Chapter 6 –Recon Mission: Rescue Strawberry-
When Miroku peered around the corner of the kitchen door he smiled. Emma was standing at the sink, finishing up the rest of the pots and pans, while Sango was putting the cutlery and cups into the dishwasher. He grinned a little as he watched her. When they were both done, Emma offered Sango a drink. Sango declined rather graciously.
'Good old Emma.' Miroku thought with a smile. The woman was a real treasure really. She had treated Miroku like a son the whole time she had been in the house. Her personality was brilliant, Miroku would have tried to take her on more then one occasion, if it hadn't been for the fact that she as older then fifty.
Stepping into the kitchen, he smirked as Sango straightened tensely, quickly becoming interested in a little piece of dirt under her fingernails. Miroku only sighed, stepping past her as he threw his popsicle wrapper away.
"Thank you very much Emma, even though it was your day off..." The houshi said with a grin. The old woman shook her head.
"Had nothing better to do. Figured I could help you out dear." She said with a good-hearted smile. Miroku grinned in return as she tucked him under her arm, bustling from one end to the kitchen to the other as she pulled open a cupboard, showing him it's contents. "Me and Kaede made some cookies, I figured seeing as your having some guest over, you could I share /I them." She said. Miroku grinned, quickly snatching one away as he stuffed it into his mouth. "Fank you." He said though a full mouth.
Emma grinned before collecting her purse. It wasn't long before Miroku and Sango were left alone in the kitchen. Sango obviously wasn't to pleased. But said nothing. Not wanting to be rude to her rather gracious host.
Miroku smiled warmly at her, although she wouldn't meet his gaze. The houshi only sighed before turning to the refrigerator. "You want something to drink Sango?" He asked, digging into its contents. Sango looked up when she was addressed, blinking a few times. "Erm...Yes please." She said quietly. Miroku pulled himself up, holding a carton of apple juice, and a carton of orange juice. "Which flavor?" He asked. Sango smiled, "Apple thank you."
Miroku smiled, putting the orange away as he pulled a glass from the cupboards. Knocking the door of the fridge closed with his foot.
"Here you are." He said cheerfully as he passed Sango the apple juice. She took it. Quite well aware when her fingers brushed his on the glass. He only continued to smile as he turned to poke through the fridge again.
Sango took a small drink. I He sure as hell is happy. /I she thought darkly, but then she realized something. I Perhaps he just wants me to forget about it. /I she concluded, shaking her head to herself. How could she?
Miroku finally pulled up again, holding a carton of strawberries and a can of arousal whip cream. He grinned as he sat on the stool beside Sango. Placing the strawberries in between them. "Want one?" He asked before popping one into his mouth.
Sango smiled weakly, before taking one herself. She watched with a small smirk as he leaned his head back, filling it with the whip cream mousse, before dropping in a strawberry to top it all of. He grinned as he closed his mouth over the dessert. Sango couldn't help but laugh a little.
He shrugged, offering the can to her as well. Sango grinned, taking it she lifted a strawberry in front of her, as she put a little bit of whip cream mousse on top of it as well. Before popping it into her mouth.
Miroku watched her with a smile. "When's your first shift?" He finally asked, after a silence had prolonged a little.
Sango looked to him for a moment, before taking another strawberry from the small carton, as he did the same. "Two o'clock." She answered simply.
"That leaves us some time then." He said. Sango looked at him curiously. "What?"
Miroku looked at her for a moment. She really didn't trust him did she? She had tensed up the moment he had taken a seat beside her, and still hadn't bothered to relax. He wanted to taker her up in his arms, and I make /I her. But he doubted she would appreciate it.
"I was thinking that we could go shopping." He filled in. Sango raised her eyebrows. "Men...shopping?" she asked with a small smirk, as she popped the strawberry into her mouth.
Miroku snickered, "I know it may sound crazy, but yes. You need some new shoes." He told her. She shook her head. "They're fine...you needn't bother." She told him, a little ruffled that he had been thinking over the state of their wardrobe.
"They're glued together." Miroku commented dryly. Sango glared. "It doesn't matter. They work." She hissed.
