Disclaimer: This is chapter 25. I think that by now y'all know that I don't own any character from the manga/anime and that Nekoyasha and her grandchildren are mine.
A/N: This is a Sango/Miroku fluff chapter. There may even be hints of citrus.
"Spoken"
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Chapter 25: I Won't Hurt You
Sango had found Miroku in the room that the group shared. It was kind of lonely now, with Kagome and Inuyasha in her time and Shippo had started sleeping with the other kids. That left Sango in the room alone with Miroku.
Sango did not really wish to sleep alone. She was about to ask Miroku to join her when the divider was pushed aside.
"I do not think that we really need this tonight, do you?" he asked. Sango just shook her head. Miroku came and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and pulled her close.
He is still going around without a shirt. Damn him! Why does he have to look so good without one on? What if he wants more tonight Sango was pulled from her thoughts.
"It looks like it is just us tonight," he whispered in her hair. She looked up at him and he smiled. Sango thought that she saw a gleam in his eye and her heart started pounding.
Miroku pulled her even closer and kissed her. It was deeper and more passionate than anything he had done so far. Sango melted into it. Part of her wanted it, but part of her was afraid of what would come next.
The kiss ended and Miroku looked into her eyes. "Sango," he whispered as he slid an arm around her waist.
"M-M-Miroku, I-I-I-," Sango stammered.
Miroku saw the fear in her eyes. He brought his hand up to her face and gently caressed her. "I won't hurt you," he assured her.
Sango gasped. "I'm n-n-not ready." She pulled back from him and curled into a ball. Huge demons she could deal with and not even break a sweat. She could look in the face of death and her heart rate would stay the same. But this. Being being intimate with a man frightened her.
Miroku hadn't meant to scare her. He thought that they had grown closer. Then he realized what she meant. "Sango. Sango, look at me." She looked up. He took her hand. "I am not ready for that either."
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "But you have done it with how many village girls?"
He cupped her cheek. "You're special to me, Sango." He gazed at the floor and whispered, "I won't hurt you." He closed his eyes and clenched his right hand. As much as I might want to love you, I know that I can't. I don't know if we will be able to defeat Naraku in time. I won't hurt you like that. To love me, and then I die. A single tear rolled down his face. He just wanted an heir. He didn't want to fall in love. But there were Nekoyasha's words and his dream. He felt a soft kiss on his cheek. He looked up and saw Sango kneeling in front of him.
"What's wrong?" she asked. A part of him wanted to be able to tell her everything. Why he wanted to love her, why he felt he needed to chase her away, and all his fears about the Air Rip. Instead gently tugged on her kimono top and whispered, "Take it off."
She stared at him. There was no slap, no yelling of "pervert!", nothing at all. He tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eye. "You are wrapped, aren't you?"
Sango nodded. He slowly untied the knots on her top. He slid it off her shoulders. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. All that was keeping his skin from touching hers was the cloth that was wrapped around her breasts and half-way down her stomach (A/N: think Mulan when she sits up in the medical tent, except with Sango it doesn't hide the fact that she is a woman). When Sango came up for air, he trailed kisses down her neck, along her shoulder, and right to where the cloth started.
He could feel how tense Sango was in his hold. Then he realized that she was usually always tense. "Unwrap yourself," he stated.
"Nani?!"
He sighed. "Turn your back to me and unwrap yourself. When you are done with that, lay on your stomach."
Sango gulped. Then amazingly she turned her back to him and began unwrapping her cloth. When she finished she laid down on her stomach. Miroku noticed that she was shaking.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I won't hurt you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable with this, tell me and I'll stop." Sango nodded her head.
Miroku started massaging her shoulders. He worked on all the knots all the way down her back.
Some of the spots that Miroku hit hurt, but at the same time it felt good, so Sango did not say anything. There was a part of her that couldn't believe that she was laying there topless and was letting Miroku touch her. But she had to admit that the monk had good hands. They were so soft and even when it hurt, she could tell he was being gentle. She was sad when he was finished.
"You can wrap yourself now. Just just don't wrap all the way down." Sango nodded. She wrapped herself quickly. She was a bit curious why he didn't want the cloth all the way down.
When she was finished, she turned to look at Miroku. He was laying on his side and patted the space beside him. She laid down facing him. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. Sango realize why he didn't want the cloth wrapped correctly. Her stomach was pressed against his and his skin was so warm.
When the kiss ended it, Miroku whispered, "Thank you for trusting me." Tears came to Sango's eyes. She turned so her back was facing him to hide them. Miroku put his arm around her and pulled himself closer to her so that his chest was against her back. He lightly brushed her stomach with his fingers.
After awhile of lying like that, his fingers ran across the bottom of the cloth. He was nervous for what he was about to ask. He kissed her neck and her ear, then he mouthed into her ear, "May I?"
Sango closed her eyes. She knew what he was asking for. His fingers at the bottom edge of the cloth told her that. "As long as it is above the cloth."
"Of course."
Sango nodded. She felt his hand trail up and cup around her breast. She was glad that it was his non-gloved hand. Gently he started kneading it, like a cat might do. Sango gave a slight moan at the sensations his actions were causing. Miroku kissed the back her neck.
After a few minutes, Miroku returned his hand to her stomach. Her low moans were starting to affect the monk, and he did not want to scare the demon slayer.
She turned over to face him again. She pressed her lips to his. Their kiss was intense but not devouring, soft and passionate. When they ended it, Sango cuddled up against the monk.
As she closed her eyes, "Miroku, do you love me?"
Yes, I do. He stroked her hair, "I won't hurt you."
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A/N: Ok, so this was my first time writing a scene like this. Was it ok?
And we thought that Inuyasha had commitment problems. I did not intend for Miroku to think like that. Grr. At least he didn't say anything stupid to get me off track. ::Shoots look at Sesshomaru::
Any way I finally got my ice cream... in the form of an alcoholic smoothie! I love New Year's. I actually spent it with real people, not the characters in my head! My friend Sage Jock had sake!!!!! Very good, but very strong. It was a small gathering. There was Sage Jock, Eromeus ::waves at Eromeus::, Nonsense, Doc, and me. I was the only girl there! :) Fun and excitement I tell you.
Well, Happy New Year everyone!
