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Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep'
Authors note~ Okay so I didn't update when I said I would and it isn't a long update, but I loved writing this chapter and didn't want to force it. Whether it's good or not I don't know but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all my reviewers from the last chapter.
Chapter 11
Sango's eyes fell silent as she watched Miroku lay silently on her couch. She had been by his side ever since she had gotten him back to her house. She looked over at the troubled teen, her eyes deep with concern. 'Miroku, what's going to happen next. Where does it all go from here?'
Miroku let out a small groan. His body was terribly sore, and he had a splitting headache. He was slipping in and out of unconsciousness almost afraid to open his eyes and find out where he was. 'Damn, where am I?' He closed his eyes tighter trying to remember what had happened. 'Sango. That's right, I remember Sango was there. She found me and took me back to her home.'
Sango noticed Miroku's sudden movement and was beginning to feel lighter. She half smiled, seeing that he was starting to re-awaken. 'I'm glad you're going to be okay Miroku. I was so afraid for a while that you weren't going to be alright.'
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Sango watched in fear as Miroku struggled with himself to stay conscious. She slung his arm over her shoulder and started heading towards her house. "Please try to stay awake Miroku, you'll be okay. I'll get you some help."
Miroku didn't say anything. He was unable to form words in his mouth, everything hurt, and he didn't want to do anything. All he wanted to do was curl up and die. His life was spinning faster and faster out of control. He had no grip on his situation and his hopefulness was fleeing. He coughed, bringing himself back to reality. He opened his eyes slightly seeing his blood all over him he smiled slightly. "It's like a new form of dying from the inside."
Sango looked at Miroku terribly confused. "Miroku, what are you saying?"
He closed his eyes again pondering his own words. "Emotions, they can kill."
Sango nodded grimly knowing this all too well for herself. She couldn't reply to Miroku's harsh but true words. She herself was caught up in a tangle of emotions and it hurt too much to bring them all out at once. His statement burned in her mind, the truth can be an ugly thing. She smiled in relief when she saw her house coming into view. This provided an opportunity to break the unsettled silence between them. "Miroku my house is just a little further you just need to hang on a little longer."
Miroku didn't reply; he had fallen into a deep sleep. He was still terribly exhausted over what today had put him through.
She smiled knowingly that he had over exhausted himself. "Go ahead and sleep Miroku so long as you wake up." She held her breath as she reached the door of her house. 'Dad please don't overreact please let Miroku stay with us.' She opened the door and walked inside. Her father was waiting patiently for her on the couch along with Kohaku.
Hashikkoi (a/n Sango's father for the people who forgot) looked at Sango and down at the boy she had hunched over her back. His face was stern and extremely upset. "Sango what's going on?"
Sango could understand her father's confusion but didn't have time to explain herself. "Dad, listen to me carefully. This is my friend Miroku; he got really beat up and needs some medical attention. I'll give you the details later but you have to help him, please."
The stern look didn't disperse from his face but he nodded in agreement. "Okay but we will be discussing this later." He turned his attention to Kohaku. "I need you to do me a favor Kohaku. Go upstairs and get some bandages and antiseptic from the bathroom and bring them down here please."
"Right." He quickly slid off the couch and ran upstairs to the bathroom.
"Alright, Sango place your friend over on the couch and I'll take a look at him."
She nodded and gently placed Miroku down so her father could work. She sat down on the loveseat next to him and waited patiently for what her father had to say.
Hashikkoi carefully began removing Miroku's articles of clothing. Starting with his long sleeve shirt he attentively pulled it up over his arms revealing all the cuts and lacerations going down them. A slight chill ran up his spine seeing all the marks carved into his body. 'This isn't looking good.' "Kohaku! Do you have those bandages yet?"
"Yeah! I'm coming!" Kohaku quickly bounded down the stairs with the medical supplies in hand and rested them beside his father. His face turned to Miroku and the poor shape he was in. "Father is he going to be alright?"
"I'm not really sure, he has lost a fair amount of blood and many of his wounds are quite serious. For the long run he should be okay but it's more the emotional damage I'm worried about."
