Disclaimer: I don't own him, and I didn't in the last chapter. I forgot to
say that in the disclaimer... hehe * nervous laugh *. Now. This chapter is a
lemon between Miroku and Sango. I was gonna do one of them earlier, but I
didn't. It may not fit in here, but it explains the link between the two
and also talks about Miroku and his hand. You don't have to read this one,
since it doesn't really have to do with the main plot of the story. It's
just a side romance with Miroku and Sango. YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS
CHAPTER TO UNDERSTAND THE REMANDER OF THIS STORY!! But you can scroll all
the way down and read the author's note at the bottom. It has some
important stuff in it.
WARNING: this chapter includes scenes that may be inappropriate for children under (insert your age here * wink *) please proceed with caution.
~*~Chapter Twenty-Three: One Curse, One Decision, One Night~*~
Miroku and Sango traveled through much of the morning, stopping to eat lunch then continuing on their way. Shippo and Kirara played in front of the two humans. Sango's thoughts traveled to the conversation she had with Miroku the night before.
'He seemed so sad, what could have been wrong with him?" She glanced at him and saw his eyes were set on the two in front of them. She smiled at his goofy grin. 'He does love children,' she thought. His eyes hardened a little and held worry, just like the night before. She saw his cursed hand clench around the beads.
"Houshi?" She said, turning her gaze back on Shippo and Kirara. He looked at her.
"Yes, Lady Sango?"
"What were you thinking of last night?" Miroku looked at the ground.
"Nothing, m'Lady. Nothing at all." Sango wasn't convinced. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the hills as they approached the outskirts of the Western Lands.
"Houshi, you were not yourself and I want to know why."
"You don't give up, do you, m'Lady?"
Sango was angry. Why wouldn't he just tell her? She could tell it was eating away at him from his mood last nigh she wanted to help. "Cut the 'm'Lady' bull, Houshi."
"Only if you call me by my name."
That caught her off guard. Sango stopped walking and looked at him. He turned to look at her, and she saw regret, sadness, and fear in his eyes. "Why?" she asked. It had never bothered him before when she called him by his profession.
Miroku sighed. "It pains me to hear you not say my name." He turned and started walking. Shippo and Kirara were long gone, having not noticed the fall of the monk and taijiya.
Sango ran to him and grabbed his robes, turning him to face her once again. "And why is it now you bring it up? After all this time, you never were fazed by it. Now, after I ask you about your thoughts, you tell me to stop. Why? What was it you were thinking of that caused this sudden change?" She was more than surprised by his angered voice.
"I was thinking of why I am on this damn mission! This," he held up his hand, still clenched around the beads, "is why! Naraku did this to me. Because of this damn curse, I can't do what I want! I am always living in fear that I will die before anyone wakes the next morning. Now, with Inu Yasha dead, that fear is even stronger. It happened to one of us, why not that damn houshi! You call me by houshi, and it hurts. It only reminds me of when my grandfather got this, for he was a monk too! My grandfather leads me to think of my curse, my curse brings me to my wants. I can't do them! I can't do what I want because of this damn hellhole!"
"Miroku, nothing can stop you from doing what you want." Sango answered back.
"You don't understand, Sango. I couldn't hurt you like that." His voice was soft and quiet.
The sun was almost completely gone. The animals of the forest, save the bugs, were all asleep, none particularly disturbed by the ruckus.
"Hurt me, Miroku? How could you hurt me?" He looked at her. His eyes held so much pain and even more regret now that he had voiced his fear aloud.
"Because of the way I feel. I fear I wont explain it. I'm sorry, Sango." He turned to leave.
"Don't explain it then," she said quietly, "someday, you will tell me. If you don't voice it, then please," she pleaded with him. She looked to the ground, "show me," she finished.
Miroku looked at her. Why is she acting this way? Could it be she loves him? He walked to stand before her and lifted her chin with a finger. "Sango. Don't cry on my behalf. If it is what you wish, then I will show you." She nodded to him.
He slowly closed the gap between them. Her lips were damp from her tears falling on them. He felt the heat of her breath and pulled away. "It is because I love you that I cant do what I want." He turned again to walk away.
Sango stood in shock. He had just kissed her and confessed his love. A heat began to build in her stomach. Her heart pounded in her chest as she grabbed Miroku by his arm. He turned to face her and her lips crushed his own. She broke the kiss.
"Yes you can. Miroku, I lo-"he cut her off. He closed his eyes.
