Chapter 7 –Switched Feelings and Spoiled Plans-
Sango was laughing the whole way as he pulled her to the door. He quickly slid his feet into the nearest set of Nike shoes, and then he realized something. Later the night before, he had thrown her shoes out. "I couldn't find my shoes this morning." She informed him with a raised eyebrow. Miroku tried to give off his best innocent look. "Really...how... odd..." he said with a grin.
Sango rolled her eyes, pushing him playfully. "Yes...Rather." She giggled. Miroku grinned. "You could wear a set off mine." He told her with a grin, "Seeing as we seem to have a mysterious shoe sniper on the loose here."
Kicking open a little cubby, he dug through some shoes. "In fact, Hatchi might just have a pair from one of his little kitty capers. What size do you take?" He asked her, Sango thought for a moment, "Erm...Size eight." She told him. Miroku frowned for a moment. "I've got a size nine. Think they'll do?" He asked as he pulled out another set of shoes. She shrugged. "I'm not picky." She said with a grin. Accepting the shoes from him.
She took her time lacing them up; she was quite amazed at how a good pair of shoes felt when they weren't being glued together. She grinned up at Miroku as he waited, pulling out a leather jacket to wear he tossed on to her. "It's a little chilly out today." He said to her when she stood up looking at it.
She nodded, putting it on carefully. It was a few sizes to big, but she didn't mind. Smelling the collar for a moment she grinned. It smelt exactly of Miroku's cologne. As he opened the door, and walked out, she followed, secretly burying her nose into the collar over and over taking in the gorgeous smell.
~`~
Miroku grinned once they had entered the mall. Sango at his side. Somewhere between the walk from the S.U.V. to the doors he had managed to slip his arm around her waste, so that when they walked into past the automatic sliding doors that they were arm in arm.
Sango was somewhat intoxicated by the smell of his cologne. She didn't know what in the hell it was. But it smelt so goddamn good. She stood up on tiptoe when she walked, just so that she could get a whiff of it.
He grinned as they continued to walk towards the clothing section. He wasn't stupid so as to miss what she was doing. With a small smirk, he purposely swayed his hips into her. Sango squeaked in surprise, reaching out to steady herself as her balance was nearly thrown off. He grinned as she pulled around his neck.
It was only a second; she stared at him for a moment, all the thoughts that she had brushed off about him coming back to her, as he held her against him. A smile playing across his face. Her gaze fell to his neck, smiling he leaned it to the side, ever so little of a tilt, suggesting what he wanted. She was on it in a second. With one, short, ever so tentative kiss.
He was grinning from ear to ear. Such a change had overcome her. He smirked inwardly.
Just as he would have thought. He was rubbing off on her. Perfect.
He turned his neck to nuzzle into her neck in return. Kissing it as he ran it up to her ear, kissing it gently.
He growled a little when she tensed to his touch as he pushed her into the hall turning off into the washrooms, taking hold of her neck with his teeth she gasped out in pain. Feeling somewhat weak as he pushed her against the wall away from the bustle of the crowd. If anybody seen that was that unfortunate soul's problem. Not theirs.
She moaned, and Miroku, realized with a grimace that he was hurting her. He released the grip of his teeth, easing his tongue over it, soothing the pain. Sango had begun to wonder how he was doing it. Because she felt like she was floating.
She moaned again, the small vibrations under his lip making Miroku jerk in anticipation. He was getting quite hard quite fast, and as he leaned into her, Sango could, for the second time that day, feel him pressed up against her quite clearly. She moaned out again when he felt his fingers along the sides of her jeans, reaching up the middle of her legs he grunted against her, allowing his lips to slide down to her chest, Nuzzling into the material to uncover as much as he could without ripping the t-shirt in two.
Sango had once again tensed; he was so fucking dominating all of a sudden. Her legs were giving out underneath her, and the moment that his fingers skimmed over the jean between her legs she gasped, jerking against his touch. Miroku moaned into her chest, backing her harder against the wall. Sango was literally a sandwich between him and the hard surface of the hallway's wall.
