Don't Let Go

by Baka no Bouzu

Sango's brother Kohaku is finally freed from Naraku's control. Although his sister is left in ruins because of it. when she seems so lost in everything, a certain Houshi can come around and can kiss everything all better. (Literally speaking) It's a two p

2. Part II

Don't Let Go

By: Baka no Bouzu

Part II

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The sun was shining over the horizon, dyeing the sky a brilliant purple and orange color. Slowly, as the sun sank lower and lower, the beautiful bright colors stretched further and further into the horizon. Miroku laid back,
the grass of the slope of the hill just outside the village pressing
against the back of his hands as he curled them under his head, staring
happily out at the darkening sky.

Happily. Wasn't that strange? A smile pulled across the houshi's face as he rolled onto his side, staring at his cursed hand. "You're not going to
get in my way anymore." He said to it, as if it was a person all on its own. "You're not going to stop me from loving any more. I've had enough." The houshi sighed, closing his eyes before he turned back onto his back.
Staring at the sky.

The houshi who had gone through so much for all his life, cursed to a terrible death. He would never be able to live a normal life until Naraku was destroyed, he knew. But that didn't mean that he couldn't try to live a pleasurable one. Something had awoken something inside of him. He didn't
know what it was exactly.

Actually. He did. Sango.

Admiration, respect, perhaps a little bit of fascination of how wonderful her body was built, her mind worked, how loyal she was. Anything to hide what he truly felt about her. Love was dangerous. If he was to love one, he
would become attached to them, meaning that the reverse would happen as
well. Then, when he did die, he would hurt more people in his wake.

For nearly all his life, the houshi had never really gotten involved with a
lot of people intimately. He would get to know them, to use them really until there was really no reason. But when he joined InuYasha's group of
rouge warriors, he learned something new.

He learned to care for people, to hold with them through thick and thin. Sure they would fight amongst themselves sometimes, but they would always stick together through thick and thin. And then Sango came along. At first she was like any other woman, someone the amorous monk would try out. When that didn't work, he would try to get her attention through other means,
jealousy, flirting, anything he could do really to try and get her
attention whatsoever.

But after the latest incident with her brother, he realized that he had an ardent affection for her, he wanted her to be happy more then he cared for
his own happiness. He wanted her to live a good life, and to be full of love. He wanted so much more to. He wanted to be with her. He was slowly
becoming enchanted by her innocent beauty, her love of goodness and
honesty, anything about her and Miroku tell ten good things about it.

And yet he never really got the chance to prove his love to her. All she
thought of him was an amorous monk who had a fondness of anything with
legs. It was true in ways, he appreciated the beauty of any woman, they were a gift from Buddha to the men of this earth. But there was one who had
drifted in his mind, above all else.

Sango.

It would have seemed that he must have dozed off with his own thoughts. The light wind of the darkness of the night picked up the wide sleeves of his robes, blowing them into his face. The houshi's violet eyes stayed shut though, his dark eyelashes pressing gently against his cheeks as he dozed,
his chin pressed into his chest contentedly.

A smile pulled across the face of the figure watching him, bending to his right side, she shielded his body from the light wind as he shifted in his sleep slightly. Eyes drifted over his symmetric face, his relaxed eyebrows
and the small smile that was on his face, indicating happy dreams.

Sango sighed, looking down at the young monk with an appreciative gaze. He really was quite beautiful. Yet it wasn't at all something that made him
look to delicate, instead it gave him a wonderfully strong look.

He looked so innocent in his sleep; nobody would have been able to guess that the young monk was really a perverted, unprincipled, amorous houshi with an eye for women. Although it seemed that the monk had been acting a little strange lately. He still gazed at Sango with such yearning that it made her blush from head to toe, and turn away before she would say or do something completely stupid. He could make her twist her words, lose your
concentration. Just about anything he desired.

Ever since that first night when she had finally put a little trust in him, he had proved himself. Of course he couldn't have helped some of the more,
ecchi parts of the interlude, but the fact that he hadn't actually gone
overboard with anything. He had been there when she had woken up a few
hours later, to carefully tuck her into his arms, and rock her back to sleep, telling her things that seemed to make it all better. For that split
second, she wondered why she didn't always throw herself into his arms.

The next day he had acted completely normal, he had copped a feel of her rear, grinning mischievously before walking off before she could even get
near enough to slap him silly. And when she approached him at night, he
would be kind, courteous, and wouldn't try anything at all with her. He seemed to be cultivating a deep respect for her, which was making her more
and more confused.

