Brown eyes followed her friend until the door was closed. In the instant of that quiet clack, a sense of dread and revelation hit Sango like a ton of bricks. One, she now had to get to work and two, she was seriously going to get docked if she kept her customer waiting any longer than she had.
With a quiet sigh, brown hardened in resolve as she fidgeted with a link chain around her stomach and stepped forward, gaze pinned to the closed door. The man ordered a drink, so hopefully the others would get to it before she got too anything extreme and they got more than an eyeful. The last thing they needed was for one of the delivery girls to be requested to join. Sango did NOT work with anyone else because her personality was so radical from any of theirs it wouldn't work out.
Taking a deep breath, a hand floated to the handle and gripped it harder than necessary as she slid the door open. Using the brim of the hat she was wearing to keep her eyes from seeing anything, Sango stepped in and shut the door behind her. Giving a polite bow upon turning to face the man, she couldn't help the curiosity at who chose her this time and subtly looked up enough to see if she could discern the type of pants. Figuring men out by their style of dress was easy and Sango was mildly surprised when she spotted a pair of regular blue jeans instead of work slacks.
"Forgive me for being so terribly rude and making you wait Enzen-san. My name is Tsuyoi Sango and I welcome you to this hotel." She started, trying to sound extremely apologetic. It was a mild trial to keep sarcasm out of her voice. Sango had little respect for men like this - how disgusting and shameful could one man be to have sex with someone near a daughter's age? It made Sango's skin crawl to think of it...having to tolerate on a mildly regular basis and experiencing the guilty pleasure of a man.
"Oh? I must've been a good boy to've got such a beautiful lady."
Sango blinked in minute surprise, head rising at the charming tenor voice. It was much too young and she locked eyes with someone around her age and brown widened. She was so stupefied she looked the man directly in the eyes, forgetting how rude it was to stare as blatantly as she was doing.
Miroku put on one of his more charming grins at getting a good look at the face. Shameless to say, the body was the first thing that caught his eye the second the door opened. But who could blame him? Tight, low-cut khakis cargo pants that rode so low on her hips, not even a belt was going to keep those things up. A metal-looking chain was wrapped around her waist, dangling quite enticingly below the navel. As if he wasn't given enough of a leeway to drool outrageously, she had to go and wear a shirt that exposed more of her stomach and cleavage than was decent for any non-married woman. The shirt was pink, which didn't look too bad, and was accented by eyeliner and lip-gloss, but oddly enough was long-sleeved. It was nice for cold weather, even if the hemlines were unrealistic. A purple chocker and strange-looking floppy hat with loose, waist-length hair made up the picture. It wasn't the most matching of outfits, but Miroku was too busy ogling the cleavage to give a rat's ass.(1)
Sango snapped out of it when those lips twitched higher and looked away. She mentally berated herself for getting so interested in the man's age, even if this would be as little less repulsive than normal. Someone around her age was easier on the conscience. Of course she had some men way younger than her father, but hands down they were never this handsome.
Snapping herself to action and from thought, Sango righted and turned for the tub against the wall. She was almost angry at herself at feeling her face slightly warm. "If you wouldn't mind waiting a few seconds Enzen-san, I will have your bath warmed up and then I will get you situated to soak for however long you wish."
A raven brow rose as eyes gravitated to the nice little rear presented as she kneeled and worked with an electrical control to heat the water. The other brow rose in appreciation as she stood and turned. His gaze quickly whipped to her face as she slowly walked to him and stopped. He met her eyes in question, seeing she wanted to say something, and patiently waited with interest.
Sango tried a second time to ask if he wanted her to disrobe him, but froze. Her heart was pounding enough at the thought of performing a task he could've easily done himself. She hated herself for being so nervous - it happened every time without fail - and mentally berated herself to calm down, but Sango had to admit he was probably the best specimen of man she'd ever have to be with. Knowing that made things bad enough because she would touch him like she did the others.
Being as she was with her personality, Sango knew her brazen attitude was what turned men on, so she didn't feel too daring as fingers touched the tiny excess at the top of his jeans and tugged a little without asking. She didn't know what kind of job he had to be wearing jeans, but that and the black turtleneck did suit him. The lack of light hid everything on his torso and arms, but the gauntness of his face told her he wasn't covering anything.
