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"Sango, Miroku!! I'm going to find Kagome!" Shippo yelled as he sprinted in the opposite direction. "Okay, be careful though we don't want you to get lost again!" Sango yelled back at him. Miroku, now plotting an evil plan, was pacing in a small circle. 'Oh Sango would make a fine mother, what care for children she has. She's so beautiful in her natural state, too. The way her hair is messed up and yet is perfect. The way her eyes appear to be drowsy, yet wide awake.' his thoughts were disrupted by a sudden yearning feeling in his groin.' I've gotta stop doing that. the monk thought to himself.

Sango, oddly enouigh, found herself intently staring at Miroku. "He isn't so bad, besides him having wandering hands, he's an all around good guy.' she thought. Suddenly Miroku ran and fell directly onto his knees to Sango's side. "Please, please. Sagno just let me sleep next to you. I won't touch you, I swear!" Miroku said as he noticed Sango saw him holding one of his hands behind his back. 'He's probably got his fingers crossed.' she thought. Miroku smiled innocently and waved with his cheating hand.

"No, no it's not what you think Sango. Now that we're finally alone I thought I should tell you." Miroku stopped and took a deep breath. "I . . . love you Sango. Yes, you're beautiful, but I love you for who you are and what you make me." Sango cocked her right eye brow up. "So what do I make you houshi?" Sango gave him no time to answer "Hard? Excited?" Miroku took this very offensively ,"Not only that Ms. Intelligence! You make me whole, complete, and in love." Sango replied ,"Do you really mean it? Because if you don't this will look very stupid." Sango pushed Miroku flat on his back and strattled him. "I love you too Miroku." Sango told him as their night of romance began.

"I always suspected you felt differently than you acted." Miroku said. "Well, I play hard to get." Sango replied.Miroku felt flustered, he had hoped that his confession would back fire. For once, it didn't. "Oh Sango, you're so beautiful," Miroku told her. "Miroku, quit the small talk, and just . . . kiss me." she replied. "I want to make it last, can we take it slow?" Miroku pleaded, and Sango nodded her head in return. Miroku brought his hand up to touch her face, very anxiously.

Sango brought her face into the cup of Miroku's uncovered hand. 'Her skin is so smooth, like porcelain. Oh gods she's just so beautiful in the moonlight as she is in the sunn. The dim light outlines her eyes, among her valumptuous figure.' Miroku thought to himself. "Oh!" Sango said as she scooted up and now sat on Miroku's chest. "Why did you move . . oh, I'm sorry about that." Miroku said in realization. "You're just so . . . so." Sango interrupted. "Enticing? Sexy?" "I wish you would let ME tell you those things." Miroku remarked ,"Okay, tell me everything that's on your mind houshi." Sango said as she laid her head on his shoulder, getting comfortable. Miroku said ,"Okay, here goes everthing."