rising up and stretching himself and shaking himself lightly all over. "Come on, Kagome, I'll follow behind you and make sure everything is all right. And I won't peek!"
Miroku shook his head, "I can't help but feel something is amiss."
Kagome stood up. "I'll go, but I'm sure she's fine. Just wanting a nice long soak," she said, as Inuyasha followed her out the doorway.
Inuyasha stopped and let Kagome continue on by herself to the edge of the spring, where she immediately noticed that Sango wasn't there. She ran back to Inuyasha.
"Sango's not there!" she said in alarm. Inuyasha grabbed her shoulders. "Go get Miroku, I'll start looking!" he said, turning his amazing youkai sense of smell to good use and honing in on Sango's familiar scent.
"Got it!" he thought to himself as he speeded off in great leaps into the forest north of the village.
Kagome ran to the hut and threw open the door. "Miroku!" she called. Miroku was already on his feet, staff clenched in his hands and he ran out with Kagome. "I was right, wasn't I?" he panted. "Something's wrong!"
Kagome nodded, breathlessly. "She wasn't there, Inuyasha went looking for her. Don't worry, he'll find her."
Miroku gave her a look of sheer frustration. "I should have never allowed her to go anywhere alone!" he said between clenched teeth.
"Not even to bathe?" said Kagome in a slightly shocked tone, looking sideways at him. When had he gotten so possessive of Sango? She generally took care of herself quite well and Miroku seemed to quietly acknowledge the fact.
"What difference does that make?" Miroku retorted, slamming his staff into the ground. "I should have been with her!"
Kagome said nothing, but looked askance at him. She realized that there was a steadily growing attraction on Sango's part to the handsome monk, but was this evidence that the devotion was returned?
Faintly in the distance, they both heard a loud unmistakably feminine scream, and Inuyasha's unmistakable battle roar.
Miroku and Kagome ran toward the sounds, each with a similar fear in their hearts.
Crashing through some of the denser underbrush into a small clearing, Miroku beheld his worst nightmare descending upon a barely clothed Sango.
"Spider demon!" he thought, as he sought Inuyasha in the dimness. Finally, a flash of silver caught his eye in the treetops as he spied the hanyou wrestling with another one of the loathesome creatures.
"Sango!" he cried, fears temporarily pushed aside as he ran over and pushed her aside to confront the monstrosity.
It's gnashing fangs glistened with poison, and he struck it a blow with his shakujou. The creature screamed as one of its mulititude of staring eyes was damaged by the blow, serum and blood running freely from it.
Miroku took position, all of his training coming to the fore as he looked for any weakness in the creature, an opening to attack a vulnerable point.
With its heavy carapace, the creature had few besides its head and softer underbelly. He spied his opening as the creature lunged again towards him, widening its stance. He rolled underneath and thrust his staff with all his might into the creature's abdomen. Gore rushed out and he quickly rolled again to avoid being crushed by its falling weight as it thudded heavily to the ground, shrieking all the while.
"Sango!" he got to his feet and ran over to her, kneeling down to see if she was injured. She looked to be in shock, from what he could see in the dim light.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly. "Sango, anata!"
She kept her face turned away, so he reached around to lift her chin and peer anxiously into her eyes. As soon as he let go, she again dropped her chin to her chest.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, running his hands lightly over her to check for blood or wounds.
"On my shoulder," she said hoarsely, as he pulled her robe down and saw a small gash there. It was bleeding very little, but still somewhat deep.
"Can you stand?" he asked, looking up to see Inuyasha finish throttling the creature he'd been wrestling with as it gave its death throes into his clenched hands.
"Yes," she whispered, attempting to do so with his hands under her elbows for support.
Inuyasha dropped silently from the tree, looking up with a sneer on his face. "Got her just in time, taijiya!" he said, looking at Sango with her ripped yukata hanging off one wounded shoulder.
"What possessed you to go wandering out in the forest at night in your yukata?" asked Inuyasha rudely as he stood in front of the couple with his arms folded.
"We can discuss that later," said Miroku, frowning openly at Inuyasha and putting his arm protectively around Sango.
"Stupid wench!" said Inuyasha, walking off with long strides ahead of them.
"Pay no attention to him, anata," said Miroku in soothing tones. "I need to get you back to Kaede's hut and see to that gash."
Sango nodded numbly. "Another scar," she murmured dazedly.
"What?" he asked, leaning in to better hear her almost inaudible comment.
"Scar."
He shook his head, deciding she must be in some sort of shock still from fear and pain.
Soon, they were back at Kaede's hut, where she was waiting with her medicine chest. "Come here, child, let's see to that gash." Kaede said kindly, sitting the young demon slayer gently on a futon."]