She gave a little coy smile and looked to her hands, also hiding her face in the process. That hat was coming in handy more than she thought. "If you don't mind Enzen-san, I can get rid of these clothes for you and help you get ready for the bath."
Unable to look over her head - how was it a woman could get so tall without shoes? - Miroku craned his head around her shoulder to check out the area. It looked tiny, but still effective, and he eyed the handle against the wall. A smile peeked. "I am at your mercy - feel free to do whatever you like Tsuyoi-san."
Sango grit her teeth at the saccharine voice, but pasted on a smile and tugged the hem from his jeans. Why he was outrageously flirting was beyond her since he had no reason to try and be cute, but Sango began to ignore it as she concentrated with getting the turtleneck off his head.
The first thing she spied was a nicely developed chest, arms, and stomach and a stared. Swallowing despite herself, Sango swore her heart rate just increased. Mentally shaking her head, she gathered the bundle in her arms and roughly folded it. Dropping it a meter away, she immediately went for the buckle and in no time had the button separated and the zipper down.
Miroku was mildly astonished at the efficiency and almost aggressive air the woman gave off. She certainly didn't play around with formalities and was already tugging his jeans to the ground. Sad to say, that almost turned him on worse than some of the women he'd been with and it wasn't easy to hide that. He stepped from the legs as she helped him from them and tried to think of more plutonic things with her kneeling in front of him. As quickly as he was getting excited, Miroku had to pace himself if he wanted to keep from jumping her in the furo. She was a real beauty; this was going to be difficult.
Sango folded the pants and put them next to the top, still kneeling. She was trying to take calm breaths to keep from looking up or blushing at all; there was no point in trying to ruin her presentation or sudden reputation with this man. But mental images were all too easy to concoct with as many years as she'd been doing this and already Sango's mind was picturing her current customer.
Gritting teeth, Sango tried to keep self-anger from her face and eyes as fingers reached up and slid boxers off slim hips. It seemed she possessed no shame for watching the waistband slide from its beginning to ending position, but Sango put it out of her mind as if numbing herself to it. She folded the underwear and finished the pile, standing and meeting his eyes.
Miroku liked this woman, flat out liked her. Not only was she a bishoujo to rival some classic beauties, but her way of handling things wasn't meek or quiet in the least. He had a feeling this was the way she was everyday; being so forward in handling things. It was so different and refreshing than half of the women he encountered in his life; so many he'd met were proper and quiet, still dominated by the male rules of society. This person seemed on a different level and didn't care about it.
This would DEFINITELY be a fun time. Something told him he didn't need to worry about anything; this woman would either provide for him or they'd find some unspoken mutual agreement. Not that sleeping with a woman wasn't fun and pleasurable enough, but this was going to be an experience. Soaplady hotels weren't new to Miroku, but this was more traditional than he'd ever seen the gaudy setups and it was uplifting.
Sango started taking baby steps to the bathing area, knowing he'd follow. As much as she didn't want to look him in the eye, Sango sure didn't want to look anywhere else and watch anything move that would be moving later. She kept all emotion from her face except the barest of smiles meant to tease and draw. Stopping when a heel thumped against the side, she ignored it and dipped a hand in the water, losing his vision as it shot down to her chest. Sango continued to keep from showing anything as she tested the water, paying more attention it and trying to remind herself she was getting paid good money to do this.
There were only a few options right now. Sango didn't want to start giving the man a scrub down in case someone knocked with the sake, but she couldn't just let him sit there with the breeze keeping him company. She didn't want to disrobe in case she needed to leave the room either because she wasn't going to let anyone inside right now. This was so frustrating! Why couldn't those twins have hurried faster?
There was no helping it. An arm swept to the tile area in invitation. "Enzen-san, if you will please step to the wash section, I will get you scrubbed for the furo."
A brow raised as mental pictures swarmed Miroku's head. Teeth grit to try and compose the sudden racing of his blood. This was going to be harder than he thought! But he obeyed and watched as the temptress reached for the shower handle and paused.
