A drabble for the LJ community IYfic Contest. The theme was "Calling His Bluff."

Title: At Long Last
Rating: K+
Genre: crack
Word Count: 250
Summary: The moment he's waited so long for has finally arrived.

Miroku was surprised to see Sango at first. She'd said earlier that it would take her most of the day to gather the ingredients needed to replenish her poison powder. Still, she was here now, and they were alone. It was best not to let such a golden opportunity go to waste...

He stood, smiling a greeting. "You finished early, Sango?" She nodded quickly. Sidling up beside her, he feigned interest in something across the way, while his hand snaked around behind and made a grab for paradise. She anticipated him, however, and deftly sidestepped, avoiding his hand altogether. Miroku closed his eyes, waiting for the slap that was sure to come.

Imagine his shock when, instead of the sting of her palm, he felt her fingers touch softly on his cheeks, angling him toward her. Miroku didn't dare to open his eyes, sure this dream would evaporate if he did. He felt soft lips brush up against his and he lost himself to the kiss.

He was breathless when they parted. For a moment Miroku could only look at her, her eyes shining with tears of joy. He brought his hand up to gently stroke her hair and she gave a tiny, perfect sigh and leaned into the touch. "Sango," he said, his heart bursting with emotion, "you have no idea how much I've longed for that."

"Oh," came the enthusiastic reply, in a voice that was not Sango's, but was familiar nonetheless. "So have I, Miroku no danna!"