Kohaku nodded and went back upstairs not wanting to get too much more involved the situation.
Sango could understand Kohaku wanting to leave but she couldn't. After what she saw happen to Miroku she couldn't leave him when he really needed her. She sat silently still waiting for her father to continue his work.
He carefully removed his socks and slid his long baggy pants off. To his relief there weren't many flesh wounds, just bruises. He grabbed the antiseptic and began dabbing it over his open wounds.
A light blush came to Sango's face seeing Miroku in nothing but his boxers. He had a well-sculpted body despite his injuries and looked quite handsome even though he was hurt, if not more. (A/n it's un-written rule that guys look more bish when they're beat up) She turned her attention away from him and to her father. "Will you be able to help him recover then?"
He continued dressing the wounds carefully as to not re-open any of them. He stopped after the job was finished and let out a small sigh. "I can help him recover but more importantly I need to know a few things."
She nodded solemnly knowing what her father was getting at. "I see. What do you want to know?"
"The better question is what don't I know? You show up late at night, you're sopping wet with some strange guy I don't know who's covered in cuts and bruises. Would you like to elaborate on that for me, Sango?"
She bit her lip feeling her father's high level of tension. "Please don't be angry with me. I had no other choice." She looked up at him hoping his facial expression was a bit softer, it wasn't. "He's a friend from school, the one I was telling you about before."
He nodded wanting to hear more of her story. "Go on."
"Any way, he wasn't in school today and I was concerned, so I went to go check up on him. When I arrived at his house his guardian had said he kicked him out of the house and didn't know where he was."
"Okay, so what happened after his 'guardian' told you this?"
"I was really frightened for him, so I went to go and find him. I didn't want him spending the night on the streets."
"I can understand that, but why didn't give up after you couldn't find him for the first few hours? Why didn't you just come home after it had started to rain?"
Sango looked down at the floor trying to avoid her father's all-knowing gaze. "I guess I wanted to find him no matter what and it didn't matter how fatigued or cold it was or anything like that. I just wanted to find him."
Sensing her discomfort, Hashikkoi calmed down more as he began to understand the situation. "What happened after you found him?"
"When I did find him he was lying on the sidewalk, unable to move. He was badly hurt and was freezing to death. He was bleeding a good deal, so I wanted to take him to the hospital but he wouldn't have it. He insisted that I didn't take him, so I decided to bring him back here."
He smiled and put his hand on her shoulders. "You're heart was in the right place, but I wish you would have thought this out a little more. You barely know anything about his boy, and you seem to be getting very involved with his life."
Sango understood her father's meaning but she couldn't help her actions, she wanted to help Miroku and was glad she did. "I know but I don't regret it. There's just something about him that I can't leave alone."
"It's fine, don't worry about it, we can talk a little more later. For now I'll leave you alone with your friend." He got up and exited the living room leaving Sango alone with Miroku.
Sango studied Miroku a little more closely. 'He's looks so sad and detached. I feel terrible for him, being all alone in the world it must be an awful feeling.' A few tears escaped from Sango's eyes. She couldn't help but feel badly for him after he had gone through so much. "Don't sleep too long Miroku, be sure to wake up soon. There are so many things that were left unsaid. So many things I don't know about."
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That had been nearly an hour ago since Sango had been left alone with Miroku and he still hadn't awakened.
'Damn,' she thought silently to herself. She looked over at him again wondering if she had seen his eyes open or if it was just wishful thinking. It wasn't just wishful thinking, Miroku's eyes were wide open and he was looking around the room. "Oh god, Miroku. You're awake."
Miroku stared at Sango with a blank expression as if he had just woken up on an alien planet. "Sango? What's going on? ." He looked down at his partially naked body and frowned. "Why am I only in my boxers?"
Sango blushed; she had forgotten that little detail. "Sorry, Miroku, but my father needed to treat all of your wounds and your clothes were hindering him."
He nodded, slowly grasping the situation. "I see, so then I must be at your house. We made it here?"
