Sango: Hey Minna-san! So you all liked the first chapter, ne? Well I guess
Sayah-Chan and
me make a good team.
**Sango giggles** hehe.. Remember... Boojangles!! **Sango falls on ground
laughing.
Sayah looks at her and cocks a brow** okay, I'm done laughing.
**Wipes tears away** whew buddy, that was funny, thanx to Rin-chan for doing that part! Okay, Sayah-Chan and I are sorry that we didn't up date sooner, itz just hard, because we don't live By each other, we have to do this over e-mail and AIM. **Sigh** And because SOMEONE Didn't start their part for about a month!!! **looks around the room**
Okay well, thanx for the reviews. KEEP EM COMING!
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*~THAT guy~*
..... A sudden boom shook the building and the light in the elevator went off as a buzzing noise filled their ears.
"Shit!"
Sango clenched her fists by her sides and cursed her luck. "Great..." she murmured under her breath.
The guy smirked, "I know, it is great. I am stuck in a dark elevator with a sexy woman." He said as he came closer to Sango
Stepping back wards, Sango shot him a glare that would scare any youkai away. "Touch me and die." She hissed.
He stepped back and chuckled, "Feisty little kitten, aren't you?" he asked as he leaned against the wall.
"Just don't touch this kitten and she won't claw your eyes out and shove them up your ass." Sango stated in a calm voice.
He chuckled once again, "Okay, well it looks like we are going to be stuck in this together." He stated.
"No shit." Sango said flatly. ((A/N: -_-))
"Well, maybe we should start over. Hi, I am Miroku Houshi, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand to meet hers.
Sango looked at him for a moment, even in the darkness, she could see his Violet eyes glistening with friendliness.
"I'm Sango Taijiya." She said taking his hand and lightly shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Sango Taijiya." Miroku said as he brought her hand up to his mouth and planted a small kiss on it.
Sango felt her face redden at the touch of his soft, warm, lips.
She pulled her hand away and turned around to face the other side of the elevator. This had to be Sango's favorite spot in the apartment building.
The elevator was nice and cozy. It was always playing nice music and had a breath taking view of the city through its glass window.
Sango put her hand up to the glass of the window and let out a sigh.
"Nice view, huh?" asked Miroku as he walked over by her side and looked out to the city.
"Yeah." Sango replied in a whisper.
Miroku sat down on the ground and looked at his watch. "I wonder how long we will be stuck in here"
Sango sighed and sat down too, "I don't know. Probably all night, knowing the owner of this building."
"You know, I once caught the manager having sex behind the front desk?" Sango made a face at the memory of seeing a fat, old prune, fuck a skinny bulimic slut.
Miroku snickered softly as he caught a glimpse of Sango's face. "Poor you, must be scared for life."
"So, what do you do? You look too good to say that you work at Mc Donald's" Miroku asked looking her in the eye.
Sango felt his eyes upon her and looked down, "Well I'm a model"
"Ah hah! I knew I've seen you somewhere before! But don't you think heaven misses it's most beautiful angel?" he asked, slowly slipping his hand on her thigh. ((A/N: Houshi- sama is so Korny! -_-;;))
Sango felt anger boil in her veins, "And doesn't the pound miss it's number one shit head?!" she snapped. ((A/N: HAHAHA!))
"Sorry, I just got caught up in your beauty." He said holding his hands in the air. "It won't happen again."
Sango frowned and rolled her eyes.
((Hour Later))
After about an Hour, Sango and Miroku had gotten to know each other a little better. ((A/N: NOT like that you hentais! I'm not like that! **Looks away** shut up Sayah-chan!))
Sango felt a chill run up her spine, the elevator was getting cold and she was only wearing a short Lakers jersey.
Another chill went down her spine. When all of a sudden, Sango felt something warm up her arms.
She turned around to find Miroku's jacket ((A/N: Yes, he was wearing a jacket)) over her shoulders.
She turned and looked at Miroku, he was now in his dark blue shirt, unbuttoned all the way.
'Wow, he looks good in the dark' Sango thought in her head as she had sudden urges to run hands over his chiseled chest.
Sango found herself look intently at him and looked away,
'stupid, now he's going to hit on you' she scolded herself.
"You're cold aren't you? You can use my jacket and if you want you can come sit over here. Don't worry, I won't touch you." He said with sincerity in his voice.
Sango was pretty cold; so she decided to take him up on his offer and us him for warmth. She walked over to him and sat right next to him, trying not to sit too close to the man.
The elevator had been playing music the whole time they were in there, it helped it not feel so uncanny.
While looking out at the city, Sango's heart jumped when she heard the next song play.
It was "Rock the Boat" by Aaliyah.
This had always been one of Sango's favorite songs and it always made her sad that she didn't have a lover.
Miroku felt Sango tense at the song; he rubbed her shoulders, "Is something wrong?" he asked with concern in his deep eyes.
Sango looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, "This song..."
Miroku looked back down at her, "Yeah, it's a great love making song."
Sango felt her face start to burn; she closed her eyes for a second, and quickly opened them again when she felt someone's lips touching her own.
She looked and saw Miroku; he slowly kissed her, rubbing her shoulders gently.
A blush began to creep its way to Sango's face, but after a few seconds she relaxed.
Gradually, Sango slipped her hands in Miroku's opened shirt, and slowly started rubbing it; tracing his six pack with her nails.
Miroku broke away from the kiss and tilted Sango's head back a little and began planting little butterfly kissed on her neck and collarbone.
Sango tugged at Miroku's hair, making it fall out of its ponytail and over his shoulders.
Sango let out a delighted moan slip from her lips as Miroku rubbed her sides.
Anyone that found her secret spot ((My sides, DAMN IT, I just told...-_-)) could have Sango as putty in their hands.
Sango dug her nails into Miroku's neck, receiving a moan from him.
She smirked and found his lips once more. Slowly she opened her mouth, allowing Miroku's hot n' wet ((I love 112, sry)) tongue enter her heated mouth.
All of a sudden the lights came back on and the elevator started moving.