She released that he was probably just spinning a web of seduction around her, luring her in, promising that his love would be there for her if she
would just give into him. She had opened up to him already in the past
week. But it had been so tentative.

She had woken up crying yet again. He had been at her side in an instant,
there to comfort her, to calm her down. She had been rather shaken up,
crying out that Kohaku had not deserved to die, that she and him should
have been together, not to be torn apart like they were.

What the houshi had said in response though, had been...strange.

"Don't you think that's a little selfish of you Sango?" he finally whispered, lifting her tear-stained face in his fingers, looking her in the
eye. His expression was so warm, so beautiful. "I mean, now he is finally free of Naraku. And the power of Shikon no Tamma
as well. To stay with you, he would have needed to suffer having to be
controlled by the power of the sacred jewel shard in his back. He would have to suffer the memories and the power of Naraku as well. Now he is in a better place, he no longer has to suffer. And he can still look down upon us. Meaning that he will always be with us, no matter where we go. He will
always be your brother Sango."

Sango ran the words through her head over and over. The meaning of them sunk in so well. The truth and wisdom in them made tears come to her eyes,
but it had nothing to do with being sad.

"Thank you Houshi-sama."

He had helped her in ways she had never thought possible. The way he held her, the way he told her the truth. It was always the truth. He would never
sugar coat things for her; try to hide things from here when it came to emotions. He just dragged everything up to the front, pick through it all with her. They were probably the best things that had ever happened to her,
those nights with him.

She had grown a fondness for the houshi, she had always had one, but it had seemed to explode inside of her ever since he had began to care about her
so much. She didn't know if it was all a big trap, something for her to fall blindly into, and never be able to get out of once she got in over her
head. But then again, being trapped like that with the Monk sleeping in
front of her didn't seem half bad.

Any hard feelings that she had for him had faded away, replaced with
feelings of only tenderness had taken over her.

Completely on impulse, she reached out, stroking a stray strand of raven hair out of his relaxed features. Although when her fingers had reached the side of his face, she couldn't seem to be able to lift her hand. Smiling, she didn't bother fighting her body's will as she allowed one hand to touch
the side of his face, caressing the angular curves of his cheek-bone.

A single eyelid flickered open, unnoticed by the young woman who had closed
her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his skin pressed against her hand.
Slowly, the houshi lifted his hand, so as not to make any noise, and
disturb the young woman.

Finally, he took her hand in his, making her eyes snap open as he lifted it
to his mouth, carefully kissing it. Before he looked up at Sango with decorous eyes. "I must have dozed off..." He said cordially a smile coming across his face as he looked at the lantern that Sango had brought with her
when in search of the houshi.

Sango smiled lightly, withdrawing her hand with the smallest hint of a
flush. Something Miroku had grown to love when she did so. "Yes houshi- sama. I came in search of you." She said quietly. "InuYasha and Kagome have
left for their time this evening."

Miroku smiled, "So we're alone tonight?" he whispered to her, allowing his hand to drift to the side of her face, cupping it gently in the palm of his hand. Sango's flush increased ever so gently, as she allowed her eyes to close touching the back of his hand with her own. "Yes houshi-sama." She
whispered quietly. A sigh coming through her as the houshi stood up,
releasing her from his ever so faint, yet wonderful grasp.

"Then perhaps we should get back to the hut." He said with a smile,
grinning a little as the wind caught his robes, making them billow out
against the breezy night air. "It's a little cool out tonight." He whispered. Sango smiled, nodding her agreement as she picked up the lantern
that she had been carrying, standing to her feet.

Miroku's hand slipped to catch Sango's as they began to walk back to the
hut, squeezing it gently, and happily. This is what he had been waiting for. Sango had begun to warm up to him now, and tonight he would prove his love for her. As he had always wanted to for the past few days. Would she accept him? He didn't know. But this was his chance. It had finally came,
it was somewhat shocking for the young monk.

Of course it didn't surprise him that Kagome and InuYasha had left. Today was a new moon, making InuYasha become human again. It was much safer in Kagome's time then it was in the feudal era when InuYasha was only a human.

Miroku smiled, Sango was smart in brining a lantern, for without the moonlight, it was hard to see the path without it. When she held it up, the glow of light that came upon her face made her even more beautiful to look
at. Miroku couldn't help but smile and walk even closer to her, so that they're hips would 'accidentally' brush every now and then. Sango made no
protest though, only another small blush coming over her cheeks as she
continued to walk.

