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Disclaimer: Me no ownie the Inu.

Dream Weaver

Chapter two

Sango could feel the full, rounded breasts in her hands, could feel her tongue tracing the nipple of her lover. She heard her partner make a few noises, whimpers and knew her hand was in a place it should defiantly NOT be, but she didn't care. She had wanted this.. she had craved it. She need it.. like the oxygen she was trying so hard to breath in. She quickened her pace on her lover, changing the pattern she had first begun with. She continued tracing the nipples of her lover with her tongue.. this time with the pace she was stroking her down below. She felt her partner's hips thrust against her and smiled, imagining what kinds of sensations she was creating with both her tongue and hand. She could feel her beloved tense and finally release. Breathing heavily, as she had been doing most of the work, she looked up and smiled into Kagome's face. Kagome smiled back, and both sat down on the floor of the forest. Kagome reached out to kiss her lover and Sango retaliated, both holding each other and sharing a kiss that seemed to go on for eien-eternity.

Pushing her on her back, Kagome laid Sango on the forest floor and began to climb on top of her. Never breaking the kiss, she finished undressing her lover, untying the sash that kept her from being naked. She put her hands all over her beloved's now naked body, feeling every valley and hill, both up and down, stopping on her breast. Stroking the nipple with her thumb, her other hand wandered down below, touching her in the same place her lover has just been touching. Sango's eyes grew wide as the feeling of two pleasures fused together, creating one fabulous sensation that she had never before felt. Breaking the kiss, she felt Kagome begin to gently kiss down her neck and shoulders, till she reached her breasts. Abandoning the breast with her hand and letting her mouth take over, she whimpered and her lover knew she was doing a pretty good job returning the favor. Quickening her pace down below, along with the pace at her breast, she tensed and cried out.. letting Kagome know she had released. Kagome brought her lips back to Sango's...

Sango became conscious long before she opened her eyes. The orange darkness that penetrated her eye lids seemed so much more comforting than the fully brightened sky. What had she been dreaming about? Oh right. "What a wonderful dream.." she sighed to herself. No. Wait. Something was wrong there. She remembered the hands.. soft and small.. all over her body. Miroku's hands weren't soft or small for that matter and he had the cloth covering the wind tunnel on his right hand....she would have remembered the cloth touching her.. wouldn't she? How she longed for him to touch her for real, to feel his hands on her.. not in her dreams.

Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to remember who she had been....Kagome. It was Kagome. She had been touching her, doing things to her, very, very wrong things. Things she would.. should not do with her best friend. Feelings of nervousness washed over her as she turned over in her sleeping bag. She had liked it. No, she had loved it, wanted, need more. The nervousness quickly turned into panic, then fear. This was very wrong. Women weren't supposed to love each other like that. It just wasn't natural, against Buddha even. It had to be mistake. Trying to calm herself down, she thought, "What did I do last night?! Maybe something I ate, or something someone said triggered this..." Thinking back to last night... "Usual ramen for dinner. Thank Kami for Kagome's modern age cooking. Heh, usual hentai grabbing...or at least trying to grab my butt when I reached over to the pot to dish out more ramen....I should really be more careful...Finding a big rock and hitting him with a it.. him passing out.. something about 'it was worth the pain..' nothing out of the ordinary there. Some squabbling when he finally woke up...good times...oh....um.. Kagome's usual 'girl talk.' ..Miroku.. what a hentai." These thoughts ran wild through out her brain in no particular order, as she could find nothing unusual about last night.

But at the same time, she wished...what did it matter now?! She was having odd dreams about her friend, not a time to be thinking about houshi-sama. Dreams usually meant something, but what on earth could this one mean? Surely not that she desired Kagome, it had to be something else. There had to be something.. other than that, something it could be, but to her despair, she came up with nothing.

The panic washed over her once again, this time twice as bad as before. What if she did love Kagome.. like that?!" What about her feelings for Miroku? Yea well, she wouldn't admit it to herself under any other situation, but there had to be something there for him. All those months of being jealous when they came to another town and he touched another woman, or saw a beautiful princess and made lewd comments about her... or when they saw a traveler with a female companion and asked her to bear him an heir...that counted for SOMETHING! She did have some semblance of love for him.. didn't she? 'Yes, yes, yes!,' her head screamed.

Against her own wishes, her mind traveled back to the feelings of Kagome kissing her, hands all over her.. making her feel so happy to be alive. "No, no, no! Stop!" She put her hands to her head in a weak attempt to squish out the bad thoughts. No. She wanted Miroku to do that to her, not Kagome. It was just an error in her mind. That's all. The end.

Putting other doubtful thoughts aside, she slowly began to feel the panicky fear subside. Opening her eyes, determined not to let this silly issue ruin her day or her mood, she began to get up. Partially sitting up, she began to think about her tasks for the day: preparing breakfast, breaking camp, looking for jewel shards, battles ahead...etc. Continuing to sit up, now completely, she turned her head just in time to find Kagome, sitting up in the same position, starring straight at her.