She could feel herself coming. Something that she had never once felt before in all her days. She arched her back, pushing into him; he jerked his head upwards as he felt the gentle press of her bosom against his chest. He moaned out in pleasure. She lifted her head up, setting it on his shoulder as he nuzzled his face into her neck yet again.
Sango's eyes widened as she heard a camera clicking, Miroku himself had paused in his works. Currently undoing the button of her jean, and easing open her fly. She hesitantly peeked over his shoulder. Two people were taking pictures. She heard whispers. "Its Miroku!" a girl squealed as she exited out of the bathroom, seeing Miroku and Sango in the corner. Miroku released Sango's neck, which he had been drooling on yet again, lifting his head up he looked over his own shoulder, licking off his lips.
"The press." He hissed angrily. Before Sango could feel his hands on her yet again, although he was quite quickly doing up her pants. Another group of squealing girls came bursting out of the bathroom. All having heard that Miroku was making love to someone just out of the door.
A few other cameras were flashing now; some of them had the local news stations crest engraved on them. When Miroku released Sango she was blushing heavily, fully dressed once again as Miroku pulled her jacket back around her, "Stay close and don't tell anybody anything." He hissed into her ear, He half walked her, half dragged her out of the hallway, ignoring the squeals, the attempts at diving bombing him with bodies. He only wanted to get Sango out of there. This wasn't what she needed.
When a reporter, a rather pushy looking woman stepped in front of them, demanding all sorts of questions. When 'Sasha' was brought up Miroku glared. Hugging Sango closer to himself. "She quit." Was all he said to the reporter, before pushing himself through her.
"I'll get a fitter to come over. I'm sorry Sango." He sighed when they had gotten out of the crowd; a few security guards had taken over, to hold back the crowd that was trying to get them.
Sango frowned as he released he so that she could get into the truck. Lifting herself into the S.U.V after Miroku unlocked it she looked out the window, as he wasted no time getting out of the parking lot and onto the road. She realized something; they weren't headed back to the house. When he drove up into an old dead end alleyway, she tensed up yet again. He was planning on continuing wasn't he?
Miroku looked at her for a moment, weighing his opportunities, and his chances. She was obviously tense. He reached over, gently stroking the hair that fell to the sides of her face. "I'm sorry Sango." He whispered. Her eyes closed, her eyes glistening. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back tears.
Miroku only took one second to pull her onto his lap, gently stroking her hair as he rocked her back and forth, hushing her silently as she cried into his chest. "I'm so sorry Sango." He whispered. Inside he cursed himself.
She had shown one little sign of affection, it was probably just impulse anyways, and he had been trying to take her, right then and there in the mall, with a bunch of reporters and gawking people. He may have been used to it, but he knew Sango hadn't been.
"It's okay Sango." He whispered. "I'll make it better." He whispered.
Sango nodded into his chest, feeling the warmth there as he put his arms around her, holding her close. She wanted to stay like that for years. And his words only made her happier. Her tears faded, as she smiled into his chest. "I'm glad." She whispered.
~`~
He hadn't done anything except hold her for the longest time. When she had calmed down perfectly, he had carefully backed out of the alley, and back onto the road. He pulled into the parking lot in blossoms at 1:50 "I told you I'd get you to work on time." Miroku said with a smile. She grinned looking at him. She didn't know if she should...thank him...or what. "Um...Thanks." She whispered, he only grinned, reaching over; he took her hand, and gently kissed her tendon on her forehead.
They stayed like that for a few moments, until Sango suddenly got tense again. His hand had begun to wander. She had developed a slight aversion to them, no matter how many times he touched her; she still tensed up because of it.
"I've got to go now houshi-sama." She whispered before getting out of the truck.
Miroku leaned back in the drivers seat, watching her leave. Mmmm...She liked him now. He could tell. The thought that he had won her over made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He grinned, before turning the truck out of the approach and back down the road.
