Chapter 4 –For the Love of Lust-
"She's asleep." Miroku told Hatchimon when the stopped. Parked in front of a rather large house. Miroku's house. A mansion of sorts. Although it wasn't that big.
"Should I wake her up?" Miroku wondered aloud, before looking down at his sleeping bundle. Her hair had begun to dry a little, her cheeks stained with tears that Miroku hadn't noticed until now. She was cradled into his chest. Sound asleep. One of her hands curled around his shoulder. Making the monk smile. "I think she likes me." He whispered.
Hatchi rolled his eyes. "You thought Santana liked you when she threw you out of the house. Remember?" he added with a snicker. Miroku smiled as well, before he put his arms around Sango, gently flipping her over his body so that he could lift her out of the car. "She still came with us didn't she?" He countered. But Hatchi only shook his head.
"She only did it to keep her family together." He added quietly. Miroku sighed. Kissing the top of Sango' s head as he opened the door of the truck. "Maybe your right." He said sadly. Before he looked down at Sango.
I'll change that
~`~
Sango's eyes cracked open as she suddenly came into consciousness. The first thing she noticed was that she as being carried. Pressed flush up against someone's chest.
She blinked a few times, rolling her head backwards her eyes widened as she realized who was carrying her. It was HIM.
"Put me down." She said flatly as the houshi stopped, fiddling with a key, before sliding it into the lock opening the door.
"No." He responded. Tone just as flat as she. And she felt him press her a little tighter to his chest. Her eyes widened, as she squirmed. She didn't like the feeling of him against her, when she wasn't okay with it to start from.
She opened her mouth to protest, but the houshi bumped his side into the door, opening it as he felt his arm return to the crook behind her knees, holding her more supportively.
"In here Hatchi." He said; Sango looked over his shoulder, only able to see a raccoon carrying her brother into the room. "Hatchi?" She chocked. Making both Miroku and Hatchi snicker as the raccoon placed the small boy on a bed in the room.
"Aw yes. I guess I never told you. Hatchi's a transformer." As if on cue, Hatchi's form shifted to a maid with a feather duster, zipping by them, taking the time to fluff each of them with the duster before moving on down the hall.
"A rather strange one I see..."Sango muttered, sleepily leaning her head against the young monks chest.
"Can you at least let me go to bed?" She asked; looking to the bed Kohaku was in. Miroku shook his head no. "Your sleeping in my suite." He told her, walking further down the hall until they came to some double doors at the end. Sango's eyes widened. "With you?" she choked out.
Miroku chuckled at her reaction. "Really...It's not a bad thing. But no. Not in my bed." He told her, Sango relaxed considerably. "There's a little room of to the side with a bed." He filled her in. "Your welcome to use the bathroom or anything else in my room though." He told her, kissing her head as he let her slide to her feet as he opened the door.
Sango's jaw dropped a little when she seen the bed immediately in front of them. Cotton and silk. She wanted to drop and cuddle into it right away. To the side were two doors. One partly open, revealing a white, sparkling clean bathroom. And the other one she figured was the bedroom she would be using.
On the other side was a T.V. (rather large Sango noticed) a chair, and a heap of scrolls, music sheets, tapes, C.D's and clothing. She could tell right away he was not exactly organized. "Your rooms there. If you want to use the washroom feel free." He told her. Sango shook her head.
"I'm tired." She said, before walking towards the door. "I'll shower in the morning." She muttered, the minute her head hit the pillow of the smaller bed she was using, she was out like a light.
~`~
Miroku himself had decided to take a shower. Turning on the hot water, he allowed his clothes to fall to the ground as he studied himself in the vanity mirror above the sink. Before he finally sighed, leaning his forehead against the reflective glass as he groaned. "What in gods name am I supposed to do?" He whispered, before looking back up.
The water had been so warm against the skin. Relaxing his muscles as he leaned against the back of the shower. Sinking down he pulled the lever; putting in a plug he allowed the bathtub to fill up, until he was sitting in his waste of the perfectly warm water. He soaked there for what seemed to be hours. Pondering, thinking. Planning.