The smell of the houshi, the smell of fresh incense, and patchouli that always made her think of him any time she smelt it. Smiling finally, she closed the gap between them, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder and his chest, smiling as he accepted her happily, putting his arm around
her.

It was a beautiful thing to be held by someone such as him. Sango thought
with a small contented sigh and smile. Absolutely beautiful. It was a start, something told her that he would do more then just hold her tonight,
if she would allow him to. A smile came over her face, as she nestled herself deeper into him. Feeling so contented, and safe in his arms. There was so much that they could do, so much that they had to do soon as well.

There was only so much that Sango could think of, and soon her head was
reeling at all the possibilities.

I can't believe this moment's come
It's so incredible that we're alone
There's so much to be said and done
It's impossible not to be overcome

Sango smiled, stretching out on the futon that Miroku had rolled out,
covering it with a blanket and a 'pillow' from Kagome's time for her. A smile pulling across her face as she watched the young houshi as he worked with the small fire pit at the side of the room that he had rented for the night. His nimble fingers didn't take long to get the sparks flying from the pieces of flint that he hit together, finally the fire caught, and soon
the room was washed over with the warmth of the fire, the two figures reflecting the amber glow from the flames as they ate hungrily at the logs
of wood.

Sango was snapped out of her daydreams when Miroku sat next to her, putting his arm around her waste to pull her closer to him. A smile coming across
his face as she leaned into him gently. Although no words were spoken between the two. Both of them wanted to savor the moment while they still
could.

The love that the two had cultivated for each other was always hidden it seemed. They could never let it become apparent, for fears that it could be used against them, or that it would impede them when they fought along side each other. Changing their judgment, something that would not be acceptable
if they were to be victorious in every battle.

So was it safe to show each other their love now? Miroku sighed as he looked at the floor. Would they always have to hide like this? Why could they not cry from the rooftops that he was in love with Sango, why did he have to only love her in private, when he was sure nobody would find out. It wasn't fair, the life the two had to live, how come they would never be
able to live like normal people.

But then again, had they lived their normal lives, they would have never
met, they would have never have made all the friends they had now, they would have never united against one person to fulfill one cause, they would
have never experienced love for each other.

Sango seemed to be thinking roughly the same things, her eyes reflecting the uncertainty that they both seemed to be sharing, while the dancing of the glowing flames made her cheeks glow as she looked into the tongues of
flame as they lapped up at the wood that was used to feed it.

She started though, when she felt warm lips on her temple. A small flush appearing on her face as she turned her head to look at the monk who owned the lips. Miroku only smiled innocently at her, putting his hand on either hip, pulling her gently into him as he found her forehead, brushing it with another kiss. Sango smiled, as she allowed her hands to find his shoulders, holding them to find support as he allowed his kisses to trail down to her ear. Sango smiled in pure bliss as he kissed it carefully, before tonguing her ear lobe, tracing the inside of it with his warm breath and the gentle
caresses of his tongue.

Sango moaned happily, trailing her hands down his forearms, to entwine her fingers in his, clasping hands with him carefully while he nibbled her jaw
bone. She squeaked when he nipped at her nose when he lifted his head suddenly to look her in the eye. Sango smiled, resting her forehead upon
his as she carefully kissed his nose, and each of his eyelids. Finally Miroku seemed to have enough, leaning down, he allowed his hand to trail
under her chin, claiming her lips with his.

And then the answer became apparent. They would take the chances that they felt the wanted to. Because they loved each other. And that's what lovers
did for each other.

Will you forgive me if I feel this way
We've always hidden- tell me that's OK
So take this feeling make it grow
Never let it - never let it go

"Sango." Miroku whispered quietly, finally pulling away from her lips
before looking her in the eye. "Are you sure you want this?" He finally whispered, locking his arms around her waste. Sango's skin was heated, not
only from the fire, but because of the delicate touches that Miroku had lavished on her. Her entire body had been roused out of it's usually calm
state, becoming something that wanted to be touched, that wanted to be
loved in any way possible.

Sango wanted the same, inside, reasonably, she wanted Miroku to love her,
to make love to her, to lavish her with his fleeting touches and gentle kisses. To be driven mad by the feel of his skin against hers. But she had
to be smart here. She could not let reason give way just yet.