She had to get started. Sango would have to deal if someone else was in the hallway for some reason. This was one of her favorite working outfits and she didn't want it stained with soap or shrunk because it got water on it without proper care. Heaving a mental sigh, another flirtatious smile popped up to confuse him. "If you will give me a second Enzen-san...I don't want to get my clothing dirty."
Before Miroku could ask what she was going on about, a hand grasped the bill to her hat and dropped it on the floor behind her. He took in straight-cut bangs and hair. It was too nice to keep topped with a hat, but Miroku had no time to admire the mass because hands grabbed the high hemline of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It was safe to say he blatantly stared and felt a twitch somewhere in the lower region of his body. The bra was black lace and skimpy. Miroku's mouth almost watered at the nice way it perked her breasts and accentuated mildly tanned skin.
Sango shook her hair out from the neckline and folded the shirt, setting it and the hat a little farther back in case water splattered. There was no guessing needed to know she had full attention and would be getting more as soon as she unzipped the khakis. The chain should be fine being worn through the night - she wore it before and skin never caught on the links, being plastic and all - so she didn't worry about that.
Hands flipped the button opened and took the short zipper down. Sango shrugged out of the constricting mass, thankful that was off at least. The air felt good to cool her down, refresh her memory to get back on track, and regain control of herself.
It was...a THONG. An even skimpier black lace that had to be the other half to the bra. Miroku harshly swallowed and gave up thinking plutonic thoughts to save his excitement for later. The fact that he could basically see her ass - and it was a damn nice one at that! - and extremely low elastic to keep from being seen over her pants made him want to have her pace the room for him while he soaked. Who needed sex? He could just enjoy himself all night watching her curves shift and blissfully torture himself!
After a quick fold and drop by the shirt, Sango stopped in front again and met eyes that were sweeping up and down her front at a few miles an hour and fought not to grin. Men were so easy - show them a small piece of skin and lingerie and they were putty. Brown eyes curiously floated down for the barest of seconds, subtly covered up as she shifted for the furo.
Well...not entirely putty.
Sango quickly kneeled, snatching a washcloth and standard green tea soap from a small cubbyhole to set on the edge for a second. The mane went in a high ponytail to keep mostly out of the way and from getting wet before Sango finally reached for the handle. Turning it on and adjusting the temperature, she sprayed it all over to soak the skin and get it ready for soaping. Grabbing the cloth and wetting it, Sango replaced the handle and got a lather going.
She could easily hear his breathing and its acceleration as she first applied the soap to his chest. Purposely ignoring his eyes and watching her work, Sango tried to keep from looking at him as she got arms, chest, and back. He didn't say a word the entire time, not even when she got down to his lap and legs. Of course, he didn't need to say anything... his body was giving away enough clues for her to discern on her own.
If he kept this up, Sango didn't know if he could fit in the furo comfortably.
His hands kept twitching and it was a fight to still and keep them at his sides. Miroku wanted one of two things; purposely hide them behind his back or grasp her hair and make her do something he was already picturing in his head to his head. He wondered what would occur after his soak and should've asked before things started, but the second her shirt went over her head, his common sense shot to hell.
It seemed both forever and too quick since she finally got the remainder of his ankles. Sango stood with eyes intentionally diverted as she let the cloth rest on the tiles for washing later and grabbed the handle. Resetting the temperature, she liberally splashed his body again to clean all residue off. It took a while for her satisfaction, but Sango turned off the shower and put the handle back. Only looking his chest over, Sango nodded. "Would you like some help into the furo Enzen-san?"
Miroku blinked at her voice, using it to leave the feelings of his body on hold and return to the world around him. A mild smile popped up as dark eyes flitted to his left. "I think I can manage, thank you."
Sango nodded and stepped back. If he went through his soak without any sake, Sango was going to tell Kikyou-sama about this. She avidly watched him climb in to make sure he didn't slip - even if her eyes shifted to his rear and back muscles a little more than necessary. The only thing to do was set up the futon while he sat, other than serve him as she was supposed to be doing.