This woke Sango up from her little trace and she pushed Miroku off of her.
'What the hell had she just done?' she thought to herself.
Sango felt herself go red in the face, she got up and as soon as the door to the first floor opened she darted out, forgetting that she had Miroku's jacket on.
Miroku stood there for a moment, confused.
"Weird girl. But a good kisser." He said out loud to himself as he licked his lips.
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As Sango drove through the city, a flash of Miroku's chest filled her mind.
"No, Sango! You don't even know him." She disciplined herself.
A smile curled on Sango's lips, he was a pretty good kisser.
She smiled the rest of the way home.
Sango walked in the door to her two-storied apartment. ((Yes I have a two-storied apartment; the building is 20 stories high. I'm a model, what you expect? A trailer?))
She took off her jacket... wait this wasn't HER jacket!
"Damn it Sango," she said as she looked in his jacket to see if there was anything with his number on it.
She pulled out a stack of cards, they had his name on it, and phone number,
cell, pager, e-mail, web site, address, and that he was available.
Sango rolled her eyes, "What, does he hand these out for a living?" she chuckled softly as she stuck them back in his pocket.
She couldn't help, but to notice that he smelled good.
A meow came from under her and she looked down to find her little kitten Kirara.
She smiled at Kirara and bent down to pick her up.
Kirara had been a gift from Inuyasha for her 16th birthday. Sango and Kirara got along right after Sango had picked her up.
A wave of sleepiness came over Sango and she looked at the clock, it read 2:15 am.
No wonder, she had been up since 5:30 am this morning taking photos.
She yawned and dropped Miroku's coat on her chair, "I'll return it to him tomorrow" She said as she unzipped the pants Kagome had lent her.
"What a nice girl, I hope she keeps Inuyasha happy," she said as she folded the pants and set them on the table.
Now only in a short jersey, Sango made her way to her room with the small cat in her hands.
Another yawn came from Sango's mouth and she lay there petting Kirara.
"Miroku..." were the last words that came from her lips before she fell asleep.
Kirara tilted her head as she heard Sango say a name, with a flip of her tail; she curled up into a ball and fell asleep on Sango's chest.
The purring from Kirara on Sango's chest helped Sango have sweet dreams. ((^_~))
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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Sango's apartment. Golden rays hit Sango in the face, rousing her from her dreamless sleep. Yawning she rolled to her side, tucking her feather down comforter more firmly around herself.
She was so warm and she felt more at ease then she had in a long time. Cracking a sleepy eyelid she glanced at the digital clock that was perched next to her bed in her nightstand.
The green digital numbers shone wickedly at her.
'7:45 AM'
Sango's eyes widened in shock as she sat bolted upright in bed.
"Shit!" she cursed as she flung the warm covers off her body, exposing herself to the cold air.
"I'm going to be late for the shoot." She mumbled as she all but fell out of bed.
She was supposed to there at 8:15 - there was no way she would make it in time. Sango ran to her closet door, flinging it open, before rushing inside.
Sango's closet, as Inuyasha had once commented, was about the size of a small house.
The walls were full of racks upon racks of clothes. Well, except for the far corner which was reserved entirely for her collection of shoes.
Make no mistake, Sango loved her job, but she just wasn't *this* obsessed about clothes.
She only wore a third of the clothes in her closet, the rest were gifts from famous designers and magazines for modeling for them and wearing their clothing.
Sango would have had much more clothes from all the gifts she got but it was a know fact that Sango donated at least half of her clothes to the Salvation Army along with a Whooping money donation every year.
Sango ran to the nearest rack of clothing and pulled out a pair of designer jeans and a T-shirt, hoping they matched.
Sango stripped out of her clothing quickly then wiggled into the jeans she had never worn before. The jeans were a rich blue that clung to her like a second skin. The shirt she wore was a rich burgundy. It clung to her, showing off her bust and her smooth flat stomach.
'Hmm I feel a little scandalous . . .' Sango thought, casting a backward glance into the mirror.
'Oh well, no time to change.' Sango thought as she ran back to the bedroom, grabbing her purse on the table.
"How could I forget to set the alarm?" Sango growled at herself.
'Because you were distracted last night.'
Sango's eyes widened as they fell upon the leather jacket that was draped over her chair.
"Oh."
'Yes, oh.' Her inner self snickered.
Sango sighed and, biting her lip, walked determinedly towards the jacket. She picked it up feeling the soft warm leather, shaking her head she flung the jacket across her shoulder.
"I have to give this back to him . . . but, do I want to?"
Sango rolled her eyes at her own folly as she walked out the doors of her apartment.
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"Great, and that's a wrap! Sango, darling, you were fabulous!" Pierre the gay French Photographer said as he beamed at her. Sango was decked out in a black beaded evening gown. The gown was strapless and showed off the delicate slope of her shoulder as well as some cleavage. (. ) It made Sango look sensuous and yet sophisticated at the same time. Long black silk gloves came up to her elbows and a small black purse dangled from her arm.
All in all Sango looked pretty damn good.
"Thank god!" Sango murmured quietly. Her feet were absolutely aching from the high heels she wore that accompanied the gown.
"Thanks guys!" Sango said with a wave and a smile. It had been a long 6- hour shoot. And these people, the background people who worked on the set as well as on the models, were the ones that deserved the credit for a job well done.
Sango had come in a wreck that morning. But Pauline and Goro, the makeup artists, had quickly remedied that. In a matter of minutes Sango was looking fresh and ready- not to mention gorgeous. ^_~
Cheers and congratulations echoed through the studio as Sango walked confidently towards the dressing room. It was time to blow this joint. (^_^)
A half an hour later Sango walked out of the studio and into the warm noonday sun. She let out a contented sigh. Now she needed to call Inuyasha and Kagome to make plans for later. But first she needed to drop off Miroku's jacket.
"This is going to be fun." Sango sighed, tossing the jacket into the back of her convertible. Sango hopped into the car and cranked up the radio.
"I guess it's now or never . . ."
Sango craned her neck up to look at the 25-story office building, glancing down at the small white business card in her hand she shook her head.
