Summary: Just pointless Sango/Miroku drabble, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I own the plot! YES!
Bitter sweet
Sango sits soundlessly, watching the stars shine brilliantly in the sky, lighting up the world. Her eyes shine with them, silently wishing to join them in the sky.
All thoughts vanish when a figure silently plops down next to her, the audioable cling and chatter of metal rings hitting other metal rings. His robes billow in the warm night air, his sweet scent filling her nose.
"What are you thinking?" He asks in his low, harmonious voice that makes her shiver. She shrugs and turns her eyes toward his, watching his black hair wave slightly, stuck inside that pony tail. She suddenly hates the pony tail, she wants to see it down, to see it waving freely, like his spirit. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just watching the stars." She says, turning her gaze back to her friends in the navy blue sky above.
"So I see." Is his reply, a smile gaceing his soft face. Sango shivers, and allows him to shift closer slightly. "What are your thoughts sweet Sango?"
She fake glares at him, not willing the blood that despratley whishes to come to her cheeks.
Again, she shrugs, and looks back to the sky. She can feel him shift closer. Closer... His warmth is touching her now, she can feel it. He shifts closer more. She can hear the rustle of his hand as it touches the ground next to her leg.
"The sky is nice, no?" He asks with a sigh, possibly trying to distract her. Oh, he won't, not this time.
"Yes, it is." Sango agrees, watchign the hand from the corner of her eye.
All the time, Miroku is trying hard not to jump the woman, that would not be him. Instead, he wills his hand tocreep forward, forward, closer. Closer... He can almost feel her now, her sweetness is intoxicating him. He can't help it, his hand slowly moves upwards, slowly.
It heasitats, he knows sh's noticed. He waits for the louf crack her hand makes when it touches his cheek, but nothing happens.
A gasp echoes from his mouth, and he looks down behind him.
A nuaghtly little hand resides on his bottom. Looking up with wide yees, Sango grin's.
"Oops, must have gotten away from me." She stands and walks away, not letting him answer. So, he sits, totally confused.
Sango grins to herself and giggles.
Revenge is sweet...