"Do you promise Houshi-sama?" she finally whispered, putting her arms around his neck to pull herself into him closer. Miroku allowed his hands
to run up and down her sides, stimulating her senses with his careful strokes and caresses. "Promise what Sango?" he asked huskily, his own body
seeming to be on fire to have this woman. Oh goddess how he wanted her.

"Do you promise to love me?" she whispered, "Do you promise to take me and give me something to keep forever, so that I will never have to let go of
you, or anything that I feel now, or ever again?" she whispered quietly
into his ear, resting her head on his shoulder as she held his chest
against hers. Loving the feeling insanely.

Miroku smiled, before nipping lovingly at her neck. "Yes Sango." He breathed before carefully but quickly leaning his weight on her, making her squeak as she fell backwards onto the futon, him following her down as he quietly straddled her. Leaning down to kiss her gently. "I don't know what
I'm doing Sango." He whispered quietly. "But for all it's worth. I love
you." He whispered.

Sango gasped out, in slight surprise at the first part of his statement. A
coy smile coming across her face as she grinned. "I love you to." She whispered, before she leaned forwards to claim his lips, twining her hands around his neck as she pulled him on top of her. Putting her hand flat upon
her back.

"But what do you mean. Have you never..." She whispered quietly as they
pulled away. Miroku tucked his fingers into the collar of her yuketa. "No.." He whispered. "But I know quite a bit. So don't underestimate me."
He whispered quietly, before kissing her revealed collar bones. Sango
gasped out as he curled his fingers under her yuketa and around her
shoulders as he nibbled upon her collarbones. "I won't." she moaned.

(Don't let go of the things you believe in)
You give me something that I can believe in
(Don't let go of this moment in time)
Go of this moment in time
(Don't let go of things that you're feeling)
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling
(Don't let go )
No, I won't let go

Finally the houshi seemed to tire of the light kisses to her less intimate
area's, finding her mouth again he dragged his tongue across her lips, before beginning to nibble on her bottom one, waiting for her to open her mouth up to him. Sango's eyes closed as she opened her mouth, answering his pleading cravings. Gasping as he probed his tongue into her mouth, probing
and tasting her to the full.

Yet it was not all he as doing. Rolling to her side, he kept her close to his body, while he kept the passion inflamed kiss going. Finding the tie of her yuketa he quickly fumbled with the knot, pulling away from her maw as he slipped the soft cotton material down her shoulders. Sango looked up at him through passion glazed eyes, contented beyond belief as she helped him pull the material down to her waste. Miroku then fumbled with her cuirass which she did not have the chance to remove earlier. Finally revealing his
prize he looked at Sango with a warm smile, a twinkle in his eye as he allowed his hands to trail up her sides to her bust, allowing himself to
drag his fingers enticingly across the swollen flesh.

"How can you stand wrapping them that tight?" He finally whispered, as he allowed his fingers to knead the untouched flesh. Sango's eyes closed in bliss, as she allowed herself to relax into his gaze, smiling mischievously
at him suddenly. "To keep perverts like you off them." She said with a
small smile. Miroku stiffened, before he realized that it was a joke, bending to claim her lips in a chaste kiss before he trailed them down her neck, her shoulder, then working his way across to the tip of the fleshy
mountain that he was currently rubbing.

Sango sighed, moaning as he pushed her back onto the futon, tonguing her nipple until it peaked for him in his mouth. Smiling he trailed his sloppy wet kisses to the other mound that he had been kneading before, alternating
back and forth. Sango moaned, finding herself arching to his touch. A
burning sensation began to occur between her legs, as she tucked her fingers into his hair, pulling out the tie to allow the wavy dark strands
to cascade down.

Sitting up from his ministrations, the houshi smiled at her as she wiggled
beneath him. Finally he released her enough so that she could sit up as well. Diving into the depths of his robes, Sango searched for his warm skin
beneath the dark blue material. Finally finding it she smiled as his
muscles rippled beneath her touch.

Miroku moaned as he helped her pull the robes off his arms and shoulders,
so that they pooled around his waste. Sango smiled, pressing his lips against hers again as she finally lay back with him letting her hands trail up and down her back. They lay there, touching and caressing each other. There was no longer a need for words, for touch was the only language that
they could use to describe the ways they felt for each other.

Now would you mind if I bared my soul
If I came right out and said you're beautiful
Cuz there's something here I can't explain
I feel I'm diving into driving rain

Finally, it seemed that the young houshi could take it no longer, trailing
his kisses from her chest, he allowed them to trail down her stomach, nibbling her belly-button as well as anything else that he could reach with
his tongue and mouth.