'A business man.' Sango thought lamely.
Somehow she just could not imagine the man she met last night in the elevator, in a business suit- or an office for that matter.
"Go figure." Sango smiled as she flipped her hair off her shoulder, exposing the creamy expanse of her neck. She walked confidently towards the revolving doors at the entrance of the building. People on the sidewalk slowed to let her pass, some even stopped to stare at her as she entered the building.
Sango pulled down her shades (as in sunglasses) and rolled her eyes. She hated getting this kind of attention, but it all came along with being a model. When she was younger she wanted to become a police officer- to help keep crime off the streets. But that had been before she had been "discovered". Now she was "Sango ______" one of the top models in America.
Sango let out a relieved sigh as the cool air met her skin. The main lobby was well air conditioned; puffs of cool air hit the bare skin of her arms. Her shoes clicked on the marble floors. The main floor looked like a typical office building. The floor was a gray swirled marble. People dressed in business suits rushed around. Some carried coffee or a newspaper with their briefcases- they all looked like they had places to go and things to do.
The walls were a light gray, decorated with the very typical uninteresting art that usually adorned the walls of buildings like this. At the center of the vast lobby was a round information desk. Shrugging her shoulders, Sango walked straight up to it.
Behind the desk sat a pretty young woman. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her hazel eyes were fixated on the computer screen in front of her as her fingers skimmed quickly over the keys on the keyboard. The young woman was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Sango, who was leaning up against the information desk- an amused smile on her face.
"Um, excuse me?"
The young woman's headshot up startled. Her lips formed a surprised "O"
"Oh dear I'm sorry miss- did you need help with something?"
Sango smiled "yes actually, I'm looking for a Miroku Houshi."
The girls eyes widened a bit then she nodded her head quickly in understanding.
"Of course Miss, Mr. Houshi is upstairs on the 22nd floor. Just ask the receptionist up there and she'll be able to help you."
"Thank you." Sango said with a smile, heading towards the elevators.
The young woman turned back to her work with a sigh.
"There goes another one."
Sango stood in the elevator, Miroku's leather jacket draped casually over her arm. There were other people in the elevator too- as a matter of fact the elevator was packed with people wearing their business suits, sipping their coffees and reading paperwork as they glanced at their watches.
Sango stood patiently, watching as the people got on and off the elevator. By the time she reached the 22nd floor and the steel elevator doors opened with shrill ding, there were only two people left on the elevator.
She calmly walked through the elevator doors and into the waiting room.
The difference in this one room was amazing. The floor was actually carpeted- cream colors surrounded her, making her feel comfortable and relaxed. Tasteful and expensive art decorated the room. This floor was dissonantly silent, save for the soft clicks of fingers on keys.
Sango walked calmly around the corner, past the rows of empty waiting chairs and straight to the receptionist's desk- which stood outside two closed mahogany doors.
An old woman sat behind the desk. There was just no "nice" way of putting it- the woman was fat. She had three bulbous chins that jiggled when she moved. Two black beady looking eyes hid behind a pair of horn rimmed glasses that perched on her long, slightly upturned, nose. Gray craggily hair was pulled back into a strict bun. Her lips were narrow and turned down at the corners.
Sango walked politely up to the desk where the old woman sat typing slowly, so very slowly, on her keyboard.
"Excuse me ma'm?" Sango said politely, when the woman refused to look her way.
"What do you want." The woman said in a deep throaty voice. Kind of like Agnes- the cafeteria lady from hell.
"I'm here to see Miroku Houshi." Sango said, a bit irritated that the woman still wouldn't turn away from her computer screen.
"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary said, pursing her lips, pausing in her typing to look down her nose at Sango for the first time.
"No. I'm here to drop off-"
"Oh, I see. Your one of those girls. Go right in, it's not like anyone else does actual work here." The woman growled, turning back to the computer screen.
Sango bit her lip, she had always had a pretty good temper, but she wanted nothing more than to choke this lady with her own fat. She justed rolled her eyes, smiled and headed to Miroku's office. What was her problem? And why was she taking out her fat angry aggressions on Sango?
Deciding she really didn't care Sango turned on her heel and headed for the mahogany doors.
Sango's hand paused over the door knob to Miroku's office.
'What am I doing?' she thought, biting her lip. She had left Miroku in the elevator after that steamy make out session, without as much as a goodbye. She didn't want to face him . . . but at the same time she did! She wanted to run her hands over his toned chest, to feel the muscles quivering just beneath the skin. She wanted to feel his hard lean body pressed up against hers, making her shake with need. She wanted. . .
'WHAT AM I THINKING?!" Sango mentally slapped herself. She was NOT that type of woman! But she couldn't forget the way his lips had caressed her own- the way they seemed to devour her, evoking strange emotions in her.
No. There would be none of that today. She was going to give the man back his jacket, say a polite thank you and then leave. She would never see him again. She would show him exactly what type of woman she was.
Mentally steeling herself, Sango smirked as she pushed the door open and slipped inside Miroku's office.
The room was huge. Sango's eyes quickly darted around, taking in her surroundings. The carpet beneath her feet was a dark tan, with an almost greenish brown tint to it. Windows that reached from floor to ceiling lined the far wall. A small tan couch was lined up against the side wall, a coffee table littered with magazines in front of it.
A dart boardhung on the other wall, to the right- the darts' tips were all burrowed into the bull's eye of the board. In the corner by the dartboard was a black mini fridge. The room had various other items in it, but none caught Sango's attention more then the beautiful mahogany desk that sat in front of the windows on the far walls.
Or maybe it was who was sitting at the desk that caught her attention. Miroku sat in a large leather chair behind the desk, writing furiously. He was dressed in a white dress shirt; a tie hanging loosely around his neck, as if had been tugging at it. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Is raven hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Small tendrils of hair had fallen loosed around his face. His head was propped up against his free hand as he wrote- his eyes fixated only on the paper before him.
'Maybe he didn't hear me come in? Should I say something?'
