Don't own InuYasha, and it's not like I'll actually own him when all I want is Sesshomaru.

Through the Well

By Miztikal-Dragon

Chapter Forty-Three: A night to remember part one

Sitting around the blazing fire they all ate peacefully and silently; nobody felt the need to say anything, the silence was some what needed, relaxing a comfortable silence. Out of the corners of Kagome's eyes, she stole a glance at Sango and Miroku side by side. The monk leaned over, giving the demon slayer a kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush madly and Kagome to hold back her fit of giggles.

Sango's face turned even more red than before as Kagome snickered, while everyone else cocked their eyebrows suspiciously at the pair of girls. Kaede took a noisy sip from her cup of tea and glanced around the room. Her smile was some what hidden behind her many facial wrinkles, but as those old cheesy romance novels Kagome used to talk forever about said, "Love was in the air.."

Soon the sun would be setting and all would become quiet as everybody in the tiny village would be getting ready to settle down and go to sleep. Miroku and Sango looked at Inuyasha, he seemed to be coming impatient, antsy and a little unbearable. He wouldn't stay still, not even for a minute.

Getting up to her feet, Sango brushed herself off and with out saying anything she went into the back room and came out moments later, a towel in her arms, glancing from Kagome to a napping Kirara who had recently turned up after disappearing for a day or two.

"Kagome?" the demon slayer questioned, "You wanna come with me to the hot springs for a bath?"

"Well, I ...uh don't really feel like it at the moment." Kagome replied, "I'm kinda tired."

"Oh... Okay," Sango said sullenly.

"Sango my love," Miroku said sweetly as he cupped the demon slayer's hand with his, "If you would like it, I will join you in the hot springs and wash your body..."

Sending an evil glare in Miroku's direction, Sango stormed out of the hut and whistled. It was followed by a tired mew as Kirara rose from her peaceful slumber and happily jogged outside to meet the demon slayer.

Kagome yawned loudly and climbed to her feet stretching out her legs before turning to the elderly priestess and smiling.

"Well I think I'm going to go lay down," She said glancing down at Inuyasha momentarily, "I've had a long day and I'm worn out completely."

"Aye my child, ye do look a wee bit tired. Go rest yer eyes and we shall see ye in the morning." Kaede replied pouring herself yet another cup of tea.

"Good night Lady Kagome," Miroku smiled getting up and giving the girl a non-perverted hug.

She froze hoping that his hand wouldn't "accidentally" wander to her backside. As he let go, she exhaled deeply; he had for once been a good friend and not groped her, Kagome was deeply grateful for that.

"Goodnight everyone," She said a few minutes later before sadly going to the back room and laying down on the tiny futon, covering herself with a sheet. Yawning once more, she closed her tired eyes and immediately fell asleep.

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Kaede eyed the two males curiously as she rose to her feet.

"Now," She told them, "I shall leave to go rest my tired bones, but heed my warning and tread with caution. The bridge is very fickle."

"What are you talking about you old hag?" Inuyasha questioned confusedly.

The elderly priestess calmly rolled her eyes as she turned, slowly hobbling outside and to her yonder hut, which had been recently built. Why males were so dense, were the questions that plagued her mind.

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Miroku watched the hanyou as he mindlessly fingered the long braided silver hair that lay over his shoulder. the hanyou seemed to be off in his own world, a state of consciousness that involved such deep thought that he seemed to be in a powerful trance.

"So I guess I'll be leaving then," The monk said getting to his feet and brushing the dirt from his robes.

"Where do you think you're going lech?" Inuyasha asked cocking his eyebrows.

"Why to help my dearest Sango bathe of course." Miroku laughed picking up his staff and winking at the hanyou.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Inuyasha snorted dryly, "But when they find your dead body afloat in the hot spring, don't say that I didn't warn you monk."

"Dually noted, Inuyasha thanks for the advice." Miroku waved as he exited the hut leaving Inuyasha all alone in the hut with a sleeping Kagome.

"Feh, stupid lech gonna get himself killed one of these days." The hanyou told nobody but himself in particular before getting up himself and glancing around the room cautiously.

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The air was warm, noticing that there wasn't going to be many more warm nights or hot summer days. Sango petted the transformed Kirara as they slowly walked towards the hot springs, her mind was clouded with thoughts as she remember how she and Miroku shared yet another series of hot passionate kisses, though this time both of their feelings surfacing.

Reaching the hot spring moments later, Sango glanced around cautiously before she put her towel down on a rock and begins to undress. As she was about to slip off her kimono, a pair of hands gently snaked around her waist as someone's lips found its way to the crook of her neck causing her to gasp in surprise.

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Quickly he made his way after Sango, Keeping a steady enough pace away from the demon slayer as she continued to head silently towards the hot springs. Kirara had seemed to notice the monk, but paid no attention to him.

In no time flat was the lecherous monk watching in awe as Sango stopped before the hot spring. His mouth watered with anticipation staring at her as she undid the sash on her waist and let it lazily drop to the ground. He could feel his body temperature rising and his loins become stiff. It wouldn't be long until he would have to find some way to release the tensions in his lower regions.

Walking up behind her quietly, he wrapped his arms around Sango's waist and drew her close as his head dipped down and gently place a chaste kiss in the juncture of her unsuspecting neck. The monk smiled widely at hearing the demon slayers surprised gasp. She tried to turn in his arms and face him, but he firmly held her still. Miroku could feel himself begin to harden even more than before, now he needed her, wanted her, craved for her.

"Sango my dearest," He breathed huskily into her ear, "Why must you torment me so?"

"...Miroku?" She asked confused, "W-what are you doing here?. I ...You..."

"Shh.." He whispered as he blew cold air onto her neck.

Moving in front of the demon slayer, the monk easily untied the ribbon which kept Sango's long dark brown hair up. She tried to pull away, she wasn't ready for this, but her body acted on its own accord and moved into Miroku's touch; reacting to every brush against her skin.

Dripping his head down again, he caught Sango's lips in a bruisingly rough kiss. Her hands moving themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to her body, her breasts pressing tightly against his robed chest. The monk smiled as her nibbled on Sango's lower lip, wanting to deepen their kiss, to explore the crevices of her mouth.

As Sango moaned, Miroku took the advantage of the situation and briskly pushed his tongue into her mouth, instantly fighting for dominance. His body shivered as he felt the slight tug of Sango's fingers twisted in his now down hair.

Feeling as though he was beginning to loose in their game of tonsil hockey, Miroku did the first thing that came to his mind; his hands lowered slowly as they made their way to Sango's backside and giving her ass a rough squeeze. Gasping, she pulled away from him, her face ten different shades of red as she blushed.

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