A Hot Welcome Kiss

A/N: Okay, I promised some Mir/San! It's late, I'm so tired I'm practically typing with my nose - mostly cuz anxiety, work, headache and stuff - so I am totally fit to write!

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A holy man was walking through a village one sunny, hot summer day. He was clad in his usual black ad purple robes, his staff in his hand, a charming smile on his lips as he was walking down the main road. The villagers were greeting him when he was passing them, many women laughing at his innocent attempts to flirt with them. Everyone in the village knew that their resident monk would never go further than to flatter a pretty girl.

Not with a taijiya wife.

Miroku was returning from a nearby village where he and his friend had dealt with an inu youkai. It had been entertaining to watch the inu hanyou putting a full youkai to submission and ordering him to leave that village and find some other place to live and dig huge holes.

Inuyasha had not expected the dog to follow him like a lost puppy straight to his own house. When Miroku had left Inuyasha's hut Kagome had been giggling and scolding her husband for brining home "another one who would want his ears scratched." At which Inuyasha had roared: "Don't you dare scratch his ears!"

It seemed next couple of days would be... Entertaining.

He had to tell Sango, she'd love to see the new resident of their village. 'I wonder if Inuyasha lets him stay,' he mused while approaching his hut. 'Probably not, but until he leaves it can be fun to... Observe pack behaviors...'

He heard Sango singing, her lovely voice coming from the small yard behind the hut. The monk rested his staff against the wall beside the door and went around the house to lay eyes - and hopefully hands - on his lovely nightingale.

Sango was washing in a big bowl of water, hanging her laundry on a line between two trees. She was singing a happy song with soft melody, meant to lull their little son to sleep in his nest of blankets under one of the trees. The twins were probably playing with Rin.

"My beloved wife - I'm back!" Miroku said and saw Sango spun around, a dagger in her hand. Upon seeing him the woman put her weapon in her obi and walked to stand in front of her husband, tilting her head up.

"Miroku..." she breathed out, her beautiful eyes full of longing and happiness. He felt like the luckiest man in the world every time she was looking at him with that little smile, with those starry eyes...

Sango rested her both hands on his chest and stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. It was full of passion, a little rough and more than welcome. Miroku found himself placing his hands around her waist and retutning her kiss with all he had.

Suddenly he didn't feel hot or tired anymore. The inu youkai and Inuyasha's annoyance were no longer of importance. There was only Sango, her soft lips against his, her lean body pressed so intimately against his, her cool hands tugging on his robe... 'Yes, my love, too many clothes...'

There were many wonders in the world, but Miroku was pretty sure his wife was the most wonderful one. She knew him so well, knew what he craved after a long, tiring quest full of unexpected things... She pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth while freeing him from his dirty clothes. Oh, she had been such a shy maiden, but once she had married him it all changed. Miroku groaned when he felt her cool hands roam across his torso and pull his robe off his shoulders, her fingers deft and moving with grace. The warm air caressed the naked skin of his upper body but it was nothing compared to her fingers dancing across it when she pulled his clothes to reveal even more of him. Now it was time to take off his bottoms and Miroku hoped his lovely wife wouldn't make him wait long, it was growing pretty tight. His grip on her tightened, then loosened when she stepped back and gave him a sly smirk, still holding his robes.

"Go dress yourself properly, monk," his wife said before turning to her washing and throwing his robe in the water.