"What is it now Dolores? Did Kana drop off the Hydeki documents?" his deep voice called calmly out to her from his desk- his eyes never leaving his work.
Sango smiled. 'Nope he definitely heard me come in.'
"Not quite." Sango said with a smile- amazed how calm and confident her voice has come out when her insides were shaking with nervous energy.
Miroku's eyes immediately shot up from his work. A sexy smile spread across his handsome face as he rose slowly, almost sensuously, from his chair.
"Ah, Miss Sango- and to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Sango smiled, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat. Oh gods, did he have to say pleasure so . . . pleasurably?! His voice had literally sent tingles up her spine, it was as smooth as silk and as rich as chocolate. Mmm chocolate. (An: sorry about that . . .I'm hungry 0.0)
'Stick to the plan girl!' Sango mentally scolded herself.
"I came by to thank you and to return your jacket" Sango said lightly while holding the jacket up.
Miroku's eyes darkened with some deep dark primal emotion- and it wasn't anger. He walked swiftly, confidently towards her, his muscles rippling under his clean white shirt.
Slowly, Sango started to back up, the look in his eyes ensured her that he had SOMETHING on his mind. She didn't think she could handle him if he was too close.
Her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips nervously.
Miroku stood so close to her that their bodies were almost touching. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and her resolve wavered.
Strong hands were placed gently on her shoulders, as if he could sense the uneasiness in her.
He leaned down slowly, so that his warm lips just brushed the smooth expanse of her neck.
"That was very kind of you, Miss Sango." His heated breath blew against her skin as he talked; making shivers run up in down her spine.
"Very kind indeed." He whispered again as his lips tugged gently at the skin of her neck, kissing her there slowly.
Sango's knees began to shake. She should put a stop to this, she really should. But why? It felt so good and she couldn't remember why. . .
Sango let out a soft moan as Miroku's tongue flicked against the skin of her neck, the jacket in her arms fell slowly to the floor and, along with it, her resolve.
Miroku's hands slowly moved away from her shoulders. One moved slowly down her back pressing her closer to him, so that she could feel the hard planes of him, while the other fisted in her hair, towards the nape of her neck, pulling it back so that he could taste more of her sweet flesh.
Sango gasped and her hands moved to his shoulders, to his chest, and eventually wrapped around his neck.
'what am I doing? You hardly know the jerk and here you are, making out with him, AGAIN!' she yelled in her head.
Her breath was coming quicker now as Miroku's lips moved up her neck to her jaw and slowly to her lips.
When his lips touched hers Sango let out a small moan, and then he claimed her lips with a fierce kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to explore the inside of her mouth. Sango groaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him, showing him her want.
Miroku pulled away, his eyes dark and heated, a smirk played across his lips as he lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her quickly over to his desk, brushing everything on it to the floor in his urgency as he carefully laid her down on it.
"Miss Sango, you are very beautiful. Yes, indeed. And very soft." He whispered heatedly against her flesh before claiming her lips in another heated kiss.
Sango moaned softly at the emotions he was evoking in her. Gods she wanted him. Her hands slid up and down the hard lines of his chest before quickly working at the buttons of his dress shirt. Miroku's talented mouth left her lips to trail back down her neck, eliciting moans from Sango whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
Sango had about half of his shirt unbuttoned when she felt his hot mouth on her chest. She moaned as his warm hands slid under her shirt to cup her breasts, caressing them gently as his mouth claimed her flesh with his heated kisses.
In a matter of moments Miroku had swiftly unclasped her bra, allowing his thumbs to brush against her hard, sensitive nipples. Sango let out a choked moan as his thumbs brushed against her. Heat was quickly pooling in her stomach, burning her up on the inside.
He smirked, hearing her moan, as he continued to caress her soft flesh. His hand slid slowly from her breast down her side to her jean clad thigh, stroking the inside softly.
Sango was quivering now. The man was simply a devil with that hot talented tongue of his. Sango's hands squeezed his hard shoulders, she wanted him- gods she wanted him.
His hand on her thigh moved to the button of her jeans, and with a talented flick of his thumb he undid the button. His hand slipped slowly inside her jeans, his fingertips brushing gently against her hip, when a shrill ring snapped them out of their lust filled daze.
Miroku's head snapped up and his eyes darted to the phone on his desk. He let out a frustrated groan and sighed, pulling away from Sango.
Sango, on the other hand, had snapped out of her stupor.
Miroku lifted himself off of Sango and reached for the phone.
"Hello." He sounded irritated and looked just about fit to kill.
Sango shook her head and quickly got up off the desk. She reached into her shirt and clasped her bra and re did the button on her jeans before backing away quickly from Miroku.
Miroku, seeing her leave, grew even angrier at the person on the other end of the line.
"Yea, Ok, yea I'll look into. No. I said- Hey, wait, Miss Sango I-"
Sango shook her head.
"I-I have to get going. Um, thanks again." She said quickly, before hurrying out the door, closing it behind her.
"Damn!" could be heard from the other side.
Sango swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh god, she had gone and done it again. She had let him . . . on his desk . . . Oh god.
"I can't believe I just did that." Sango whispered, her cheeks flushed, as she all but ran past the secretary's desk and to the elevator.
"I did it AGAIN." Sango thought angrily.
"Dammit Taijiya!" she cursed at herself as she ran into the elevator.
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Sayah: *cough* I realize that it took me a reaaaaaally long time to update this chapter. But hoped you all enjoyed it. I know Sango did. ^_~ don't even try to deny it Sango-Chan. Any-who I want to say that it *is* my fault it took us so long to update. Sango has been Berating me for a month now to update my part of the chapter . . . But I keep forgetting O.o I'm just special I guess. ^_^ please review us and tell us how we did ^_^ Reviews are reaaaaaal good ^_^ hehehehe
Sango: Yes, please review. And I am so happy that Sayah-chan finally decided to write her part of The chapter. **bends down and whispers** Her part is waaay better than mine. **sighs** AND WHO SAID THAT I LIKED THE MAKE OUT PART IN HIS OFFICE?! AND HOW HIS CHEST WAS PRESSED AGAINST MINE. AND HOW HIS HOT AND WET ((starts to sing that song)) TONGUE WAS ALL OVER ME!! AND...