Sango gasped, arching her back to get more from the houshi, although he
simply held her down, as he stopped kissing when he reached her legs.
Carefully, he parted them slowly and gently with his fingers, although Sango parted for him the moment he beckoned her to do so. Bending down, he began to nibble the silky smooth texture of her inner legs. When he nearly
got to her womanhood, he would stop and work his way up the other side.

Sango gasped, convulsed in pure passion as he kissed her gently. Finally she arched and bucked against him, twisting her fingers in his hair to pull
him onwards. Miroku groaned as he was pressed into her flaming flesh.
Grinning though at how wet she was in return to his touches and kisses.
Smiling, he licked the frame of her opening, making her gasp out in
pleasure for return.

Rolling his tongue around inside her crevice, he began to realize how he
too was beginning to ache for release, and just as he was about to pull out, she felt her entire body shudder, as she screamed out in please while
cumming directly into his oh so surprised mouth. The houshi grinned although, lapping up her sweet essence, before he ran his tongue down her
again, trying to figure out what had made he react so suddenly.

When he ran over a certain area, she convulsed again, gasping out while arching her legs further apart, arching upwards to try and thrust against
his mouth.

The houshi grinned as he began to play with her in this way, figuring that
this must be her g-spot.

Finally Sango climaxed again, screaming out for the room to hear. "Miroku!"

The houshi grinned, as he removed himself from her, no more 'foreplay,' he
couldn't take it any longer. He had to get inside of her, and relieve
himself as well.

Pulling down the rest of his robes, he kicked them off, before positioning himself on top of Sango. Looking into her eyes for some sort of reaction.
"Sango." He whispered. "You're positive you want this?" He whispered
urgently to her, "Because once I go in, there's no backing out." He
whispered. Sango looked up at him, nodding her head as she panted for
breath, her fingers curling around the blankets of the futon. "Please
Houshi-sama." She whispered. Miroku raised an eyebrow.

"Who's houshi-sama?" he finally teased. "I don't know who that man is. Is
there another man Sango?" he asked with a faux seriousness.

Sango groaned, her body shining with sweat. She didn't need this. "Hurry up housh....Miroku." She whispered. Miroku smiled, complying as he pushed down into her, his hardened member penetrating. Sango gasped in pain as he broke
through her hymen, her eyes tearing as she convulsed again, her body
adjusting to the newest intrusion. Miroku cursed himself for forgetting about the pain that would be involved for her. Bending to her he claimed her lips, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, while he pulled out
of her a ways, waiting until she was ready for him to go in again.

You get my senses running wild
I can 't resist your sweet, sweet smile
So take this feeling 'n make it grow
Never let it - never let it go
I've been waiting all my life
To make this moment feel so right
The feel of you just fills the night
So c'mon -just hold on tight

When Sango nodded against his chest, Miroku touched the side of her face lightly with his hand. "No more pain." He whispered. "Not now, not ever.
I'll make sure of it." He whispered to her, before claiming her lip to silence any reply she could have made. Both of them lost in pleasure as he
thrust in again.

He started up a simple, slow pace. Making sure that she was ready for him every time he pushed in again. She showered him with her nectar, making him groan out thankfully. Harder and faster he began to go, every time grinding deeper and deeper into her as she began to thrust up to him, together they worked into a rhythm, almost as one body as they made their way to heaven.

Finally she climaxed, the exact same time as he did as they thrust against each other for the last time, their cries of pleasure and ecstasy filling
the room as Miroku filled Sango with his seed. Collapsing with sheer
exhaustion as they curled into each other, clambering into an exhausted partner. Kissing each other lovingly, and thankfully as they both fell into
a contented and drowsy sleep. And Inside, they both knew something. No
matter what they went through, from now on, they would hold onto each
other. And they would never, ever, let go.

(Don't let go of the things you believe in)
You give me something that I can believe in
(Don't let go of this moment in time)
Go of this moment in time
(Don't let go of things that you're feeling)
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling
(Don't let go )
No, I won't let go

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Authors Note: the Song lyrics are Bryan Adams, "Don't Let Go" the main theme for part two of this 'one-shot.' Please review if you liked it. It's too often that people just walk away without reviewing, and then the author doesn't know if anybody is even reading it. --; I've re-edited everything
so it should make for better reading.

I dedicated this to all those Miroku and Sango fans out there, who don't
seem to have enough fan fictions devoted to the houshi and the tai-ija.

Fin.