"No, we didn't mind waiting all freaking day for you to get back!" Inuyasha growled sarcastically. "It was apparent that you had better things to do than find and destroy Naraku, so it's alright with me!"
"C'mon, Inuyasha, will you just quit with your yelling already!" Miroku grumbled.
"Inuyasha, it was my fault that Miroku took so long. He was only trying to find me, I shouldn't have ran away…" Sango said in her best fake apologetic voice. Miroku gave her a tiny smile.
"It's fine, Sango, really." Kagome said, trying to comfort her friend. "Inuyasha doesn't know what he's talking about, we needed the extra day of rest, I've been telling him so for awhile now…"
Sango gave her a weak smile. Miroku chuckled into the fabric of his robes to stifle the sound. It seemed as if they'd pulled it off so far….
Miroku yawned widely. It was about eleven o'clock and he and his friends had finally reached Kaede-sama's hut. Inuyasha and Kagome were conversing with the old woman on the other side of the dimly lit room and Sango was stretched out a few feet away from him, petting Kirara, her pet fire-cat. Miroku took the opportunity to glance at Sango.
'Kami-sama, she's so striking…like a goddess….'Miroku thought to himself, letting his eyes wander over Sango's captivating face and curvy figure.
Sango noticed that he was staring at her and she grinned. She stood up and moved over to where Miroku was seated. She gracefully sat beside him, staring deep into his lavender eyes. Miroku smiled affectionately, causing Sango to blush and turn her face away from the monk's gaze.
'Darn my fair skin for betraying me!" Sango thought to herself.
Miroku noticed the nervousness in the woman's stance, and he grasped her hand in his.
"Sango?" Miroku asked in a worried tone. Sango faced him with wide, loving eyes.
"Yes, Miroku?" Sango questioned, hope shining in her face.
"You are truly the most gorgeous woman I've ever met." Miroku whispered huskily. Sango blushed five shades of red.
"M-Miroku…I…" Sango stammered. "T-thank you, Miroku, but…but what if Inuyasha and Kagome hear us?"
"Let them hear."
Sango wrapped her arms around Miroku's neck. "I love you, Miroku." She said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"And I love you, Koishii." Miroku whispered, tightening the embrace.
"Miroku…" Sango murmured, though the thick fabric of Miroku's robes muffled the sound. "Kiss me." Her voice was full of passion and longing.
Miroku gratefully complied with the request, taking Sango's face into his hands. He tilted her face upwards. Their lips were almost touching, and Sango could feel the heat radiating from Miroku's body. Her fists clenched to his dark robes, pulling him tight against her chest. Sango could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and his heart racing. Their lips finally converged and
"Saannggooooo!" a little voice yelled. Sango was hit in the head by a ball of fur, knocking her away from Miroku.
"Shippou? What is it?" Sango asked, disoriented.
"Inuyasha's being mean to me!" Shippou whined. "Just because I told him that he should tell Kagome how he really feels."
Sango sighed and gathering the kitsune child into her arms. She gave Miroku an apologetic look, rising to her feet. Miroku smiled in console.
"It's quite alright, Sango." He said.
Sango smiled widely. "I suppose I should be getting to bed. Goodnight, Miroku." The young woman said.
"Sweet dreams, Sango." Miroku said dreamily. Shippou made a strange face. "And goodnight to you, Shippou!" Miroku said, covering up for the obvious tone in his voice when he spoke to Sango.
Shippou eyed them both suspiciously before bidding them both goodnights, jumping out of Sango's arms, and lying himself down beside Kagome who had already fallen asleep.