**Wipes tears away** whew buddy, that was funny, thanx to Rin-chan for doing that part! Okay, Sayah-Chan and I are sorry that we didn't up date sooner, itz just hard, because we don't live By each other, we have to do this over e-mail and AIM. **Sigh** And because SOMEONE Didn't start their part for about a month!!! **looks around the room**
Okay well, thanx for the reviews. KEEP EM COMING!
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*~THAT guy~*
..... A sudden boom shook the building and the light in the elevator went off as a buzzing noise filled their ears.
"Shit!"
Sango clenched her fists by her sides and cursed her luck. "Great..." she murmured under her breath.
The guy smirked, "I know, it is great. I am stuck in a dark elevator with a sexy woman." He said as he came closer to Sango
Stepping back wards, Sango shot him a glare that would scare any youkai away. "Touch me and die." She hissed.
He stepped back and chuckled, "Feisty little kitten, aren't you?" he asked as he leaned against the wall.
"Just don't touch this kitten and she won't claw your eyes out and shove them up your ass." Sango stated in a calm voice.
He chuckled once again, "Okay, well it looks like we are going to be stuck in this together." He stated.
"No shit." Sango said flatly. ((A/N: -_-))
"Well, maybe we should start over. Hi, I am Miroku Houshi, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand to meet hers.
Sango looked at him for a moment, even in the darkness, she could see his Violet eyes glistening with friendliness.
"I'm Sango Taijiya." She said taking his hand and lightly shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Sango Taijiya." Miroku said as he brought her hand up to his mouth and planted a small kiss on it.
Sango felt her face redden at the touch of his soft, warm, lips.
She pulled her hand away and turned around to face the other side of the elevator. This had to be Sango's favorite spot in the apartment building.
The elevator was nice and cozy. It was always playing nice music and had a breath taking view of the city through its glass window.
Sango put her hand up to the glass of the window and let out a sigh.
"Nice view, huh?" asked Miroku as he walked over by her side and looked out to the city.
"Yeah." Sango replied in a whisper.
Miroku sat down on the ground and looked at his watch. "I wonder how long we will be stuck in here"
Sango sighed and sat down too, "I don't know. Probably all night, knowing the owner of this building."
"You know, I once caught the manager having sex behind the front desk?" Sango made a face at the memory of seeing a fat, old prune, fuck a skinny bulimic slut.
Miroku snickered softly as he caught a glimpse of Sango's face. "Poor you, must be scared for life."
"So, what do you do? You look too good to say that you work at Mc Donald's" Miroku asked looking her in the eye.
Sango felt his eyes upon her and looked down, "Well I'm a model"
"Ah hah! I knew I've seen you somewhere before! But don't you think heaven misses it's most beautiful angel?" he asked, slowly slipping his hand on her thigh. ((A/N: Houshi- sama is so Korny! -_-;;))
Sango felt anger boil in her veins, "And doesn't the pound miss it's number one shit head?!" she snapped. ((A/N: HAHAHA!))
"Sorry, I just got caught up in your beauty." He said holding his hands in the air. "It won't happen again."
Sango frowned and rolled her eyes.
((Hour Later))
After about an Hour, Sango and Miroku had gotten to know each other a little better. ((A/N: NOT like that you hentais! I'm not like that! **Looks away** shut up Sayah-chan!))
Sango felt a chill run up her spine, the elevator was getting cold and she was only wearing a short Lakers jersey.
Another chill went down her spine. When all of a sudden, Sango felt something warm up her arms.
She turned around to find Miroku's jacket ((A/N: Yes, he was wearing a jacket)) over her shoulders.
She turned and looked at Miroku, he was now in his dark blue shirt, unbuttoned all the way.
'Wow, he looks good in the dark' Sango thought in her head as she had sudden urges to run hands over his chiseled chest.
Sango found herself look intently at him and looked away,
'stupid, now he's going to hit on you' she scolded herself.
"You're cold aren't you? You can use my jacket and if you want you can come sit over here. Don't worry, I won't touch you." He said with sincerity in his voice.
Sango was pretty cold; so she decided to take him up on his offer and us him for warmth. She walked over to him and sat right next to him, trying not to sit too close to the man.
The elevator had been playing music the whole time they were in there, it helped it not feel so uncanny.
While looking out at the city, Sango's heart jumped when she heard the next song play.
It was "Rock the Boat" by Aaliyah.
This had always been one of Sango's favorite songs and it always made her sad that she didn't have a lover.
Miroku felt Sango tense at the song; he rubbed her shoulders, "Is something wrong?" he asked with concern in his deep eyes.
Sango looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust, "This song..."
Miroku looked back down at her, "Yeah, it's a great love making song."
Sango felt her face start to burn; she closed her eyes for a second, and quickly opened them again when she felt someone's lips touching her own.
She looked and saw Miroku; he slowly kissed her, rubbing her shoulders gently.
A blush began to creep its way to Sango's face, but after a few seconds she relaxed.
Gradually, Sango slipped her hands in Miroku's opened shirt, and slowly started rubbing it; tracing his six pack with her nails.
Miroku broke away from the kiss and tilted Sango's head back a little and began planting little butterfly kissed on her neck and collarbone.
Sango tugged at Miroku's hair, making it fall out of its ponytail and over his shoulders.
Sango let out a delighted moan slip from her lips as Miroku rubbed her sides.
Anyone that found her secret spot ((My sides, DAMN IT, I just told...-_-)) could have Sango as putty in their hands.
Sango dug her nails into Miroku's neck, receiving a moan from him.
She smirked and found his lips once more. Slowly she opened her mouth, allowing Miroku's hot n' wet ((I love 112, sry)) tongue enter her heated mouth.
All of a sudden the lights came back on and the elevator started moving.
This woke Sango up from her little trace and she pushed Miroku off of her.
'What the hell had she just done?' she thought to herself.