"Yeah. I was afraid we weren't going to for a while there."
Miroku lowered his eyes to the ground a sad expression going across his face. "I'm very sorry. I never meant to trouble you like this."
Sango shook her head vigorously. The last thing she wanted was Miroku feeling that he was a burden to her. "No, Miroku. I wanted to do it. You have nothing to be sorry for."
He looked back up at Sango and smiled warmly. "Thanks for everything. Things have been kind of crazy lately and I haven't had time to really sort things out."
She nodded, knowing what he was talking about. She wanted to know more but had to be careful not to press too much and get him upset. "Miroku what's going on with you, really?"
"The truth is an ugly thing, I carry it around with me all the time." He put his hand to his swollen face feeling each and every bruise. "I'm reminded of it everyday and it never seems to go away."
Sango tried hiding her frustration. He wasn't giving her a clear answer and it was starting to annoy her. "What are you saying, Miroku?"
Sensing her frustration he knew he had to start getting to the point. "I made a mistake I wasn't proud of and now everything has escalated from there." He paused wondering if he should continue. "Sango, my mistake was never telling anyone the pain I've been going through. All these problems I'm facing." He looked deep into her eyes and pushed himself forward. "Kenji did more than kick me out of the house. He beat me. That's how I got most of these bruises all over my body. From fighting with Kenji." He averted his eyes from her gaze and looked down at the floor dejectedly.
Seeing Miroku's shame, Sango had to comfort him in some way no matter how small. She got up and sat next to him on the couch. She put her arm around him and held him close to her. "Miroku things will get better. I promise, I'll always be on your side. You'll be okay we can make it through this. Together." Sango squeezed Miroku's shoulder tighter trying to comfort him.
Miroku turned to Sango in surprise. "I'm so shameful; I just let him do that to me. Sure I resisted but I never did anything about it afterwards." A mixed feeling of sadness and anger rose within in him. "How can you say you still want to be by my side?"
Normally Sango would be as red as a tomato but in this instance the mood felt right. She felt as if there wasn't anything to be bashful about. "Miroku, I can be this way because I want to. I care about you and when you care about someone you stand by them no matter what, even if they've made some poor decisions. Because it doesn't matter, we're only humans and we aren't perfect. It'd be wrong to leave someone because they acted human." She looked at him sternly hoping he understood her meaning. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
Miroku closed his eyes; a small tear ran down his face. "I don't deserve your care. You're so kind and gentle you should share that with someone who isn't so tainted like me. Someone who isn't so ugly. Who doesn't bear so many scars."
Sango instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around him. Bringing him into a safe secure hug. "Don't say things like that! You deserve as much love and care as any person does. Making mistakes doesn't make you bad. I'm here for you now and you don't have to feel so alone."
Miroku was taken back by the hug and fell backwards now laying down flat on the couch with Sango on top of him. She hadn't let go of him and was still holding him tightly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. Her warmth radiated within him. He took his free hand and stroked her hair gently. "Sango."
Sango buried her face deep within Miroku's chest. His comforting gesture soothed her and she nearly melted in his arms. She nearly cried from happiness. "Miroku, thank you. For opening up like this to me. Even if there are other secrets and other problems I hope you can trust me." She smiled squeezing Miroku tightly. "I wish I could stay like this forever. I feel so safe in your arms."
Miroku nodded. "It's an overwhelming feeling holding you so close to me. It comforts me knowing you're right beside me. Thank you Sango." Miroku leaned into Sango's face. His heart was racing and his palms began to get sweaty. His face slowly got closer and closer to hers. Their noses nearly touching. He closed his eyes and went for it. His mouth met with Sango's in a heartwarming kiss.
Sango's body tingled all over as soon as Miroku's lips met hers. She had wanted to kiss him for so long and now that it happened she didn't want it to end. She reluctantly pulled back when she was beginning to run out of air.
Miroku drew in a few quick breaths he was shocked by his actions but certainly didn't regret it. 'This is good, every day I feel myself growing closer to her. It's all so unreal, the feeling I get when she's with me. Everything feels right about this.' He grinned and looked lovingly at Sango. "That was amazing."