Miroku stood nervously over them, watching as Sango's breath hissed slightly as the wound was cleaned and bandaged carefully. "Be glad you do not feel the poison of the spider demon," Kaede said to her, checking her carefully for fever and reaction around the wound.
"I'm resistant to it," said Sango dully. "I've been bitten a few times before and treated."
"No doubt you'll feel it later, my child," said Kaede. "Someone should sit with you tonight to give you this medicine when it affects you."
"I'll do that, Lady Kaede," said Miroku, moving to take the bundle of herbs from Kaede.
Sango looked at him through her bangs. "You don't have to if you don't wish to do so," she said quietly, turning her head away from him.
Miroku's eyebrows raised in mild astonishment. "And why would I not?" he asked in a puzzled tone.
"I'll leave you to work this out between yourselves," Kaede said, with an odd twinkle in her only eye. "I have more important matters to attend to than watching a lover's quarrel at my age."
Sango blushed deeply. "Does everyone know?" she whispered, looking at Kaede's retreating figure.
"Don't you wish them to know?" asked Miroku, sitting down carefully beside her, and casually draping his arm around her waist. He smiled sweetly down at her as she quickly pulled up the remnants of her torn robe around her shoulder.
Across the room, Kagome jabbed Inuyasha sharply in the ribs as he stared at them with a slightly opened mouth. Leaning over to whisper something in one of his upright ears, they quickly left, dragging a complaining Shippou with them. He was quickly silenced with the promise of strawberry pocky.
"Well, now that we're so conveniently alone," said Miroku, "perhaps you can let me know what in the nine hells caused you to go out into the forest in nothing but this?" he asked, fingering the light cotton of her sleeping robe.
Sango bit her lip and turned away. "Sakura and two other girls, they were saying things," she mumbled.
"Sakura?" he said, pursing his lips in thought a moment, "Oh, yes, pretty girl, the headman's daughter. One of them, anyway." "Yes," Sango whispered, then looked him in the eyes. "And how do YOU know her, houshi-sama?" she asked in a faintly bitter tone.
"Uh, ah, well, she, um." said Miroku, "she had sort of caught my attention in the past," he finished lamely.
"I see," said Sango, narrowing her eyes at him. "Tell me, what was her reply when you asked her to bear you an heir?"
"Uh, well, actually, she was somewhat, well, willing."
"Really, how surprising," said Sango sarcastically.
"Take note I said, 'in the past'" he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender or self-protection.
"She apparently is unhappy with your current choice of bed companions," said Sango bitterly, pulling her shoulder away from his gaze.
"She said I was scarred and too rough and ugly for the likes of you," Sango bit off, looking him in the eyes again to weigh his reaction to that statement. "What a high opinion she has of your incomparable masculine beauty!"
"Sango!" he began in protest. "I assure you, I put no such thought in that moronic wench's head! Besides, she's the village's worst gossip! And apparently has a nasty jealous streak too. Why should you find any truth in her comments?"
Sango looked at him quietly for a moment. His distress was definitely genuine, she thought, watching his breathing quicken and the pulse lightly throb in his neck as he spoke in earnest tones.
"I just couldn't stand to hear anymore," she said in a quiet tone. "I was in the forest before I ever realized where I was running. It just was so painful to listen to that, that, bitch!" Sango burst out.
Miroku chuckled at the outburst. Sango rarely used rough language, in spite of her fighting spirit and it tickled him to hear her talk that way. The fact that she was jealous over him didn't hurt either.
"My poor Sango," he said, half mockingly. "Let's say we make Sakura extremely jealous tomorrow and let me kiss you right in front of her."
"Hentai!" she said, slapping him lightly on the arm but now giggling too.
"Ah, it'll will be worth the pain, anata," he said, winking at her, and rubbing his jaw in anticipation of the slap that behavior would cost him.
"Why do you always make me laugh when I'm trying to be serious?" she asked, looking up into his eyes and suddenly reaching over to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
He bent down and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Because it's one of the few things I have to offer you, my Sango."
She embraced him tightly, rising up on her knees to do so. "I love you," she whispered in his ear, kissing the lobe and nuzzling against his neck.
"I know," he said, still smiling. She drew back and frowned at him. "I mean, I love you too," he said, quickly recovering.
"You're hopelessly arrogant," she whispered, biting his ear a little.
He jumped slightly. "If you keep punishing me in that fashion, you're going to see more arrogance than you can handle!" he said, grabbing her uninjured arm and pulling her down for a mouth-bruising kiss.
She came up gasping. "I suppose I'll have to learn to endure it," she said silkily. "Oh, don't tease me so, koishii," he murmured. "Not until we're alone again at any rate," he said, flashing a very hentai grin down at her passion flushed features. "We are going to have to arrange for that to happen more often," Sango said, as she met his searching mouth again with a fierce kiss of her own.
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