Miroku shook his head, just as stubborn as her. "I really don't care. I think you should get some new shoes. And new pants, and new shirts. You're a beautiful woman, I would love to see you in clothing that is in good shape." He finished. Sango's cheeks flushed a little. "Oh I bet you would," she muttered under her breath.
Miroku raised his head as he ate another strawberry. "What was that?" He asked, She shook her head. "Nothing." She said quickly, before taking a sip of her juice.
Miroku sighed, she had edged away from her, he noticed. Their talk wasn't having the effect he wanted it to. "Sango..." He sighed, turning away as he squirted a little more whip cream into his mouth.
She looked to him, a little curiously. "I never said I wouldn't go..." She said quietly, bowing her head a little in defeat. "I think Kohaku should come first though." She said, her voice gaining a little strength.
Miroku nodded. "Hatchi was planning a day out for him. Arcade, mall, a bunch of stuff." He grinned. "Your brother will enjoy himself today. I want you to too." He added quietly, looking to her. She sighed.
I How could I ever have a good time with him? /I she wondered with a sigh.
"I guess." She sighed. Before smiling as the whip cream can all of a sudden squirted into his face. A rather big glob on the tip of his nose. He licked it off of his lips as she laughed. Grinning a little himself. "You think that's funny eh?" He asked with a grin. She nodded, making him laugh to.
He smiled; grabbing her hand he squirted the can into her partly open mouth.
The sudden contact made her jolt out of her fun, although she relaxed a little when he carried on. Gulping it down, but he was squirting it faster then she could swallow, she turned her mouth away as she swallowed, getting it on her cheek as well. Miroku grinned. "I guess we match now..." he commented as he used a strawberry to collect a little of the mousse from her cheek, popping it into his mouth.
Sango giggled, something she had probably never done before. Copying his movements with her own strawberry and the cream on his nose, eating that strawberry next. He moved a little closer to her as he took another from the carton. It seemed that there were very few left.
Sango tensed though, once again as he came close enough that their shoulders brushed momentarily, until she jerked away a little.
Miroku frowned. "Why do you do that?" he asked.
She looked at him, "Do...What?" she asked, a little uneasily. He quickly stepped closer to her, his arm knocking into her side a little gently. She pulled away sharply, coming off the stool that she had been sitting. Standing up.
"That."
Sango shifted uneasily, as he once again took away the distance between them. She could smell his cologne. While she wanted once again to nuzzle into his neck and smell it more and more. He reached back, pulling out a strawberry as he chewed off the tip.
"Because..." she whispered. "I...I don't like you.... touching...me..." she finally muttered, blushing furiously as she turned away a little.
Miroku stiffened a little. Looking at her sadly, he softly let his hand touch her shoulder, the muscle clenched under his fingers, and he frowned but continued until they relaxed ever so slightly. "I'm so sorry Sango." He finally whispered, "I was a...complete jerk." He whispered. "I...you..." he muttered, "You were so...beautiful." He whispered, "You still are." He finally whispered.
Sango's eyes widened a little, pulling away from his grasp once again she turned, "Don't speak such stupidity." She finally muttered, turning away yet again.
He frowned, "That your beautiful?" She nodded.
He shook his head, coming up behind her, he grabbed one of the last strawberries, putting his arm around her, and he brought it to her mouth. Ignoring her as she tensed yet again. Although very slowly, she accepted the strawberry he put slowly and carefully into her mouth. Before she tensed again, her stomach jolting as he slid an arm about her waste.
"But you are. Your perfect." He whispered, before rocking to the side, pulling her away from the counter a little, turning her so that she was looking at herself in a full-length mirror beside the door. One she hadn't noticed before.
She studied their appearance. She noticed the slight flush that had crept upon her cheeks. His eyes were strictly on her. Beautiful dark blue orbs. His hair was up now. He must have put it after the suite incident. And yet, he still looked as lovely to her as ever, although she would never admit it.
She was pressed flush up against him, his arm around her stomach his bare arm going under her shirt just a little, brushing against the bare skin of her stomach.
The muscled clenched, not out because of the contact aversion, but because it tickled a little. She arched back a little, pressing herself into him more. Her eyes widening just a little as she felt something hard poke against her leg, until Miroku changed his position a little, shifting his weight to the other side.