She nodded. "Yeah it was." The more she thought about it the harder it became for her to resist the urge to feel his soft lips pressed against hers. "Miroku can I?" She blushed trying to tell him that she didn't want to stop.
He nodded, knowing what she wanted. "Yeah, it's fine. I want you to." He couldn't help but smile thinking of the great sensation he had felt before. Before he realized it Sango's tongue was in his mouth and a shooting feeling of pleasure went through him. He pushed his tongue against hers and heard a small moan squeak out from her mouth. He started to pull back needing air.
Sango could feel his tongue slowly leave her mouth and panicked. 'Not yet. Just a little more I don't want to stop.' She let up a moment giving them both a chance to breath but immediately went right back into it. Their tongues twisting around with another's, it was a strange feeling for the two but neither showed signs of wanting to stop.
Miroku was the one who finally broke the cycle of kisses. He pulled away and rested his head back down on the couch. He let out a long breath and smiled happily looking up at Sango. "Words can't describe what sort of feeling I have when I'm with you." He got himself comfortable on the couch hoping Sango would join him.
Sango took the hint and laid down beside Miroku, her head resting neatly in- between his head and his neck. She cuddled up close to him feeling safe and secure.
Miroku clutched her hand tightly with his so that they were intertwined. His legs were neatly wrapped with hers and his free arm held her in a tight embrace. "Lets just stay this way. I never want to get up from this couch."
She nestled herself even closer to him and smiled sharing the feeling. Her head was up in the clouds and everything felt like a dream. One of those happy dreams you had as a kid when you felt safe and no one could ever harm you. That's how she felt now. The calm sound of Miroku's breathing soothed her as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
He felt as equally relaxed as her and was slowly slipping off into sleep. He whispered silently into her ear hoping she would hear him. "Sango, I love you." His eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep sleep. A calm loving safe feeling washing over the two as they slept silently in each other's arms.
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Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep'
Authors note~ Okay so I didn't update when I said I would and it isn't a long update, but I loved writing this chapter and didn't want to force it. Whether it's good or not I don't know but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all my reviewers from the last chapter.
Chapter 11
Sango's eyes fell silent as she watched Miroku lay silently on her couch. She had been by his side ever since she had gotten him back to her house. She looked over at the troubled teen, her eyes deep with concern. 'Miroku, what's going to happen next. Where does it all go from here?'
Miroku let out a small groan. His body was terribly sore, and he had a splitting headache. He was slipping in and out of unconsciousness almost afraid to open his eyes and find out where he was. 'Damn, where am I?' He closed his eyes tighter trying to remember what had happened. 'Sango. That's right, I remember Sango was there. She found me and took me back to her home.'
Sango noticed Miroku's sudden movement and was beginning to feel lighter. She half smiled, seeing that he was starting to re-awaken. 'I'm glad you're going to be okay Miroku. I was so afraid for a while that you weren't going to be alright.'
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Sango watched in fear as Miroku struggled with himself to stay conscious. She slung his arm over her shoulder and started heading towards her house. "Please try to stay awake Miroku, you'll be okay. I'll get you some help."
Miroku didn't say anything. He was unable to form words in his mouth, everything hurt, and he didn't want to do anything. All he wanted to do was curl up and die. His life was spinning faster and faster out of control. He had no grip on his situation and his hopefulness was fleeing. He coughed, bringing himself back to reality. He opened his eyes slightly seeing his blood all over him he smiled slightly. "It's like a new form of dying from the inside."
Sango looked at Miroku terribly confused. "Miroku, what are you saying?"
He closed his eyes again pondering his own words. "Emotions, they can kill."
Sango nodded grimly knowing this all too well for herself. She couldn't reply to Miroku's harsh but true words. She herself was caught up in a tangle of emotions and it hurt too much to bring them all out at once. His statement burned in her mind, the truth can be an ugly thing. She smiled in relief when she saw her house coming into view. This provided an opportunity to break the unsettled silence between them. "Miroku my house is just a little further you just need to hang on a little longer."
