Theme:
Miroku
Word
Count: 185
Rating:
PG
Summary:
He knows her so well.
Miroku.
The name rests on her lips but remains unspoken. Instead she calls to him, "Houshi-sama."
She thinks of all the times she has nearly lost him. It makes her throat tight, but he turns to her with smiling eyes.
"Yes, Sango?"
She has nothing to say, and for a moment allows her eyes to linger on his handsome face. She knows the depths of his indigo eyes and the emotions that they so often hide.
"It looks as if it will rain." She wants only his attention.
His smile widens to a grin, bringing joy to those dark eyes. "My dearest Sango, if you wish for my attention, you need but ask it."
"Houshi-sama." The name serves as her only warning as his hand glides down the curve of her back, and he knows in her tone there is the promise of pain.
He recoils and sheepishly rubs his head, unable to suppress his nervous laughter. "Yes, well, perhaps we should seek some shelter then?"
He turns his back to her then in order to retreat, and she smiles. He knows her so well.