He seemed to ignore his quickly acquired hardness though. Taking a strand of her hair that fell over her shoulder, he lifted it to his mouth, gently kissing the tip. Sango closed her eyes for a moment, until she opened them again. Looking at the reflection hesitantly. He was turning her hair over in his mouth for a moment, before allowing it to drop to her back, kissing the side of her head. She gasped out again. Gulping a little.
"Don't you feel beautiful?" He asked her, letting his hand drop to her side again. She stiffened again, as it dragged up the outside of her leg. Telling herself not to react. "Miroku..." she whispered, a small warning as his hand ran over her hip. He hesitated for a moment, only tutting ever so quietly into her ear. His hand trailed across her hip, once again to her lower abdomen to her stomach once again.
The feelings he was triggering!
Beneath her, in the center of her body, she suddenly felt something pulse. Her eyes widening a little. Miroku seemed to have noticed it to. Just a small tremor shaking through her body. He grinned. "It feels good doesn't it?" He whispered. Sango couldn't help but nod. Leaning her head back as she allowed herself to melt into his warmth.
"I worship you," he whispered, before placing a tender kiss on her neck, arching his neck as far as he could, kissing her collarbone.
She tensed yet again as he turned her into him. He gently lowered himself to his knees, as he kissed her bare knee, where the jean had finally worn out and ripped, She tensed again. Hissing as she lifted her leg a little, bending the knee. Miroku grinned, before following it up, kissing it again. She looked down at him, one of his hands reaching up to take hers as he let his other one turn to the innards of one of her legs. Rubbing up and down. She straightened, stiffened, did everything as she jerked upwards. Miroku!" She finally hissed. Baking away a little, although she didn't let go of his hand.
She noticed their reflection yet again. A light sweat had broken out on her forehead. He was kneeling before her, carefully; he pulled her down to his level, kissing her neck before she straightened. He stood up with her.
"Now. Do you feel beautiful?" He asked her again. She looked at herself in the mirror. There was only one answer to how he could make her feel. 'Yes." She whispered.
He grinned, before brushing past her, to sit upon the counter again. She only sighed as she followed, taking her place on the stool in front of him. Inwardly, she thanked him. He hadn't done anything that she herself did not allow. And he had stopped before she would have done anything to stop him. For that, she thanked him.
Both of their gazes fell the one strawberry left. Miroku's mouth cracked into a small smile, as his hand darted for it. But Sango was not slow. Her hand whipped out as she knocked his away grabbing the strawberry. "Ha!" She laughed as she popped it into her mouth.
Miroku grinned, although he tried to keep a straight face. "That was mine," he growled, She grinned "Come and get it!" she taunted, opening her mouth to reveal the strawberry, before closing it. She never really thought that he would take the statement seriously.
He grinned, "Okay then." Before he pounced. Lifting off the counter in a second she felt his weight on her as he lowered himself onto her lap. She tensed, as he thought she would, before his hand snaked out, tickling her already hypersensitive stomach.
He grinned as she shrieked out opening her mouth as she gasped for breath, the tickles winding her more then any hit to the stomach ever would.
Miroku took that as his cue as he leaned over her, in a split second he had lowered his mouth to hers, in one swift movement, his tongue darted into her mouth, sweeping out the strawberry as their lips met. He only held it long enough to rescue the strawberry, before he was off her lap, standing up, chewing the strawberry.
"Got It." He said smugly.
Sango's mouth opened, and then closed as she tried to think of something to say. His warmth was still lingering with her as she raised a hand to her lips. He had...sort of...kissed her. She felt her lips tingling anyways; it had been real. She grinned, to cover up her shock. "Well I guess you did!" she said brightly, before lifting her apple juice, draining the last of it.
Miroku only grinned. He knew damn well how he had affected her. "Come one my little strawberry thief." He said with a grin, and a glance to the clock. "We've only got four hours till you work, and I hear women take a long time to shop!' He grinned as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the counter before she could protest, heading toward the entrance hall.
She only could smile at his touch, as she watched his back as she was dragged after him. Realizing something. She could actually enjoy his company.