Sango felt herself go red in the face, she got up and as soon as the door to the first floor opened she darted out, forgetting that she had Miroku's jacket on.
Miroku stood there for a moment, confused.
"Weird girl. But a good kisser." He said out loud to himself as he licked his lips.
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As Sango drove through the city, a flash of Miroku's chest filled her mind.
"No, Sango! You don't even know him." She disciplined herself.
A smile curled on Sango's lips, he was a pretty good kisser.
She smiled the rest of the way home.
Sango walked in the door to her two-storied apartment. ((Yes I have a two-storied apartment; the building is 20 stories high. I'm a model, what you expect? A trailer?))
She took off her jacket... wait this wasn't HER jacket!
"Damn it Sango," she said as she looked in his jacket to see if there was anything with his number on it.
She pulled out a stack of cards, they had his name on it, and phone number,
cell, pager, e-mail, web site, address, and that he was available.
Sango rolled her eyes, "What, does he hand these out for a living?" she chuckled softly as she stuck them back in his pocket.
She couldn't help, but to notice that he smelled good.
A meow came from under her and she looked down to find her little kitten Kirara.
She smiled at Kirara and bent down to pick her up.
Kirara had been a gift from Inuyasha for her 16th birthday. Sango and Kirara got along right after Sango had picked her up.
A wave of sleepiness came over Sango and she looked at the clock, it read 2:15 am.
No wonder, she had been up since 5:30 am this morning taking photos.
She yawned and dropped Miroku's coat on her chair, "I'll return it to him tomorrow" She said as she unzipped the pants Kagome had lent her.
"What a nice girl, I hope she keeps Inuyasha happy," she said as she folded the pants and set them on the table.
Now only in a short jersey, Sango made her way to her room with the small cat in her hands.
Another yawn came from Sango's mouth and she lay there petting Kirara.
"Miroku..." were the last words that came from her lips before she fell asleep.
Kirara tilted her head as she heard Sango say a name, with a flip of her tail; she curled up into a ball and fell asleep on Sango's chest.
The purring from Kirara on Sango's chest helped Sango have sweet dreams. ((^_~))
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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Sango's apartment. Golden rays hit Sango in the face, rousing her from her dreamless sleep. Yawning she rolled to her side, tucking her feather down comforter more firmly around herself.
She was so warm and she felt more at ease then she had in a long time. Cracking a sleepy eyelid she glanced at the digital clock that was perched next to her bed in her nightstand.
The green digital numbers shone wickedly at her.
'7:45 AM'
Sango's eyes widened in shock as she sat bolted upright in bed.
"Shit!" she cursed as she flung the warm covers off her body, exposing herself to the cold air.
"I'm going to be late for the shoot." She mumbled as she all but fell out of bed.
She was supposed to there at 8:15 - there was no way she would make it in time. Sango ran to her closet door, flinging it open, before rushing inside.
Sango's closet, as Inuyasha had once commented, was about the size of a small house.
The walls were full of racks upon racks of clothes. Well, except for the far corner which was reserved entirely for her collection of shoes.
Make no mistake, Sango loved her job, but she just wasn't *this* obsessed about clothes.
She only wore a third of the clothes in her closet, the rest were gifts from famous designers and magazines for modeling for them and wearing their clothing.
Sango would have had much more clothes from all the gifts she got but it was a know fact that Sango donated at least half of her clothes to the Salvation Army along with a Whooping money donation every year.
Sango ran to the nearest rack of clothing and pulled out a pair of designer jeans and a T-shirt, hoping they matched.
Sango stripped out of her clothing quickly then wiggled into the jeans she had never worn before. The jeans were a rich blue that clung to her like a second skin. The shirt she wore was a rich burgundy. It clung to her, showing off her bust and her smooth flat stomach.
'Hmm I feel a little scandalous . . .' Sango thought, casting a backward glance into the mirror.
'Oh well, no time to change.' Sango thought as she ran back to the bedroom, grabbing her purse on the table.
"How could I forget to set the alarm?" Sango growled at herself.
'Because you were distracted last night.'
Sango's eyes widened as they fell upon the leather jacket that was draped over her chair.
"Oh."
'Yes, oh.' Her inner self snickered.
Sango sighed and, biting her lip, walked determinedly towards the jacket. She picked it up feeling the soft warm leather, shaking her head she flung the jacket across her shoulder.
"I have to give this back to him . . . but, do I want to?"
Sango rolled her eyes at her own folly as she walked out the doors of her apartment.
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"Great, and that's a wrap! Sango, darling, you were fabulous!" Pierre the gay French Photographer said as he beamed at her. Sango was decked out in a black beaded evening gown. The gown was strapless and showed off the delicate slope of her shoulder as well as some cleavage. (. ) It made Sango look sensuous and yet sophisticated at the same time. Long black silk gloves came up to her elbows and a small black purse dangled from her arm.
All in all Sango looked pretty damn good.
"Thank god!" Sango murmured quietly. Her feet were absolutely aching from the high heels she wore that accompanied the gown.
"Thanks guys!" Sango said with a wave and a smile. It had been a long 6- hour shoot. And these people, the background people who worked on the set as well as on the models, were the ones that deserved the credit for a job well done.
Sango had come in a wreck that morning. But Pauline and Goro, the makeup artists, had quickly remedied that. In a matter of minutes Sango was looking fresh and ready- not to mention gorgeous. ^_~
Cheers and congratulations echoed through the studio as Sango walked confidently towards the dressing room. It was time to blow this joint. (^_^)
A half an hour later Sango walked out of the studio and into the warm noonday sun. She let out a contented sigh. Now she needed to call Inuyasha and Kagome to make plans for later. But first she needed to drop off Miroku's jacket.
"This is going to be fun." Sango sighed, tossing the jacket into the back of her convertible. Sango hopped into the car and cranked up the radio.
"I guess it's now or never . . ."
Sango craned her neck up to look at the 25-story office building, glancing down at the small white business card in her hand she shook her head.
'A business man.' Sango thought lamely.
Somehow she just could not imagine the man she met last night in the elevator, in a business suit- or an office for that matter.
