Chapter 11 –Second thoughts and Innocent Honey-
Finally. She was here. His queen. He smiled as the S.U.V. drove into the yard. Pulling up in front of the door. He sighed, now he could make up to her. For everything he had done. He would prove himself to her. And hopefully, she wouldn't hate him.
He could only hope.
The moment that they had come into view of the house where the houshi lived, Sango had began to get second thoughts. She didn't want to see that pervert again. He would either take advantage of her, or make her feel wanted again, just to throw her out later. This is what she wanted prevented.
When the pulled into the yard, a laughing Kohaku burst out of the truck. Charging into the house following Hatchimon. InuYasha stayed in the truck. Watching Sango as he turned around for a moment.
She was staring out the window. Looking at the door. Although he could tell how nervous she was. There was even a little bit of fear there.
"He won't hurt you Sango." InuYasha whispered to her. Sango looked to the inu hanyou, startled. As if she hadn't realized he had even been in there. "I don't want to go in," she said simply. Moving to the center of the seat she hugged herself. Closing her eyes.
"Your sure?" InuYasha asked, "It could be your only chance to make up." Sango's eyes snapped open. "I don't want to make up with that bastard. I don't want to have anything to do with him!" She snapped before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Let Kohaku have his fun with Hatchimon, Just don't expect me to cooperate with that bastard." She seethed before turning her head to look out the window at the front yard of the house.
InuYasha shrugged getting out. Leaving Sango alone to her confused thoughts.
A single tear rolled down her cheek. Why was everything so confusing?
"She said that she didn't want to have anything to do. Seriously Miroku. I think she's afraid of you." He whispered. Miroku frowned. Closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the wall. "I'm going to talk some sense into her." He finally sighed. Slipping his shoes on.
InuYasha looked at him. "Don't push it Miroku. If she doesn't want you, don't force yourself upon her. It won't do her, or yourself any good." Miroku looked up, nodding, although inside he frowned.
He would have her. He would. He knew how to get her to.
Sango started when she heard a small tap on the window. Turning her head from where she had placed it in her hands, she looked through the window. Seeing Miroku there she turned her head away, determined not to look at him. Or to meet his dark eyed gaze.
Miroku tapped again. She made no move to open the door. So quietly, he opened the door himself, easing it open a crack. He looked in, before easing into the seat beside her. Sango edged away from him. Sniffing a little again as she shut her eyes, bringing her knees up, she rested her forehead upon them.
She could feel a small lurch in her stomach. He was right there. All she had to do was fall into his arms. He could make everything okay. Even if it was only for a little while. He would be able to comfort her, like he had before.
But in the end, it would just hurt her more. She had to be careful. She could not let herself go like that. She had to take care of her brother. And she couldn't do that if she was heart broken.
Miroku silently watched her. His eyes softening considerably as he watched her. "Sango?" He whispered, so quiet. Sango closed her eyes tighter. His voice. She loved it she loved him.
NO! She screamed at herself. No. She did not love him. She had loved who he had pretended to be. Not the houshi sitting beside her now.
"Sango...I'm sorry." Miroku whispered. He put his hand out to touch her, but she quickly moved from her curled up position, dropping her legs down she made no small thing about getting out of his hands path.
"Sorry?" She snapped. "YOU...Bastard! You think after what I heard, that I'm sorry, is going to cut it?" she growled, glaring at him.
Miroku's chest heaved with a sigh. She really did hate him didn't she?
"Sango. I'm not asking for your full forgiveness. I'm only asking for a chance." He whispered. He made no move towards her. He could tell that right now she would just panic, then she might hurt herself, or worse, Him. Self-preservation was also a factor.
Sango only sniffed into her hands again as she wiped away the tears that kept falling. Why was she crying? Why should she be crying over him? "You had your chance houshi." She said darkly, crossing her arms again as she hugged her knees to her chest.
Miroku felt a little bit of anger pulse through him. He wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, take her to his room and show her how he felt. At least then he could get his point across.
"Sango. What do I have to do? I didn't say anything I didn't mean. Not once. I never hurt you, and I wasn't planning on it either." He whispered, his voice practicably soft. He made sure that it was. He had to calm her down, and then move in.