It was all worth it.
~`~
"Hey Hatchi!" Sango called out when she seen him enter the room. Hatchi grinned waving back. Following the disguised transformer came Kohaku who was running past him to jump into Sango's arms. Sango grinned as she hugged her little brother. "Hey Kohaku!" she grinned. "Did you have a good time?"
Kohaku grinned and nodded. "Ya...Me and Hatchi went to the arcade, and we blew a bunch of quarters!" He grinned happily. "And then we went shopping, and I got a bunch of new clothes!" He said bouncing up and down excitedly, he held out the rim of a new black t-shirt that had 'hellion' written across it in big white block letters. "This is my favorite one!" He grinned.
Sango grinned at her little brother. He was so happy; obviously Hatchi had done a good job at taking care of the kid.
Hatchi pulled Sango to the side after Kohaku had calmed down, "Hey I thought Miroku was going to get you some stuff," he hissed into her ear. Sango nodded. "Yeah. We were, but when we got there..." she trailed off for a moment, "there were a bunch of reporters there, so we kind of left." She said with a grin.
Hatchi raised an eyebrow, although he grinned. "Aw... well we'll get something figured out." He grinned.
Sango nodded,
"Miroku had called me over his cell, said that there was a bunch of shit hitting the fan back at the studio. Sesshoumaru decided to take a dive and went down to Florida without consulting anyone..." Hatchi then mumbled something about pretty boy bastards, "So InuYasha and Miroku have to stay behind and fix a bunch of stuff out."
Sango nodded, sighing. "So your going to drive me back?" she asked, Hatchi nodded. "Okay!" She said brightly, taking her brothers hand as she punched out of shift, and went to the S.U.V that Hatchimon had been driving.
Sango sighed; she had almost wanted to be driven back by Miroku. Her feelings had really changed for him today. She wanted to be by him. She as nearly startled at her next thought.
She I wanted /I him to make love to her.
Sango was laughing the whole way as he pulled her to the door. He quickly slid his feet into the nearest set of Nike shoes, and then he realized something. Later the night before, he had thrown her shoes out. "I couldn't find my shoes this morning." She informed him with a raised eyebrow. Miroku tried to give off his best innocent look. "Really...how... odd..." he said with a grin.
Sango rolled her eyes, pushing him playfully. "Yes...Rather." She giggled. Miroku grinned. "You could wear a set off mine." He told her with a grin, "Seeing as we seem to have a mysterious shoe sniper on the loose here."
Kicking open a little cubby, he dug through some shoes. "In fact, Hatchi might just have a pair from one of his little kitty capers. What size do you take?" He asked her, Sango thought for a moment, "Erm...Size eight." She told him. Miroku frowned for a moment. "I've got a size nine. Think they'll do?" He asked as he pulled out another set of shoes. She shrugged. "I'm not picky." She said with a grin. Accepting the shoes from him.
She took her time lacing them up; she was quite amazed at how a good pair of shoes felt when they weren't being glued together. She grinned up at Miroku as he waited, pulling out a leather jacket to wear he tossed on to her. "It's a little chilly out today." He said to her when she stood up looking at it.
She nodded, putting it on carefully. It was a few sizes to big, but she didn't mind. Smelling the collar for a moment she grinned. It smelt exactly of Miroku's cologne. As he opened the door, and walked out, she followed, secretly burying her nose into the collar over and over taking in the gorgeous smell.
~`~
Miroku grinned once they had entered the mall. Sango at his side. Somewhere between the walk from the S.U.V. to the doors he had managed to slip his arm around her waste, so that when they walked into past the automatic sliding doors that they were arm in arm.
Sango was somewhat intoxicated by the smell of his cologne. She didn't know what in the hell it was. But it smelt so goddamn good. She stood up on tiptoe when she walked, just so that she could get a whiff of it.