When Miroku peered around the corner of the kitchen door he smiled. Emma was standing at the sink, finishing up the rest of the pots and pans, while Sango was putting the cutlery and cups into the dishwasher. He grinned a little as he watched her. When they were both done, Emma offered Sango a drink. Sango declined rather graciously.
'Good old Emma.' Miroku thought with a smile. The woman was a real treasure really. She had treated Miroku like a son the whole time she had been in the house. Her personality was brilliant, Miroku would have tried to take her on more then one occasion, if it hadn't been for the fact that she as older then fifty.
Stepping into the kitchen, he smirked as Sango straightened tensely, quickly becoming interested in a little piece of dirt under her fingernails. Miroku only sighed, stepping past her as he threw his popsicle wrapper away.
"Thank you very much Emma, even though it was your day off..." The houshi said with a grin. The old woman shook her head.
"Had nothing better to do. Figured I could help you out dear." She said with a good-hearted smile. Miroku grinned in return as she tucked him under her arm, bustling from one end to the kitchen to the other as she pulled open a cupboard, showing him it's contents. "Me and Kaede made some cookies, I figured seeing as your having some guest over, you could I share /I them." She said. Miroku grinned, quickly snatching one away as he stuffed it into his mouth. "Fank you." He said though a full mouth.
Emma grinned before collecting her purse. It wasn't long before Miroku and Sango were left alone in the kitchen. Sango obviously wasn't to pleased. But said nothing. Not wanting to be rude to her rather gracious host.
Miroku smiled warmly at her, although she wouldn't meet his gaze. The houshi only sighed before turning to the refrigerator. "You want something to drink Sango?" He asked, digging into its contents. Sango looked up when she was addressed, blinking a few times. "Erm...Yes please." She said quietly. Miroku pulled himself up, holding a carton of apple juice, and a carton of orange juice. "Which flavor?" He asked. Sango smiled, "Apple thank you."
Miroku smiled, putting the orange away as he pulled a glass from the cupboards. Knocking the door of the fridge closed with his foot.
"Here you are." He said cheerfully as he passed Sango the apple juice. She took it. Quite well aware when her fingers brushed his on the glass. He only continued to smile as he turned to poke through the fridge again.
Sango took a small drink. I He sure as hell is happy. /I she thought darkly, but then she realized something. I Perhaps he just wants me to forget about it. /I she concluded, shaking her head to herself. How could she?
Miroku finally pulled up again, holding a carton of strawberries and a can of arousal whip cream. He grinned as he sat on the stool beside Sango. Placing the strawberries in between them. "Want one?" He asked before popping one into his mouth.
Sango smiled weakly, before taking one herself. She watched with a small smirk as he leaned his head back, filling it with the whip cream mousse, before dropping in a strawberry to top it all of. He grinned as he closed his mouth over the dessert. Sango couldn't help but laugh a little.
He shrugged, offering the can to her as well. Sango grinned, taking it she lifted a strawberry in front of her, as she put a little bit of whip cream mousse on top of it as well. Before popping it into her mouth.
Miroku watched her with a smile. "When's your first shift?" He finally asked, after a silence had prolonged a little.
Sango looked to him for a moment, before taking another strawberry from the small carton, as he did the same. "Two o'clock." She answered simply.
"That leaves us some time then." He said. Sango looked at him curiously. "What?"
Miroku looked at her for a moment. She really didn't trust him did she? She had tensed up the moment he had taken a seat beside her, and still hadn't bothered to relax. He wanted to taker her up in his arms, and I make /I her. But he doubted she would appreciate it.
"I was thinking that we could go shopping." He filled in. Sango raised her eyebrows. "Men...shopping?" she asked with a small smirk, as she popped the strawberry into her mouth.
Miroku snickered, "I know it may sound crazy, but yes. You need some new shoes." He told her. She shook her head. "They're fine...you needn't bother." She told him, a little ruffled that he had been thinking over the state of their wardrobe.
"They're glued together." Miroku commented dryly. Sango glared. "It doesn't matter. They work." She hissed.