Not having things at her disposal when needed grated on Sango's nerves. She knew it took a bit to heat up sake and safely carry it all those flights of stairs, but how much time passed already?(2) Gritting her teeth, Sango flashed a smile and gave a slight bow. "I will leave you to your bath Enzen-san while I set up the futon." Not giving him time to give her permission - like she even needed it - Sango turned and walked for the closet.
Miroku was given a rather prime, yummy view of her pacing the few steps across the room and quietly shifted his legs in the furo. His hands twitched again and he wrapped them around the edge of the furo to keep them from disappearing under the water. He ached now and was getting desperate to touch himself or her. He couldn't take eyes off the delectable body pulling out some kind of flat pad and watched its setup in half curiosity, half anticipation. If she was trying to do this to him on purpose, there would be retribution to pay when he finally got what he came for. Miroku was going to make her suffer as he was and he was going to enjoy watching her moan.
Sango finished hooking up the hose and the small hum started filling air into the rubber mass. It wasn't fair that it was so heavy without air in it, but there was no other way to put it away otherwise. She remained kneeling and attention on the bed's progress, hearing picking up quiet shifting of water along the edge of the tub and tried to ignore the eyes she felt.
She was almost ready to shut off the air machine when a quiet tap sounded. Sango resisted clenching her teeth, but immediately stood. She cast a glance to the customer who was openly watching the door with a raised brow and stopped close to him to get his attention off it. "If you will forgive the rudeness Enzen-san...I believe the sake you ordered earlier is here. Please excuse its late arrival."
Miroku forgot all about his drink with present company taunting and testing him. He merely nodded, eyes a few hundred centimeters south of her face as he fixed on the mounds floating from her bow.
There were no robes in this room - she was going to have that changed for emergencies like this, despite what Kikyou-sama might say later - and Sango felt highly conscious of her state of undress as she gripped the door and peeked it open. Her head stuck out of the room, trying to shield her body on the off chance that someone other than residents would be around, and met Yuka's eyes.
"Here's your order for Enzen-san." She whispered, holding up a tray with both hands.
Brown eyes perceptively narrowed. "Osoi yo!" Sango hissed, hoping to the gods she wasn't heard inside. She cast a quick glance either way down the simple area before daring to open the door further and bring the tray in.
Throughout the whole exchange, Miroku's eyes remained glued to the curve of her backside, studying the connection of thigh and rear almost critically. He practically licked his lips and swallowed hard a few times as she stepped inside and the door for her shut without another word.
Sango was fuming and took a quick breath to calm as she kneeled by the tub and focused on pouring the first cup. There was no helping it and now that she had the final piece, she could get this over with so the night could be over.
She righted and held up the cup to keep from burning herself. "Please excuse the tardiness Enzen-san. Douzo."
Forcing yet even more mental pictures from his head, Miroku shifted and took the small cup specifically made for sake and held it to his lips. He tested the heat first, finding it rather hot - was there any other way to have sake?(3) - but so was the water he was in so he gave it a go and tossed the whole amount back. The heat was almost too much, so he subtly inhaled through his mouth to cool it and his throat, feeling the fuzzy tingle of it wash over his body. The fact that his heart was pounding faster due to the high temperature didn't help and Miroku blinked against the almost instant taint to his body.
Sango filled up the glass a few more times, mildly amazing that he was able to take the whole cup in one drink. She suddenly realized his tolerance was somewhat high, which she assumed he must drink somewhat regularly. He had almost half a dozen before slowing and Sango put herself on guard for any kind of drunken behavior that might turn violent. She would be able to handle it - they were trained for that kind of thing after all - but hoped it would never happen and mentally crossed her fingers.
As much as Miroku wanted to finish the bottle, he was never able to do so by himself and turned to the creature almost avidly eyeing him. "Tsuyoi-san..." He almost slurred, giving a charming smile. "Go ahead and pour yourself a cup."
Sango blinked, staring at the extended offering. Her lips thinned the barest of degrees, knowing it was a bad idea to drink anything and lose control of the situation. She never wanted to go as wild as some men could when they were inebriated. Rarely did she drink, the occasional birthday party or important festival were exceptions. This meant her tolerance was really low and it'd been a while since she ate anything.