Miroku didn't reply; he had fallen into a deep sleep. He was still terribly exhausted over what today had put him through.
She smiled knowingly that he had over exhausted himself. "Go ahead and sleep Miroku so long as you wake up." She held her breath as she reached the door of her house. 'Dad please don't overreact please let Miroku stay with us.' She opened the door and walked inside. Her father was waiting patiently for her on the couch along with Kohaku.
Hashikkoi (a/n Sango's father for the people who forgot) looked at Sango and down at the boy she had hunched over her back. His face was stern and extremely upset. "Sango what's going on?"
Sango could understand her father's confusion but didn't have time to explain herself. "Dad, listen to me carefully. This is my friend Miroku; he got really beat up and needs some medical attention. I'll give you the details later but you have to help him, please."
The stern look didn't disperse from his face but he nodded in agreement. "Okay but we will be discussing this later." He turned his attention to Kohaku. "I need you to do me a favor Kohaku. Go upstairs and get some bandages and antiseptic from the bathroom and bring them down here please."
"Right." He quickly slid off the couch and ran upstairs to the bathroom.
"Alright, Sango place your friend over on the couch and I'll take a look at him."
She nodded and gently placed Miroku down so her father could work. She sat down on the loveseat next to him and waited patiently for what her father had to say.
Hashikkoi carefully began removing Miroku's articles of clothing. Starting with his long sleeve shirt he attentively pulled it up over his arms revealing all the cuts and lacerations going down them. A slight chill ran up his spine seeing all the marks carved into his body. 'This isn't looking good.' "Kohaku! Do you have those bandages yet?"
"Yeah! I'm coming!" Kohaku quickly bounded down the stairs with the medical supplies in hand and rested them beside his father. His face turned to Miroku and the poor shape he was in. "Father is he going to be alright?"
"I'm not really sure, he has lost a fair amount of blood and many of his wounds are quite serious. For the long run he should be okay but it's more the emotional damage I'm worried about."
Kohaku nodded and went back upstairs not wanting to get too much more involved the situation.
Sango could understand Kohaku wanting to leave but she couldn't. After what she saw happen to Miroku she couldn't leave him when he really needed her. She sat silently still waiting for her father to continue his work.
He carefully removed his socks and slid his long baggy pants off. To his relief there weren't many flesh wounds, just bruises. He grabbed the antiseptic and began dabbing it over his open wounds.
A light blush came to Sango's face seeing Miroku in nothing but his boxers. He had a well-sculpted body despite his injuries and looked quite handsome even though he was hurt, if not more. (A/n it's un-written rule that guys look more bish when they're beat up) She turned her attention away from him and to her father. "Will you be able to help him recover then?"
He continued dressing the wounds carefully as to not re-open any of them. He stopped after the job was finished and let out a small sigh. "I can help him recover but more importantly I need to know a few things."
She nodded solemnly knowing what her father was getting at. "I see. What do you want to know?"
"The better question is what don't I know? You show up late at night, you're sopping wet with some strange guy I don't know who's covered in cuts and bruises. Would you like to elaborate on that for me, Sango?"
She bit her lip feeling her father's high level of tension. "Please don't be angry with me. I had no other choice." She looked up at him hoping his facial expression was a bit softer, it wasn't. "He's a friend from school, the one I was telling you about before."
He nodded wanting to hear more of her story. "Go on."
"Any way, he wasn't in school today and I was concerned, so I went to go check up on him. When I arrived at his house his guardian had said he kicked him out of the house and didn't know where he was."
"Okay, so what happened after his 'guardian' told you this?"
"I was really frightened for him, so I went to go and find him. I didn't want him spending the night on the streets."
"I can understand that, but why didn't give up after you couldn't find him for the first few hours? Why didn't you just come home after it had started to rain?"
Sango looked down at the floor trying to avoid her father's all-knowing gaze. "I guess I wanted to find him no matter what and it didn't matter how fatigued or cold it was or anything like that. I just wanted to find him."