When he finally pulled himself out, his fingers were shriveled. His hair, which he had let down earlier, was hanging down to his shoulders, as he brushed it back. Pulling on white shorts over his boxers. He left it at that, throwing a towel over his shoulders. Planning on drying off later.
Water was still dripping from his well-muscled chest when he opened the door quietly. Shivering as the un-humidified air brushed against his skin. He grinned to himself for no apparent reason. Before turning, entering the room Sango was sleeping in.
He gazed at her, a smile playing across his lips. She was so beautiful. Her hair was sprawled over the pillow. She hadn't even bothered getting under the blankets. Her shoes were still on, along with her ratty jacket.
Sighing, Miroku eased himself onto the bed beside her, carefully removing her shoes and placing them on the ground at the foot of the bed. He scowled a little. The soles were held on with glue.
He couldn't help himself, running his hand up her leg she moaned a little in her sleep. Goose pimples appearing on her flesh. Miroku resisted the urge to kiss her, to take her right there in her sleep before she could react.
Sighing, he lifted her into his arms, she moaned again. And he feared she would wake up. But she didn't. She must have been really tired.
Lifting the jacket from her body, he threw it into a corner as well, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the moment. Before pulling the blankets back, he laid her back down; gently he pulled the covers back over. She moaned again, before turning over in her sleep. Cuddling down deeper into the bed's warmth.
Miroku stood up rather abruptly. Leaving the room while he still had his control. It was the only thing he could do to stop himself from getting into bed with her.
~`~
Sango's eyes opened. As she found herself staring up at a strange ceiling. Lying in a strange bed. Had it all been a dream? That terrible night. With...the perhaps not so terrible young man?
She rolled over under the warm blankets. And knew herself that it had been no dream. She was actually in 'Miroku's' house. In his suite. She remembered non-to-gently.
Standing up, she checked the clock. 9 in the morning. She had a late shift tonight. It started at 2 in the afternoon. Which gave her some time actually. Perhaps she could speak to Miroku about what they should do now that they had gotten this far. Perhaps he would be kind enough to board them until she could get enough money to find a decent place to stay. Perhaps.
Exciting the room. She found herself staring at him. He was sprawled out in the large bed. Sango noticed that he only had shorts on. Making him rather appealing to her really. His chest muscles were something to be desired. She caught herself thinking such things. And blushed furiously.
His hair, she noticed, had been let down. She frowned slightly. Obviously he wasn't planning on getting up for a while. As he rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in his sleep. Something that sounded suspiciously like 'More women please.'
She rolled her eyes. "Pervert."
Looking to the bathroom, she decided to answer nature's call. But after she was finished. She looked longingly at the shower. Peeking out on the sleeping Miroku. She shrugged. Might as well clean up a little.
It wasn't long before she as relaxing quite substantially, leaning back into the warm water of the bathtub. Lifting up her legs, she draped them over the side of the bathtub as she sought out some Shampoo. Finding it, she quickly worked her hair into a lather, ducking down, as she stayed underwater as long as her lungs would allow. She finally came up, smiling to herself as she worked conditioner into her hair next.
She spent the next half hour soaking in the tub. Until she realized that she should have been out quite some time ago. Standing up, she pulled the plug, letting the water drip from her as she stood in the emptying bathtub for a moment or two.
Snatching a dark blue towel from the rack, she wrapped it around herself, looking at her clothes she pondered for only a moment, before she tucked them under her arm. Carefully, she opened the door, peeking out.
Miroku was up. In a bucket chair he sat, reading a book with a rather bored look on his face. He looked up, smiling at Sango, who realized quite quickly that she was only wearing a towel. He must have loved it.
In fact, he was, he lapped up her appearance, her long ivory legs running up to the base of the towel which rode her thighs quite high up. The curve of her hips still visible under the towel as Miroku set his book down, standing up. The gentle slope of her breast, which disappeared under the towel, and her long satin hair, which fell down her back and shoulders. Her face was turning redder by the moment as he studied her appearance.