Miroku shook his head, just as stubborn as her. "I really don't care. I think you should get some new shoes. And new pants, and new shirts. You're a beautiful woman, I would love to see you in clothing that is in good shape." He finished. Sango's cheeks flushed a little. "Oh I bet you would," she muttered under her breath.
Miroku raised his head as he ate another strawberry. "What was that?" He asked, She shook her head. "Nothing." She said quickly, before taking a sip of her juice.
Miroku sighed, she had edged away from her, he noticed. Their talk wasn't having the effect he wanted it to. "Sango..." He sighed, turning away as he squirted a little more whip cream into his mouth.
She looked to him, a little curiously. "I never said I wouldn't go..." She said quietly, bowing her head a little in defeat. "I think Kohaku should come first though." She said, her voice gaining a little strength.
Miroku nodded. "Hatchi was planning a day out for him. Arcade, mall, a bunch of stuff." He grinned. "Your brother will enjoy himself today. I want you to too." He added quietly, looking to her. She sighed.
I How could I ever have a good time with him? /I she wondered with a sigh.
"I guess." She sighed. Before smiling as the whip cream can all of a sudden squirted into his face. A rather big glob on the tip of his nose. He licked it off of his lips as she laughed. Grinning a little himself. "You think that's funny eh?" He asked with a grin. She nodded, making him laugh to.
He smiled; grabbing her hand he squirted the can into her partly open mouth.
The sudden contact made her jolt out of her fun, although she relaxed a little when he carried on. Gulping it down, but he was squirting it faster then she could swallow, she turned her mouth away as she swallowed, getting it on her cheek as well. Miroku grinned. "I guess we match now..." he commented as he used a strawberry to collect a little of the mousse from her cheek, popping it into his mouth.
Sango giggled, something she had probably never done before. Copying his movements with her own strawberry and the cream on his nose, eating that strawberry next. He moved a little closer to her as he took another from the carton. It seemed that there were very few left.
Sango tensed though, once again as he came close enough that their shoulders brushed momentarily, until she jerked away a little.
Miroku frowned. "Why do you do that?" he asked.
She looked at him, "Do...What?" she asked, a little uneasily. He quickly stepped closer to her, his arm knocking into her side a little gently. She pulled away sharply, coming off the stool that she had been sitting. Standing up.
"That."
Sango shifted uneasily, as he once again took away the distance between them. She could smell his cologne. While she wanted once again to nuzzle into his neck and smell it more and more. He reached back, pulling out a strawberry as he chewed off the tip.
"Because..." she whispered. "I...I don't like you.... touching...me..." she finally muttered, blushing furiously as she turned away a little.
Miroku stiffened a little. Looking at her sadly, he softly let his hand touch her shoulder, the muscle clenched under his fingers, and he frowned but continued until they relaxed ever so slightly. "I'm so sorry Sango." He finally whispered, "I was a...complete jerk." He whispered. "I...you..." he muttered, "You were so...beautiful." He whispered, "You still are." He finally whispered.
Sango's eyes widened a little, pulling away from his grasp once again she turned, "Don't speak such stupidity." She finally muttered, turning away yet again.
He frowned, "That your beautiful?" She nodded.
He shook his head, coming up behind her, he grabbed one of the last strawberries, putting his arm around her, and he brought it to her mouth. Ignoring her as she tensed yet again. Although very slowly, she accepted the strawberry he put slowly and carefully into her mouth. Before she tensed again, her stomach jolting as he slid an arm about her waste.
"But you are. Your perfect." He whispered, before rocking to the side, pulling her away from the counter a little, turning her so that she was looking at herself in a full-length mirror beside the door. One she hadn't noticed before.
She studied their appearance. She noticed the slight flush that had crept upon her cheeks. His eyes were strictly on her. Beautiful dark blue orbs. His hair was up now. He must have put it after the suite incident. And yet, he still looked as lovely to her as ever, although she would never admit it.
She was pressed flush up against him, his arm around her stomach his bare arm going under her shirt just a little, brushing against the bare skin of her stomach.
The muscled clenched, not out because of the contact aversion, but because it tickled a little. She arched back a little, pressing herself into him more. Her eyes widening just a little as she felt something hard poke against her leg, until Miroku changed his position a little, shifting his weight to the other side.
