This chapter should definitely make up for the conciseness of the last chapter. :) I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, enter mini-Sango! A new addition to the family. x3

Chapter Five: Technical Date

Breathing in the autumn air, Sango threw her arms up. The sun was shining, and she was in a wonderful mood. She was sure that if there were any birds around they would have been chirping happily. She and Miroku were heading back to her house to stop in and tell Kohaku she was gunna be gone for a few hours.

Upon entering the house, she was surprised to see Kohaku and his girlfriend sitting together on the floor. They were playing video games. "Hey you two," she called. She walked up, a smile plastered on her face. Kohaku stared wide-eyed at his sister. "What are you doing up," he asked. Miroku laughed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I already asked that," he told him.

"This is a sure sign of the apocalypse," they heard another voice chirp. Kagome's little brother, Souta, was standing in their kitchen raiding their fridgerator. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you three doing," she asked them. "Oh nothing', just chillin' around here until dad gets home for lunch. He's gunna drop us off at the mall later," Kohaku answered. Sango nodded. "You guys stay here until then, okay? I'm going out with Miroku," she told them. They all looked at each other with sly grins on their faces. "Sango and Miroku, K-I-S-S..." Sango glared and Miroku just laughed at them. Sango left in a hurry.

"Kohaku sure is growing up," Miroku commented as they walked along. They were heading over to the mall and for once they were not in the middle of an uncomfortable silence. The corner of Sango's lip went up, but that was about it. "Yeah.. it makes me kind of sad. He use to be so tiny. I remember when I could hold him in my arms," she told him. She sighed. "He's even got a girlfriend, jeez..."

Miroku laughed. "They grow up too soon," he agreed with her. She smiled up at him and slid her hand into his. He didn't even stop to think of it as he squeezed her hand like it was a normal everyday occurrence. I could get use to this, he thought to himself. His mouth turned up in a grin as he listened to Sango talk.

Hours later, they were sitting in the food court of the mall. They were nonchalantly spying for her smaller brother, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. Sango took a large gulp from her soda. "I bet he's in a movie with her," she told him." And I so wanted to know what kind of things they did together," she pouted. Miroku laughed and patted her head. "We'll get 'em next time," he said. God, he has a sexy smile. Sango's face turned bright pink and she had to look down at her soda.

Miroku got up to dump his food, leaving Sango there to have a small fit. Stop thinking about this morning, you perv! A mini-Sango was jumping up and down inside her skull shouting that it was just too hot to forget. It would be like a sin... a very sexy sin, she thought to herself. She frowned.

"Why the long face?" Miroku suddenly broke through her thoughts. Her face burned, realizing his finger was under her chin so she was level with his face. "It's nothing," she mumbled. She bit the inside of her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Kyaaaa, the mini-Sango squealed and started bouncing off the walls. Her face was burning from the hardest blush she'd ever produced in her whole entire life of seventeen years.

"If you say so," he said and sat back in his seat. He leaned back to study the beautiful girl he was with. She was wearing make-up, but no amount of it could hide the huge blush on her face. He wondered a little if it was because he kissed her but decided against it. That probably wasn't it. Sango had had plenty of boyfriends. A little kiss on the forehead was nothing... right?

"Hey, let's go," he told her. She nodded and quietly followed him.

The mall was packed for a Tuesday, then again that was probably because of fall break. Miroku sighed and looked back when he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve. Sango was gripping it tightly, and smiling shyly at him. He smiled back and gripped her hand instead, dragging her behind him through a particularly thick group of people.

Miroku was wearing a long sleeve purple shirt made of cotton. It had been very soft between her fingers and it looked great on him. She could tell he was well built just by looking at him. She didn't have to see him naked from the waist up to tell. Her cheeks were crimson colored.

Suddenly, she realized something. Girls were looking at Miroku. A lot of them. Sango blinked and looked around, and didn't realize it when Miroku stopped. She ran into his back and blinked when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He propped himself up against a pillar. "There's a mini-concert," was his explanation for the huge crowd. "Let's watch for a little bit," he suggested. She just nodded and leaned into his shoulder, her arm around his waist.

I never realized, she thought with a bewildered look on her face. But there are a lot of girls checking Miroku out! Some were openly staring at him, hoping he wouldn't glance their way. Others who were standing right beside them were darting little looks out of the corner of their eyes. She saw a group of younger girls a few feet away huddled together. One was pointing at him. Her eyebrows knitted together. How could he possibly not be aware of all the attention he was getting?

Miroku looked down at Sango to see a very confused and concentrated look on her face. He raised an eyebrow a little and jiggled his hand on her arm. She looked up at him, startled. "What is it," he asked. She blinked. "You mean you don't really notice it?" She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

"Notice what," he asked, completely oblivious. He smiled and the mini-Sango in her head melted a little. "All the girls staring at you," she answered. He looked around and could see no one doing so. "Where?" He hooded a hand over his eyes and pretended to survey they area. She slapped his chest. "Right there," she said and nodded toward the group of younger girls.

They all kind of jumped. Some acted nervous, smoothing their hands over their skirts and dresses while others pretended to be very interested in the concert. Some dug in their purses. Miroku grinned and winked at them and laughed when they all giggled. Sango narrowed her eyes and elbowed him in the chest.

