Title: Bathing
Characters: Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG-13
Notes: More light-hearted, to get my mind off the angst. Fun, no? Inspired by www . deviantart . com / view / 19134576 /
Miroku raised a handful of sand from the bottom of the onsen to clean his shoulders and chest and chuckled to himself. He could fell her watching him, and slowly scrubbed his chest, dipping down to rinse himself off and then standing up suddenly. He fancied he heard a gasp. He chuckled again.
"I know you're there. You can come out, maybe join me? I'd be...much obliged."
Sango, from her hiding spot, cursed silently. She had been preoccupied, watching him. It was originally a plan to get back at him for spying on her so many times, but she had been distracted by the water and his flesh, and the water on his flesh, which was nice flesh, really, all muscles and dimples and corded strength. She had wondered what was under those robes, and so maybe that was part of her motivation for coming. Maybe.
She slipped away when he called, left as quietly as she'd come, though apparently that wasn't as quiet as she thought. She took special care to move extra ninja-like, utilizing all her training, leaving him to talk to himself.
She chuckled silently, unaware that the monk was too.