"Sango." The young houshi whispered, before she knew it, he was right next to her, reaching behind her he leaned against the wall, she was caught between him and the wall.
She looked up at him with wide eyes as she followed where his gaze was tracing, from her chest to her face, she noticed how those violet orbs lingered on her lips and nose, before coming up to meet her eyes.
"Good morning Sango." Miroku finally stated, his voice was a little husky as he reached a hand up, stroking some of her wet hair.
Sango instantly wished that she had dressed before she had come out. For some reason, she felt threatened. (I wonder why....hm?)
He removed any distance between them, as she felt his body softly pressed against hers. His warmth instantly leaking through, making her force a moan down her throat. She was suddenly reminded of their encounter at the restaurant. She once again was battling between the urge to hit him, and to melt into his grasp.
His grasp defenatly turned into one as his hands dropped to her hips, making her gasp out as she felt his lips on her bare shoulder. She instantly pulled away form him. "Miroku—"she hissed as he turned to face her again, his eyes longing for her as his fingers grasped around her wrist which he still held, pulling her back into him.
"Yes Sango?" He answered.
"Please Miroku..." She begged. Screaming inside IDon't! /I
"I aim to Sango." He whispered into her ear, before she felt his lips on her lobe, gently prodding it with his tongue. She gasped out again, trying to scoot away from him, but his grip only tightened. Her mouth moved, as she tried to speak. Only a squeak coming out as he moved his kisses from her ear, to her neck.
Feelings that she hadn't felt before plummeted through her body. How she longed to surrender to him. To let him continue to make her feel so good.
She felt his hands drop from her hips to the part of her thighs that were not covered by the towel. He ran his hands up and down them, Sango couldn't take it any longer, a small moan emitted from her vocals as she felt his fingers rubbing the inside of her legs.
Miroku smiled only a little as he bobbed his head up for a moment, brushing his lips by her ear again as he whispered. "Does that feel good?" He asked, a simple question. Sango could only blush seriously in answer, a small squeak coming from her; she could form no coherent thought.
She felt his lips again, traveling from her neck, down to her chest, as he began to nuzzle into the soft material of the bath towel. Her breath caught as she felt his lips on the top of her breast. The towel slipping down a little with Miroku's guidance.
He ran his tongue over the top of her curves, while one hand remained by her lower areas, the other carefully moved up, to cup her breast. Softly kneading through the towel with his hand. She shivered, and he could feel the little peak of her chest strain against the cloth. He grinned, before carefully lowering his lips to kiss it, nibbling through the towel. Sango gasped, what did he think he was doing? She lifted her hand, trying to hit him away, but he simply turned his body to her side, so she only hit his back. Not much damage was done, at least, not enough to stop him.
Her entire body was beginning to quiver because of his touch, his fingers ran further up her leg, carefully finding the sensitive spot on her body he whispered something into her ear, which she couldn't understand, or even make out.
She jerked though when she felt his fingers brush the junction between her legs. The movement had been so gentle, so hesitant. She wanted so badly to give herself to him. She closed her eyes for a moment, as he withdrew, only to continue his motions on her upper leg.
Sango finally seemed to form one thought. The only two words that she could think of, she forced them out of her body.
"Leave me!" She chocked out. Pushing him away, she fought every instinct in her body, falling backwards a little as he released her quickly, she clung to the towel which was opening, begging it to stay properly on so that he wouldn't catch the glimpses that she knew he wanted so badly. With that prayer, it did.
Miroku backed away, somewhat stunned at what he had done. And what seemed to be a flush appeared on his features. "Sango.... I'm. ...Sorry." he finally rasped out, running his fingers nervously through his still loose hair. "Erm...."
Sango realized how awkward he must have felt, the same feeling washing over her as she straightened to her feet. Quickly darting closer to her door. Miroku fought the instincts to chase her in.
"I'll...leave you to dress.... I'll.... see about breakfast." The houshi finally stuttered, Sango nodded, gulping slightly as he quickly darted from the room.
She rolled around the doorframe; closing the door she firmly locked it, before turning and resting her bare back against it. She slowly sank to the ground.