But it was rude to turn down an offer while someone was trying to share. She didn't want someone who was clearly affected by the alcohol to be offended and possibly get upset. It'd happened a few times before and Sango knew the best thing was to improvise. The coy little smile turned up as she took the cup and looked to the serving glass. "Enzen-san...I'm not much of a drinker. But for you, I will have a small bit."
It was the only way to go about it. This man was probably seeing double about now, so he wouldn't notice, let alone remember, how much she poured or drank. And having at least some and letting the rest sit was better than denying any at all. So Sango poured a thimbleful at best and quickly drank it. The taste burned her throat and she fought not to cringe at it.
Miroku grinned at her reaction and rested against the edge, propping his head up with both arms. "Have another. It's excellent stuff and it's good to let go once in a while."
That was a bad idea and even a small amount like she got away with would soon take hold. Sango set the glass on the tray and stood, leaning forward a little to distract him. It worked all too easily as eyes shot to her cleavage. "Actually Enzen-san...are you ready to get out so I can dry you off?"
A mildly drunken or fully drunken man was easy to distract and all it took was a smile and some breast. The man grinned and stood, displaying a practically full erection he seemed not to care the least about. Arms spread wide as the grin did as well.
This was getting better and Miroku couldn't wait to see how she was going to tantalize him next. This was almost better than sex, despite the need that was almost painful by now, and it was a game he could get used to. "Do your worst Tsuyoi-san." He kidded, still eyeing her.
He ignored the hand she gave to help him so he didn't fall from bad balance and Sango subtly rolled her eyes while his back was turned. Again, her eyes briefly gravitated to muscular legs and rear before stopping herself and she looked away with a mental rebuke. Grabbing a towel from the cubbyhole, she looked at his chest and bit the inside of her lip as she bumped against...certain parts of his body.
Despite her experience and knowledge of studying some of the medical field, there were some things that got to her and never failed to make her blush at the audacity of it all. When on the bed, there was no eye contact and she could close her eyes and let time pass.
Miroku watched her, biting his lip as she lowered and got his legs. The temptation to say something seducing and have her touch him in a fully sexual way with hands instead of barriers whispered in his mind. He merely waited until she stood before arms shot out and pulled her against his chest. He enjoyed the shocked look floating across her face before it was shunted and she almost adapted to the event. The smile that came up dimmed a little as his head dipped to her neck. "You smell quite nice Tsuyoi-san."
Adrenaline hit and her heart sped up until Sango took a breath and slowly let it out. Despite the feelings he was creating by sucking on her neck, Sango didn't want to lose the upper hand in this. She felt better being the levelheaded one and on top; it was the only way to compensate for the shame and embarrassment she felt doing this.
Hands rose as she gently pushed at his arms, unable to budge them that easily. "Enzen-san...there has been a bed prepared specifically for this. If you will let me go, we could move to it."
It sounded like a good idea...but so did licking her soft skin. He was torn against the two things, his senses tuned and flared to the feel of her skin next to his. He ran the two over in his head until he connected what she was assuming and grinned. The ability to torture and watch those delectable lips part forced him to let go and Miroku waited until she was far away enough to practically stalk her.
Sango watched him until she was forced to find where the futon was or fall on it. The second she looked at it, her wrist was gripped and another arm wrapped around her waist. Again, she didn't expect the action and the breath caught in her throat. She was pressed against his body and hips grinded against hers. Her jaw clenched before she could restrain herself and brown fluttered shut.
The second his hands moved to the curve of her lower spine, Sango snapped back to reality. Hands rested on his arms. "Enzen-san...is it alright if I have you lie on the futon please?"
Her voice was soft and coaching, the way it was supposed to be. She didn't want any problems with a paying customer and was thankful when he gave a sly look and draped himself over the top. Without a word, she kneeled next to him, hands on his chest. His eyes were a little dilated from the alcohol, but were staring almost through her. She met his gaze for only a second before looking to her fingers and rubbed them over muscle.
