Author's note: Two updates in the same day! Whoo-hoo! Anyways. I think there might be another one at the end of the day…it won't be the last one, I don't think, because I really love making these little one-shots. I made the last one in about ten minutes.
Now…for the moment you've all been waiting for (at least, some people)…Sango and Miroku pairing! Enjoy, peeps!
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Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own, so you no sue! (I can't remember where I got that!)
Will You Be My Valentine?
Chapter four
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
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Sango pouted. "I hate you." She whispered, remembering the monk's actions with the local bombshell today.
He smiled sadly. "But I love you."
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. When she glanced at his face, her eyebrows furrowed. "What? You were serious!"
Miroku stared at her with an unfathomable gaze before looking away, blushing.
Sango smirked. "Houshi, are you…blushing?"
"Sango-san, don't you think the night is beautiful?"
She looked at the setting sun and nodded, fingering the grass beneath them. She felt a gentle arm slip around her waist, pulling her closer to the monk. She thought about struggling, but decided against it, leaning into him slightly. He smiled.
"Let's just enjoy it, shall we?" Miroku whispered.
Sango nodded again and burrowed her head into his chest comfortingly. The arm, resting respectively on the small of her back, squeezed her closer, if it was possible.
Miroku looked down at her peaceful face just as a breeze passed through. She opened her eyes.
Suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, he licked his lips as he lowered his face to hers. 'Almost there…' He thought.
Their lips almost touched before a familiar group of voices reached their ears.
"Shh!"
"What the hell? She's letting the pervert touch her like that!"
"Are they gonna make some babies now?"
"Quiet, everyone, or they'll hear!"
Miroku let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and rested his forehead on Sango's.
They heard more noise, some shuffling, and finally a curse. More shuffling. And they were gone.
Before Sango could even turn her attention back to the man sitting in front of her, his lips crashed down upon hers. She tensed, but relaxed soon after she felt his soft hands cups her face. She rested her own on his forearm.
He needed air, he decided, pulling back, but not enough for the heat of his face to be forgotten. Her eyes were still closed. He took a deep breath as she moved her hands to his chest, her eyes suddenly opening.
"Sango…." He mumbled, trying to catch her gaze.
She let her hair out of the ribbon that held it back, letting it flow freely in the wind. She blinked, meeting his eyes finally. He captured her face softly in his hands again.
"Sango," He started, "when this journey is over, which I am certain will be soon, I was wondering…hoping, actually… if you would let me marry you?"
First, she sat in the grass for a few moments, her expression the same.
Second, her eyes started to water.
Third, she smiled.
Fourth, she nodded.
Fifth, he launched into his arms, nearly knocking him over.
Sixth, she kissed him.
Seventh, she finally said, "Yes".