IWhat in the hell was that? /I
"She's asleep." Miroku told Hatchimon when the stopped. Parked in front of a rather large house. Miroku's house. A mansion of sorts. Although it wasn't that big.
"Should I wake her up?" Miroku wondered aloud, before looking down at his sleeping bundle. Her hair had begun to dry a little, her cheeks stained with tears that Miroku hadn't noticed until now. She was cradled into his chest. Sound asleep. One of her hands curled around his shoulder. Making the monk smile. "I think she likes me." He whispered.
Hatchi rolled his eyes. "You thought Santana liked you when she threw you out of the house. Remember?" he added with a snicker. Miroku smiled as well, before he put his arms around Sango, gently flipping her over his body so that he could lift her out of the car. "She still came with us didn't she?" He countered. But Hatchi only shook his head.
"She only did it to keep her family together." He added quietly. Miroku sighed. Kissing the top of Sango' s head as he opened the door of the truck. "Maybe your right." He said sadly. Before he looked down at Sango.
I'll change that
~`~
Sango's eyes cracked open as she suddenly came into consciousness. The first thing she noticed was that she as being carried. Pressed flush up against someone's chest.
She blinked a few times, rolling her head backwards her eyes widened as she realized who was carrying her. It was HIM.
"Put me down." She said flatly as the houshi stopped, fiddling with a key, before sliding it into the lock opening the door.
"No." He responded. Tone just as flat as she. And she felt him press her a little tighter to his chest. Her eyes widened, as she squirmed. She didn't like the feeling of him against her, when she wasn't okay with it to start from.
She opened her mouth to protest, but the houshi bumped his side into the door, opening it as he felt his arm return to the crook behind her knees, holding her more supportively.
"In here Hatchi." He said; Sango looked over his shoulder, only able to see a raccoon carrying her brother into the room. "Hatchi?" She chocked. Making both Miroku and Hatchi snicker as the raccoon placed the small boy on a bed in the room.
"Aw yes. I guess I never told you. Hatchi's a transformer." As if on cue, Hatchi's form shifted to a maid with a feather duster, zipping by them, taking the time to fluff each of them with the duster before moving on down the hall.
"A rather strange one I see..."Sango muttered, sleepily leaning her head against the young monks chest.
"Can you at least let me go to bed?" She asked; looking to the bed Kohaku was in. Miroku shook his head no. "Your sleeping in my suite." He told her, walking further down the hall until they came to some double doors at the end. Sango's eyes widened. "With you?" she choked out.
Miroku chuckled at her reaction. "Really...It's not a bad thing. But no. Not in my bed." He told her, Sango relaxed considerably. "There's a little room of to the side with a bed." He filled her in. "Your welcome to use the bathroom or anything else in my room though." He told her, kissing her head as he let her slide to her feet as he opened the door.
Sango's jaw dropped a little when she seen the bed immediately in front of them. Cotton and silk. She wanted to drop and cuddle into it right away. To the side were two doors. One partly open, revealing a white, sparkling clean bathroom. And the other one she figured was the bedroom she would be using.
On the other side was a T.V. (rather large Sango noticed) a chair, and a heap of scrolls, music sheets, tapes, C.D's and clothing. She could tell right away he was not exactly organized. "Your rooms there. If you want to use the washroom feel free." He told her. Sango shook her head.
"I'm tired." She said, before walking towards the door. "I'll shower in the morning." She muttered, the minute her head hit the pillow of the smaller bed she was using, she was out like a light.
~`~
Miroku himself had decided to take a shower. Turning on the hot water, he allowed his clothes to fall to the ground as he studied himself in the vanity mirror above the sink. Before he finally sighed, leaning his forehead against the reflective glass as he groaned. "What in gods name am I supposed to do?" He whispered, before looking back up.
The water had been so warm against the skin. Relaxing his muscles as he leaned against the back of the shower. Sinking down he pulled the lever; putting in a plug he allowed the bathtub to fill up, until he was sitting in his waste of the perfectly warm water. He soaked there for what seemed to be hours. Pondering, thinking. Planning.