"Go figure." Sango smiled as she flipped her hair off her shoulder, exposing the creamy expanse of her neck. She walked confidently towards the revolving doors at the entrance of the building. People on the sidewalk slowed to let her pass, some even stopped to stare at her as she entered the building.
Sango pulled down her shades (as in sunglasses) and rolled her eyes. She hated getting this kind of attention, but it all came along with being a model. When she was younger she wanted to become a police officer- to help keep crime off the streets. But that had been before she had been "discovered". Now she was "Sango ______" one of the top models in America.
Sango let out a relieved sigh as the cool air met her skin. The main lobby was well air conditioned; puffs of cool air hit the bare skin of her arms. Her shoes clicked on the marble floors. The main floor looked like a typical office building. The floor was a gray swirled marble. People dressed in business suits rushed around. Some carried coffee or a newspaper with their briefcases- they all looked like they had places to go and things to do.
The walls were a light gray, decorated with the very typical uninteresting art that usually adorned the walls of buildings like this. At the center of the vast lobby was a round information desk. Shrugging her shoulders, Sango walked straight up to it.
Behind the desk sat a pretty young woman. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her hazel eyes were fixated on the computer screen in front of her as her fingers skimmed quickly over the keys on the keyboard. The young woman was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Sango, who was leaning up against the information desk- an amused smile on her face.
"Um, excuse me?"
The young woman's headshot up startled. Her lips formed a surprised "O"
"Oh dear I'm sorry miss- did you need help with something?"
Sango smiled "yes actually, I'm looking for a Miroku Houshi."
The girls eyes widened a bit then she nodded her head quickly in understanding.
"Of course Miss, Mr. Houshi is upstairs on the 22nd floor. Just ask the receptionist up there and she'll be able to help you."
"Thank you." Sango said with a smile, heading towards the elevators.
The young woman turned back to her work with a sigh.
"There goes another one."
Sango stood in the elevator, Miroku's leather jacket draped casually over her arm. There were other people in the elevator too- as a matter of fact the elevator was packed with people wearing their business suits, sipping their coffees and reading paperwork as they glanced at their watches.
Sango stood patiently, watching as the people got on and off the elevator. By the time she reached the 22nd floor and the steel elevator doors opened with shrill ding, there were only two people left on the elevator.
She calmly walked through the elevator doors and into the waiting room.
The difference in this one room was amazing. The floor was actually carpeted- cream colors surrounded her, making her feel comfortable and relaxed. Tasteful and expensive art decorated the room. This floor was dissonantly silent, save for the soft clicks of fingers on keys.
Sango walked calmly around the corner, past the rows of empty waiting chairs and straight to the receptionist's desk- which stood outside two closed mahogany doors.
An old woman sat behind the desk. There was just no "nice" way of putting it- the woman was fat. She had three bulbous chins that jiggled when she moved. Two black beady looking eyes hid behind a pair of horn rimmed glasses that perched on her long, slightly upturned, nose. Gray craggily hair was pulled back into a strict bun. Her lips were narrow and turned down at the corners.
Sango walked politely up to the desk where the old woman sat typing slowly, so very slowly, on her keyboard.
"Excuse me ma'm?" Sango said politely, when the woman refused to look her way.
"What do you want." The woman said in a deep throaty voice. Kind of like Agnes- the cafeteria lady from hell.
"I'm here to see Miroku Houshi." Sango said, a bit irritated that the woman still wouldn't turn away from her computer screen.
"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary said, pursing her lips, pausing in her typing to look down her nose at Sango for the first time.
"No. I'm here to drop off-"
"Oh, I see. Your one of those girls. Go right in, it's not like anyone else does actual work here." The woman growled, turning back to the computer screen.
Sango bit her lip, she had always had a pretty good temper, but she wanted nothing more than to choke this lady with her own fat. She justed rolled her eyes, smiled and headed to Miroku's office. What was her problem? And why was she taking out her fat angry aggressions on Sango?
Deciding she really didn't care Sango turned on her heel and headed for the mahogany doors.
Sango's hand paused over the door knob to Miroku's office.
'What am I doing?' she thought, biting her lip. She had left Miroku in the elevator after that steamy make out session, without as much as a goodbye. She didn't want to face him . . . but at the same time she did! She wanted to run her hands over his toned chest, to feel the muscles quivering just beneath the skin. She wanted to feel his hard lean body pressed up against hers, making her shake with need. She wanted. . .
'WHAT AM I THINKING?!" Sango mentally slapped herself. She was NOT that type of woman! But she couldn't forget the way his lips had caressed her own- the way they seemed to devour her, evoking strange emotions in her.
No. There would be none of that today. She was going to give the man back his jacket, say a polite thank you and then leave. She would never see him again. She would show him exactly what type of woman she was.
Mentally steeling herself, Sango smirked as she pushed the door open and slipped inside Miroku's office.
The room was huge. Sango's eyes quickly darted around, taking in her surroundings. The carpet beneath her feet was a dark tan, with an almost greenish brown tint to it. Windows that reached from floor to ceiling lined the far wall. A small tan couch was lined up against the side wall, a coffee table littered with magazines in front of it.
A dart boardhung on the other wall, to the right- the darts' tips were all burrowed into the bull's eye of the board. In the corner by the dartboard was a black mini fridge. The room had various other items in it, but none caught Sango's attention more then the beautiful mahogany desk that sat in front of the windows on the far walls.
Or maybe it was who was sitting at the desk that caught her attention. Miroku sat in a large leather chair behind the desk, writing furiously. He was dressed in a white dress shirt; a tie hanging loosely around his neck, as if had been tugging at it. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Is raven hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Small tendrils of hair had fallen loosed around his face. His head was propped up against his free hand as he wrote- his eyes fixated only on the paper before him.
'Maybe he didn't hear me come in? Should I say something?'
"What is it now Dolores? Did Kana drop off the Hydeki documents?" his deep voice called calmly out to her from his desk- his eyes never leaving his work.
Sango smiled. 'Nope he definitely heard me come in.'