"Really. That's not how I heard it. 'I could do what ever I want and it wouldn't bother me a bit'" cruelly imitating his voice, and his very words.
Miroku winced a little, as if he had been slapped across the face. It would have had the same affect. "Sango. I didn't mean that." He whispered.
Sango glared at him again, lifting her head from her knees. "Oh, Is that so. Then why did you say it?" she snarled.
Miroku leaned over, moving closer to her. Sango tried to get out of his path again, but it didn't work. He grabbed her shoulder, holding her there as he carefully put his arm around her waste, holding her there as he carefully took her hand to his. Lifting it to his lips he kissed it gently.
Sango tried to withdraw; she tried to fight him. But familiarity washed over her when he touched her. Her breath caught again when he spoke. "I was confused. I didn't understand what I was feeling. I didn't understand, that I love you." He whispered to her, over her fingertips. His eyes steady as he met her gaze, trapping it. She gazed into his eyes, unable to look away, as if he was hypnotizing her without her knowing it.
He leaned into kiss her neck, but once again she withdrew, struggling madly her hand flew out from underneath his body, slapping him soundly across the face.
"Don't touch me. How could you have the nerve to touch me?" She snarled as she pushed him away, Miroku fell backwards, landing on his elbows in the seat, Looking up sadly at Sango. The side of his face marred by the slap mark, shaped exactly as her hand. "Why not Sango?" He asked softly. Still gentle. Not upset. Not angry.
Sango glared at him. How could he be so friggen calm? "Because it doesn't mean a thing! You can use words, you can use wit, you use your fucking hands to try to get me going, I melt, you take advantage of me, and I get hurt in the end. I'M NOT A FUCKING GAME!" she snarled. Miroku sat up, although he kept his distance. For now at least.
"Who said you were?" he asked her, his eyes searching her for an answer, his eyes were so soft. It was if they on her own could convince her to melt into his arms. She put her head in between her knees; shutting her eyes, "Leave me alone. It means nothing. You do everything, with no compassion whatsoever. It's all about you, and getting what you want." She snarled at him.
Miroku looked rather perplexed at that statement. "What is that supposed to mean? That I don't care about you? I was the one who gave you a fucking home. I could have just left you there. I had already broken you by that time. Don't you realize that?" he demanded.
Sango's eyes widened at his outburst. What did he mean? She had already been broken?
She remembered though. He had brought her into his lap, and she had melted. She had liked it, and enjoyed that. It was true; he could have left her.
She closed her eyes. She was slowly losing grip on her own reasoning. "You probably just wanted to fuck me first." She snarled into her hands. "Some kind of fucking game to you, the farther you can push it, the more the opportunities open, the farther you go." She said angrily.
Miroku sighed, closing his own eyes he leaned his forehead on the back of the headrest of the drivers seat. "Sango. You were in trouble. I wanted to help. If you were listening so intently to InuYasha's and my conversation, then you might have heard." He whispered calmly. "InuYasha began to berate me for things I hadn't done. I became rather freaked out, because he showed me what I was before. And what I should still be now." He whispered as he raised his head.
"He showed me that I've changed. And things are different now."
Sango looked at him, thinking madly over what he was saying. She wished it were true. She wished with so much hope that it was true.
"How do I know?" she finally muttered. "It could all be a lie. I can't take that chance." She pointed out.
Miroku looked at her for a moment, before he quickly snatched up her hand, pulling her sharply into himself. Where he wrapped his arm around her waist, his lips searching for her chin. Sango gasped out, her hands reaching to his chest to try and push him away.
But it was then that his lips slid up her chin. Pressing against her own. Her eyes widened as she felt the kiss. It was the first that she had ever received. A true kiss that is.
She slowly relaxed into his grip, his hand sliding under her shirt, sliding up her back as he pulled her down on top of him as he lay back. His other sliding to her hip, where he tucked his fingers into the waste of her pants.
She softened into him, and ever so hesitantly, returned his kiss. Miroku pulled away almost immediately after, looking down at her. "You don't." He said, answering her question.