When he finally pulled himself out, his fingers were shriveled. His hair, which he had let down earlier, was hanging down to his shoulders, as he brushed it back. Pulling on white shorts over his boxers. He left it at that, throwing a towel over his shoulders. Planning on drying off later.
Water was still dripping from his well-muscled chest when he opened the door quietly. Shivering as the un-humidified air brushed against his skin. He grinned to himself for no apparent reason. Before turning, entering the room Sango was sleeping in.
He gazed at her, a smile playing across his lips. She was so beautiful. Her hair was sprawled over the pillow. She hadn't even bothered getting under the blankets. Her shoes were still on, along with her ratty jacket.
Sighing, Miroku eased himself onto the bed beside her, carefully removing her shoes and placing them on the ground at the foot of the bed. He scowled a little. The soles were held on with glue.
He couldn't help himself, running his hand up her leg she moaned a little in her sleep. Goose pimples appearing on her flesh. Miroku resisted the urge to kiss her, to take her right there in her sleep before she could react.
Sighing, he lifted her into his arms, she moaned again. And he feared she would wake up. But she didn't. She must have been really tired.
Lifting the jacket from her body, he threw it into a corner as well, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the moment. Before pulling the blankets back, he laid her back down; gently he pulled the covers back over. She moaned again, before turning over in her sleep. Cuddling down deeper into the bed's warmth.
Miroku stood up rather abruptly. Leaving the room while he still had his control. It was the only thing he could do to stop himself from getting into bed with her.
~`~
Sango's eyes opened. As she found herself staring up at a strange ceiling. Lying in a strange bed. Had it all been a dream? That terrible night. With...the perhaps not so terrible young man?
She rolled over under the warm blankets. And knew herself that it had been no dream. She was actually in 'Miroku's' house. In his suite. She remembered non-to-gently.
Standing up, she checked the clock. 9 in the morning. She had a late shift tonight. It started at 2 in the afternoon. Which gave her some time actually. Perhaps she could speak to Miroku about what they should do now that they had gotten this far. Perhaps he would be kind enough to board them until she could get enough money to find a decent place to stay. Perhaps.
Exciting the room. She found herself staring at him. He was sprawled out in the large bed. Sango noticed that he only had shorts on. Making him rather appealing to her really. His chest muscles were something to be desired. She caught herself thinking such things. And blushed furiously.
His hair, she noticed, had been let down. She frowned slightly. Obviously he wasn't planning on getting up for a while. As he rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in his sleep. Something that sounded suspiciously like 'More women please.'
She rolled her eyes. "Pervert."
Looking to the bathroom, she decided to answer nature's call. But after she was finished. She looked longingly at the shower. Peeking out on the sleeping Miroku. She shrugged. Might as well clean up a little.
It wasn't long before she as relaxing quite substantially, leaning back into the warm water of the bathtub. Lifting up her legs, she draped them over the side of the bathtub as she sought out some Shampoo. Finding it, she quickly worked her hair into a lather, ducking down, as she stayed underwater as long as her lungs would allow. She finally came up, smiling to herself as she worked conditioner into her hair next.
She spent the next half hour soaking in the tub. Until she realized that she should have been out quite some time ago. Standing up, she pulled the plug, letting the water drip from her as she stood in the emptying bathtub for a moment or two.
Snatching a dark blue towel from the rack, she wrapped it around herself, looking at her clothes she pondered for only a moment, before she tucked them under her arm. Carefully, she opened the door, peeking out.
Miroku was up. In a bucket chair he sat, reading a book with a rather bored look on his face. He looked up, smiling at Sango, who realized quite quickly that she was only wearing a towel. He must have loved it.
In fact, he was, he lapped up her appearance, her long ivory legs running up to the base of the towel which rode her thighs quite high up. The curve of her hips still visible under the towel as Miroku set his book down, standing up. The gentle slope of her breast, which disappeared under the towel, and her long satin hair, which fell down her back and shoulders. Her face was turning redder by the moment as he studied her appearance.
"Sango." The young houshi whispered, before she knew it, he was right next to her, reaching behind her he leaned against the wall, she was caught between him and the wall.
