A/N: I know I've taken forever to write this chapter but school is evil and I have alot on my plate what with trying to get myself accepted into the most prestigious public school in Texas...-.-' sigh...too much wooooork...oh,well...read on gentle reviewer -

Discliamer: I do not own any of InuYasha...I lied about that settlement...I only wish I had 2.6 million dollars...

Chapter four:

"Unfair, unfair! Miroku! Get back here!" Sango yelled and chased after him. Miroku laughed heartily and ran from her along the riverbank. It had been three days since they had made up and InuYasha was due back with Kagome soon. Miroku kind of hoped it was later rather than sooner.

He and Sango had been spending the days as best friends, running about in play and talking deep into the night. Miroku had resisted several times the urge to grab her and kiss her silly.

Sango caught him, pinning him to the ground and pummeling him. He caught her hands and jerked her over on her back, pinning her in turn. Sangon glared up at him and put her knee into his stomach. He made a funny oofing noise and rolled over onto his back. She laughed and sat down on him.

Miroku laughed along with her and struggled weakly in play. Sango's laughter died slowly as she stared down into his eyes. What was this? She just didn't understand how his face could do so much to her. He noticed her serious face and stopped his play. As soon as he stopped, though, he realized what position they were in. He had been wriggling around on the ground underneath her and she was straddling him. Oh, Holy Buddha. This wasn't good.

"S-Sango?" He muttered as she continued to stare at him. He shifted odlly beneath her and her face flushed as the movement brought strange feelings churning through her gut. The look in her eyes had Miroku nearly leaping out of his skin, They were firey with a burning need and desire. What had happened to the playful Sango he had spent the last couple of days with?

Sango leaned down to whisper, "Is something wrong with you, Miroku? You look a little pale."

He licked his lips to wet them. They'd suddenly gotten uncomfortably dry. "No. I'm...fine."

"Good." She said and closed the distance between her mouth and his.

Miroku's brain exploded...Boom...

Her hand was on his chest and the other on his cheek. She smelled sweet and tasted of aroused woman. Which, in turn, made Miroku and aroused man.

And that arousal was getting more painful every minute Sango spent torturing him. God, she was soft. Plump in just the right places, not bony. Lovely, just lovely. He kissed her back as sweetly as he could, his tongue sliding slowly across her lips until she opened and he could delve into her lush, lovely mouth. One of his hands wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss.

So sweet.

Sango gasped as she was pulled, hard, down onto him. He was warm, soft, and obviously aroused. Too bad Sango didn't know quite what that was. Still, it was a sensation that set her blood to fire.

A spinning desperation filled her and something insed throbbed, like she was painfully empty. There was something there that needed to be filled but she wasn't quite sure how it could be.

Miroku, unable to control it, nudged his other hand inside her robes and rested a moment on the soft flesh of her abdomen. Sango sucked in a breath as his fingers trailed slowly downward. Heat followed his movements.

She concentrated on the sensations those fingers were causing as they came tantalizingly close to the warm core of hers. Her mouth ceased to work so hard against his as her brain slowly shut down to the point where it could grasp only one thing at a time. It was now grasping at the fact that Miroku's fingers had found what they were searching for.

Nestled tenderly between her legs, he set himself to driving her crazy. His brain was past the point of coherent function and his lips simply rested against her parted ones, maintaining the sweet contact.

He inhaled her hot breath and swallowed every little mewl she let out. He spurred her towards madness. Every movement of his hand had her gasping anew and a sweet pressure cioled up in her gut. She arched into his hand begging for something she didn't know.

Miroku obliged her and she let out a shrill squeak of tortured pleasure before shuddering convulsively and melting down into him. But, he craved release as well and here Sango was. The woman of his fantasies. Ready, willing, and wet. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to even try. Something internal held him back. What, he couldn't say, but it still was there.

He pulled his hand out from her robes and rested it on her back while his other stroked her hair as she rested on top of him. Her breathing was slowly calming down and she lt out a little contented sigh. He rolled her off of him onto the grass. She stretched and smiled up at him. Her eyes drooped slightly in slight exhaustion. He kissed Sango's forehead and stood up.

"I'll be right back. You need a nap. Sleep." He whispered to her. SHe nodded and rolled over, closing her eyes. He smiled and walked, slowly, off.

Dearest, Sango. Still a virgin in too many ways. Miroku chuckled to himself as he walked along the riverbank. The water was brisk and he slid his robes off before stepping in. It trickled slowly downstream and Miroku plunged himself down into it.

The cold hurt. Bad. If mini-Miroku could talk, it would hace been screaming nasty curse words even a sailor would have taken offense at. He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

The aching slowly ceased and the throbbing died down. Miroku eased himself out of the water. A chill breeze blew by and he hissed as his already angry member got colder and angrier about it. He let out a few choice words before wrapping himself back up in his robes.

Arg, this wasn't how it was suppose to go! He should have already had his way with Sango on that nice patch of grass at least twice by now. Sigh. Such was the life of Miroku. Though why he had suddenly developed a conscience, Miroku would never quite understand.

He slowly made his way back to the slumbering Sango. He probably shouldn't have left her alone. But, she was very capable of handling herself should something happen. He came upon the small glade and stopped dead in his tracks. Sango wasn't there. A small bit of blood lay where he had left her. He closed his eyes.

Fuck...

A/N: Oh, what now, huhn? Nice cliffy, right? I swear I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I'm able...Love on me with the reviews! PLEASE! I need an ego boost T-T