"You do not understand. I don't want to hurt you. If you share this forbidden love, then there is no going back. I couldn't put you through the pain of eventually losing me to this hellhole. I wont put you through it. As much as it hurts, dear Sango, we must forget these feelings. We must." Sango began to cry softly.
"No," she answered. "I wont." She kissed him again, trying to transfer all her love to him, just to show she'd never forget. "You will live and I don't want to go back to the way it was."
She deepened the kiss and he replied eagerly. He had wanted this for so long. Her skin, her taste, everything. Miroku wrapped his arms around her waste bringing her as close as possible to him. He silently asked for entrance to her mouth and she shyly reacted. He sent shivers down her body, as he tasted every inch of her mouth. He broke the kiss and looked into her chestnut brown eyes.
"Sango, we must find the other two." She shook her head.
"No they can take care of themselves," she replied, eagerly attacking his mouth. He chuckled and pulled his face away again.
"Selfish, now aren't we?" Sango blushed and pulled away completely.
"I have no idea to what you are talking about." It was her turn to be pulled back after trying to leave. Miroku roughly pulled her back into his chest.
"I don't think so. You aren't going anywhere. You started this," The taijiya blushed slightly when she felt what he was talking about, "and now it is your duty to finish it." He smiled evilly.
"Not out here, though, my dear Miroku," she said the last part sarcastically and walked deeper into the cover of night. The trees created a nice shield from prying eyes as she removed her Hiraikotsu from her back and placed it on the ground. She heard the houshi walking through the forest and loosened her kimono. She sat on the ground, waiting his company.
Miroku entered the small area with a triumphant grin pasted on his face. There, sitting before him, was an angel, waiting. He kneeled in front of her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him down so he was laying on her. His left arm was next to her, holding his weight up as his right hand ran down her sides.
Sango laughed lightly when he reached the small area between her ribcage and her belly button. He untied her kimono and let it loosely hug her skin. His kisses traveled to the junction of her chin and neck. Miroku place feather light kisses on her delicate flesh. Sango brought her fingers to his hair where she massaged the back of his head absentmindedly at the fuel his actions were adding to the heat in her abdomen. Miroku sat up, straddling her waist as he loosened his monk's robes. She helped him eagerly.
He was barely in his robes, having pulled the top down to his waist, showing his chest to her. He bent down and kissed the skin of her chest. He could feel her heart pounding as his hands fiddled with her skirt. Miroku finally removed them and finished taking off her kimono. She was now completely exposed to him, and he had never seen a more beautiful creature. She smirked and blushed slightly as she began to get him out of his clothing.
"It isn't fair," she said seductively, "that I am here, naked for all the world to see while you are still dressed." He smiled and removed his pants. He then proceeded to lie back on her in a comfortable position between her legs and brushed her long hair from her face.
"I love you," he whispered, "kore kara zutto itsumademo." He kissed her and slowly entered her. Sango wrapped her legs around his well-built body. "Gomen," he said. She merely nodded and braced herself.
The pain came, but just as quickly dissipated. It was replaced by pure bliss. She moaned quietly as he stayed in position. Adjusting her body to the new sensation, she bucked her hips at him, telling him she was ready. In order to silence herself, she kissed him passionately. He kept at a slow and steady pace, not wanting her to do what she wasn't fully ready for. Sango pulled his body to her and ground her hips into his faster. He took the notion and sped up. Though her lips were connected with his, her scream was audible to his ears. With each thrust, their bodies glistened in the moonlight from their sweat. Miroku felt as though he would burst, but tried his hardest to wait for her before he released.
Sango threw her head back and screamed as her first orgasm hit. Miroku took this sign and released. They stayed together for a few moments, catching their breaths and cooling off. Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and repeated what he had said to her. "I love you too, Miroku, kore kara zutto itsumademo."
Off in the distance, Shippo's small voice was heard, calling for the two lovers. He hesitantly crawled off of her and grabbed his robes while she sat up and dressed in her casual kimono. They stood together, Miroku picking up Hiraikotsu and handing it to her. She smiled, thanked him and together they walked, hand in hand, to the kitsune who was so desperately looking for them.
~*~END CHAPTER~*~
kore kara zutto itsumademo: as far as I know, this means always and forever. If I am wrong, I am sorry.