Another pulse hit him below the waist and his hands twitched. "Tsuyoi-san..." He breathed.
A smile at feeling the power between them rose. She ignored the near question in his voice and shifted, straddling his waist and pressed her chest against his. She rubbed herself against him, suddenly aware she was still clothed. Sitting up and situating herself on his stomach for balance - trying to be careful of what was pressing against her rear - a hand moved to her back and easily flipped the clasp off her bra. Somehow knowing things were going to finish after she unclothed, hands lowered to the strings of her underwear. She separated two sets of buttons and pulled the thong out from the front of her body, leaving it next to the bed.(4)
Another pulse nearly hit painful capacity and if Miroku wasn't feeling the effects of the alcohol in full blast, he would've rolled the minx over long ago and buried himself in her. But his body was sluggish despite raging hormones as he was given the best view of now fully exposed female chest and could almost let himself be sat on if her hand would just reach around back.
Sango went back to rubbing her chest against noticeable muscle, hands gripping upper arms for balance. She let bangs hide her eyes so she didn't have to see the expression on his face. After maybe a minute of that, she rose to her knees and moved down to his lap, hand grasping flesh as she concentrated on the proper movement and rhythm.
Miroku's teeth clenched as a wave assaulted him. Hands gripped each other as a lifeline as his hips practically lifted off the futon. She was definitely experienced and he almost lost it when her tongue darted out a few times. It seemed to take forever until he got a hold of himself, but when he did, Miroku had her flipped onto her back in no time. How he did it, he didn't quite remember, but the second he connected, he gained an even heavier jolt which rocked him.
Sango's back arched a little, a gasp leaving her. She looked up into dark eyes, harshly swallowing as he moved slow, invoking quite well stimulation that quickly turned her on. She only let him get about half a dozen movements in before her legs moved up and wrapped around his waist, openly catching him by surprise and burying him deep.
The small bout of assertiveness turned Miroku on even more - if that was anyhow possible - and he instantly sped his movements. The weight of her legs dragged him down every time he tried to pull back, almost denying exit from her body and he moved back as if to comply with her silent insistence.
At some point since the beginning, Sango uncoiled the appendages and scooted back to sit up, using the surprise to gravitate him to his back and taking the advantage. She felt more commanding this way and straddled him, picking up where they left off and moving fast to placate him and take his mind off the submissive position. She grasped his wrists and put them to her chest, further taking his attention off the fact that she was in the man's position.
Her hands roamed his torso as his were doing to her. This was the best sex Miroku ever had, he could definitely admit right now. There was something seducing about being on the bottom, which he rarely encountered and allowed for this long. Mostly because some women just didn't go as fast as he liked and it was no good for pleasure levels. Her movements were keeping him from wanting to budge and she was doing a fine job of enticing and he was losing himself to her.
She was enjoying this, she had to admit. He was a very good-looking man and no slouch in the body department, which only served to spur her on and turn her on. She moved quicker and gripped his arms for balance, rocking against him as fast as possible; feeling herself reaching for the ending she knew was there.
He watched her face, unable to do much else, seeing and feeling when she came. Her teeth grit in an almost animalistic way, eyes squeezed shut and he joined her.
Sango stopped when she was to the point of being unable to take the cascade of emotions and halted, knowing he was satisfied and tried to catch her breath. She panted, hiding her eyes with bangs and leaving them closed to keep from seeing him. Part of her acknowledged fulfillment, the other half mentally hiding from the situation and reverting into herself.
She moved away and let him sit up. After another second of making sure she could stand, Sango retrieved his clothes, grabbing the towel so he could clean himself. She turned her back and slowly got dressed, avidly listening as she did so. She only turned after getting her hair out from her shirt and saw he was smoothing the turtleneck over his stomach.
Miroku felt a little more levelheaded and knew he sweated out some or most of the sake in his system. With a final, charming grin, he stopped in front of his partner and looked her in the eye. "That was thoroughly enjoyable Tsuyoi-san. Thank you for attending to me."
Sango gave an automatic bow, almost feeling coolly detached from it all. "It was also my pleasure Enzen-san. Thank you very much for coming."
