A/N: YAY! I GOT MY BABY BACK! Now I can update every day if I'm lucky! Now, time for some Sango/Miroku fluff!

Chapter 5: Say My Name

Sango sighed. It had been a day since Kagome had gone back to her time and already, everyone was missing her. Inuyasha hadn't spoken at all, he just acted all moody and gave the evil eye to anyone who asked what he got Kagome for her birthday. Shippou had asked every hour when Kagome was getting back. And Sango…she just hoped Kagome would get home soon, before Miroku started getting a bit to comfortable with the silence.

"When's Kagome getting back?" Shippou asked.

"She said tomorrow morning." Sango replied.

"Keh!" The resident hanyou replied. "More like three days, if she ends up having one of those 'tests' again."

Miroku grinned. "Ah, Inuyasha, getting impatient for our Kagome-sama's return?"

Inuyasha snorted. "As if! I just want more of that great food!"

"If you hadn't eaten it yesterday, you wouldn't be hungry for more." Sango said.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "What is it with you guys? You seem to think that I care that she's gone!"

There was a silence. "What?" He asked.

Sango, Shippou, and Miroku stared at him, and then shook their heads. "Such denial…" Miroku said.

"What are you saying, monk?" Inuyasha asked. "You think I want her to come back here?"

"Inuyasha, by now, we're surprised you haven't gone through the well and brought her back yet." The kitsune said.

"Shut up, runt!" Inuyasha said, clobbering Shippou. "I tell you, once and for all, I don't CARE that she's not back yet, geez!" With that, Inuyasha stormed out of the hut.

"What a baka." Shippou said, rubbing the large bump on his head.

"You would think he would have noticed it by now." Miroku said.

"What?" Shippou asked. "That he wants Kagome back or that he's a baka?"

"Both." Miroku replied. "Shippou, go after him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself entering the well."

Shippou could barely contain his glee about this assignment. "You know it!" And he scampered after Inuyasha.

That left Miroku and Sango in the hut.

Alone. In a confined space. Close to each other.

Close enough that a certain hand could rub a certain bottom with ease.

Sango shifted to the side to make sure that a certain hand wouldn't be able to reach a certain bottom without notice. Miroku was unhappy. His plan had been foiled by too many memories of gropes.

"Now, Sango, you're being unfair." Miroku said.

"Don't touch me." She replied.

"How do you know I was going to touch you? I didn't make any moves!"

"You were thinking about it."

Damn, she's quick. He thought. "Do you really think all there is to me is the thought of beautiful women and gropes?"

"Yes." She replied without hesitation. "I don't know what religion is coming to now, allowing you of all people to become a monk."

Miroku replied, "Well, all you really need is to be virtuous."

Sango snorted. Yeah, right. She thought.

He frowned. "It's not funny."

"But it's probably true." She said.

Miroku didn't answer.

I knew it. "You really are a lecher, Houshi-sama."

"But Sango, have you noticed I'm not the infamous lecher I once was?"

She glared. "Once a lech, always a lech."

"Yes…but I'm not going around groping every other girl these days, you know."

"Oh, right!" Sango said. "And I haven't slain a youkai in weeks."

"You haven't slain a youkai in weeks." Miroku pointed out. "The whole reason we're in the village is because it's been quite slow here, remember?"

Oh, I forgot. Sango blushed at learning her mistake. She turned away from him. "Still, I don't believe that you haven't been groping every other girl."

He didn't look away from her. "You may think what you want, Sango. But I still haven't touched any other girl."

Oh…you…"You've touched ME!" She yelled, turning back around.

He didn't change his expression. "Notice I said, 'any other girl'."

What…what is he saying? Sango felt herself get flustered. "…Still, you have no right to touch me, Houshi-sama!"

He grinned, "I suppose not. But the chase is so much fun."

"And what—" She sneered. "Is that supposed to mean?"

He grinned. "Figure it out for yourself."

Sango glared. "I don't know why I put up with you."

"Oh, I think you do." He replied.

If he says one more thing…"Houshi-sama…" She warned.

"You don't have to do that, either." Miroku replied.

Wanna bet?"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO GET ANGRY!" She yelled.

"No, I mean, what you said."

"What?" She asked.

"Houshi-sama." Miroku replied.

"But, it's your title, isn't it?" Sango asked. "You are a monk, you know."

He sighed. "Yes, but you don't have to call me that."

"Why not?" Sango asked, her anger gone.

Miroku took her hand. "It makes me feel distant to you, Sango. Like you're distancing yourself from me on purpose."

Distancing myself…Do I?A small blush crept up her cheeks. "Well…I mean…you're…"

Their eyes locked. "Can't I just be 'Miroku' to you?"

Why…why can't I breathe? "Houshi-sama…I mean…Miroku…?"

"Say it again." He said, glad that she wasn't drawing away.

"M-miroku…what are you doing?" She wanted to pull away, but felt she couldn't. My heart…why is it beating?

"Sango…"

Suddenly, the door burst open. Miroku and Sango quickly separated themselves. Inuyasha came in, holding a wailing Shippou by the tail. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS RUNT DID?" He yelled, breaking the silence that had been in the hut for the last few seconds.

"W-what?" Asked a fully blushing demon slayer. Breathing deeply as her heart slowly returned to its normal pace.

"It was just a joke!" The kitsune wailed.

"NO IT WASN'T!" Inuyasha said, gripping Shippou's tail firmly. "THIS…KID…THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO USE ONE OF HIS KITSUNE TRICKS!"

"I just pretended I was Kagome for a little while!" Shippou yelled. "It's not like I did anything serious!"

"YOU DID TO! PRETENDING TO BE HER IS…NOT FUNNY!"

Shippou grinned evilly. "Is that because you don't want me to repeat all the things you said? Like 'Oh Kagome, I missed you so much! I just want to grab you and ravish you! Will you do me the honor of becoming my mate?'"

"I DIDN'T SAY ANY OF THAT!" The hanyou yelled, stomping the kitsune into the ground. "AND IF YOU DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU, GOT IT? KILL YOU!"

With that, he stormed out of the hut once again. Miroku leaned over to Sango and whispered in her ear, "It's more likely he said that, than nothing."

Sango nodded, until she felt a familiar hand grazing her behind. She twitched for a second, and then executed a tremendous backhand slap across the monk's face. "I KNEW IT!" She yelled. "I KNEW YOU GOING TO DO THAT!"

"Still," He replied, rubbing his face. "At least you have the comfort knowing these hands have only been around you."

She stood up. "No matter what you say, I still hate some things about you, Houshi—I mean, Miroku!" Sango walked out of the hut.

Even if he does drive me crazy with his constant groping…why is it that when he looked at me like that, I couldn't turn away? Why did my heart beat so fast? Is it possible that I…

She shook her head. No. I'm being silly. It's H—Miroku of all people! How could I possibly…Baka! Miroku's just a lecher. No one, I mean no one could ever think of him that way.

A/N: I know this fic is mainly a Inu/Kag fic, but I love Miroku/Sango fluffies as well, so I had to put some in somewhere! (Besides, she had to stop calling him Houshi-sama sometime.)