He grinned as they continued to walk towards the clothing section. He wasn't stupid so as to miss what she was doing. With a small smirk, he purposely swayed his hips into her. Sango squeaked in surprise, reaching out to steady herself as her balance was nearly thrown off. He grinned as she pulled around his neck.
It was only a second; she stared at him for a moment, all the thoughts that she had brushed off about him coming back to her, as he held her against him. A smile playing across his face. Her gaze fell to his neck, smiling he leaned it to the side, ever so little of a tilt, suggesting what he wanted. She was on it in a second. With one, short, ever so tentative kiss.
He was grinning from ear to ear. Such a change had overcome her. He smirked inwardly.
Just as he would have thought. He was rubbing off on her. Perfect.
He turned his neck to nuzzle into her neck in return. Kissing it as he ran it up to her ear, kissing it gently.
He growled a little when she tensed to his touch as he pushed her into the hall turning off into the washrooms, taking hold of her neck with his teeth she gasped out in pain. Feeling somewhat weak as he pushed her against the wall away from the bustle of the crowd. If anybody seen that was that unfortunate soul's problem. Not theirs.
She moaned, and Miroku, realized with a grimace that he was hurting her. He released the grip of his teeth, easing his tongue over it, soothing the pain. Sango had begun to wonder how he was doing it. Because she felt like she was floating.
She moaned again, the small vibrations under his lip making Miroku jerk in anticipation. He was getting quite hard quite fast, and as he leaned into her, Sango could, for the second time that day, feel him pressed up against her quite clearly. She moaned out again when he felt his fingers along the sides of her jeans, reaching up the middle of her legs he grunted against her, allowing his lips to slide down to her chest, Nuzzling into the material to uncover as much as he could without ripping the t-shirt in two.
Sango had once again tensed; he was so fucking dominating all of a sudden. Her legs were giving out underneath her, and the moment that his fingers skimmed over the jean between her legs she gasped, jerking against his touch. Miroku moaned into her chest, backing her harder against the wall. Sango was literally a sandwich between him and the hard surface of the hallway's wall.
She could feel herself coming. Something that she had never once felt before in all her days. She arched her back, pushing into him; he jerked his head upwards as he felt the gentle press of her bosom against his chest. He moaned out in pleasure. She lifted her head up, setting it on his shoulder as he nuzzled his face into her neck yet again.
Sango's eyes widened as she heard a camera clicking, Miroku himself had paused in his works. Currently undoing the button of her jean, and easing open her fly. She hesitantly peeked over his shoulder. Two people were taking pictures. She heard whispers. "Its Miroku!" a girl squealed as she exited out of the bathroom, seeing Miroku and Sango in the corner. Miroku released Sango's neck, which he had been drooling on yet again, lifting his head up he looked over his own shoulder, licking off his lips.
"The press." He hissed angrily. Before Sango could feel his hands on her yet again, although he was quite quickly doing up her pants. Another group of squealing girls came bursting out of the bathroom. All having heard that Miroku was making love to someone just out of the door.
A few other cameras were flashing now; some of them had the local news stations crest engraved on them. When Miroku released Sango she was blushing heavily, fully dressed once again as Miroku pulled her jacket back around her, "Stay close and don't tell anybody anything." He hissed into her ear, He half walked her, half dragged her out of the hallway, ignoring the squeals, the attempts at diving bombing him with bodies. He only wanted to get Sango out of there. This wasn't what she needed.
When a reporter, a rather pushy looking woman stepped in front of them, demanding all sorts of questions. When 'Sasha' was brought up Miroku glared. Hugging Sango closer to himself. "She quit." Was all he said to the reporter, before pushing himself through her.
"I'll get a fitter to come over. I'm sorry Sango." He sighed when they had gotten out of the crowd; a few security guards had taken over, to hold back the crowd that was trying to get them.
