Chapter 12 –Comfort me by Moonlight-

((Okay, I figured that this is of big importance to the plot line, seeing as it serves as a really big bond for both Sango and Miroku. It's a strange way of doing it, I know, but hell. It's my story so Xp

WARNING: Contains NC-17 Lemon. As I had warned in a Review when I had finished writing it. But remember, it isn't a main part, or the part of this chapter that means the most. No flames. It would be okay, if you didn't want to read something that might hurt your itty-bitty eyes, to skip this chapter. Because I would write a summery of it for you in the next chapter. But this is a mature fic, so I'm not going to change it for those who can't handle it. Understand?))

She was staring at him again. He could feel her eyes on him. And he didn't really mind. It was good to have her around again. He grinned as he looked up, catching her gaze he smiled warmly at her. She turned away, blushing ever so lightly.

He only smiled as he went back to his task. Getting a fire going. The flames only licked at the logs a few moments. Until he put a little more kindling in. And it caught. Soon they were both sitting in front of a blazing fire. Miroku smiled at her again, passing her a cup of hot chocolate. She smiled, accepting it. Although once again she stiffened his presence. The feeling of his fingers under hers as she accepted it made her only stiffen more.

She finally took a sip of the hot chocolate. Even though she trusted him, perhaps a little more then she would have ever thought. She wasn't ready for him yet. She couldn't take him on for a while yet. She closed her eye, as she stared into the fire holding the warm mug in her hands as she watched the flames rolling up and licking at the dry wood.

She sighed again, looking at Miroku. He hadn't really changed much since she had left. She didn't know if it was all a trick or not. She had gathered her wits about her. After they had gotten out of the S.U.V, and away from him for a few moments. She had only looked at herself in the mirror. Wondering what it was that he wanted.

She closed her eyes. Had he really changed? Being a player would make him an expert liar; she hadn't enough experience with this type of thing to actually tell.

She wanted him as a friend though. For him to be by her side, and she by his. But she knew something that made goose bumps rise on her skin. He was used to getting more then just love and friendship. She was not exactly sure, if she would be able to provide for him in the way he would expect.

He knew about her maiden-hood to. The thought was comforting, and yet startling all in one. Did she really want him to know? Perhaps he would keep his distance because of it. Or, perhaps he would respond the other way, letting instinct take over. He was a pig; there was no denying it. If he got an extra thrill from it. Who would be able to stop him?

She could only hope that he had control. That he would understand. That he would understand that she wasn't ready yet.

Miroku slowly managed to do away with any space that would have separated them at any time before. He carefully removed the half-empty hot chocolate from her grasp, setting it on the coffee table in front of them, along with his own. He stared into the fire as well, as he cautiously put his arm around her.

She tensed almoust immediately, making Miroku growl ever so faintly. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes a little curious, and a little fearful. The look made him shiver. She trusted him so completely. To do something that he couldn't.

"What's wrong Sango?" He asked, gently putting his hand to the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and tracing her jawbone, to her chin. Sango remained motionless throughout the proceeding, reminding him of a deer in headlights.

He used his index finger and his thumb to tilt her chin up to him, claiming her lips with his. She shivered as she felt his tongue drag over her bottom lip. Asking for entrance. Sango wasn't sure any more. Not sure at all. Her mouth stayed closed.

Miroku growled softly, letting his other hand come up to touch the back of her jaw, applying enough pressure so that she jerked her mouth open for a split second to relieve the small shot of pain. Miroku used that time to get inside her mouth.

Sango moaned as she felt his breath invade her mouth again, the taste of his tongue against her own. Slowly, he once again commenced exploring her mouth. Sango was shaking when he pulled away. Why was he doing this? She obviously didn't want it. Couldn't he see? Couldn't he tell?

Miroku carefully massaged the part of her jaw where he had pressed before with his thumb, cupping the rest of his face with the rest of hand. Slowly, the pressure that lingered disappeared.