He seemed to ignore his quickly acquired hardness though. Taking a strand of her hair that fell over her shoulder, he lifted it to his mouth, gently kissing the tip. Sango closed her eyes for a moment, until she opened them again. Looking at the reflection hesitantly. He was turning her hair over in his mouth for a moment, before allowing it to drop to her back, kissing the side of her head. She gasped out again. Gulping a little.
"Don't you feel beautiful?" He asked her, letting his hand drop to her side again. She stiffened again, as it dragged up the outside of her leg. Telling herself not to react. "Miroku..." she whispered, a small warning as his hand ran over her hip. He hesitated for a moment, only tutting ever so quietly into her ear. His hand trailed across her hip, once again to her lower abdomen to her stomach once again.
The feelings he was triggering!
Beneath her, in the center of her body, she suddenly felt something pulse. Her eyes widening a little. Miroku seemed to have noticed it to. Just a small tremor shaking through her body. He grinned. "It feels good doesn't it?" He whispered. Sango couldn't help but nod. Leaning her head back as she allowed herself to melt into his warmth.
"I worship you," he whispered, before placing a tender kiss on her neck, arching his neck as far as he could, kissing her collarbone.
She tensed yet again as he turned her into him. He gently lowered himself to his knees, as he kissed her bare knee, where the jean had finally worn out and ripped, She tensed again. Hissing as she lifted her leg a little, bending the knee. Miroku grinned, before following it up, kissing it again. She looked down at him, one of his hands reaching up to take hers as he let his other one turn to the innards of one of her legs. Rubbing up and down. She straightened, stiffened, did everything as she jerked upwards. Miroku!" She finally hissed. Baking away a little, although she didn't let go of his hand.
She noticed their reflection yet again. A light sweat had broken out on her forehead. He was kneeling before her, carefully; he pulled her down to his level, kissing her neck before she straightened. He stood up with her.
"Now. Do you feel beautiful?" He asked her again. She looked at herself in the mirror. There was only one answer to how he could make her feel. 'Yes." She whispered.
He grinned, before brushing past her, to sit upon the counter again. She only sighed as she followed, taking her place on the stool in front of him. Inwardly, she thanked him. He hadn't done anything that she herself did not allow. And he had stopped before she would have done anything to stop him. For that, she thanked him.
Both of their gazes fell the one strawberry left. Miroku's mouth cracked into a small smile, as his hand darted for it. But Sango was not slow. Her hand whipped out as she knocked his away grabbing the strawberry. "Ha!" She laughed as she popped it into her mouth.
Miroku grinned, although he tried to keep a straight face. "That was mine," he growled, She grinned "Come and get it!" she taunted, opening her mouth to reveal the strawberry, before closing it. She never really thought that he would take the statement seriously.
He grinned, "Okay then." Before he pounced. Lifting off the counter in a second she felt his weight on her as he lowered himself onto her lap. She tensed, as he thought she would, before his hand snaked out, tickling her already hypersensitive stomach.
He grinned as she shrieked out opening her mouth as she gasped for breath, the tickles winding her more then any hit to the stomach ever would.
Miroku took that as his cue as he leaned over her, in a split second he had lowered his mouth to hers, in one swift movement, his tongue darted into her mouth, sweeping out the strawberry as their lips met. He only held it long enough to rescue the strawberry, before he was off her lap, standing up, chewing the strawberry.
"Got It." He said smugly.
Sango's mouth opened, and then closed as she tried to think of something to say. His warmth was still lingering with her as she raised a hand to her lips. He had...sort of...kissed her. She felt her lips tingling anyways; it had been real. She grinned, to cover up her shock. "Well I guess you did!" she said brightly, before lifting her apple juice, draining the last of it.
Miroku only grinned. He knew damn well how he had affected her. "Come one my little strawberry thief." He said with a grin, and a glance to the clock. "We've only got four hours till you work, and I hear women take a long time to shop!' He grinned as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the counter before she could protest, heading toward the entrance hall.
She only could smile at his touch, as she watched his back as she was dragged after him. Realizing something. She could actually enjoy his company.