Chapter 21

"Oh…Sango…" Miroku groaned in a way that made Sango growl in reply as he shifted his legs that sprawled beneath the slayer

"Stop saying my name like that. You're so perverted…" Sango said, breaking her chain of soft kisses on his neck. She said it so scornfully but it didn't stop her from continuing.

She grasped Miroku at the bare shoulders as she pressed the monk stiffly to the wall of Keade's hut. Sango pressed her lips back to his in another kiss. All that passion that had built up inside of them over the years of traveling together was finally being released. Slowly. Bit by bit with each kiss they shared.

They both knew it wasn't right, that it would ruin everything, that the old miko could walk in at any moment and see Sango in Miroku's lap, kissing him as she pushed him up against the wall by his shoulders.

"I…" Miroku took two seconds to speak as Sango pulled away to take a short breath. Before he could get anything else out, he pulled her close once more for another kiss.

"I…I love you, Sango…" He said, his tone rushed as he tried to slip the words between their kisses.

She stopped and her head pulled back to gaze into his dark blue eyes. A look of shock plastered to her face as her grip on his shoulders, slick with sweat, loosened. Now it was as if she wasn't really hearing the words from his lips. Like she never even saw his lips move unless they moved against hers.

Their chests heaved as they let out deep and exasperated breaths. Thin wisps of white traveled from their open mouths. It was so cold. Goose bumps covered Miroku's bare arms, his shirt still wrapped around his waist.

'He really loves me. I…never would have guessed…that he really is in love with me. I could've sworn…he was doing this for his…pleasure…' Sango thought as her eyes lowered and tears almost began to form in the corners of her eyes. They felt as they were freezing there in the cold winds that rushed through the hut. Sango began to tremble furiously.

"What's wrong? You're…You're trembling, Sango! Do you not…love me back?" Miroku asked as he slipped his warming arms tightly around Sango's waist and pulled her feminine form closer to him to stop her trembling.

'She…But she kissed me…how can she not love me? Those kisses…they meant nothing?' The monk thought, his face lowering.

"Miroku…I love you. Please don't think I'm not in love with you. But I'm so cold…" She murmured so softly that he could barely hear it. Their breaths continued to float in front of them like ghosts, haunting them of what they were doing.

"Let me warm you up, then…My Sango…" The pervert of a monk whispered to her, going back to his old ways as he pulled her tightly to him and her head tilted to the side for their lips to connect once more.

He had used the words 'my Sango'. That was appropriate. She belonged to him that night. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. Even if it was for just one night.

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Yeah. Just thought that deserved it's own little chapter.

...Yup...-nodnod-

Kay, let's continue, shall we?