((Try it sometime, not on someone else, but on yourself, under your ear, where you can feel your jawbone corner out. Apply pressure to the skin directly under. Then, you feel the same pain Sango did. If you do it hard enough, as did Miroku, it seems like the only way to relieve the pain, is to open your mouth. A pressure lingers there for quite some time after. To relieve it, you rub it out...Just a random note for those who didn't know what in gods name I was talking about.))

When he released her, Sango just looked away from him, staring at the fire again. The flames of the fire reflecting in her dancing orbs. She raised her own hand to touch the place where he had hurt her. Had he meant to hurt her? Just to get inside of her mouth?

Miroku was watching her once again. "Sango, What's wrong?" He whispered. She felt his arm around her back, the other under her legs as he picked her up, depositing her on his lap where he carefully tucked her into him. Sango closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest, smelling his cologne faintly. She carefully raised her hand to his shoulder, adjusting her position so that she could bury her nose into his neck. Inhaling the smell that she had grown so attached to.

Miroku smiled faintly, putting his hand on the small of her back as she inhaled. He tilted his neck, to give her better access, although she withdrew after a moment.

He frowned; she wasn't trying to please him was she? She hadn't even returned his kiss. He supposed he had hurt her a little more then he thought, perhaps she was mad at him? He didn't really understand.

They had been reunited; she had given herself to him in the truck. She surly would do it again. He just needed to get her into bed with him. But she needed to be at least a little responsive to his touch.

She was kneeling across his crossed legs, sitting up a little to rest her head on his chest again. She just wanted to be with him.

But he seemed to have to take everything out of proportion. She noticed. She felt his hand upon her backside, and heard him growl yet again when she tensed up considerably. "Sango, do not tell me you don't want this. You gave yourself to me earlier today, and you shall do so again. Am I not correct?" Miroku whispered to her, a little firmly.

Sango closed her eyes tightly; grabbing the wrist of his wandering hand he held it away from her. "Miroku. I want nothing of that sort." She whispered. Miroku frowned, taking a little bit of a defensive attitude towards the statement. "Why. Am I not good enough for you?" he growled into her ear, before pressing his lips against it, a little harshly he knew. But at that moment he didn't care. It wasn't like it was hurting her considerably or something.

She closed her eyes, wincing because of his words. "No...I mean...Yes...I..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She didn't want him like that. Was that simple enough for him?

Miroku closed his eyes, before standing up rather abruptly. Sango tumbled off his lap, into the couch's cushions as she looked up at him. Miroku looked down at her for only a moment, before he lifted her up, one arm under her knee's, the other under her arms, carrying her up the stairs as he nuzzled into her neck while he walked.

Sango gasped out when she felt his teeth graze her neck, wincing a little. He continued the motion. Until she swore she felt like she was bleeding. When she was about to push him away, to curse him, she felt them both drop into a bed. She recognized the dark blue bedding immediately as Miroku's, and her stomach lurched.

Miroku's lips traced up her throat, to her lips, although he only lingered for a moment. He returned to the small bites and scrapes he had left, they were stinging Sango, she wanted so much to push him away, to scream at him. "Miroku..." She gasped out as she felt his tongue over the wounds. While it stung for a moment, it faded away; it soothed the pain. She closed her eyes, relaxing a little.

Only to tense again when she felt his hands on her hips. He tucked his hands under her t-shirt, She felt her stomach clench as he trailed his lips upon the sensitive area. He was already familiar with her body. He knew where it tickled, where it hurt, where it felt good, and where it was sensitive. She gasped as she felt his fingers tuck around the strap of her brassiere tugging at it. "Miroku..." she whispered again. "Stop." She whispered. He raised his eyes to look at her, for only a moment they flashed, softly, the Miroku who she had trusted in the truck, the Miroku who she would give herself to. But suddenly his eyes switched yet again. Harsh they were. "No." he said to her, before he removed his hands from her back. He pulled up at the base of her t-shirt. Growling as she placed her arms firmly around her chest. "No Miroku." She stated firmly. He looked at her curiously. Until a smirk played across his lips. Her eyes widened at how cruel it looked.

What has happened to Miroku?