Well, there you have it, Miroku/Sango lovers: their first lemon done by me. It is not necessarily a part of the main story, just a sideline romance. Hope you liked it and I am sorry if it was a little too detailed for some readers. The story is sadly coming to a close but I am happy to inform you that 'You'll Think of Me' will be completed within two weeks after the completion of this story. Then you will all be able to read my newest idea: 'A Hanyou In The Heart'. It will be posted the second 'You'll Think Of Me' is done because I already have Two chapters written in it! YAY! BREAK OUT THE SAKE!!
Ja Ne!
Inu Face
WARNING: this chapter includes scenes that may be inappropriate for children under (insert your age here * wink *) please proceed with caution.
~*~Chapter Twenty-Three: One Curse, One Decision, One Night~*~
Miroku and Sango traveled through much of the morning, stopping to eat lunch then continuing on their way. Shippo and Kirara played in front of the two humans. Sango's thoughts traveled to the conversation she had with Miroku the night before.
'He seemed so sad, what could have been wrong with him?" She glanced at him and saw his eyes were set on the two in front of them. She smiled at his goofy grin. 'He does love children,' she thought. His eyes hardened a little and held worry, just like the night before. She saw his cursed hand clench around the beads.
"Houshi?" She said, turning her gaze back on Shippo and Kirara. He looked at her.
"Yes, Lady Sango?"
"What were you thinking of last night?" Miroku looked at the ground.
"Nothing, m'Lady. Nothing at all." Sango wasn't convinced. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the hills as they approached the outskirts of the Western Lands.
"Houshi, you were not yourself and I want to know why."
"You don't give up, do you, m'Lady?"
Sango was angry. Why wouldn't he just tell her? She could tell it was eating away at him from his mood last nigh she wanted to help. "Cut the 'm'Lady' bull, Houshi."
"Only if you call me by my name."
That caught her off guard. Sango stopped walking and looked at him. He turned to look at her, and she saw regret, sadness, and fear in his eyes. "Why?" she asked. It had never bothered him before when she called him by his profession.
Miroku sighed. "It pains me to hear you not say my name." He turned and started walking. Shippo and Kirara were long gone, having not noticed the fall of the monk and taijiya.
Sango ran to him and grabbed his robes, turning him to face her once again. "And why is it now you bring it up? After all this time, you never were fazed by it. Now, after I ask you about your thoughts, you tell me to stop. Why? What was it you were thinking of that caused this sudden change?" She was more than surprised by his angered voice.
"I was thinking of why I am on this damn mission! This," he held up his hand, still clenched around the beads, "is why! Naraku did this to me. Because of this damn curse, I can't do what I want! I am always living in fear that I will die before anyone wakes the next morning. Now, with Inu Yasha dead, that fear is even stronger. It happened to one of us, why not that damn houshi! You call me by houshi, and it hurts. It only reminds me of when my grandfather got this, for he was a monk too! My grandfather leads me to think of my curse, my curse brings me to my wants. I can't do them! I can't do what I want because of this damn hellhole!"
"Miroku, nothing can stop you from doing what you want." Sango answered back.
"You don't understand, Sango. I couldn't hurt you like that." His voice was soft and quiet.
The sun was almost completely gone. The animals of the forest, save the bugs, were all asleep, none particularly disturbed by the ruckus.
"Hurt me, Miroku? How could you hurt me?" He looked at her. His eyes held so much pain and even more regret now that he had voiced his fear aloud.
"Because of the way I feel. I fear I wont explain it. I'm sorry, Sango." He turned to leave.
"Don't explain it then," she said quietly, "someday, you will tell me. If you don't voice it, then please," she pleaded with him. She looked to the ground, "show me," she finished.
Miroku looked at her. Why is she acting this way? Could it be she loves him? He walked to stand before her and lifted her chin with a finger. "Sango. Don't cry on my behalf. If it is what you wish, then I will show you." She nodded to him.
He slowly closed the gap between them. Her lips were damp from her tears falling on them. He felt the heat of her breath and pulled away. "It is because I love you that I cant do what I want." He turned again to walk away.
Sango stood in shock. He had just kissed her and confessed his love. A heat began to build in her stomach. Her heart pounded in her chest as she grabbed Miroku by his arm. He turned to face her and her lips crushed his own. She broke the kiss.
"Yes you can. Miroku, I lo-"he cut her off. He closed his eyes.
"You do not understand. I don't want to hurt you. If you share this forbidden love, then there is no going back. I couldn't put you through the pain of eventually losing me to this hellhole. I wont put you through it. As much as it hurts, dear Sango, we must forget these feelings. We must." Sango began to cry softly.
"No," she answered. "I wont." She kissed him again, trying to transfer all her love to him, just to show she'd never forget. "You will live and I don't want to go back to the way it was."