"Not quite." Sango said with a smile- amazed how calm and confident her voice has come out when her insides were shaking with nervous energy.
Miroku's eyes immediately shot up from his work. A sexy smile spread across his handsome face as he rose slowly, almost sensuously, from his chair.
"Ah, Miss Sango- and to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Sango smiled, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat. Oh gods, did he have to say pleasure so . . . pleasurably?! His voice had literally sent tingles up her spine, it was as smooth as silk and as rich as chocolate. Mmm chocolate. (An: sorry about that . . .I'm hungry 0.0)
'Stick to the plan girl!' Sango mentally scolded herself.
"I came by to thank you and to return your jacket" Sango said lightly while holding the jacket up.
Miroku's eyes darkened with some deep dark primal emotion- and it wasn't anger. He walked swiftly, confidently towards her, his muscles rippling under his clean white shirt.
Slowly, Sango started to back up, the look in his eyes ensured her that he had SOMETHING on his mind. She didn't think she could handle him if he was too close.
Her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips nervously.
Miroku stood so close to her that their bodies were almost touching. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and her resolve wavered.
Strong hands were placed gently on her shoulders, as if he could sense the uneasiness in her.
He leaned down slowly, so that his warm lips just brushed the smooth expanse of her neck.
"That was very kind of you, Miss Sango." His heated breath blew against her skin as he talked; making shivers run up in down her spine.
"Very kind indeed." He whispered again as his lips tugged gently at the skin of her neck, kissing her there slowly.
Sango's knees began to shake. She should put a stop to this, she really should. But why? It felt so good and she couldn't remember why. . .
Sango let out a soft moan as Miroku's tongue flicked against the skin of her neck, the jacket in her arms fell slowly to the floor and, along with it, her resolve.
Miroku's hands slowly moved away from her shoulders. One moved slowly down her back pressing her closer to him, so that she could feel the hard planes of him, while the other fisted in her hair, towards the nape of her neck, pulling it back so that he could taste more of her sweet flesh.
Sango gasped and her hands moved to his shoulders, to his chest, and eventually wrapped around his neck.
'what am I doing? You hardly know the jerk and here you are, making out with him, AGAIN!' she yelled in her head.
Her breath was coming quicker now as Miroku's lips moved up her neck to her jaw and slowly to her lips.
When his lips touched hers Sango let out a small moan, and then he claimed her lips with a fierce kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to explore the inside of her mouth. Sango groaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him, showing him her want.
Miroku pulled away, his eyes dark and heated, a smirk played across his lips as he lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her quickly over to his desk, brushing everything on it to the floor in his urgency as he carefully laid her down on it.
"Miss Sango, you are very beautiful. Yes, indeed. And very soft." He whispered heatedly against her flesh before claiming her lips in another heated kiss.
Sango moaned softly at the emotions he was evoking in her. Gods she wanted him. Her hands slid up and down the hard lines of his chest before quickly working at the buttons of his dress shirt. Miroku's talented mouth left her lips to trail back down her neck, eliciting moans from Sango whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
Sango had about half of his shirt unbuttoned when she felt his hot mouth on her chest. She moaned as his warm hands slid under her shirt to cup her breasts, caressing them gently as his mouth claimed her flesh with his heated kisses.
In a matter of moments Miroku had swiftly unclasped her bra, allowing his thumbs to brush against her hard, sensitive nipples. Sango let out a choked moan as his thumbs brushed against her. Heat was quickly pooling in her stomach, burning her up on the inside.
He smirked, hearing her moan, as he continued to caress her soft flesh. His hand slid slowly from her breast down her side to her jean clad thigh, stroking the inside softly.
Sango was quivering now. The man was simply a devil with that hot talented tongue of his. Sango's hands squeezed his hard shoulders, she wanted him- gods she wanted him.
His hand on her thigh moved to the button of her jeans, and with a talented flick of his thumb he undid the button. His hand slipped slowly inside her jeans, his fingertips brushing gently against her hip, when a shrill ring snapped them out of their lust filled daze.
Miroku's head snapped up and his eyes darted to the phone on his desk. He let out a frustrated groan and sighed, pulling away from Sango.
Sango, on the other hand, had snapped out of her stupor.
Miroku lifted himself off of Sango and reached for the phone.
"Hello." He sounded irritated and looked just about fit to kill.
Sango shook her head and quickly got up off the desk. She reached into her shirt and clasped her bra and re did the button on her jeans before backing away quickly from Miroku.
Miroku, seeing her leave, grew even angrier at the person on the other end of the line.
"Yea, Ok, yea I'll look into. No. I said- Hey, wait, Miss Sango I-"
Sango shook her head.
"I-I have to get going. Um, thanks again." She said quickly, before hurrying out the door, closing it behind her.
"Damn!" could be heard from the other side.
Sango swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh god, she had gone and done it again. She had let him . . . on his desk . . . Oh god.
"I can't believe I just did that." Sango whispered, her cheeks flushed, as she all but ran past the secretary's desk and to the elevator.
"I did it AGAIN." Sango thought angrily.
"Dammit Taijiya!" she cursed at herself as she ran into the elevator.
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Sayah: *cough* I realize that it took me a reaaaaaally long time to update this chapter. But hoped you all enjoyed it. I know Sango did. ^_~ don't even try to deny it Sango-Chan. Any-who I want to say that it *is* my fault it took us so long to update. Sango has been Berating me for a month now to update my part of the chapter . . . But I keep forgetting O.o I'm just special I guess. ^_^ please review us and tell us how we did ^_^ Reviews are reaaaaaal good ^_^ hehehehe
Sango: Yes, please review. And I am so happy that Sayah-chan finally decided to write her part of The chapter. **bends down and whispers** Her part is waaay better than mine. **sighs** AND WHO SAID THAT I LIKED THE MAKE OUT PART IN HIS OFFICE?! AND HOW HIS CHEST WAS PRESSED AGAINST MINE. AND HOW HIS HOT AND WET ((starts to sing that song)) TONGUE WAS ALL OVER ME!! AND...