She cried out in pain, as he grabbed both of her wrists, wrenching them upwards before she got the chance to comply at all. Pinning them with one hand, he pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing an undone bra, hanging loosely over her curves. She gasped out, trying to pull her arms done to cover herself, but Miroku only frowned, straddling her, he pinned her legs at her side with his knees, as he sat on her stomach. Sango gasped at the hardness that she felt poking her stomach.

Please Kami! Make this go away! she whispered.

He removed the belt from his jeans, making Sango frowned as her mind drifted to more trivial things. Since when did Miroku wear a belt?

Taking her wrists in his hands, he quickly wound his belt around her wrists, before attaching it to the bedpost. Sango laid there, her hands held above her head, exposed. "Miroku!" She spat as he reached under her pants, pulling them down, as he spent no time at all getting her fully undressed. She gasped out in pain as he jabbed a finger into her. It was so harsh, so painful to her highly sensitive opening. She gasped out as he began to push in and out of her, over and over with hard fast jabs. Sango gasped out in pain, and although she didn't want it. She could feel herself begin to climax for him.

He put another finger into her, and another, and another until he was thrusting four fingers in and out of her, Finally she screamed out in pain as her muscles relaxed, allowing him through all the way to her barrier. The jab of pain shot through her as she screamed out.

Miroku only snickered, her eyes widening as he pulled down his own pants and boxers. Revealing his hardness quite prominently, he rubbed his erection upon and around her opening for a moment or too. She was ready for him, he knew. Or at least, her body was. He wasted no time in grinding down into her. Making her scream with pain as he burst through her barrier.

She bolted upright, screaming still as she looked around her. Panting heavily for breath. She looked about her. She was in the room attached to Miroku's suite. Not in his bed, not being abused by him. She relaxed, although she was still shaking, heavily. She realized that she as crying, sobbing uncontrollably. She saw a light flick on. Hearing Miroku's feet hit the floor as he darted to her door. "Sango! What's wrong?" He asked worriedly, seeing her tears he relaxed a little. Although he approached the bed. "Sango..." He whispered, kneeling upon the bed he crawled to her side, Sango gasped for breath again as she burst into another set of tears. She couldn't stop crying it seemed.

Miroku softened; carefully he put her into his arms, rocking her back and forth. Just the same as he had done after the mall. Sango continued to cry though. She couldn't stop herself. Crying uncontrollably into his chest.

Miroku only hugged her closer. "It's okay Sango." He whispered. "It was just a dream." He whispered her name to her over and over as he slowly rocked her back and forth.

"I'm here for you now Sango." He whispered, "I'll fight off all your monsters for you..." he whispered with a small smile. Sango smiled weakly into his chest, although her eyes opened a little wider at that statement. Her worst monster, her worst fear, was Miroku. A bad Miroku.

Her worst fear had always been losing Kohaku. About finding him slaughtered, as she had her parent's years before. But now she had a new fear. A fear of Miroku turning on her. On being her enemy, no longer her friend. There was only one thing that could make her feel this. She wanted him to be her friend, to be more then that to her. For him to be kind to her. And not hurt her. Just as he had promised to her.

With those thoughts, she finally relaxed into his grip, cuddling into his chest as her tears began to subside.

Miroku continued to rock her back and forth, comforting her long after she stopped crying. But she said nothing, did nothing to stop him. She loved the feeling of him against her like this. Of his gentle kisses to her tendon over and over. Whispering wonderful promises into her ear, before kissing it to. She smiled finally, as the last thought of consciousness voiced itself from her throat. "I love you Miroku." She whispered. Miroku smiled, kissing the top of her head, as Sango fell asleep in his arms.

"I love you to." He whispered into her ear. Before he slowly leaned back, laying back in the small double bed he laid down, cradling Sango beside him as he pulled the blankets over both of them. Putting his arms carefully around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.

She stirred in her sleep for only a moment, moaning something before cuddling deeper into the source of warmth beside her.

Her source of Warmth. Her source of Strength.

Her source of love and comfort. Miroku.