She deepened the kiss and he replied eagerly. He had wanted this for so long. Her skin, her taste, everything. Miroku wrapped his arms around her waste bringing her as close as possible to him. He silently asked for entrance to her mouth and she shyly reacted. He sent shivers down her body, as he tasted every inch of her mouth. He broke the kiss and looked into her chestnut brown eyes.
"Sango, we must find the other two." She shook her head.
"No they can take care of themselves," she replied, eagerly attacking his mouth. He chuckled and pulled his face away again.
"Selfish, now aren't we?" Sango blushed and pulled away completely.
"I have no idea to what you are talking about." It was her turn to be pulled back after trying to leave. Miroku roughly pulled her back into his chest.
"I don't think so. You aren't going anywhere. You started this," The taijiya blushed slightly when she felt what he was talking about, "and now it is your duty to finish it." He smiled evilly.
"Not out here, though, my dear Miroku," she said the last part sarcastically and walked deeper into the cover of night. The trees created a nice shield from prying eyes as she removed her Hiraikotsu from her back and placed it on the ground. She heard the houshi walking through the forest and loosened her kimono. She sat on the ground, waiting his company.
Miroku entered the small area with a triumphant grin pasted on his face. There, sitting before him, was an angel, waiting. He kneeled in front of her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him down so he was laying on her. His left arm was next to her, holding his weight up as his right hand ran down her sides.
Sango laughed lightly when he reached the small area between her ribcage and her belly button. He untied her kimono and let it loosely hug her skin. His kisses traveled to the junction of her chin and neck. Miroku place feather light kisses on her delicate flesh. Sango brought her fingers to his hair where she massaged the back of his head absentmindedly at the fuel his actions were adding to the heat in her abdomen. Miroku sat up, straddling her waist as he loosened his monk's robes. She helped him eagerly.
He was barely in his robes, having pulled the top down to his waist, showing his chest to her. He bent down and kissed the skin of her chest. He could feel her heart pounding as his hands fiddled with her skirt. Miroku finally removed them and finished taking off her kimono. She was now completely exposed to him, and he had never seen a more beautiful creature. She smirked and blushed slightly as she began to get him out of his clothing.
"It isn't fair," she said seductively, "that I am here, naked for all the world to see while you are still dressed." He smiled and removed his pants. He then proceeded to lie back on her in a comfortable position between her legs and brushed her long hair from her face.
"I love you," he whispered, "kore kara zutto itsumademo." He kissed her and slowly entered her. Sango wrapped her legs around his well-built body. "Gomen," he said. She merely nodded and braced herself.
The pain came, but just as quickly dissipated. It was replaced by pure bliss. She moaned quietly as he stayed in position. Adjusting her body to the new sensation, she bucked her hips at him, telling him she was ready. In order to silence herself, she kissed him passionately. He kept at a slow and steady pace, not wanting her to do what she wasn't fully ready for. Sango pulled his body to her and ground her hips into his faster. He took the notion and sped up. Though her lips were connected with his, her scream was audible to his ears. With each thrust, their bodies glistened in the moonlight from their sweat. Miroku felt as though he would burst, but tried his hardest to wait for her before he released.
Sango threw her head back and screamed as her first orgasm hit. Miroku took this sign and released. They stayed together for a few moments, catching their breaths and cooling off. Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and repeated what he had said to her. "I love you too, Miroku, kore kara zutto itsumademo."
Off in the distance, Shippo's small voice was heard, calling for the two lovers. He hesitantly crawled off of her and grabbed his robes while she sat up and dressed in her casual kimono. They stood together, Miroku picking up Hiraikotsu and handing it to her. She smiled, thanked him and together they walked, hand in hand, to the kitsune who was so desperately looking for them.
~*~END CHAPTER~*~
kore kara zutto itsumademo: as far as I know, this means always and forever. If I am wrong, I am sorry.
Well, there you have it, Miroku/Sango lovers: their first lemon done by me. It is not necessarily a part of the main story, just a sideline romance. Hope you liked it and I am sorry if it was a little too detailed for some readers. The story is sadly coming to a close but I am happy to inform you that 'You'll Think of Me' will be completed within two weeks after the completion of this story. Then you will all be able to read my newest idea: 'A Hanyou In The Heart'. It will be posted the second 'You'll Think Of Me' is done because I already have Two chapters written in it! YAY! BREAK OUT THE SAKE!!
Ja Ne!
Inu Face