Before she could open her mouth to respond he had already seized it with his own. Sango sighed, her breath catching over and over as she felt his hands sliding to the front of her jeans. Once again, easing her jeans open as he slid them further down, tracing gently over her untouched skin, tracing to the crook between her womanhood and her leg he dragged a single finger up and down it. Sango opened her mouth against his, gasping at the feelings that he had invoked. He seized his opportunity, sliding his tongue into her mouth while it was still open. She gasped out. How many things could he do all at once? She wondered vaguely. Until she remembered quite unhappily.
He had practice.
She felt his fingers sliding further to her warmth. At the very center of her body as he slowly pushed down her pants with his other hand, deepening the kiss that they still held, exploring the insides of her mouth. Sango's eyes closed as she struggled to hold onto something, she didn't know what it was. Until she lost it.
The moment his finger traced her opening, she arched, pressing his fingers harder against it, without entering she moaned into his mouth, pulling away long enough to catch her breath. She couldn't breath properly. Panting heavily. Miroku smiled at her, beckoning her down as he carefully curled a finger into her now very wet folds. She moaned in sheer pleasure, as he pressed deeper into her. His eyes were on her, taking in her reaction. She didn't seem to know what to do at all. He frowned slightly, but carefully bent upwards, kissing her ear before he attacked her lobe with his tongue, she finally seemed to snap, bucking against him he felt her juices run over his fingers. She gasped out, and he then felt her completely yield to him.
This is what he had hoped for, this is what he had wanted the minute that he laid eyes on her. Her handing herself over to him. And yet, it didn't feel right. Gently pressed his finger in deeper, hearing her moan in return. Carefully exploring her.
She was so tight; it surprised him. And what nearly made him roll of the seat in shock was when he felt a barrier, stopping him from exploring any farther. His eyes widened as he pressed against it. She winced in a small amount of pain. Quickly, Miroku withdrew from her. She was still a maiden. He couldn't take that from her until she was absolutely sure. And he knew that now was not the time. If he was to get her trust, he could not do it now.
"Sango." He gasped as he began to dress her again. He lifted his fingers to his face; he could smell her essence faintly. Carefully, he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting her as well as feeling her. Damn as she good. Like honey.
Innocent Honey. He realized quite sharply. She pulled away from him first. Watching him as she wrapped her arms around herself. "If you...ever...hurt me." She whispered. After pulling something off like that. He shouldn't dare try to play her. She wished that it for sure. She could only trust him. She didn't know if that was good or not.
Miroku shook his head; carefully taking her in his arms he stroked her hair, whispering softly into her ear. "Never my love." He whispered huskily,
She nodded, resting her head into the crook of his shoulder and his neck. "I trust you." She whispered. Miroku nodded. "I Know." He whispered. The weight of her trust creasing into his forehead as he frowned.
He wouldn't hurt her. He promised, both himself and to her.
Above them, Hatchi and InuYasha both nodded their heads, they had moved to the dining room window, which quite clearly looked over the S.U.V., and more importantly it's inhabitants.
"He's good." InuYasha commented, unable to say anything else really. Hatchi nodded his assent. Quite stunned as well.
"He got her, from never wanting to see him again, to giving herself to him." InuYasha said. Blinking several times. The two were both rather stunned about what they had just witnessed.
"Why did he stop?" He hanyou asked looking at the transformer. Hatchi's forehead creased as he frowned. "I think, He found out." He whispered.
InuYasha was still confused. "Found out what?" Hatchi looked at him for a moment. "She's innocent." He said simply.
InuYasha frowned, utterly confused. "What do you...?" Suddenly he seemed to realize what Hatchi meant. "Ooooh..." He said, before turning back to watch them in the window.
Miroku was simply holding her now. Comforting her, making promises he could never keep. Whatever he was doing, he defiantly had Sango going.
"Well..." Hatchi muttered. InuYasha nodded, both of them standing there. Rather speechless.
Emma came into the room, carrying a glass of water. Her eyes widened though when she seen the two. "Why you peeping Toms!" She screeched. There was a little chase around the room, as the old woman chased them out. Forgetting her own reasons for coming there. "How dare you spy on them like that?" She exclaimed.
The world is full of hypocrites.