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A/N: Sorry for, like, no update forEVER! Here it is!!

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Hentai Luvin'
Chapter 12: Lip lock Under a Tree

"Sango, where. . .are. . .we. . .going?" Houshi-sama asked between pants as I tugged him through Tokyo Station and onto the train, pushing him into an empty seat and grabbing onto the pole as the train jolted forward.

I ignored his question and looked out the window, trying to play it cool, but actually hiding a crimson blush staining my cheeks and ears. I hoped he couldn't see it. What was I thinking, I thought frantically as I stared everywhere but at the man behind me, what has gotten into me?

"42nd street Toudai Station!" the speakers blared my destination and I motioned Houshi-sama to follow me. I was surprised that he did so without my having to drag him. I walked now, not in much of a rush since the park wasn't far. That was my destination, the park, to tell him my feelings, to tell him that I lo--

I shook my head. No! I'm not going there to confess ANYTHING to him, I mentally scolded myself as I slowed my pace and stared at the ground, my blush still burning an unsteady waver in my vision. I'm simply going to the park to help him keep his mind off of his little problem. Oh god, what would Kagome-chan do in a situation like this?

I knew what Kagome-chan would've done in a situation like this. She would've taken advantage of it, confessed her feelings, kissed her love with all her heart, then skip away like a young school girl, a blush down her neck and to her slightly-revealed chest. How did I know? I'd seen it, when she'd confessed to her boyfriend of 3 years, Inuyasha. He'd been stunned into silence and hadn't given her an answer until the next week after they had a big fight over what channel was better: MTV or MTV2.

I always had admired her boldness and deep down kind of hated her for her beauty, her ability to think on her feet, and her supernatural talent of being able to use the phone with her brain (because, of course, she had been computerized by her father). But my real, true, wish was to be able to speak with the man that I loved without being rude, manly, or shy.

"Sango?" Houshi-sama poked me on the shoulder, as I was just about to step onto the crosswalk to get to the park. I turned to him.

"Yes?" His eyes mesmerized me and caught me off guard because of my daydreaming.

"The sign says 'Do Not Walk'" he pointing to the red flashing sign with a large hand.

"Oh. . ." I had almost gotten myself killed! "Thank you. . ."

"Are you alright, Sango?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern as he pulled me away from the curb and toward the nearest building wall. He pressed my back against it and I could feel my arm tingling from his touch. His hands curled tighter around my arm as he stared at me intensely. I blushed harder at the close proximity. I felt ridiculous, getting all worked up over a guy. I had never acted in such a manor. . .ever.

I swallowed the lump that had rose to my throat and opened my mouth to speak but closed it abruptly as he started to lean in, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt one warm hand on my bottom and that was it. I was trying with all my might to bite back all the rude, manly, pissed off remarks I could've thrown at him but as he squeezed I broke loose.

"You pervert!" I yelled as I punched him square in the nose and stomped away just as the light turned to 'Walk'. I hid myself in the crowd, my heart pounding fast. If just that little contact did this to me I could imagine what would happen to me when I confessed.

We reached the park quickly and I was at a sudden loss of what to do. I had never taken anyone (let alone a man) out somewhere. I didn't have a plan, I didn't know what I would do even if I did have a plan because I was too nervous, and I was scared of his reaction.

He followed me as I led him through the park and seated myself on a randomly placed bench that sat in the center of a small picnic/field area with trees scattered every so often.

The sakura pedals danced around us as we stared into space. I suddenly felt like I was in a sappy romance movie.

I let my eyes cast a glance toward the man to my left. He was looking at a group of girls in the distance, their skirts too short and the wind picking up, revealing their underpants. He drooled.

"Houshi-sama!" I growled as I hit his arm.

He snapped out of his "trance" and smiled nervously at me. "Sango, dear, how do you expect me to keep my eyes from wandering if we aren't even engaged in an interesting conversation."

I swallowed. I had lost his interest? I was boring? Dammnit! I turned away from him, my hair falling over my shoulder. I had let it loose on this special occasion.

"Oh Sango, I didn't. . ." he sighed. I guess he knew my thoughts just by looking at my face. He draped an arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and imagined us, years later, together. It wasn't a very pleasing picture: I was hitting him while he looked up some prostitutes skirt. . .but maybe that's how things should be. Right? Men are entitled to their own projects, even if it included hitting on every girl they saw. That's my Houshi-sama.

My? What the hell am I thinking, I mentally scolded myself as I sat straight up, Houshi-sama's arm falling to my back. I stood and started to walk toward the nearest tree. Screw sitting down. Sitting down didn't give you the reward of looking in your. . .yeah. . .his eyes.

He followed me just as I predicted and as I leaned against the sakura tree I closed my eyes, ready to confess my bubbling emotions.

I felt his hand under my chin and I was instantly alert of how close his face was to mine, how close his body was to mine, how close my chest was to his (I could even feel his heartbeat, fast and nervous. . .which I hadn't expected).

"Sango. . ." he whispered, his face lowering to mine, "I have something. . .to tell you. . ." he said slowly. I felt his unoccupied arm slid past my cheek and he pushed my hair behind my ear before placing his hand against the tree. I guess it was his support or something.

I swallowed and held my eyes open, trying to keep them from widening any wider. "W-what did you. . .need t-to tell me?" I stammered.

He bit his lip and this was the first time I had seen Houshi-sama have a real conflict brewing in his eyes. "Sango. . .I. . .you know I care for you, right?" he stroked my jaw line and seemed to loosen up a bit as a nodded. "But. . .ever since I. . .y'know everything. . .my feelings for you have grown stronger." As was his courage as he continued, "and now I know what kind of man I am. Not just a skirt-casing teenager who just wants to get laid. Now I know that I have another side. A side that. . .wants you, Sango."

My heart was almost in my throat. I thought I was going to scream; from fright or excitement I don't know but I reached my hand and looped it around his neck, forcing his face towards mine.

"And all I want is you, Houshi-sama." Our lips met and I felt a spark of giddiness run through my body. Our first kiss hadn't felt like this, maybe because I hadn't felt as strongly as I did for him at this exact moment.

We parted our kissing just for air and in between that lapse I whispered those sacred words as I leaned my forehead against his.

"Houshi-sama," I said as I licked my lips, ready for another round of tongue battling kissing, "I love you."

He seemed surprised for a moment before kissing me softly for a moment and whispering against my lips. "I love you too, dear Sango."

During our little. . .ehem. . .passion-fest I failed to hear the rather distinct sound of clicking behind a row of bushes just behind "Our Tree".

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A/N: I'm TERRIBLY sorry for the long wait, but I came back with a nice FLUFFY long-ish chappie! YEAH!! FUNNESS FOR ALL!! So. . .I hope you guys enjoyed it. I worked real hard on it. . .I mean I didn't delete anything out of it but I racked my brains a bunch and wrote most of it while I was watching The Ashlee Simpson Show.

What was that funky clicking? Who knows? ME! Cause I thought of IT!! BWAHAHAHA!

So I hope you understood this chappie. . .cause here comes a monkey-wrench in the next chapter!!

Chapter 13: Black Mail! 25cents a Copy!