Still in a euphoric state, Miroku couldn't help but take that as an innuendo, though she probably didn't mean it that way. The grin turned from charming to humorous as he fought a chuckle and stepped back as she rose. "In more ways than one." He bowed and headed for the door. He opened it when she merely stood in blinking confusion, seeing himself out.
Miroku's brow rose at seeing Inuyasha all but pacing the genkan and searched what he could of the face. There wasn't the normal irritated gruffness and he grinned. Off to one side, Sesshoumaru was getting ready to leave as well, with Jalco's president talking with the old woman. His lips twitched higher as an arm threw over a shoulder, unconsciously knowing Inuyasha's encounter was successful by his discomfort at still being here. By the time the exit door opened, Miroku's face was almost split in two with humor and high spirits.
He noticed the one he was with at the front of the hall, along with two other noticeable beauties. He looked over their attire, admiring the beautiful kimono that - oddly enough - seemed too prim to've been just put on. The other girl was wearing office attire and Miroku quickly guessed his friend's companion. He sent a sly look to hazel eyes, which rolled as the group turned for the doors.
Knowing she would get a talking to if she didn't remain in the hallway, Sango followed her customer out and leaned against her best friend's shoulder. She could see the almost sleepy expression on her friend, but knew it was actually impassiveness and sympathized. Curiosity sprouted though and she moved close to an ear. "So which one did you have Kagome-chan?"
Kagome-chan looked to her, blinking. Kikyou-sama cleared her throat as subtly as possible. "Remember your manners."
"Thank you so much for coming."
That was their cue. Sango gave as low a bow as possible while all but leaning on her friend. "Thank you very much for coming." They echoed in unison, remaining bowed until cold wind swished inside as the door was opened.
Sango didn't even wait until the door clacked shut. She turned and headed for the room to wipe everything down and clean the used bathing articles so she could take a long soak upstairs. She wanted to do a meticulous scrubbing and cleanse herself of tonight's encounter both literally and theoretically. The faster she forgot, the easier it would be on her conscious.
I am a BEGINNER Japanese learner, so if these are not 100 correct, please let me know if you care to do so. I only have a web page and a dictionary to learn from. This spot dedicated to new vocabulary only.
Translations: Tsuyoi-strong/powerful/mighty/potent (I thought it fit lol) - bishoujo-Beautiful girl - Osoi yo-You're late (yo emphasizes statement)
Having done much research, this story will be highly Japanese orientated and probably confusing at points. Numbers at the end of sentences will describe the whole sentence, while numbers next to a word will describe only that. If any of these are wrong, please correct me.
1:It wasn't the most matching of outfits, but Miroku was too busy ogling the cleavage to give a rat's ass.: I had this long before I wrote this chapter. The pic I worked with helped me write this. Done by Mikaila with the color version up on Nakusoku to Negai webpage: http/ mirosan. deep-ice. com/ fanarts/ytngift.jpg (no spaces)
2:She knew it took a bit to heat up sake and safely carry it all those flights of stairs, but how much time passed already: I've heated sake and the only way to do it takes at least 5 minutes or more. I do it in a crude method, but it still works - pour the sake in a tokkuri (sake jar) and put it in a water heater on boil to heat the ceramic. There is that way, or you can heat the jar itself and pour the sake in. I like my sake bubbling and using a water heater takes time for not only the heater to boil, but also the sake. This's the cause for time delay...plus trying to safely carry that and cups on a tray for five flights.
3:Was there any other way to have sake: http/ www. asianartmall. com/sakewarmcold.htm (no spaces). This is a pretty good explanation between hot, warm, and cold sake. I personally like hot sake better than cold, though I've had all three. Sake, in my opinion, tastes better warmed - especially plum.
4:She separated two sets of buttons and pulled the thong out from the front of her body, leaving it next to the bed.: This came up when I tried to find some way of Sango go get her underwear off without getting off Miroku in a dignified way. (I'm sure we can all picture her having to hoist her legs over her head to get it off otherwise...guh.) I almost want a pair of those! lol