Sensing her discomfort, Hashikkoi calmed down more as he began to understand the situation. "What happened after you found him?"
"When I did find him he was lying on the sidewalk, unable to move. He was badly hurt and was freezing to death. He was bleeding a good deal, so I wanted to take him to the hospital but he wouldn't have it. He insisted that I didn't take him, so I decided to bring him back here."
He smiled and put his hand on her shoulders. "You're heart was in the right place, but I wish you would have thought this out a little more. You barely know anything about his boy, and you seem to be getting very involved with his life."
Sango understood her father's meaning but she couldn't help her actions, she wanted to help Miroku and was glad she did. "I know but I don't regret it. There's just something about him that I can't leave alone."
"It's fine, don't worry about it, we can talk a little more later. For now I'll leave you alone with your friend." He got up and exited the living room leaving Sango alone with Miroku.
Sango studied Miroku a little more closely. 'He's looks so sad and detached. I feel terrible for him, being all alone in the world it must be an awful feeling.' A few tears escaped from Sango's eyes. She couldn't help but feel badly for him after he had gone through so much. "Don't sleep too long Miroku, be sure to wake up soon. There are so many things that were left unsaid. So many things I don't know about."
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That had been nearly an hour ago since Sango had been left alone with Miroku and he still hadn't awakened.
'Damn,' she thought silently to herself. She looked over at him again wondering if she had seen his eyes open or if it was just wishful thinking. It wasn't just wishful thinking, Miroku's eyes were wide open and he was looking around the room. "Oh god, Miroku. You're awake."
Miroku stared at Sango with a blank expression as if he had just woken up on an alien planet. "Sango? What's going on? ." He looked down at his partially naked body and frowned. "Why am I only in my boxers?"
Sango blushed; she had forgotten that little detail. "Sorry, Miroku, but my father needed to treat all of your wounds and your clothes were hindering him."
He nodded, slowly grasping the situation. "I see, so then I must be at your house. We made it here?"
"Yeah. I was afraid we weren't going to for a while there."
Miroku lowered his eyes to the ground a sad expression going across his face. "I'm very sorry. I never meant to trouble you like this."
Sango shook her head vigorously. The last thing she wanted was Miroku feeling that he was a burden to her. "No, Miroku. I wanted to do it. You have nothing to be sorry for."
He looked back up at Sango and smiled warmly. "Thanks for everything. Things have been kind of crazy lately and I haven't had time to really sort things out."
She nodded, knowing what he was talking about. She wanted to know more but had to be careful not to press too much and get him upset. "Miroku what's going on with you, really?"
"The truth is an ugly thing, I carry it around with me all the time." He put his hand to his swollen face feeling each and every bruise. "I'm reminded of it everyday and it never seems to go away."
Sango tried hiding her frustration. He wasn't giving her a clear answer and it was starting to annoy her. "What are you saying, Miroku?"
Sensing her frustration he knew he had to start getting to the point. "I made a mistake I wasn't proud of and now everything has escalated from there." He paused wondering if he should continue. "Sango, my mistake was never telling anyone the pain I've been going through. All these problems I'm facing." He looked deep into her eyes and pushed himself forward. "Kenji did more than kick me out of the house. He beat me. That's how I got most of these bruises all over my body. From fighting with Kenji." He averted his eyes from her gaze and looked down at the floor dejectedly.
Seeing Miroku's shame, Sango had to comfort him in some way no matter how small. She got up and sat next to him on the couch. She put her arm around him and held him close to her. "Miroku things will get better. I promise, I'll always be on your side. You'll be okay we can make it through this. Together." Sango squeezed Miroku's shoulder tighter trying to comfort him.
Miroku turned to Sango in surprise. "I'm so shameful; I just let him do that to me. Sure I resisted but I never did anything about it afterwards." A mixed feeling of sadness and anger rose within in him. "How can you say you still want to be by my side?"