Mini-Sango was stark-raving mad. How could you, she screamed at him, throwing a mild temper tantrum. Jealousy had snuck up on her and had her in its grasp. Miroku noticed the frown in her face. He chuckled at her and drew her in towards him. His mouth landed soundly on hers. "Don't worry! You're the only girl for me," he told her and poked her nose. She was wrong about earlier. This was the hardest blush she'd ever experienced.

"C'mon," she stammered and pulled on his wrist. "I'm bored with this." He just shrugged and followed her. "Let's go catch a movie," she said. He grinned, happily holding on to her hand. "What d'ya wanna see," he asked her. "Nothing in particular, really. Let's just go see what's on."

A few minutes later, they were seated in the theater that was playing Harry Potter. Between them they had two large drinks, one huge popcorn container, two hotdogs, and various types of candy. They did not travel lightly, that was for sure.

They sat quietly and observed the movie like any other normal couple of people through the first half. But eventually, Miroku became bored when he ran out of food. He reached over for Sango's drink and she slapped his hand. He pulled back, doing his best to give her a puppy dog look in the dark.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, handing over the drink. He emptied her cup and she narrowed her eyes at him. He was very pleased with himself and beamed at her, his teeth showing nicely. She turned her eyes to the front of the theater.

A hand slid down her thigh and to her knee. "Miroku," she hissed at him. Her hand went to push his off, but he caught it and held on. She looked at him with narrowed eyes but then decided that the feeling wasn't half bad. They held hands in silence for quite some time.

That is, until Miroku began running his thumb over her hand in random patterns, distracting her. She looked down, her eyes traveling up his arm. He was grinning evily when he lifted the arm rest between them up. Sango blinked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in. She couldn't help but keep the smile off her face though as she rested her head against his chest, his hand playing with her hair.

Miroku managed to keep his hands off certain body parts the whole rest of the movie. Afterwards, it was well past four when they left the theater. They figured the perfect way to end the day was to go to the park together. They considered calling Kagome and Inuyasha but thought better of it. "They're probably out on a date anyway," Miroku told her.

Sango sat down in one of the many swings for the second time in a week. Miroku stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "So did you have fun today," he asked her as he began to push her in the swing. She smiled and gripped the chains. "Yeah, I liked the movie." He smiled and sat down in the swing next to her.

There were children playing in the park, even though it was nearing dusk. There were two little girls, who looked to be about six-years-old or so. One had her brown hair up in one big pony-tail on the very top of her head and she had on pink overalls. The other was a little blonde girl with a hack job hair cut. Sango guessed she'd cut her hair herself. She was awful cute, wearing a little blue skirt and clips in her hair.

The little girls noticed them and ran over from the sandbox. "I'm Mitsuko. Do you wanna play," the brow haired girl asked. She was missing her two front teeth. The little blonde one was staring up at Miroku, a finger in her mouth. Sango laughed. "Do you wanna play," she asked him. Miroku grinned.

Four swinging contests and two merry-go-round competitions later, dusk had passed and they were all tuckered out. The little girls said they had to go home, but that they'd be back the next day. Mitsuko and Yumi, the little girls, made them pinky promise that they'd come back and play.

Walking home, Miroku and Sango laughed together. They bumped shoulders and talked about the good old days. Sango was excited to call Kagome and tell her all that had happened that day and Miroku was excited to go home and sleep. After all, Sango had woken him up early.

Before they knew it, they were standing at Marko's front door. "Well, goodnight," they both said at the same time. Sango was nervous and laughed a little, leaning in towards him to kiss him. He was going at the same time and was pleasantly surprised when his lips hit hers.

Neither one moved and time stilled for just a fraction of a second. Miroku pressed his lips against her mouth, his tongue darting out. He ran it across her bottom lip and she gasped, allowing him entrance. Her arms went up and rested on his shoulders, her fingers fisted in his short brown hair. Miroku was eagerly pulling her body flush against his. He placed his hands on the small of her back to keep her still.

His tongue was hot in her mouth. She wanted to break free and breathe normally again but wasn't willing to in the least bit. Her knees became weak and if Miroku had not tightened his grip on her she might have fell and became a pool of nothingness at his feet.

"Miroku," she whispered as he finally drew back. He leaned in once again and nibbled her lip briefly before retreating to her neck. He pressed butterfly kisses against her throat, until he reached her ear. "Sango," he breathed. She threw her head back, wanting him to kiss her neck again. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he ran it over her skin. Sango whimpered as he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and suckled on it.

The clutching and clinging continued until Sango's whole body was on fire. She was enjoying it and wasn't willing to stop until Miroku's hand made contact with her breast. He cupped it in his hand and began massaging it, pressing her back against the front door. She let out a small moan and everything snapped back into place in reality.

She was making out with Miroku in front of his house! Anyone could see her! Anyone could see them. She licked her lips and hastily shoved him away. "Miroku, we can't do this..." She lowered her eyes, ashamed of herself. I was letting that go on right out front, she thought to herself with disgust. He was breathing hard.

"Sango...?"

"I have to go, Miroku. Bye." And with that, she made her way across the front lawn and into her own house.

Kissing scene... shit? Any opinions? I honestly have no idea if that was good or not so if you could tell me that would be great. Thanks!