She looked up at him with wide eyes as she followed where his gaze was tracing, from her chest to her face, she noticed how those violet orbs lingered on her lips and nose, before coming up to meet her eyes.
"Good morning Sango." Miroku finally stated, his voice was a little husky as he reached a hand up, stroking some of her wet hair.
Sango instantly wished that she had dressed before she had come out. For some reason, she felt threatened. (I wonder why....hm?)
He removed any distance between them, as she felt his body softly pressed against hers. His warmth instantly leaking through, making her force a moan down her throat. She was suddenly reminded of their encounter at the restaurant. She once again was battling between the urge to hit him, and to melt into his grasp.
His grasp defenatly turned into one as his hands dropped to her hips, making her gasp out as she felt his lips on her bare shoulder. She instantly pulled away form him. "Miroku—"she hissed as he turned to face her again, his eyes longing for her as his fingers grasped around her wrist which he still held, pulling her back into him.
"Yes Sango?" He answered.
"Please Miroku..." She begged. Screaming inside IDon't! /I
"I aim to Sango." He whispered into her ear, before she felt his lips on her lobe, gently prodding it with his tongue. She gasped out again, trying to scoot away from him, but his grip only tightened. Her mouth moved, as she tried to speak. Only a squeak coming out as he moved his kisses from her ear, to her neck.
Feelings that she hadn't felt before plummeted through her body. How she longed to surrender to him. To let him continue to make her feel so good.
She felt his hands drop from her hips to the part of her thighs that were not covered by the towel. He ran his hands up and down them, Sango couldn't take it any longer, a small moan emitted from her vocals as she felt his fingers rubbing the inside of her legs.
Miroku smiled only a little as he bobbed his head up for a moment, brushing his lips by her ear again as he whispered. "Does that feel good?" He asked, a simple question. Sango could only blush seriously in answer, a small squeak coming from her; she could form no coherent thought.
She felt his lips again, traveling from her neck, down to her chest, as he began to nuzzle into the soft material of the bath towel. Her breath caught as she felt his lips on the top of her breast. The towel slipping down a little with Miroku's guidance.
He ran his tongue over the top of her curves, while one hand remained by her lower areas, the other carefully moved up, to cup her breast. Softly kneading through the towel with his hand. She shivered, and he could feel the little peak of her chest strain against the cloth. He grinned, before carefully lowering his lips to kiss it, nibbling through the towel. Sango gasped, what did he think he was doing? She lifted her hand, trying to hit him away, but he simply turned his body to her side, so she only hit his back. Not much damage was done, at least, not enough to stop him.
Her entire body was beginning to quiver because of his touch, his fingers ran further up her leg, carefully finding the sensitive spot on her body he whispered something into her ear, which she couldn't understand, or even make out.
She jerked though when she felt his fingers brush the junction between her legs. The movement had been so gentle, so hesitant. She wanted so badly to give herself to him. She closed her eyes for a moment, as he withdrew, only to continue his motions on her upper leg.
Sango finally seemed to form one thought. The only two words that she could think of, she forced them out of her body.
"Leave me!" She chocked out. Pushing him away, she fought every instinct in her body, falling backwards a little as he released her quickly, she clung to the towel which was opening, begging it to stay properly on so that he wouldn't catch the glimpses that she knew he wanted so badly. With that prayer, it did.
Miroku backed away, somewhat stunned at what he had done. And what seemed to be a flush appeared on his features. "Sango.... I'm. ...Sorry." he finally rasped out, running his fingers nervously through his still loose hair. "Erm...."
Sango realized how awkward he must have felt, the same feeling washing over her as she straightened to her feet. Quickly darting closer to her door. Miroku fought the instincts to chase her in.
"I'll...leave you to dress.... I'll.... see about breakfast." The houshi finally stuttered, Sango nodded, gulping slightly as he quickly darted from the room.
She rolled around the doorframe; closing the door she firmly locked it, before turning and resting her bare back against it. She slowly sank to the ground.
IWhat in the hell was that? /I