Normally Sango would be as red as a tomato but in this instance the mood felt right. She felt as if there wasn't anything to be bashful about. "Miroku, I can be this way because I want to. I care about you and when you care about someone you stand by them no matter what, even if they've made some poor decisions. Because it doesn't matter, we're only humans and we aren't perfect. It'd be wrong to leave someone because they acted human." She looked at him sternly hoping he understood her meaning. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
Miroku closed his eyes; a small tear ran down his face. "I don't deserve your care. You're so kind and gentle you should share that with someone who isn't so tainted like me. Someone who isn't so ugly. Who doesn't bear so many scars."
Sango instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around him. Bringing him into a safe secure hug. "Don't say things like that! You deserve as much love and care as any person does. Making mistakes doesn't make you bad. I'm here for you now and you don't have to feel so alone."
Miroku was taken back by the hug and fell backwards now laying down flat on the couch with Sango on top of him. She hadn't let go of him and was still holding him tightly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. Her warmth radiated within him. He took his free hand and stroked her hair gently. "Sango."
Sango buried her face deep within Miroku's chest. His comforting gesture soothed her and she nearly melted in his arms. She nearly cried from happiness. "Miroku, thank you. For opening up like this to me. Even if there are other secrets and other problems I hope you can trust me." She smiled squeezing Miroku tightly. "I wish I could stay like this forever. I feel so safe in your arms."
Miroku nodded. "It's an overwhelming feeling holding you so close to me. It comforts me knowing you're right beside me. Thank you Sango." Miroku leaned into Sango's face. His heart was racing and his palms began to get sweaty. His face slowly got closer and closer to hers. Their noses nearly touching. He closed his eyes and went for it. His mouth met with Sango's in a heartwarming kiss.
Sango's body tingled all over as soon as Miroku's lips met hers. She had wanted to kiss him for so long and now that it happened she didn't want it to end. She reluctantly pulled back when she was beginning to run out of air.
Miroku drew in a few quick breaths he was shocked by his actions but certainly didn't regret it. 'This is good, every day I feel myself growing closer to her. It's all so unreal, the feeling I get when she's with me. Everything feels right about this.' He grinned and looked lovingly at Sango. "That was amazing."
She nodded. "Yeah it was." The more she thought about it the harder it became for her to resist the urge to feel his soft lips pressed against hers. "Miroku can I?" She blushed trying to tell him that she didn't want to stop.
He nodded, knowing what she wanted. "Yeah, it's fine. I want you to." He couldn't help but smile thinking of the great sensation he had felt before. Before he realized it Sango's tongue was in his mouth and a shooting feeling of pleasure went through him. He pushed his tongue against hers and heard a small moan squeak out from her mouth. He started to pull back needing air.
Sango could feel his tongue slowly leave her mouth and panicked. 'Not yet. Just a little more I don't want to stop.' She let up a moment giving them both a chance to breath but immediately went right back into it. Their tongues twisting around with another's, it was a strange feeling for the two but neither showed signs of wanting to stop.
Miroku was the one who finally broke the cycle of kisses. He pulled away and rested his head back down on the couch. He let out a long breath and smiled happily looking up at Sango. "Words can't describe what sort of feeling I have when I'm with you." He got himself comfortable on the couch hoping Sango would join him.
Sango took the hint and laid down beside Miroku, her head resting neatly in- between his head and his neck. She cuddled up close to him feeling safe and secure.
Miroku clutched her hand tightly with his so that they were intertwined. His legs were neatly wrapped with hers and his free arm held her in a tight embrace. "Lets just stay this way. I never want to get up from this couch."
She nestled herself even closer to him and smiled sharing the feeling. Her head was up in the clouds and everything felt like a dream. One of those happy dreams you had as a kid when you felt safe and no one could ever harm you. That's how she felt now. The calm sound of Miroku's breathing soothed her as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
He felt as equally relaxed as her and was slowly slipping off into sleep. He whispered silently into her ear hoping she would hear him. "Sango, I love you." His eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep sleep. A calm loving safe feeling washing over the two as they slept silently in each other's arms.
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