Ah. Just dead bored on a Saturday. Fun? I think not. .
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"Sango... you feeling okay?" he asked, kneeling next to her.
She turned around, not noticing she killed the catepillar. "Oh? What? Oh, I'm fine!" she assured, turning around to see her little distraction turned into a pile of guts and hairs. "Oops..." and recoiled right into Miroku,
"Oomph." Miroku mumbled in surprise. They were laying like a double-decker cake. Miroku on the bottom, with Sango back towards him right on top. Miroku latched his arms around her waist, turning both of them to the side.
Sango's cheeks turned a violent shade of red. "M-Miroku!" she gasped, trying to squirm free.
"This time, I'm not letting go of you." Miroku said coolly.
Sango turned herself around. "Wh-wha...?" she stuttered. 'Dammit, Miroku!' she thought, 'you're just being so unfair!
They're faces inched closer to each other. "This time, I won't run away." Sango muttered, causing Miroku to smile.
They're lips collided into a lush kiss. So there it was. Miroku, Sango, and a dim fire.
The wind furiously slapped tree trunks, and rustled bushes and leaves.
Sango shivered violently. He untied the knot on his outer robe, and covered Sango, who was asleep in his arms. He rested his chin on her cheek, and closed his eyes. "G'night." he whispered, drifting off into a pleasent slumber.
ooc: Short chappie, but I hope you enjoy it! I'm proud of it, actually.