Sango frowned as he released he so that she could get into the truck. Lifting herself into the S.U.V after Miroku unlocked it she looked out the window, as he wasted no time getting out of the parking lot and onto the road. She realized something; they weren't headed back to the house. When he drove up into an old dead end alleyway, she tensed up yet again. He was planning on continuing wasn't he?
Miroku looked at her for a moment, weighing his opportunities, and his chances. She was obviously tense. He reached over, gently stroking the hair that fell to the sides of her face. "I'm sorry Sango." He whispered. Her eyes closed, her eyes glistening. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back tears.
Miroku only took one second to pull her onto his lap, gently stroking her hair as he rocked her back and forth, hushing her silently as she cried into his chest. "I'm so sorry Sango." He whispered. Inside he cursed himself.
She had shown one little sign of affection, it was probably just impulse anyways, and he had been trying to take her, right then and there in the mall, with a bunch of reporters and gawking people. He may have been used to it, but he knew Sango hadn't been.
"It's okay Sango." He whispered. "I'll make it better." He whispered.
Sango nodded into his chest, feeling the warmth there as he put his arms around her, holding her close. She wanted to stay like that for years. And his words only made her happier. Her tears faded, as she smiled into his chest. "I'm glad." She whispered.
~`~
He hadn't done anything except hold her for the longest time. When she had calmed down perfectly, he had carefully backed out of the alley, and back onto the road. He pulled into the parking lot in blossoms at 1:50 "I told you I'd get you to work on time." Miroku said with a smile. She grinned looking at him. She didn't know if she should...thank him...or what. "Um...Thanks." She whispered, he only grinned, reaching over; he took her hand, and gently kissed her tendon on her forehead.
They stayed like that for a few moments, until Sango suddenly got tense again. His hand had begun to wander. She had developed a slight aversion to them, no matter how many times he touched her; she still tensed up because of it.
"I've got to go now houshi-sama." She whispered before getting out of the truck.
Miroku leaned back in the drivers seat, watching her leave. Mmmm...She liked him now. He could tell. The thought that he had won her over made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He grinned, before turning the truck out of the approach and back down the road.
It was all worth it.
~`~
"Hey Hatchi!" Sango called out when she seen him enter the room. Hatchi grinned waving back. Following the disguised transformer came Kohaku who was running past him to jump into Sango's arms. Sango grinned as she hugged her little brother. "Hey Kohaku!" she grinned. "Did you have a good time?"
Kohaku grinned and nodded. "Ya...Me and Hatchi went to the arcade, and we blew a bunch of quarters!" He grinned happily. "And then we went shopping, and I got a bunch of new clothes!" He said bouncing up and down excitedly, he held out the rim of a new black t-shirt that had 'hellion' written across it in big white block letters. "This is my favorite one!" He grinned.
Sango grinned at her little brother. He was so happy; obviously Hatchi had done a good job at taking care of the kid.
Hatchi pulled Sango to the side after Kohaku had calmed down, "Hey I thought Miroku was going to get you some stuff," he hissed into her ear. Sango nodded. "Yeah. We were, but when we got there..." she trailed off for a moment, "there were a bunch of reporters there, so we kind of left." She said with a grin.
Hatchi raised an eyebrow, although he grinned. "Aw... well we'll get something figured out." He grinned.
Sango nodded,
"Miroku had called me over his cell, said that there was a bunch of shit hitting the fan back at the studio. Sesshoumaru decided to take a dive and went down to Florida without consulting anyone..." Hatchi then mumbled something about pretty boy bastards, "So InuYasha and Miroku have to stay behind and fix a bunch of stuff out."
Sango nodded, sighing. "So your going to drive me back?" she asked, Hatchi nodded. "Okay!" She said brightly, taking her brothers hand as she punched out of shift, and went to the S.U.V that Hatchimon had been driving.
Sango sighed; she had almost wanted to be driven back by Miroku. Her feelings had really changed for him today. She wanted to be by him. She as nearly startled at her next thought.
She I wanted /I him to make love to her.